Part 3: Orientation at 8:15, Murder at 9:00
Part 1: Orientation at 8:15, Murder at 9:00
: Oh my god it's Buck Rogers! 
: Calm down there buddy it's just a hologram. : Man this sucks. Buck was the reason I volunteered to join the service. : I know, I was there remember? And also I believe when the recruiter puts a gun to your head it's called conscription not volunteering. 
: Well whatever, as long as I get to captain my very own space ship I'll be happy. : Umm there's like a hundred other pilots at this thing with us. I don't think there's enough ships to go around. : Crap your right, the only way I would get a ship is if they all died in some horrible cataclysm or something. : Yeah and what's the odds of that happening? 
: Man we've been here for like an hour now and these chairs suck. : Quiet, I think a movie is starting.
Boo! I was promised free weapons not a goddamn hippie film! : Hey bastard down in front! : What did you say to me! : I said sit your ass down before I put it down! : ... : Better watch out, this guy has muscles in places we don't even have parts. : 
: Oh god he's going to kill us!
: Bwaha! You got guts I'll give you that. The name's Maur. : 
I'm Hank and the guy wetting himself next to me is Rick. : Umm hi. I'm going to be a mighty spaceship captain one day! 
: Well I don't know nothing about that space stuff but if you ever need a strong arm for your crew just let me know. : Deal!
: Yes please get on with it I have important work to do back at the lab.
: I know you're a busy man doctor and I'll try to make this quick. 
: Any questions? : When do we get to meet Buck Rogers? 
: Captain William Rogers is extremely busy on secret missions through out the galaxy and does not have time to meet the new recruits. : So does that mean later? : It means never. : 
: Wait a second, space suits and bolt guns. You call this equipment? Where's my mono sword dammit? : Do we look like we're made of mono swords? You'll take that bolter and like it recruit. : 
: Well that was a total waste of time. : I'll say. No Buck, no ship. Life can't get any worse.
Sweet Jesus! 
: Muha, finally some action! Oh this is bad. I must get back to the medic station. : Since when are you the boss? Since everyone ranked higher than me was turned into goo, now hurry!
: Hold on man you're going to be fine.
: ...missle controls... main room... enemy must have cut automatics!... activate the defenses... *bleh* : Or maybe not.
: I think it would be a wise idea to find this control room and restore the anti-air defenses. : Ah! Where did you come from? : I've always been here. : 
: Who are these jerks anyway? : You're not serious are you? Their obviously RAM forces. : What's RAM? : They are the Russo-American Mercantile. We have been at war with them for decades. : Right, and who are we again? : We're NEO. : ... : *sigh* The New Earth Organization. We're good, they're bad. Got it? : Yay!
: In fact is seems a few of those chaps are heading our way now.
: Ok anyone that's not currently dead or dying fall in line.
: Lay down your weapons and we promise to not make your deaths quick and painless.
: Tempting but we'll have to pass. : Just stand back. I can handle these punks. : Be my guest. 
: First though I have to get rid of these piece of crap bolter.
: FRAAA! : Blargh we're dead!
Whoo-hoo free loot. 
Keep the smartsuit and a couple laser pistols. The rest is crap.
: What a bloody waste. : I know doc I loved that couch too. : 
: Hey wait a second guys. I know where the barkeep hides his private stash.
: Not the Booze! 
: Die you scotch hating monsters! : Erk!
: Well finally here we are. I thank you gents for the escort but your services are no longer required. : Aw Doc we were just getting started. Are you sure you won't come with us? : Certainly not, I have important duties to attend to. 
Yes, I thanked your properly but now you have to leave. : But Doc... ow lady that hurts! : Here nurse let me do that, please return to your duties. 
: That can't be good.
: Well... it appears there is nothing more that I can do here. : Snap out of it Doc we've got work to do. : Yes, your right. Let's go.
: This is the control room the dying officer was talking about. : Where the hell do you keep coming from!
: They must not reach the control panel!
: This is for the innocents you killed!
: Common Doc you've got to put some power behind your words like this. Die You Red Commie Scum! : Bleh!
: And this is for the Couch! : Guh!
: Oh no! Shiv's down. : Who? : The rogue. : 
: Without their leader their doomed. Oh noes! I'm getting the hell out of here!
Now hold on, let's plan this out. : Charge! 
For the mother land!
: Oh shit!
: Banzai! : Maur no wait!
: Holy crap you did it! How are you feeling? : ...Lungs...turned...to...jelly...but...otherwise...fine...
: We did it we're all hero's!
All: Yay! : *gurgle*
Stay tuned for the next exciting installement!