Lost...

Posted on Sun Apr 29th, 2012 @ 12:50am by Staff Sergeant Snow Hill

Mission: The Mystery Men of Mira
Location: Uhm...
Tags: Humour, Marine

The marine looked left, then the marine looked right. This wasn't going so well. The computer wasn't listening to him and elevator apparently wanted to play games. Twice he had reached the command deck after calling for the "Barracks" before he decided to get off and try asking the computer for directions. Get on the elevator it said. Go to the command deck Winter went. So now he stood, not knowing which deck he was on or even which part of the star base he happened to be. All very well for a supposed scout. All of the corridors looked exactly the same and thus he had picked one at random and started walking, only to find himself at a cross roads. This is where the Marine stood now.

"I wish I had a coin..." The blue eyed marine muttered running his hand through his mud brown hair. Taking a 'guess' he decided on left and left he went. It wasn't as though the Starbase had an infinite space now was it and apparently there was no one for him to ask either. Setting a pace he kept to it before coming to another cross section. Left...or right? Left! So he went. Long, seven foot wide by about eight foot with the occasional door, the corridors almost merged into each other with their repetition.

After he'd walked for just over ten minutes or so he surmised, refusing to ask the computer for anything, he started to whistle a tune to keep his mind occupied, "...and left!" Why did all the cross sections have to look identical too? Exactly what was the designer thinking when he put this place together? Some one could have hung up at least a picture or two. As his patience began to wear, as did his pace increase. Now, when a Marine's pace increases, if they're not marching, they start jogging, it's just a natural ingrained regime for them. A decent mode of transport as well.

More time passed and to be honest, he'd lost track quite how long he'd been running for, he only really noticed when he felt the cold sweat on his back. Slowing to a walk again, he surmised that he must have been jogging for over an hour, he didn't usually come out into a sweat like that for at least two...two and a half though. So a reasonable assumption wasn't it? The irritation on his back and the frustration of being...surprisingly lost had come to a peak. Tearing off his jacket he slammed it to the floor.

"Just what the HELL is this place?" Winter's nose wrinkled, "Right...if I don't find something at the end of this soon I'm gonna start picking some rights!" And off he went, setting his pace at a slow jog, looking for all the world as if he were just exercising. During his run he had come across two civilians. Unfortunately, Winter was a marine in a relatively safe environment. Could you imagine a marine, a scout no less asking for directions in a place they should quite frankly know? Didn't think so.

The minutes ticked by and eventually, he was beginning to break out in a sweat again and thus he slowed to a walk, a frown on his face. By his estimate he'd ran an awful long way without seeing any sight whatsoever of a window. He'd slipped into thinking what it was like to have a map, a daydream to take off the burning in his ankles, when his foot went from under him and he almost face planted the floor. He glared towards his feet.

"Who the hell leave a...marine's...jacket...in the middle of the..." Realisation dawned. It really...dawned. Thumping the floor he found a renewed vigour. Got up to his feet and took off at a run. This time picking rights! There had to be a way out of this! His pace increased again as the time passed but at least he hadn't seen his shirt in a while. Well. Except that pile, just up the corridor to his left. His mouth slackened in incredulity. Instead of running one way he'd elected to basically slip off the corridor and into a much wider ring apparently. Heading to his jacket he picked it, far too out of breath to continue this pointless exercise. Collapsing against a wall he looked up towards the ceiling, "Please god...if there is one...show me the way to the barracks." The computer responded with the light across the wall beaming across. Picking himself up he followed it. He can't have been walking more than five minutes before he came to a right hand turn that he couldn't remember seeing before. For that matter, Winter couldn't remember coming across the elevators in a hell of a long time. This was supposed to be a Star base wasn't it?

Striding down this new path he kept an eye on the light, following it and then came to a halt. In front of him was not an elevator, there wasn't a path or a set of stairs. No. There was a very large, very plane, steel wall.

"What the..." He barely escaped using an expletive this time and a hairy one at that, "ARGH...Damn computers, can't even show me the way out correctly." Turning around he started on another run, if really only just to cool his head but finding a way out was seriously getting to be a pressing matter. It'd be wonderful if he could find a window. At least he'd be able to get his bearings. The damn gravitational dampeners made it impossible to tell if the station was turning at all as well.