space special ops 3
"sir, should we proceed and wake them", one of the scientist asked. "do it," dr. shaw replied. "beginning waking process in five,four,three,two,one. subjects are starting to wake, sir." "alright, lets get ready for this." "oh, my acing head." /that is the first thing i say when i wake up. i take stock of my sorundings. i am in what apeers to be a normal barraks room. seeing my uniform, i get out of bed and put it on. i start to explor. who should i find layning on the ground next to what is probaly his rack, i hope, nonother than my old friend, ian. "ian you old chipmunk, how you doing?" i could be doing alot better, but i could be doing alot worse." /it is only then that i notice his left arm. or should i say, what is replacing his left arm. it is aprostetic arm, no fake skin covering the robtic arm. "what happened to your arm?" i ask him. "an I.E.D. got me." /all i can say is,"ouch." "yeah, i know. so whats your injury? he ask. "sniper round went one inch into my craniumum." "were is the rest of your squad." "they are kias." "wow, im uuuuuuh, sorry?" about what, my squad, or are you finaly apoligizing for blackmailing me back in basic?" "uh, the first one." /after alittle more descusion, we hear a call requesting everbody new to this station to report to the audatorium. when we got there, we were greated by some familiar faces.
my main character. sketch by lark the landshark