Original Fan Fiction E.Vent. Shadows of Ghosts Part I CH.4

[Dunne]

Chapter 4. The Meeting with Commander Jackson Gray

2315, May 8. U.E.A.
Space Sector Alpha, Planet Rallodawn
Continent Rence, Province Percival
Sphere of Influence: U.E.A. Enforcers, U.E.A Military Owned Planet
Subdivisions; U.E.A Enforcers training facilities
Local evening

Cale walked to the hall to the Commander?s office. The hallway was large and spacious somewhat rare to find in the base compound?s under ground offices. It echoed with each of his footsteps even though he wore soft soled shoes, giving him the impression that the hall was built to resonate the sound of approaching feet, possibly that anyone who was going to meet with the commander would announce his presence involuntary. He enjoyed the space, quite different from the confining upper levels of the facility where there was barely enough room to pass in line abreast of three.
He reached the office door and looked in the retina scanner. The scanner confirmed his identity and then he pressed his hand on the hand reader and it scanned his hand, then he recited his name and also punched in his numeric code then identified what sandwich he liked. The door opened to the commander?s office, a small room which had an old seat from a personal vehicle. He figured it must have been of a luxury car looking at the plush seat with the leather skin cover. He walked up to the commander?s desk, saluted a standard salute -palm out like the British did- and at the same time stuck his tongue out to the right of his mouth and went crossed eyed. After a few seconds the Commander turned around and laughed at him. The man was around 40 and had a lightly wrinkled face do to the fact that nothing seemed to surprise him. The man had a Standard Issue Jump suit on, blue and very lose fitting, not tailored to his size due that the suits where all ?on size fits all? The Commander was different than most Commanders. He didn?t like formalities but Cale called liked him sir out respect and not by standards.
?You know that a civilian like you can get in trouble for that, right?? He spoke in a flat American English accent. Cale kept his salute
?I appreciate it anyway, some of the recruits are so stiff I always need a good joke or laugh every now and then? The Commander returned the salute without the detail later flicking his palm down to an American Salute and bringing his hand down at and angle towards him. Cale sat down in the seat in front of his desk.
?Thanks Jack, sir, I knew you would need it, besides, I needed to do that to put in a good mood anyway?
?Oh no,? Jack groaned ?what did they break this time? I already gave that one recruit a reprimand for destroying a good engine on a new fighter?
?Well, Commander, the reason I am here concerns that trainee. See, I was wondering if maybe I could play a practical joke on him just to get him to appreciate me and the equipment more and give you proper respect? Jack pondered for a heart beat and asked.
?He won?t be hurt right??
?Of course not, he?s just going to get the scare of his life, and besides, the computer on the fighter follows by standards and had a big list of things to punish him with, it even suggested that he work with me! I don?t mind, but I already have my assistant?
?That robot of robot of yours right? Tee, is it??
?Yes. Well, I wanted to control the same aircraft, - oh and by the way the aircraft that was shot, it?s fixed and it works better than before, -by a remote and put the pilot through a scare, just enough to let him know who is boss. I?m thinking some acrobatic maneuvers, some high performance stunts, and emergency situation simulators.?
?He won?t be hurt, correct? If he gets hurt, I won?t ever be forgiven by his parents?
?Don?t worry sir, he won?t be, the computer will monitor his vitals and make sure he doesn?t black out from the inertia and gees I?ll pull while putting the craft through its paces. And in case the maneuvers are too much, the computer overrides the remote, levels and slows down the aircraft.?
?Good, I just wanted to make sure of that. Here are the pilot?s records and some of his most extreme flight limits to inertia and gravity gains.?
?Thanks Jack, sir, you won?t regret this. One question: Why did you put in for the security code what kind of sandwich I liked?? The Commander held a strait expression when he responded ?Just for fun.?
Cale smiled ?Well then Jack, sir, I?m going to hit the sack at my quarters, Goodnight.? Cale performed his customary salute and the commander returned it with a real salute. Cale walked through the door of the commander?s office and it closed shut behind him. He heard the commander laugh behind the door on his way to his room.