"Ian, get over here you little stuff! I'll have your head for th-"Boom."Get off me! What the forget did I do wro-"Hey, wake up!"You loving smartass! What did you do with my money!? Wh-"Lieutenant, get up! Come on!"I told you I'm go-Get up!"Stop lying to me, loving brat! I'll have you know you're the reason wh-"Ian! Get up already!"... I guess even after all this I still can't shake off his memory.
The first thing I feel is my shoulder being gripped and shaken. Slowly, my senses come back to me and I remember who I am and where I'm at.
After seeing the newbie run around doing errands as reparations for the disrespect he showed to a superior, I decided it would be best head back to my barracks. I put away most of my belongings for the day, and without even changing out of my fatigues I fell onto my bed and slept like a log.
Judging by the clock I didn't even rest for an hour before being woken up. My attention turns to the person screaming at me. It takes me a few seconds before recognizing his face and registering the urgency of the situation. He's a pilot that's rooming just across the hallway.
... "What happened?" I'm still a little groggy and my voice is somewhat less than authoritative.
"There's been two explosions in the base! We lost a pilot in the first explosion when he took off! Come on, I'll fill you in as we go along!"
"Alright, I got it."
I immediately get up and prepare. Before I head out, I figure I should grab something to defend myself with. I'd rather not take the time to load up my XM8C, so I take the old P226 issued to me during my first days in the 'force. I holster the gun and bolt out of the doorway to try and find the others.
snip
Those were satchel charges.
