Latch unto Me

Contact Extraction

The steaming hot water of the shower felt good after spending several days in cryogenic storage.

Cryo was never a pleasant experience. Once you had lain down into an uncomfortable tube then injected with chemicals that removed all feeling in preparation for the next step.

Toxic gas would then fill the chamber, suffocating the person. A machine would quickly stimulate a flow of oxygen through the brain to prevent damage or decay. Then the body would go through an hour long freezing process.

When cryogenic transportation was first introduced, it was greatly feared and hated. One of four were killed or permanently disabled by the process. But it was the only way to travel between solar systems. It was eventually refined and with new safety and maintenance regulations, and new cryo system tech had a 100% percent survival rate. People do not forget easily, though, and new methods of traveling great distances where still being looked into.

Elite assault team 431, Call Sign; Spirit finished their showers and dressed themselves. The warm showers shower were not just encouraged, but a requirement after being in cryogenic transport. Not that anyone complained.

They had two hours of rest and leisure before they were to report to the briefing room. Fiend five called out to Kyle. "Hey Kyle, did you bring the chocolate?"

The dominions elite teams had the privilege of using questionable substances. They were held in such high regard, most usually turned a blind eye. But for team Spirit, chocolate was no drug. It was actual chocolate. Their unit commander, Black Sickle, was strictly against the use of any recreational or performance enhancing drugs. So the team had ended up with a habit of hoarding chocolate instead.

"Plenty of it!" Kyle called back. The team split it, ate a piece each, and went about spending their pre-briefing leisure time.

Team Spirit had come to the Aulder 10 system to eliminate any and all purist military instalments. It was going to be a two year tour of duty, one of the longest ever issued. everyone in the team had left somthing behind when they been chosen. For Kyle, it was his parents. At the very least he had his sister Julia with him. They were twins, though they only slightly resembled each other in facial complexion. Kyle was a shade above chocolate brown with black hair and green eyes. Julia was a white, short haired brunette, but shared similar eyes and facial features.

Also on the team was Jack. He acted as childlike as he could, as often as he could. He was energentic, joyful and loved to try and snatch peoples attention at the most inconvienent of times. His red hair matched his bright attitude perfectly.

The team had spent so much time together, it was not at all surprising that at least one relationship had come out of it. Jack had saved Whitney on a mission that had gone sideways. Their exit vector had changed and she was caught in a crossfire. Jack cleared the way and covered her escape. It had been two years since then.

Whitney was olive and blonde, and worked hard to combat her stereotype.

The team eventually converged in their designated briefing room. Team Spirit had arrived in Aulder 10 on the orders of the Dominion council. The dominion was the main authority that control eighty percent of all colonised solar systems. A further seventeen percent was controlled by the Silver Republic. The last three percent was controlled by the 'Republic of the Pure', better know easy the Purge.

The Dominion was originally a commercial business company who's power spiralled out of control. They ended up as the main governing body and use their almost unlimited wealth and resource to prevent riots against their rule.

People lived well under their reign, so many were content to leave them in power. Some still clung to the ideas of democracy and self ruling, so instead of antagonising them and causing trouble, the Dominion sent them away with a plethora of resources to colonise two of their own systems. Most where happy with the arrangement and left it at that, but there is always someone unhappy with their lot.