"That's it? They just told us to 'hang tight' and do nothing?" Kyle asked with slight discontent in his voice in your office. He fidgeted his bandolier erratically
The status report that comms received a few hours ago from the U.S. Government was riddled with bad news after bad news. With the main country in collapse and communications severely broken down, military bases from overseas are now blinded to what may be happening and are effectively on their own.
What's left of the U.S. Military in the mainland are currently trying to recover and survive what onslaughts may be occurring. At the end of the report was a singular sentence telling everyone within Project Rur to 'hang tight' for around three weeks or so.
Most of the individuals reviewing the files with you in your office aboard the Gerald R. Ford understood that this may be the best choice for now. Some didn't necessarily take the words too kindly though.
"Well, ain't this great!" Hollered a human officer. "We're just stuck here at this giant ice chunk while we can't do shit! And they put the fuckin' trash cans in charge of this too!" The officer is mostly pissed at the fact that you and your friends were put in charge of commanding and controlling the ships when enacting the Prometheus Protocol.
"You got any better ideas, Smith?" Rebutted Harry, who never took kind to humans and especially their officers and generals insulting his kin. He played with his switchblade and brown flat cap during the entirety of the meeting, emanating both a bored and yet unnerving demeanor.
The humanoid British robot simply stared at Smith, whose expression got angrier. Although Harry only had two camera eyes and no mouth, he stood up and coldly stared at Smith in such a way
"Alright, you two. Although this situation isn't ideal, at this point all we really can do is trust in the government because let's admit it. We truly can't do shit out here. And Smith; once this is all over, I promise you that I will resign from command. You happy?"
Both merely stared at you before back at each other. Smith looked like he wanted more and thus you would give him more. "...And if this occupation isn't over in, like, three weeks or so, you get to use my credit card to pay for all the beer you want, Smith." He perked up at your mention of beer as you saw the usual shit-eating grin he showed every time he hears free beer. "Alright, deal!" Harry merely sat back down and placed his switchblade into an inner pocket of his black trench coat.
"Well... that's all for this meeting. Everyone is dismissed." You then watched as everybody quickly trickled out of the meeting room before you headed to your office. Your morning and afternoon turned out monotonous; there was quite a bit of paperwork despite the dire situation alongside other various meetings today that you didn't bother to keep in your memory module.
Sitting down on the chair, you booted it up and joined your friends' group chat only to be met with images of Kyle spamming an image of his security camera head.
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Seafarer22 (CG-65 Ticonderoga Missile Cruiser Chosin Captain)
Kyle stop fucking spamming the chat dammit!
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XxOppenheimerDeveloper420xX
What the hell do I do then Jack??
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Seafarer22 (CG-65 Ticonderoga Missile Cruiser Chosin Captain)
Play Progenitor Smash or something like that!
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XxOppenheimerDeveloper420xX
I'm still waiting for my daily commissions to refresh dingus
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John-Ontos
Guys, I'm bored. Anything ya'll wanna do?
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Frenzy
Science FictionDisclaimer: This is fiction. It's my mere idea of an alternate history. "An ocean in chaos is a feeding frenzy for sharks." The world avoided true chaos by collaborating to fix major issues of the 21st century. Then Russia launched nuclear missiles...
