"Alright men, so I bet you're all wondering where the hell we're going by now", the man at the head of the table
barks.
A subdued murmur of agreement goes through the room, but no one actually speaks out. There's about a dozen men in the room, counting the Captain (You assume this is what he is, he's clearly the highest ranking officer here, although you don't personally know him).
"Well, the orders have finally come in. As of this moment, nothing I say leaves this room. Understand?"
"Yes sir!"
"As far as we've been breifed, R&D at the rim colonies have discovered something that they think can be used as a means of instant, undetectable transportation, similar to what They used during the attack on Earth 150 years ago. However, as of last week, all communication attempts to reach the station have failed."
The man pauses to take a drink of coffee. Although you can't tell just from just looking around, it's very early in the morning. After all, it's not like telling time on a spaceship is really productive, there's no good point of reference. Plus the Alcubierre Drive tends to completely screw with your sense of place. You could pretty much be anywhere right now, literally. You still don't know where you're going.
"Sounds like the beginning of every bad sci-fi movie, if you ask me" the man sitting next to you whispers. You nod in agreement, but keep silent.
"Mars Command suspects that They might be involved, but the location of the station is top-secret. Therefore, our squad has been chosen to lead a reconnaisance mission, report on the status of the station, and return. If we find anything out of the ordinary, we're to send communication back to MC, and leave immediately," The captain continues, "the location of the station must remain secret. Apparently, whatever they're doing, it can only be done in one spot, which makes little to no sense if you ask me, but I'm no scientest. Hopefully it'll just be a communications breakdown, and we'll all be able to make it home in one piece. Got it?"
"Yes sir!"
"Okay then, you're dismissed. Suit up, and board the transport ship."
You begin to stand up, but apparently everyone else is quicker than you, so you just wait until everyone's left the room, except you and the Captain.
"Oh, you there."
"Me, sir?"
"Yes, you. You're Kim's replacement, right? Fresh out of Spec Ops training?"
"Yessir. Name's Don Peterson, PFC."
"Alright Private Peterson.Do you have any field experience? What are you trained in?"
"Formally, none, but I did survive the April 3rd incident on the Belt colony"
"Shit son, weren't there only a handful of survivors? And wouldn't you just have been a kid?"
"Yes sir"
"Damn, I guess that explains how you got here straight out of basic. Now what did you train for?"
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This thread's gonna be a lot more complicated than the last one. Pick your training specialty, but nothing stupid, like knitting. It'll influence later events.