Disclaimer: you already know if you read prologue, many of them I do not own other that this story and the Oc's I've created. I'm open to ideas that others may have and I had also edited this and made it longer.
O'Neill POV
"All personnel evacuate the launch platform. Launch sequence authorized." was what was heard all around the facility people moving about like rats in a New York sewer.
'Hopefully I'll be able to get there in time' I think to myself as I enters the facility in civilian clothes. I walk up to the security checkpoint and waits in line to be able to enter. And after 15 minutes of waiting I quietly walked up to the checkpoint.
"ID please, sir" a security officer asks while he is sitting behind a computer and another nearby armed. Reaching into my rear right pocket I pull out a small thin clear card and handed it to the officer. The officer scans the card and looks at the monitor. After 2 minutes he handed it back to me.
"Welcome to the Ark facility No. 7, Mr. O'neill" the security officer said and I walk through the metal detector and towards a large arch leading outside within the facility.
I walk under the arch and heads towards the railings towards a massive opening in the floor. I look down and sees the roof of the large ship In the back of my head i knew that this was the pod in order to reach the Ark. I pull away and walk down the hall, towards the stairs to the rooms for those who are entering the pod. I notice another security station blocking the entrance to the airlock, I walk up to it and sees a girl who had looked to be in her early twenties sitting there.
"I'm going to need your name and field of operation." The girl said at the desk. I reply standing with my duffle bag "My name is Grimm Holloway O'neill, Sergeant of the US Marine Corp, special division." she looks at the computer monitor after typing up my name.
"Ok, head down the hall. The Admiral and several ranking officers are waiting for all military members there at the entrance to the onboard barracks for all military personal." the lady said pointing to the direction that i'm needed to go. As I walk down I see various people wearing each individual branch of field uniforms, several standing, others sitting while talking to one another and the other few asleep getting they rest that they may need.
After trying to find a seat to sit in, finding none I decided to stand against an isolated pillar while looking around to keep my mind occupied, with what may happen, several good others bad.
--"All military personal report to your designated posts aboard the Voyager" the intercoms rang throughout the facility and the sleep people began to awake.
"Attention on deck!"a Navy private squeaked loudly near the door once the Admiral walked into the room. everybody quickly stood to attention.
"Grab your bags and get aboard the ship, ladies!" the Admiral yelled and everyone instantly replied "sir, yes sir" then grabbed our belongings and headed towards the airlocks in two orderly lines. As we all entered security guards pointed the way towards the barracks were we would be for some of the trip towards the orbital station near the moon. Once we reached the room all of us line up in front of a single chair and wait.
After waiting a female voice echoes across the ships as a dark man wearing Marine uniform with a Sergeant Major rank on his collar. "All passengers and personal, take your seat and strap in, we will soon begin launch procedures." Everyone withing the room wait for the ranking officers orders. "Good morning, ladies. I am Sergeant Major Alex Johnson, from here on out, I'm in charge if all of y'all in this very room. Am I clear?" "Sir, yes sir." We all call out in sync. "No take a seat, were heading to our new home, and I'll be damned if we lose our chance." Once he finishes and took his seat we all do and strap ourselves in.
We all wait as we hear the woman's voice returns. "Launch protocol active. Launch begin in T-minus. 10 seconds." The voice counts down to zero and we feel the colonial pod shake as it rises and takes off towards orbit. "Haven't they ever heard of stabilizers" some chuckles near me, but I ignore it. Once the turbulence had begun to end and gravity disappears, many soldiers removed their belts and begun to float. One had the ball to drift to the ceiling as the artificial gravity kicked in and all fell, many with a pained grunt.
"Can't wait to see what's out there." A soldier says next to me silently but still noticeable. "Well neither can I. The names Grimm by the way." I rely back "like the god of death or the 21st century TV series. Oh, and my names Roger." I chuckle lightly as he rambles. "Nice to meet you Roger, and to answer your question it's from the 21st century series." Roger nods his head. "That's a unique name." "thanks, parents weren't normal either" before we could talk any further a runner walks in and hands Sergeant Major a clipboard. He gets up and out of his seat.
"Ok listen here ladies, when I call you names head out the door and follow the eggheads to the lab and you'll be assigned to a new unit. The Phantoms to be correct." Johnson starts calling out name and after the first eight are called I hear a my name. "Grimm Holloway O'neill and lastly, Roger Springs. You ten are to head out and try not to scream like little girls in there." we all walk out, five men five women. we follow the 'egghead', as the General the scientist, towards their lab to get the test done. Once we all walked in we all realised this was going to be a painful experience after seeing the table and tools.
I lay on a table after the scientist brought us to a room with doors lining the walls and told us to head into the order we were called in, and as any military member we did what we were said to do. I lay there in wait for the operation to begin the implants of whatever was need for the squad members, and whatever I was getting into I knew I signed up for it or at least I thought that I had known. As I had begun to wait, the screams of pain from the rooms around me had entered, a shiver went down my spine when it suddenly ended.
It felt like forever once a group of people walked in wearing all white head to toe and no skin or hair visible, on their heads were odd masks with filters and scopes attached to them. One walked over and pulled out a large long syringe filled with a thick neon green and silver liquid. The unknown individual injected the substance into my neck, in turn I winced in pain. My vision slowly blackened and I was put into a medical coma, but before I did. I heard one of them talk. "The procedure shall begin. Once you wake up time will pass and you will be reborn."
Narrator POV
An hour after the procedure had begun, the scientists of Project Ghost had sealed up their wounds, and had the security detail transport their unconscious bodies to specialized neural cryogenic pod, created by a special division in order to allow them learn of their new abilities as they lay in cryo. As this phase is completed, they are injected with a serum to enhance their bone density, muscle wired and compressed, higher stamina as well as strength with increased brain capacity.
Once the final member was iced, they transport her into a cargo room and a comb. The combs are gathered into groups of five pods each large comb are labeled different O'Neill's being Alpha team, in total five teams lay dormant to train their minds. If not consciously, then ingrained deep into their minds.
Some may understand, but there is a need to edit, I'll it do my best. The edit and addition parts to it added up very nicely. Ja ne.
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Distant Home
Science FictionAfter the Earth, the home planet of the human race, slowly became a planet wide wasteland like Mars full of Carbon dioxide and many other gasses not fit for life to thrive, they soon began to create the Ark, a vessel to ensure the survival of humani...
