starcraft: dilation

counting paces

I keep pace with the major as he still can't believe I suggested this. "I can't believe he hasn't collapsed yet." Simon slowly gets back up then takes an exerted step forward, lowers his knee to the ground, taps it then brings his leading foot back. He then squats down, comes back up then gets down on all fours, let's his body hit the ground, slowly pushes himself back up, comes back and takes and inch step forward and repeats. "Guess all that eating prepared him for this." The admiral chuckles. "Guess so. I'm just as surprised in that soldier for holding all of that equipment for this long." The major stops and turns around as he looks at Simon as he's stopped while flat on the ground. Simon's mind is blank as I don't even know what he's running on anymore. "It's been nearly 3 hours. The company must have finished the range an hour ago." The major looks at the admiral. "The range was planned but drill Sargent kachinski asked me to make it a fake range day so some week links can be found, if there were any." I take a sip of my water as I can feel my bag is getting low. "Today was a practice for graduation but I didn't see this happening." The air is cooling down to. "What about you sheep?" I look at drill Sargent. "I'm at 100 percent drill Sargent. I can keep going all day." Barings. Don't lose your training now. "Wasn't talking about that kid. I'm talking about your 'show' for the admiral?" I look at the major as I can come up with a few ideas. "I have an idea." Majors got me beat though. "Let's hear it." The major walks over to the tank as Simon gets started again as he slowly pushes himself off of the hot ground. The major walks back as he holds out a box of ammunition. "These are pellets. I can call the other two back here and get we can get some magazines filled. We'll go through some training with the kid to see how strong his metal is." The major looks at me as drill Sargent smiles. "Think you can go agenst the major, sheep?" I smile. "He'll be facing all three of us, ma'am." Drill sargents smile drops. "You'll distroy him." The admiral fires back. "I'll do it." Everyone looks at me as Simon hits the ground. I look at him as he's finally passed out. "Your kidding right?" I kneel down and check Simon's pulse as it's weak. "Yes, ma'am. Simon's also done for. It's best we bring a medic out." I flip Simon over as I open his blouse. I drop our bags as I pull of my water bag and open the top. "I'll call sigma and sentary." I open Simon's mouth as I slowly drip water into his mouth so he can start to fight off the shock. I look up as I see a medic in full armer as it's clear she was in the tank. "I can't believe he made it this far. Still, you shouldn't have done that to him." I chuckle as I close my bag and hook it back onto my pack. "If you saw what he did to borry, you wouldn't think twice about leaving him here." I pick up my back and put it on. "I'll never understand you ghosts. Not everyone should be killed in the most painful way." I chuckle as I grab Simon's bag. "If it was up to me, I would have put him down the second he touched borry." The medic looks up at me and pushes Simon's limp body away from her chest. "Oh...that's what you ment." I holds him out and rushes to the tank. "Go ahead and put your bags in the tank sheep. We're going to start filling the magazines with these pellets before we get started." I look at the major. "Are you going to take it easy on me sir?" He's suprised I'm even questioning this. "You've already proven you can handle more then alot of the other ghosts in psy ops training. What more do you want to prove kid?" I drop Simon's bag as I keep mine. My water bag is empty though. I turn my head slightly. "So that's what it is." He's lingering in my mind. "Alright kid. Let's get your water filled up first. Even your smart enough to know that going out without water like this will put you in a nasty spot...aspecialy with me and my squad hunting you." Drill Sargent grabs Simon's bag. "Did you just say 'hunting you'?" The admiral walks up to me. "You better not get yourself killed. I refuse to have a trainee be killed by my vanguard." The major gently sets his hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry ma'am. We won't kill him but we're not going to hold back." She quickly turns around to face the stone cold ghost. "What's gotten into you major? I've never seen you act this way twords anyone. Let alone someone in training." Major looks at me as it's been proven time and time again the raiders can be trusted with just about anything. Hell...they took in Tosh and sided with him before alot of his spectors were corrupted by this amon guys. "I think sheep should explain this one." The admiral slowly turns back around as everyone looks at me. I can also sense to two other ghosts are here now to. "What's up kid. I've known you ever since I was listed to become a drill Sargent. Hell, I even helped you get here insteed of shipping you to the dominions boot camp." He has helped me get this far. I take in a deep breath. I close my eye as I can't believe in going to say this. I open my eyes with determination. "Before emperor valerian was seated, I was in a program for psycicly gifted children."
"Psy ops?" I shake my head. "No. I was apart of the last cycle in the now canceled project shadow blade." The fear rises as I'm suprised the ghosts didn't see that. "I was in when Gabriel Tosh escaped and November Terra started hunting down all of the 'Rouge' spectors." I look up as the ghost has straightened up. I'll recognize that form anywhere. "I was kicked out of the building before I could begin the psyonic portion of the training. However, the skills we trained to learn were drilled into our very muscles. On top of that, most of us were exposed to so many chemical agents that terrizine is a known agent to drive most people insane." I gran the rifle as I look at it carfully. "I never knew who my parents were. I came out of that hell to go into a new one of surviving off of scraps that were just as spread out as they were in the project. They thought us how to take apart every single suit and weapon a ghost uses and could use until we could equip ourselves in seconds and remove said equipment faster. Every second was brutal and left no room for even an ounce of weakness." I gently lay my hand on the scope of the rifle as I remember whatching one of the instructors beating my best friend to death with it and ordering me to fit it by the next day. His blood stained my cloths witch stained my bed. That was when we were 8 and I was in until I was 16. When valerian discovered the project was still ongoing and shut it down as soon as he could. "My last test mad me lose control of my rage and the psychotic break I had killed nearly everyone around me. I was the best of the best. Out of 70 kids, only 7 survived. Even then, three of us didn't even live 3 years after the project was closed since nova and a team of ghosts hunted us down relentlessly. I don't even know if the other 3 are even still alive anymore. I wouldn't be suprised if thier dead since the last time I saw them, I told them to run as I held off a ghost who spotted us in a building trying to take shelter from a thunder storm." The fear turns to sadness. "No wonder we weren't able to read your mind. Your trained in blocking other psyonics from reading you."
"That was the beginning of the psyonic training. I was bearly even in 6 months before my psychotic break and two months after that, was kicked out of the building." Every stares at me disbelief. "I don't believe this." The other two ghosts decloak behind me. "He's not lying. Even spectors aren't bold enough to lie to an experionced ghost." She pouses for a second. "I'd assume your telling me this becuase you want something to happen." I keep my stone face. "No ma'am." She shakes her head. "You know this is something I have to take to the highest level right?" The ghosts give me a look filled with fear. She thinking about something I don't fully understand. She turns around as senor drill Sargent approuches us. "Does he pass ma'am?" She lifts her hand to her chin as she's thinking hard. Her thoughts are jumbled and I can't get a good look as I'm also hear the others think. With the amount of fear I'm also tasting, I'm struggling to stay focused. The spector training I got forced me to feed off of  the fear others gave off. Most of us went unto a frenzy when we feed off of to much. "I poor my focus into keeping myself contained. "He did." I keep my strick poster as the fear keep growing...but not from them. "What's next then? He just fought for a ticket that littarly no other trainee has gotten in basic training history." The ghosts...thier fear...it's...intoxicating. I start to hear the ringing in my ears as I feel my muscles twitching. Every ounce of my body wants to attack. I can't. I won't! You don't control me anymore! I reach out to the ghosts with a lash of phyonic power. "Stop me!" I force my energy to loop back onto myself as I instantly feel the feed back of my energy looping back and hitting me like a train. I fall to my knees as I push out the phynic energy as I'm overwhelmed by the mixed emotions and thoughts for the first time on a long time. I struggle to keep myself up as the ringing goes from pure adrenaline and hearing my heart pound in my ears to pure pain shooting through my energy muscle. "Get an ambulance." My left arm gives out as my head hits the hot ground as my eyes force themselves to close.