Greg Sanders was stretched out in his bunk, it had been a furious week, the week-end usually was the time they had to relax and try to recuperate some of the heavy tolls that they asked of their bodies during the week. You would think that as technical support he would not have to go through the same rigorous work that the other had to endure, but each part of the team had to stay in the same peak and also had to do the same amount of work and same level of shooting ability that the rest of the team had. He had his eyes closed, not asleep, not awake, just...dozing.
He had been recruited into the United Space Marines Tactical Assault Squad (USMTAS) two months ago, learned that once you come to the USMTAS you're demoted from any rank you had to Grunt, you have to work your way to Private, Corporal, Sergeant and Staff-Sergeant. There was no higher ranks as no USMTAS ever lasted longer than twelve years. Lieutenant Franklin Devans and Captain Steve Jones was only in those ranks as they were promoted into them. Oh and just as an afterthought Private, the only way you're getting promoted is Battlefield Promotion. Greg smirked at the thought. Not that it mattered, at least he was not a Grunt anymore.
"Team Foxtrot, Team Foxtrot report for duty. This is not a drill, I repeat this is not a drill."
The voice did not even finish when Greg was on his feet, by the time it had finished, his boots was on his feet. Seconds later he was pounding down the hallway, his team mates close on his heels. The voice over the PA system had been that of Staff-Sargeant Duke Lewins, he was tough as nails, a bit of a loose cannon, but always got his job done. They entered the indoor parade ground for team Foxtrot, codename Wolves. Staff Lewins was waiting already, hand behind his back, even at ease his bulk seemed ready to beat anything into submission.
Greg came to a halt and snapped to attention, next to him three more of their squad came to a halt and behind him the other four. Greg knew that Lewins had been keeping count of how many seconds had passed and that the dress would tell him how quickly they had assembled.
"Rollins, Solomon, Denvers! You are naked!"
Naked meant without weapon, even if you carried a stick you would not be seen as naked, yet the three of them had showed up without weapons of any kind. Greg suppressed a sigh, that meant more drilling for them today, when they were supposed to rest. But then again showing up naked, three out of eight made them tactically much weaker than they should have been.
"We'll discuss this little incident later. Right now we have a mission."
Everybody broke their stiff stance to glance at each other, when the Wolves gets called in, it's not for the feint of heart and usually even fewer people survived in the Wolves due to the nature of their missions. This would be Greg's first mission and he could feel the rest wonder if he was ready for this.
"In twenty minutes we will head for Lunar Seven, from there we will jump to Sattari Z-776. There is an outpost which have reported a significant discovery in Biologicals found on the planet. We are to go there, find out why we have lost contact and get back in time for dinner...MOVE OUT!"
That was the briefing, that was all they needed to know. The dispersion was quick as every single one of them knew where to go, get suited up and grab your gear. It took all of ten minutes for the Wolves to assemble on the flight deck, of course Staff Lewins was already there, the first to arrive was Greg and the last was Sargeant Laura Brannings.
"Alright ladies, this one is quick clean and by the book, I don't need to babysit any of you. We go in, we get the intel and we get out. We are not there to clean up any mess, we are there for data only."
The transport ship came in to land, the ramp extended,
Greg moved with the group, he got into his designated seat, secured his rifle in it's mount and buckled himself him. All around him the others did the same, it took a few seconds to get everybody in, the ramp closed up behind them as Staff Lewins took his seat close to the cockpit. A lurch and the ship started to rise, a faint popping sound was heard as it accelerated through the sound barrier and then the humming of the gravity generator kicked in as they left the atmosphere. A good natured chattering filled the cabin, the only people not talking was Greg and Staff Lewins. Lewins was busy going through a report, Greg was the youngest and newest to the group, he had nothing to say.
Hyperdrive kicked in and when it disengaged, the moon was in full view on Greg's side of the windows. It drew in close fast, they headed for an elevated area, Greg could clearly see the base
They circled it and came to a hovering stop half a kilometer from the dimensional gate. The craft lowered down into a hanger and Greg shifted slightly in his seat. A soft bump and they were down. Green light. Greg pulled his weapon from the mount, the LED display powered up.
All down the middle positioned seats the weapons powered up.
A soft curse and the sergeant started to hammer at the display, the voice squealed in protest.
Staff rose and grabbed his own rifle,
The ramp opened and the squad moved out, as Greg was the last one in the row, he was the first one out. He looked around at the technicians, then the double doors opened, four people came towards them. Three men and one woman, and from the looks of her, he did not really think that she would be up here on a moon base, rather down on Earth, wearing designer clothing for a living, but he kept his thoughts to himself, as those usually were the things that got him into trouble in the first place.