Sigma Outpost BluesA bit of my character's (John Banderas), past. Building a more in-depth history, and furthering a plot... maybe. Richard O'Coannell (Quiet today.) *Band dose a visual inspection of the pelican before he entered the cockpit and turned on the systems, and whatnot. He cracked his neck as he waited for the systems to warm up and looked out. He started gazing off into the distance wondering* "O'Coannell! Please, step into my office, I'll make this brief". The younger Band nodded and walked into one of the many brass office inside one of ONI's headquarters. He quickly glanced around room, taking in his surroundings. A plain room with a white desk and a holo computer set in the center of the desk, tilted 30 degrees up for the user. The large, 6 foot 3, man, wearing what you'd expect a normal officer of the UNSC to wear in an office environment, sat down at his desk and quickly dance his fingers on the computer. Band changed his pace and slowly walked over to one of two chairs that flanked the front of his desk. Banderas gulped softly and shifted in his fatigues. Usually when a UNSC brass, or an ONI brass for that matter, pulled someone into their office it usually wasn't good. "How are you doing Richard?" Said the officer "Err, good, sir. A bit tired from the last mission, but relatively peachy." John replied. "Mmm, yes, your last mission, about that." Band sat up straight in his chair and somewhat fidgeted. "Although it was a success, and passed with flying colors, ONI is now declaring, that you, are to be released and reassigned in the grunt line work." Banderas blinked. "I'm sorry, sir, what?" "We're reassigning you, son. We have no more use for you." Replied the ONI officer. "What? Why?" John exclaimed. "I'm the best, and my team is the top." "Exactly. That's why we need to cut you." Band raised an eyebrow, his head tilting to the left in disbelief. "No no no no, so you murdered my parents, take me in, trai-" "I expect you to keep in line, Agent," interrupted the man. "Before you have an accident that'll coast you your life." Band stayed quiet. The official typed on the computer silently, making John feel more uncomfortable than he already was. "You're history, documents, ID, credentials, family, and life will be whipped. You'll be given a new identity, name, and life. We here at ONI expect you to learn you past, don't want anymore accidents, he said coldly, looking up from his computer." Band nodded and looked down. "Your new name is Jonathan Banderas, or John Banderas, from province 113 on earth. You are now reassigned to the Blue Army: 12th Armored Calvary regiment. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, sir." Band replied solemnly. "Good, a further document will be sent to you regarding your new change when you get back to your room. You ship tomorrow night. Dismissed." BEEP! *Band blinked from his dream and looked down at the pelican's computer. A list of red and yellow words appeared on the pelican's panel and Band raised his hand up behind his head and scratched his neck with a sigh* Oooooh, fuck. |
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