A mash up of some of the best Scifi out there
389th Orbital Police Corps
IC
The silence of space shrouded a long and silver ship in low orbit. Up above the edge of the atmosphere, a large ship in geosynchronous orbit was alive and well. It was the OPC Shrouded Dawn, one of the many ships employed by the Orbital Police CorpsFrom the bridge one could see the sword of a ship cutting through the nothingness of space with impunity as the busy Planet Earth spun along with them. To be precise, the bust city of Cape Town was right below them. At maximum speed, ships from the Shrouded Dawn could be planet side in seven minutes. It was a mess of a city, especially once the Viir showed up. Gang violence is on the rise and even though most of the soft stuff is gone, drugs use is also going up. Racism is almost as rampant, and there are countless calls of crimes per day.
Shrouded Dawn is home for a group of private military contractors being employed by the South African government to help quench this thirst for help, and as such they are on a constant alert to be called in by the Government whenever. That being said, one must relax at some points. For this reason, the Dawn isn't that far from a small city block. With the capacity to transport 300 people, the massive slab of metal has to have some kind of space for the crew to relax. Just below the bridge on each side there are areas made for people to relax and take the edge off of a long and traumatizing day. One such of these areas is exclusive to the best of the best: The 389th.
Out of the portholes, a lone, white haired man sat on a white stool looking out below. His area of protection had fallen to night's wrath, and he could see the scattered pockets of light from his dominion, as he liked to call it. In his right hand he held a small glass of bourbon and in the left he was holding up his head. A plate of the fanciest crackers and garnish sat next too him with an ever so tempting look. The Lounge that he was in was packed with the other members new and old of the 389th. As they talked and talked, the man sat and stared into oblivion, oblivious of the future that was to come. He had just received word that he had a Lieutenant as his new secretary, seeing as he had just been promoted to Major. It was now just a matter of time until the Lieutenant came to find him in here, and so he decided to keep on keeping on.
Almost on cue, the door to the room opened up and everyone went silent. A blonde with a skirt saluted and then walked in as if she owned the place. A handful of seconds later, she had spotted her prey. She went over to the newly christened Major and came to attention.
''Major Rubis sir, I am Lieutenant Faye, assigned to you as a secretary as of right now''
With a turn of his head, he veered his one good eye and looked over the new Lieutenant. Returning the salute, raised his glass and took a sip. Passing it to the Lieutenant, he replied,
''Good to have you. Now, as your first task, get me a refill, would you?''
''Yes sir,'' she said back. She took the glass and went off in moments.
''Oh, I could get used to this,'' said the Major with a sly grin under his breath.