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.
: 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.
: 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?
: 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.
: 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!
: 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!
: And this is for the Couch!
: Oh no! Shiv's down.
: 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.
For the mother land!
: Oh shit!
: Maur no wait!
: Holy crap you did it! How are you feeling?
: We did it we're all hero's!
Stay tuned for the next exciting installement!