I took an aspirin. It was going to be a long day. The ground team was due back in 10 minutes, 3 men short. Could aliens really be attacking earth? a month ago I would have laughed that idea into the ground. Now "aliens" killed two of my men and seriously injured another. My lack of faith in my superiors cost those men dearly. As the ground team came off the skyranger I stood there. Seven faces lined up in a row, not one of them smiled, not one of them cried.
"You suffered multiple losses this mission. You are all relieved of all duties until the next urgent mission. There will be a service for Steve and Razorwire in two days, You are all expected to attend. You are dismissed." I looked over the demoralized ground team.
"Soldiers, you all have the hardest, most dangerous job on this base. The threat we face as a team is real. We have a job to do that if we were to fail, would spell disaster for everyone on earth. That is why if any of you need someone to talk to, to vent to, I have brought in some psychologists. Also, my door is always open to my soldiers. That is all."
With that I saluted and walked to my personal quarters. the loss of Steve and Razorwire brought a hammer down on the base's moral. The technicians and scientists were quiet, the mechanics and custodians were solemn and distant. Even Manny, the new arms master on base who was known for his lack of empathy and rude remarks kept to himself. He told me that jet cannons were a bad idea as he looked over the purchase form I handed him. "I have a dogfighter who isn't afraid to get down and dirty with these bastards, are you going to tell him he can't have his weapon of choice?" He looked at me incredulously and muttered something about idiot pilots wanting to get killed.
Funds are running dangerously low... I would have to find a way to boost the coffers soon...
(i posted this snip-it so that other members could post any side stories this may cause. I'm still working on the rest, don't worry)