this is actually something I wrote in colege right right before I dropped. Anyway it's prety old but I still think it fits in whereas alot of the stuff I wrote befre no longer fits the story


'Welcome tah Douglas Front Air Force Base, circa two thousand and I don't know. But anyways you better pay attention to me cause' I've been around here for a while now and I know what's going on. EHEM!'�

The burly teenager stood up on the mess hall table and walked up and down it, kicking one of the skyrats trays slightly out of his way.

'Watch it there pal.'� He smiled at the trays owner and went about his speech.

'What do we got here for ya, lets see'� drama. You want drama we got that. We got your violence too. Violence or silence that's what I always say. We got yer parties and we got plenty of assholes like Vandarien and Black Widow. You'll notice them cause they always wear there uniforms around even when they're off duty. Forget uniform's there for pussies. We may be underground pilots, a few of us knights, but what are we now? We're ass kickin' bounty hunters when it all comes down to it and I don't care who disagrees with me cause' I know I'm right!'�

Spoons clicked against lime green mess hall trays.

'And most of all, we got lots of love don't we guys?'�

'Sure do Zach!'� Somebody laughed and held up his fork.

'Lot's of friggen love. And lot's of booze, an lots O' chicks right Jade? Lot's O' hot chicks.'�

'Oh thank you Zach but I think I'm a little too old for the likes of you.'� The older skyrat flipped a strand of black hair away from her face and went about eating a spoonful of green vegetables. She smiled when a few of the others giggled at her comment. Zach frowned and knelt in front of one of them.

'You may be older than me by one year, but I'm still bigger so shut up Radd!'�

The built dark skinned skyrat looked up at the scene-stealer and forced a straight face. His shirt was smeared with mud and dirt from running the course, as were most of the others occupying the mess hall at this particular time.

'Santos would've beaten you up in two seconds just by looking at your scrawny ass!'�

Davin had no idea who Santos was but he figured that might be the source of this huge guy's anger.

Zach stood up once again, smiled and proceeded to give the new kid a run down of the front as best as he could. At one point, he held a hand to his heart before pounding his chest as he closed his eyes and wiped a fake tear from under his eye.

The boy poked at whatever was on his tray. He wondered why this guy was walking all over the table and nobody was doing anything about it. He wasn't really listening to what he was saying anyway as he wondered what planet his food came off from.

Zach slammed his fist down against the table loudly. He gritted his teeth and snarled. Everyone sat still and the clicking of metal spoons against plastic lunch trays silenced. He slammed his fist down again even harder; just to make sure everyone was settled. Then he turned towards the young newcomer.

'By the way, what's yer name?'�

'Uh'� Why?'�

'Cause I asked that's why!'� Zach snarled.

'Oh'� Davin.'� The boy answered.

'Davin what? What's your sign you got a sign?'�

'Huh?'�

'You got a team what's yer ship? You come off from the Westside? Maybe yer on the wrong side. Well sometimes we eat with them Westside punks. They're part of the base is all new since they added em' about a couple months ago. Half of em' trainees, you a trainee?

'Westside sucks!'� Someone yelled.

'Yeah ugh'�I don't know what I am.'� This wasn't far from the truth. He assumed he was getting put on a team sooner or later, right after they ran him through whatever the initiation was. If he was terrible at it that meant he was a trainee, if he was good than he stayed. He intended on staying seeing as how something told him he would.

'You don't know what you are. Hmm, well than you're probably just a trainee runnin' through. Well I remember back a couple years before we had a stinking Westside. We were all top secret. No public tours and no officials with there experiments and scientific hocus pocus. Hell there wasn't even a shopping center or anything for miles.'� He stood back up and began to walk the table as he went on with the story.

'Only underground pilots, no friggen trainees. You can't handle the shit we do. Hmm. I've been flying for Freefire since I was five years old! Five friggen years old! And I'll tell you what'� I fought my first war when I was seven. Seven man. What were you doing when you were seven? Probably with mommy and daddy snuggled up in yer lil' bed wit a teddy bear.'�

Davin remembered what it was like to be around other people his own age. Or other people period. The last week was a reintroduction to civilization. Now he had to answer people. He had to be a part of there rules and'�

'Just another cute little jit ay? I'll ask you again what's your team!'�

'I don't have a team.'� Davin grumbled and gripped his fork tightly.

'HUH! Look it's another trainee. Yeah go ahead an get huffy an puffy with me and I'll show you something lil' dude.'�

'Whatever.'�

'Yeah keep talking cause' I'm interested.'� Zach kneeled down in front of him and made a fist.

''�'�

'See go back home to yer mommy momma's boy. You don't have what it takes to be here!'�

Davin had had just about enough of this bully's crap. He had enough of this base and all it's weird terminology. He had enough of these people. He had enough of getting up every morning. Of course he always had a problem with that. Now what was he really trying to get to anyways'�

'Momma's Boy?'� that was the point right there.

'Yeah.'�

Davin bit his lip. What would she have to think about that?

'My mom's dead asshole.'�

'Sorry to here that.'� This comment may have saved him from getting plowed. The bully shook his fist at him with a tinge of sympathy, maybe.

'But you're still just another trainee. You got no pity from me. You see half of our mom's are dead and well most of us here didn't ever know them anyway. Go on an eat your veggies your gonna need em with yer lil' smart mouth. Do you here me?'�

Davin gripped his fork tightly and looked at his instigator's slightly chubby face. He had what looked like the beginnings of a moustache. His head was adorned with long frizzy hair and he was covered with a lot of tattoos for someone his age. He noticed them out of the corner of his eyes.

One of them was a bunch of lightning. It was colored up in different winding bolts of purple blue and yellow. Some of it was just plain black. It wrapped around his forearm and ended somewhere into his fist through his fingers. There was silence as he felt all forty some odd eyes on him and his tormenter.

''�'�

'Yeah that's what I thought.'�

'Fuck you.'�

'Whad' you say! What's that?!'�


The fist of lightning flew right at him in a split second. He dodged it miraculously and jumped up from under the mess hall table. Only to get plowed right in the face

'EGH!'�

With that he lunged at the tattooed teenager and hit him right in the mouth.

'AGHH OW!'�

'Eghhh.'�

'AGHHH.'�

'Eghh Meteors for brains.'�

'WIMP ugh.'�

'BOYS STOP IT NOW!'� the lunch lady, Momma Brady ran from behind the lunch counter with her semi-automatic.

'Stop it now I say!'�

They didn't stop until a shot rang out and silence fell upon them, and although the two boys would never really fight again. It was the start of a beautiful friendship. The funny thing was after they became friends Zach more or less quit being the Eastside's resident bully.


'Official spy photographs dated back to three hundred years ago along the planets wetland border shows suspicious signs of aero magnetic activity. Now if we look about two hundred years later, spy photographs recovered from the then abandoned satellite retrieved stills at twenty eight grid parcels. If we notice the magnetic activity is desensitized showing the loss of aero power. And now Admirial Euler will be speaking to us shortly on the process of eradiation and aero frequency as it relates to aero magnetism.'�

'Dude short yeah right gee Dav you look bored.'�

''�'�

'Dude this sucks don't it.'�

'What? Eh yeah whatever you say Zach.'� Davin was lost in the speech. But he became more aware of his best friend sitting beside him and tapped his pen against his electronic clipboard.

'Gee Dav' my pen broke would yeah look at that. Man I bit it too hard I guess, do you have another one I could borrow of yah?'�

''�'�

'Dav' you there man?'�

'What'�oh yeah come again?'�

Zach didn't seem to upset by Davin's inattentiveness to his question.

'Say my pen busted up man. I shorted it out. See?'�

Davin shook his head and blinked a couple times. The auditorium was full and they were towards the back. The lighting was bad but he could make out other people sleeping and not paying attention. He could also see and discern a few others talking so he guessed that him and Zach were not alone.

Zach held his pen up and Davin, now used to his surroundings, looked at it as it sparked and shocked in his oversized hands.

'Gee, nice job.'�

'Yeah huh? Cheap piece of crap. I bought it at the one till store.'�

Zach always had a hard time with things breaking under his grip due to his strength and size. He was about as big as the biggest pro boxer and twice as strong. This was due to the fact he was from Orion. There were other Orion's on the base as well. All of them with slightly different accommodations the base had offered them. Tretriuim plated joysticks. Bigger swords, stronger pens'� And most of them probably knew better than to bite their pens or slam the door to hard seeing as how Zach was the only one who had this problem. Davin grinned.

'What are you smiling at me for man? It ain't funny dude. I almost shocked myself.'�

'Perfect.'� You nearly shocked yourself with a pen. That thing has enough wattage in it to exterminate a fly and that's about it.'� And your no fly Zach he thought but found it best to not repeat out loud.

'I guess this means you don't have one huh?'�

'Oh well'�you know what you can use mine.'�

'That's right the man doesn't take notes he memorizes it.'� Zach laughed. 'I wish I was you. Then I wouldn't have to buy any more of these pieces of shit pens.'�

Davin grumbled something under his breath. Zach took his pen from him and remembered that his best friend was having a bad week and not to take it personally. Of course this was usual. Davin did a lot of grumbling and Zach didn't mind one bit.

'Thanks!'� he smiled

'No problem.'� Davin mumbled as he crossed his arms.

'Cheer up dude.'�

'Be glad you're not me.'�

'Oh I would never want to be you your right. I like bein' Commodore, you know, this jobs pretty fair. See I never have to pay much attention to this stuff. Never had to. Now I know that's gonna change after the knighting, but I like me job.'�

'How did I let you talk me into this?'�

'Come again dude?'�

'Nothing.'�

The meeting went on for what seemed like hours. Zach kept glancing at his watch and reported to Davin whenever ten minutes passed. Davin found his attention focusing in and out from different orators and back to his sidekick who ended up breaking his pen again and getting stuck trying to actually pay attention to the front of the stage and committing things to memory.

Being in the same boat towards the end of the assembly left both of their heads spinning and Zach squinting and getting frustrated, which he never usually got. Davin found this to be slightly amusing but didn't show it because he knew it would start another conversation. Besides, he found it fair trade that he wasn't the only one thinking too hard for a change.

Finally all the orators sat down and Admirial Weston, chief treasurer of Douglas front dismissed everyone.

At assemblies like this, clicks always seemed to form and the two of them found themselves in their own. Before long someone else from the eastside had caught sight of them as they stood and waited for their row to file out.

'Hey boys what's up?'�

'Oh it's Jade.'� Zach moaned sarcastically.

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