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Greenlighter
I have no name, because I am *you*.
I was once a space marine, stationed to work on a teleporter experiment base on Mars after I assaulted my commanding officer, who ordered his unit to fire upon civilians. The Martian marine base was a station for the Union Aerospace Corporation (UAC), a multi-planetary conglomerate, which performed a number of secret experiments with teleportation by creating gateways between the two moons of Mars, Phobos and Deimos. To most of us Jarheads, it was the dullest assignment imaginable. There was no action for fifty million miles, and your day consisted of suckin' dust and watchin' restricted flicks in the rec room. Then someone screwed up and the experiments took a turn for the worse. Computer systems on Phobos malfunction, Deimos disappears entirely, and something evil started pouring out of the gateway, killing or possessing all UAC personnel. I was left to guard the hangar with only a pistol while everyone else went to investigate. Over the course of the next few hours, I heard assorted garbled radio messages, gunfire, and screams, followed by silence. It seemed all of my buddies were dead.
So I decided to take out my shotgun and my stash, and make the best of it, while it lasted (the stash, of course, not the experience).
I was once a space marine, stationed to work on a teleporter experiment base on Mars after I assaulted my commanding officer, who ordered his unit to fire upon civilians. The Martian marine base was a station for the Union Aerospace Corporation (UAC), a multi-planetary conglomerate, which performed a number of secret experiments with teleportation by creating gateways between the two moons of Mars, Phobos and Deimos. To most of us Jarheads, it was the dullest assignment imaginable. There was no action for fifty million miles, and your day consisted of suckin' dust and watchin' restricted flicks in the rec room. Then someone screwed up and the experiments took a turn for the worse. Computer systems on Phobos malfunction, Deimos disappears entirely, and something evil started pouring out of the gateway, killing or possessing all UAC personnel. I was left to guard the hangar with only a pistol while everyone else went to investigate. Over the course of the next few hours, I heard assorted garbled radio messages, gunfire, and screams, followed by silence. It seemed all of my buddies were dead.
So I decided to take out my shotgun and my stash, and make the best of it, while it lasted (the stash, of course, not the experience).
