le_russe_satan | (no subject) (Reply)

I know it's rather sad, but I just couldn't resist writing another small drabble for one of the main characters. :D I hope I will have this writing fever when the time comes to write the actual thing. >.<

The guards at the entrance scanned his retina, fingerprints and his voice by making him read several control phrases that popped up on the screen. He couldn’t wait when they’d finally institute DNA ID system. The gadget that fit into a palm was able to sequence and compare DNA in under three minutes; it had been implemented at US military bases almost a year ago and despite the initial protest made by human right activists was rapidly worming its way into military installations worldwide. Britain was the only country on the UN Security Council that hadn’t even began to consider it.

Easing his glider into the sharp turn just beyond the gates, James followed the road to hangar 8, whose dome towered over the rest. The sight caused a rush of excitement to wash over him and as he stopped by the structure and got out, he’d barely managed to stop himself from rubbing at the tiny elaborate tattoo high on his right cheek: a nervous gesture James fought ever since his first Space Fleet examination.

There were more guards at the hangar entrance, but they simply saluted and waved him in. There under bright light sat his new ship: huge, sleek and absolutely breathtaking. James rubbed his cheek, took a few uncertain steps forward and stopped, letting out a deep breath.

‘Good day, Captain Spilsbury,’ came a voice from somewhere deep in the hangar, amplified by the internal sound system. ‘Why don’t you come closer and let me introduce you to HMSS “Valiant"?