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The Grand Navy by Bob
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John hurries to the terminal so familiarized by the
drills, he thinks back to one of Mr. Douglas’s speeches.
“You will do drills, lots of them; you will get so bored of drills
that you will half drag yourself out of bed, expecting another one.”
There were mummers of agreement around the classroom. Herman whispered
to me, “I bet we’re going to do another one tonight.”
“Silence! And then there will be the fateful day when you will hear
the words, this is not a drill, this is not a drill, then you will
realize what all that effort was put into.”
Mr. Douglas was not much of a teacher, but when you put him in the
command room he was a different man all together…
Then suddenly a jolt strikes him back into reality and
he looks around himself. A captain yells for all crew to get up and
draw their Magnums, and he realizes, the marines have come. He thinks,
we are now safe, but from what? Then he hears a whistling sound, the
drilling of a border.
“Close the blast doors! Close the blast doors!” a young marine yells.
Just as the blast doors slam shut, John sees a Federation marine
stagger aboard and fires with his rifle. Two lasers from the gun enter
the command room and splatters harmlessly against the ceiling. There
is a yell as the guard turrets open up and fire.
“Everyone all right?” inquires the Captain.
No one comments as the guard turrets suddenly quiet.
The captain yells to those who aren’t already scrambling for cover,
“Take cover!” John ducks behind his chair, draws his magnum, thumbs
off the safety, just to see the blast doors crack open and peel like
an orange. A body run trough and is met by the discharge from the
crew.
Shots emerge from the ruptured blast doors splattering harmlessly onto
their cover. John nervously grips his blaster, his only comfort in
this battle zone. The lights suddenly blacked out, and he panics
before realizing this is to prevent an electrical hazard and give
cover to the crew. Mr. Douglas’s words came to reality as he did what
was drilled into his head. A scout of three infantry appears and is
immediately shot down to those who were not fazed by this. John keeps
a firm grip on his magnum.
And then the infantry marches in with their guns blazing. As they
march the rows upon rows and get mowed down but inch-by-inch they come
closer. Suddenly they drop down prone and start to pick their targets.
John decides to shoot.
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