Note: This is a parallel story to Wolvinator's The Ultimate Weapon.
*Years Ago - SAS Alpha Hangar*
Lieutenant Jimmy ?Jazz? Jazowski had his arms crossed as he stared across the hangar. Beside him, Lieutenant Rodney ?Hot Rod? Smalls was glaring in the same direction.
?Who is he?? Rodney asked.
?Some spacer Corporal,? Jimmy replied. ?Bet he can?t fly a goddamn thing without it having six anti-grav?s slapped all over the thing like a bad case of warts.?
?Spacer Corporal? You mean he?s one of them bull**** assignment officers from Starfleet??
?Yup.?
?That?s such crap! I?m not taking orders from some spacer. That?s not military, that?s little league s***.?
?Know what else?? Jimmy asked. He always liked riling Rodney up. It gave him something to do when he was bored, and since he wasn?t flying today, that meant he needed some other form of entertainment. Rodney was the biggest guy on the base, and definitely the quickest to anger. He?d also been in the brig twice for brawling, and had just barely gotten away with taking a swing at a superior officer once before. Lucky for him, his father was Senator Smalls, otherwise Rodney?d have been drummed out of there months ago.
There were few things more entertaining than watching Rodney Smalls wipe the smug look off of someone?s face with his solid right hook. The trick, Jimmy knew, was just making sure that Rodney kept his anger focused elsewhere.
?What?? Rodney asked, eyes narrowing at the man at the other side of the hangar.
Jimmy pretended to examine his cuticles. In an offhand sort of way, he replied, ?He?s a mutie.?
That made Rodney freeze. Jimmy had to fight to keep from grinning. The last time Rodney had met a mutie, he?d bashed the freak?s face into a pool table and left him even uglier than before. Time before that, Rodney had full out decked a mutie girl who had eyes like a snake and gills on the side of her neck. After Rodney had punched her, she?d actually flopped around on the ground like a fish for a minute or two. They?d laughed about that **** for days.
Rodney had the same look in his eyes now that he?d had on those nights. It was an angry, fearful look that meant something truly entertaining was about to go down. Jimmy was just mad he hadn?t brought his camera. He loved watching spacers get what was coming to them. Ever since his application to Starfleet Academy had been denied, there was nothing he got more pleasure out of than watching a spacer catch the beat down he deserved.
?Oh,? Jimmy added, still in that offhanded tone of voice. ?And they?re giving him your plane.?
?WHAT!?? Rodney whirled on the spot, grabbing Jimmy by the shirt. ?What the **** are you talking about??
?Word came down this morning. You, me, and Sammy, we?re giving up our planes to some special assignment group. He?s one of them, and we got two more coming later today. Muties, all of ?em.?
?I?m not giving up my plane to some goddamned mutie spacer,? Rodney snarled. He shoved Jimmy back a step, releasing his shirt, and then curled his fists. He stared across the hangar at the newly arrived Corporal before looking back at Jimmy. With cold eyes, he stripped off the top of his flight suit, showing off the powerful (and very likely chemically enhanced) muscles of his upper body. He gave one last look to Jimmy before he started stalking across the hangar towards the Corporal.
Jimmy followed after him, losing the fight to keep his grin off of his face. A few of the other guys in the hangar noticed the shirtless Rodney making his way towards the Corporal, and all of them stopped what they were doing to slowly gravitate towards him, eager to catch the spectacle that was sure to follow.
The Corporal himself was a tall man, just about the same height as Rodney. He looked much smaller, however, in comparison to the overly developed physique of Rodney?s. His ill-fitting flight suit made him look even smaller. It was at least a size too large, and it only served to remind Jimmy that this man wasn?t really military. He was a spacer.
?Hey, Mutie!? Rodney barked as he got close to the man. ?Get your hands off my goddamned aircraft!?
The Corporal had both palms on the surface of the plane?s exterior. His eyes were closed and he had been breathing deeply. He opened them slowly and gave Rodney a slow look up and down.
?I thought these were those taxpayer-owned aircraft,? he said. His voice was dull, and it was hard for Jimmy to tell if he was joking or not.
?It?s my aircraft,? Rodney said, stepping closer to the Corporal.
?You do realize I?m not the one who decided to take it, right? That?s what those general guys do. You know them, right? Old guys? Lots of shiny things on their chests??
?You making fun of me, mutie? You think I?m scared of you? You think just cause you got scales on your ass or horns on your head that you?re some kind of bad***??
?Okay, well, A, I don?t have horns on my head. B, the doctor told me those would clear up in a few weeks, and C, it?s Collins, actually. Not mutie.?
Rodney stepped closer to him. His grin was sadistic as he flexed the muscles of his chest. ?I?ll say it again, Collins.? He sneered the name like it tasted bad in his mouth. ?I can beat any mutie in a fight. Any time.?
He stepped closer.
?Any way.?
Closer.
?Any place!?
And with that, he spat directly into Collins? face. To Jimmy?s surprise, Collins didn?t react. Instead, he stood completely motionlessly as the spittle trickled down his cheek. Then his eyes slowly looked Rodney up and down one more time.
?Yeah,? Rodney said, and it was almost a roar of anger now. ?You?re scared now, aren?t ya? Ya little mutie!? His fists were clenched tightly, each held out at his sides in a threatening stance, arms curled. He took a step back, bouncing on the balls of his feet as if he were prepared for a punch to come at any moment.
That moment passed.
Then Collins looked Rodney in the eyes. ?Scared?? He casually flicked the spittle from his cheek with one finger. ?I think you?re confusing me being scared with me holding my breath. Cause let me tell you, your breath? It?s even worse than that body odor you?ve got going on.?
Rodney?s pupils dilated and Jimmy could see the muscles of his jaw working. ?Why you son of a--!?
Rodney?s hand reared back and he swung a heavy right towards Collins? face. It was a full haymaker of a swing, and it would shatter Collin?s jaw if it hit.
It didn?t hit.
Instead, it swung through the air as Collins flowed to one side. His right hand reached up almost casually to grab at Rodney?s wrist, and with an absurdly gentle tug, he used Rodney?s momentum to pull him off-balance and towards him. Just as Rodney?s eyes were going wide at the realization that he was about to fall forward, his momentum was stopped by Collins? knee cracking into his chest, just below his sternum. Air exploded from his lungs in an explosive exhalation, and his eyes bugged out as the muscles in his neck contracted.
One hand still around Rodney?s wrist, Collins grabbed his upper arm and then jerked back on the wrist, causing Rodney?s arm to snap back at the elbow. Rodney screamed then, but it was a pathetic, strangled scream, lacking almost any air in his lungs to power it. He was frozen in pain, bug-eyed and red-faced when Collins spun around him and smacked the back of his fist into the back of Rodney?s head. Rodney?s face was propelled forward and directly onto the asphalt floor of the hangar. A sickening crunch made Jimmy wince as Rodney?s nose was clearly broken. He lay there, whimpering in pain, a slow pool of blood forming around his face.
Collins bent over slightly to look down at Rodney?s face. With a slight sigh, he straightened up and looked to each of the men in turn. His eyes finally settled on Jimmy.
?Now,? he said. ?Are we going to go back to being on the same team? Or does someone else wanna be a...? He seemed to search for the right word, then rolled his eyes and said, ?Mutie-hater??
Jimmy swallowed nervously. No one else was saying a word. He followed suit, kept his eyes lowered, and backed slowly away with everyone else. But as soon as he was far enough away, he glanced back.
?Goddamn mutie,? he whispered, and he was not the only one.
***
*Years Ago - SAS Alpha Briefing Room*
Collins had been hoping to have a minute to talk to Corporal Glenn Ahdee?Khee. It was an old habit of his to go over his concerns about a mission with Glenn before they got underway. Of everyone in the world, Ahdee?Khee best understood the way his mind could work and the concerns he might have. It would be nice to have someone on the mission he could count on, especially when the mission also meant flying with Wesley Bernard. Collins couldn?t remember an assignment he?d ever taken with Bernard that hadn?t ended with him wanting to bash his own skull in.
His attempt at catching up with Glenn before they left was thwarted when General Rickwind stopped him as he was leaving the briefing room.
?Corporal Collins,? he said, just as Collins was about the get out the door. Collins tried not to visibly sigh before he turned around.
?Just Collins is fine, sir.?
?You put one of my best pilots in the hospital, Corporal,? the General said. It was hard for Collins to judge his stoic expression. Was he upset? Angry? Looking for retribution?
Well too bad. He hadn?t done anything wrong. He?d just been minding his own business, checking out his new aircraft?s energy signatures for anything that might hint at a technical malfunction. Every good pilot checked out his craft before he got into the cockpit. It wasn?t his fault that some ?roided up Senator?s son had decided to pick a fight.
?Do you want me to apologize, sir??
He hated that. The ?sir.? He hated it in Starfleet, but he hated it even more here. He was never a sir guy. He was never a military guy. He was never a take-orders-and-don?t-think guy. He did it because he had to. Sometimes you had to play the game. If you didn?t say sir, you didn?t get to work on next-gen FTL technology. And how could he live with himself if he didn?t take the chance to help mankind see the stars?
Of course, these days Starfleet was more interested in keeping the military happy than with pure exploration, and that meant that their ?atypical? officers tended to find themselves loaned out to Earth?s military. Anything to make sure they were ready if the Neos ever came back.
So instead of the stars, he got S.E.F.F. Instead of FTL drives, he got jet engines. And instead of aliens, he got big dumb bigots masquerading as fighter pilots.
?To him?? Rickwind said. ?That?s up to you. The hangar crew says you took a swing at him first, but that?s BS and everyone knows it. If it were up to me, he wouldn?t even be here. It?s not up to me. But do I want you to apologize? Yeah. To me.?
?To you?? Collins replied. It took him half a second to remember to add, ?Sir??
?To me. Bastard that he is, that idiot can fly. And he can fly well. S.E.F.F.?s not a joke. Even a Senator?s son can?t get in here if he can?t bring something to the table. You cost me one of my best assets, even if he?s a pain-in-the-asset.?
Collins tried not to groan at the ?joke.?
?Is that an order, sir??
Rickwind sighed and turned away from him. ?No. No, it?s not an order, Corporal.?
?Then is there anything else you need, General??
Rickwind said nothing for a moment. Then he walked over to a small filing cabinet in the corner of the room. He pulled out a folder and held it up. ?You know what this is??
?A folder??
Rickwind smirked. ?It?s your file. All your info?s in here. Birthday. Height. Weight. Blood type. Mother?s name. Father?s name. Sister?s name. Know what?s not in here??
Collins knew.
?No, sir,? he lied.
?Your first name. It?s not blacked out. It?s just not in here. How do you think that could have possibly happened, Corporal??
?I have no idea, sir.?
Rickwind took a slow breath, then put the folder back in the cabinet. ?I?m not a big fan of the Starfleet exchange, Corporal. Starfleet?s too loose for my tastes. They let anyone in. They?re more concerned with pipe dreams about utopian societies than the hard facts of military service. They might put up with your crap in Starfleet, but I won?t. Understood??
?Yes, sir,? Collins said, and tried to keep from gritting his teeth. Funny thing was, he?d heard this speech before.
?Good. Then tell me, soldier. What?s your first name??
Collins looked Rickwind straight in the eye. ?Officially? I don?t have one, sir.?
Rickwind narrowed his eyes. In a cold tone of voice, he said, ?Unofficially.?
?Unofficially? None of your business, sir.?
Rickwind stared at him for a long moment.
?Get the hell out of here, Corporal. And make sure you start impressing me, because if you don?t, I?m going to make sure you never get as far off of Earth as a 747, let alone a starship. Understood??
Collins snapped off a crisp, and just slightly mocking, salute. ?Sir. Yes, sir.?
Then he turned on his heels and walked swiftly out of the room.
***
*Years Ago - SAS Alpha Runway*
Ten minutes later, Collins was heading towards his aircraft when he was met by Ahdee?Khee. They were both dressed in olive green flight suits, and they both had their sleek black helmets in one hand.
?Hey,? Ahdee?Khee said as they got closer. They began to head towards their aircraft, walking side by side.
?Hey,? Collins said. ?So what do you think??
?About what? The mission, or Bernard??
Collins snorted. He should?ve known. The only two people who got along worse than him and Bernard was Ahdee?Khee and Bernard.
?Still can?t stand the guy either, huh??
Ahdee?Khee just nodded at that. He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment. Collins was about to ask his opinion of the mission again when he spoke up first.
?Y?know,? Ahdee?Khee said. ?It was really uncalled for.?
For a second, Collins thought he meant his fight in the hangar, but he knew Glenn too well for that. He was talking about Bernard.
?What he said to the General??
?Yeah, I mean honestly. What a load of crap. He?s basically questioning everything Rickwind was tellin? the guy.?
?Yeah, he was outta line,? Collins replied. Truth was, he didn?t have anything against Rickwind. Guy was a soldier. He did what soldiers did. Collins wasn?t exactly against questioning authority, but Bernard was always such a d*ck about it. ?I?ll definitely say that. But Wes has always been like that. I mean he?s basically just an all around ***hole.?
Glenn nodded. ?To be honest, the way he?s actin?, I wouldn?t be surprised if they gave his *** a dishonorable. He?s really pushing buttons. He questions authority a lot, always startin? fights, getting into trouble while he?s on liberty. He?s been thrown in the brig more than once. I don?t even know why they chose him for this assignment.?
Collins sighed and looked Glenn in the eyes. It wasn?t the best time to explain to him the trouble he was in for his own fight in the hangar, but he wasn?t about to compare himself to Wesley Bernard. Glenn was right. Wesley got himself into crap every other day. Not only wasn?t he fit for military service, Collins wasn?t sure he was fit for human service. The guy was just a creep.
But that wasn?t his real concern. Not now. In a few minutes they?d be on their way to Yokosuka. Off to some lab that wanted to talk to them about their ?special? abilities. He knew what that meant. That was code for genetic manipulation. He didn?t hold any illusions about this coming mission. This was about being a mutant, nothing more. It didn?t matter if he could help design a better FTL or beat the Kolrami stratagems in a mock battle. All they cared about was his genetics.
If he needed any proof of that, all he had to do was look at Bernard. A terrible officer, a terrible human being, and not exactly a great pilot. What had Rickwind said? To get into S.E.F.F. you had to bring something to the table. What did Bernard bring, if not his mutant abilities?
?To be honest, Glenn, I?m not really comfortable with this assignment. Him being on it; sorta raises my anxiety about it.?
?Really?? Glenn asked. ?Why??
?You know I?ve always been wary about this whole... Military thing. I only really did it because Starfleet pushed this on us.?
?Well,? Glenn said. ?You know they wouldn?t deliberately put us in harm?s way.?
Collins snorted. ?Oh, they wouldn?t? So we?re just in a combative organization for the hell of it??
?You know what I mean,? Glenn responded. ?They wouldn?t make us sitting ducks on purpose. You heard the General yourself: if you don?t agree with the procedure then you don?t have to go through with anything. It?s completely voluntary.?
?Yeah. Uh-huh. Voluntary.?
Glenn smirked. ?Give it a chance. That?s why we?re going. I?m a little excited about it myself. I?m really curious to see what this whole thing?s about.?
Collins raised an eyebrow at him. After a long moment he replied, ?I?m not.?
But look at that. He was going anyway. Funny how that always seemed to happen to him.
Glenn smiled, shaking his head ruefully. ?I?ll see you up there, all right??
Collins just nodded. Yeah. Up there.
Just not up there enough.
*Years Ago - SAS Alpha Hangar*
Lieutenant Jimmy ?Jazz? Jazowski had his arms crossed as he stared across the hangar. Beside him, Lieutenant Rodney ?Hot Rod? Smalls was glaring in the same direction.
?Who is he?? Rodney asked.
?Some spacer Corporal,? Jimmy replied. ?Bet he can?t fly a goddamn thing without it having six anti-grav?s slapped all over the thing like a bad case of warts.?
?Spacer Corporal? You mean he?s one of them bull**** assignment officers from Starfleet??
?Yup.?
?That?s such crap! I?m not taking orders from some spacer. That?s not military, that?s little league s***.?
?Know what else?? Jimmy asked. He always liked riling Rodney up. It gave him something to do when he was bored, and since he wasn?t flying today, that meant he needed some other form of entertainment. Rodney was the biggest guy on the base, and definitely the quickest to anger. He?d also been in the brig twice for brawling, and had just barely gotten away with taking a swing at a superior officer once before. Lucky for him, his father was Senator Smalls, otherwise Rodney?d have been drummed out of there months ago.
There were few things more entertaining than watching Rodney Smalls wipe the smug look off of someone?s face with his solid right hook. The trick, Jimmy knew, was just making sure that Rodney kept his anger focused elsewhere.
?What?? Rodney asked, eyes narrowing at the man at the other side of the hangar.
Jimmy pretended to examine his cuticles. In an offhand sort of way, he replied, ?He?s a mutie.?
That made Rodney freeze. Jimmy had to fight to keep from grinning. The last time Rodney had met a mutie, he?d bashed the freak?s face into a pool table and left him even uglier than before. Time before that, Rodney had full out decked a mutie girl who had eyes like a snake and gills on the side of her neck. After Rodney had punched her, she?d actually flopped around on the ground like a fish for a minute or two. They?d laughed about that **** for days.
Rodney had the same look in his eyes now that he?d had on those nights. It was an angry, fearful look that meant something truly entertaining was about to go down. Jimmy was just mad he hadn?t brought his camera. He loved watching spacers get what was coming to them. Ever since his application to Starfleet Academy had been denied, there was nothing he got more pleasure out of than watching a spacer catch the beat down he deserved.
?Oh,? Jimmy added, still in that offhanded tone of voice. ?And they?re giving him your plane.?
?WHAT!?? Rodney whirled on the spot, grabbing Jimmy by the shirt. ?What the **** are you talking about??
?Word came down this morning. You, me, and Sammy, we?re giving up our planes to some special assignment group. He?s one of them, and we got two more coming later today. Muties, all of ?em.?
?I?m not giving up my plane to some goddamned mutie spacer,? Rodney snarled. He shoved Jimmy back a step, releasing his shirt, and then curled his fists. He stared across the hangar at the newly arrived Corporal before looking back at Jimmy. With cold eyes, he stripped off the top of his flight suit, showing off the powerful (and very likely chemically enhanced) muscles of his upper body. He gave one last look to Jimmy before he started stalking across the hangar towards the Corporal.
Jimmy followed after him, losing the fight to keep his grin off of his face. A few of the other guys in the hangar noticed the shirtless Rodney making his way towards the Corporal, and all of them stopped what they were doing to slowly gravitate towards him, eager to catch the spectacle that was sure to follow.
The Corporal himself was a tall man, just about the same height as Rodney. He looked much smaller, however, in comparison to the overly developed physique of Rodney?s. His ill-fitting flight suit made him look even smaller. It was at least a size too large, and it only served to remind Jimmy that this man wasn?t really military. He was a spacer.
?Hey, Mutie!? Rodney barked as he got close to the man. ?Get your hands off my goddamned aircraft!?
The Corporal had both palms on the surface of the plane?s exterior. His eyes were closed and he had been breathing deeply. He opened them slowly and gave Rodney a slow look up and down.
?I thought these were those taxpayer-owned aircraft,? he said. His voice was dull, and it was hard for Jimmy to tell if he was joking or not.
?It?s my aircraft,? Rodney said, stepping closer to the Corporal.
?You do realize I?m not the one who decided to take it, right? That?s what those general guys do. You know them, right? Old guys? Lots of shiny things on their chests??
?You making fun of me, mutie? You think I?m scared of you? You think just cause you got scales on your ass or horns on your head that you?re some kind of bad***??
?Okay, well, A, I don?t have horns on my head. B, the doctor told me those would clear up in a few weeks, and C, it?s Collins, actually. Not mutie.?
Rodney stepped closer to him. His grin was sadistic as he flexed the muscles of his chest. ?I?ll say it again, Collins.? He sneered the name like it tasted bad in his mouth. ?I can beat any mutie in a fight. Any time.?
He stepped closer.
?Any way.?
Closer.
?Any place!?
And with that, he spat directly into Collins? face. To Jimmy?s surprise, Collins didn?t react. Instead, he stood completely motionlessly as the spittle trickled down his cheek. Then his eyes slowly looked Rodney up and down one more time.
?Yeah,? Rodney said, and it was almost a roar of anger now. ?You?re scared now, aren?t ya? Ya little mutie!? His fists were clenched tightly, each held out at his sides in a threatening stance, arms curled. He took a step back, bouncing on the balls of his feet as if he were prepared for a punch to come at any moment.
That moment passed.
Then Collins looked Rodney in the eyes. ?Scared?? He casually flicked the spittle from his cheek with one finger. ?I think you?re confusing me being scared with me holding my breath. Cause let me tell you, your breath? It?s even worse than that body odor you?ve got going on.?
Rodney?s pupils dilated and Jimmy could see the muscles of his jaw working. ?Why you son of a--!?
Rodney?s hand reared back and he swung a heavy right towards Collins? face. It was a full haymaker of a swing, and it would shatter Collin?s jaw if it hit.
It didn?t hit.
Instead, it swung through the air as Collins flowed to one side. His right hand reached up almost casually to grab at Rodney?s wrist, and with an absurdly gentle tug, he used Rodney?s momentum to pull him off-balance and towards him. Just as Rodney?s eyes were going wide at the realization that he was about to fall forward, his momentum was stopped by Collins? knee cracking into his chest, just below his sternum. Air exploded from his lungs in an explosive exhalation, and his eyes bugged out as the muscles in his neck contracted.
One hand still around Rodney?s wrist, Collins grabbed his upper arm and then jerked back on the wrist, causing Rodney?s arm to snap back at the elbow. Rodney screamed then, but it was a pathetic, strangled scream, lacking almost any air in his lungs to power it. He was frozen in pain, bug-eyed and red-faced when Collins spun around him and smacked the back of his fist into the back of Rodney?s head. Rodney?s face was propelled forward and directly onto the asphalt floor of the hangar. A sickening crunch made Jimmy wince as Rodney?s nose was clearly broken. He lay there, whimpering in pain, a slow pool of blood forming around his face.
Collins bent over slightly to look down at Rodney?s face. With a slight sigh, he straightened up and looked to each of the men in turn. His eyes finally settled on Jimmy.
?Now,? he said. ?Are we going to go back to being on the same team? Or does someone else wanna be a...? He seemed to search for the right word, then rolled his eyes and said, ?Mutie-hater??
Jimmy swallowed nervously. No one else was saying a word. He followed suit, kept his eyes lowered, and backed slowly away with everyone else. But as soon as he was far enough away, he glanced back.
?Goddamn mutie,? he whispered, and he was not the only one.
***
*Years Ago - SAS Alpha Briefing Room*
Collins had been hoping to have a minute to talk to Corporal Glenn Ahdee?Khee. It was an old habit of his to go over his concerns about a mission with Glenn before they got underway. Of everyone in the world, Ahdee?Khee best understood the way his mind could work and the concerns he might have. It would be nice to have someone on the mission he could count on, especially when the mission also meant flying with Wesley Bernard. Collins couldn?t remember an assignment he?d ever taken with Bernard that hadn?t ended with him wanting to bash his own skull in.
His attempt at catching up with Glenn before they left was thwarted when General Rickwind stopped him as he was leaving the briefing room.
?Corporal Collins,? he said, just as Collins was about the get out the door. Collins tried not to visibly sigh before he turned around.
?Just Collins is fine, sir.?
?You put one of my best pilots in the hospital, Corporal,? the General said. It was hard for Collins to judge his stoic expression. Was he upset? Angry? Looking for retribution?
Well too bad. He hadn?t done anything wrong. He?d just been minding his own business, checking out his new aircraft?s energy signatures for anything that might hint at a technical malfunction. Every good pilot checked out his craft before he got into the cockpit. It wasn?t his fault that some ?roided up Senator?s son had decided to pick a fight.
?Do you want me to apologize, sir??
He hated that. The ?sir.? He hated it in Starfleet, but he hated it even more here. He was never a sir guy. He was never a military guy. He was never a take-orders-and-don?t-think guy. He did it because he had to. Sometimes you had to play the game. If you didn?t say sir, you didn?t get to work on next-gen FTL technology. And how could he live with himself if he didn?t take the chance to help mankind see the stars?
Of course, these days Starfleet was more interested in keeping the military happy than with pure exploration, and that meant that their ?atypical? officers tended to find themselves loaned out to Earth?s military. Anything to make sure they were ready if the Neos ever came back.
So instead of the stars, he got S.E.F.F. Instead of FTL drives, he got jet engines. And instead of aliens, he got big dumb bigots masquerading as fighter pilots.
?To him?? Rickwind said. ?That?s up to you. The hangar crew says you took a swing at him first, but that?s BS and everyone knows it. If it were up to me, he wouldn?t even be here. It?s not up to me. But do I want you to apologize? Yeah. To me.?
?To you?? Collins replied. It took him half a second to remember to add, ?Sir??
?To me. Bastard that he is, that idiot can fly. And he can fly well. S.E.F.F.?s not a joke. Even a Senator?s son can?t get in here if he can?t bring something to the table. You cost me one of my best assets, even if he?s a pain-in-the-asset.?
Collins tried not to groan at the ?joke.?
?Is that an order, sir??
Rickwind sighed and turned away from him. ?No. No, it?s not an order, Corporal.?
?Then is there anything else you need, General??
Rickwind said nothing for a moment. Then he walked over to a small filing cabinet in the corner of the room. He pulled out a folder and held it up. ?You know what this is??
?A folder??
Rickwind smirked. ?It?s your file. All your info?s in here. Birthday. Height. Weight. Blood type. Mother?s name. Father?s name. Sister?s name. Know what?s not in here??
Collins knew.
?No, sir,? he lied.
?Your first name. It?s not blacked out. It?s just not in here. How do you think that could have possibly happened, Corporal??
?I have no idea, sir.?
Rickwind took a slow breath, then put the folder back in the cabinet. ?I?m not a big fan of the Starfleet exchange, Corporal. Starfleet?s too loose for my tastes. They let anyone in. They?re more concerned with pipe dreams about utopian societies than the hard facts of military service. They might put up with your crap in Starfleet, but I won?t. Understood??
?Yes, sir,? Collins said, and tried to keep from gritting his teeth. Funny thing was, he?d heard this speech before.
?Good. Then tell me, soldier. What?s your first name??
Collins looked Rickwind straight in the eye. ?Officially? I don?t have one, sir.?
Rickwind narrowed his eyes. In a cold tone of voice, he said, ?Unofficially.?
?Unofficially? None of your business, sir.?
Rickwind stared at him for a long moment.
?Get the hell out of here, Corporal. And make sure you start impressing me, because if you don?t, I?m going to make sure you never get as far off of Earth as a 747, let alone a starship. Understood??
Collins snapped off a crisp, and just slightly mocking, salute. ?Sir. Yes, sir.?
Then he turned on his heels and walked swiftly out of the room.
***
*Years Ago - SAS Alpha Runway*
Ten minutes later, Collins was heading towards his aircraft when he was met by Ahdee?Khee. They were both dressed in olive green flight suits, and they both had their sleek black helmets in one hand.
?Hey,? Ahdee?Khee said as they got closer. They began to head towards their aircraft, walking side by side.
?Hey,? Collins said. ?So what do you think??
?About what? The mission, or Bernard??
Collins snorted. He should?ve known. The only two people who got along worse than him and Bernard was Ahdee?Khee and Bernard.
?Still can?t stand the guy either, huh??
Ahdee?Khee just nodded at that. He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment. Collins was about to ask his opinion of the mission again when he spoke up first.
?Y?know,? Ahdee?Khee said. ?It was really uncalled for.?
For a second, Collins thought he meant his fight in the hangar, but he knew Glenn too well for that. He was talking about Bernard.
?What he said to the General??
?Yeah, I mean honestly. What a load of crap. He?s basically questioning everything Rickwind was tellin? the guy.?
?Yeah, he was outta line,? Collins replied. Truth was, he didn?t have anything against Rickwind. Guy was a soldier. He did what soldiers did. Collins wasn?t exactly against questioning authority, but Bernard was always such a d*ck about it. ?I?ll definitely say that. But Wes has always been like that. I mean he?s basically just an all around ***hole.?
Glenn nodded. ?To be honest, the way he?s actin?, I wouldn?t be surprised if they gave his *** a dishonorable. He?s really pushing buttons. He questions authority a lot, always startin? fights, getting into trouble while he?s on liberty. He?s been thrown in the brig more than once. I don?t even know why they chose him for this assignment.?
Collins sighed and looked Glenn in the eyes. It wasn?t the best time to explain to him the trouble he was in for his own fight in the hangar, but he wasn?t about to compare himself to Wesley Bernard. Glenn was right. Wesley got himself into crap every other day. Not only wasn?t he fit for military service, Collins wasn?t sure he was fit for human service. The guy was just a creep.
But that wasn?t his real concern. Not now. In a few minutes they?d be on their way to Yokosuka. Off to some lab that wanted to talk to them about their ?special? abilities. He knew what that meant. That was code for genetic manipulation. He didn?t hold any illusions about this coming mission. This was about being a mutant, nothing more. It didn?t matter if he could help design a better FTL or beat the Kolrami stratagems in a mock battle. All they cared about was his genetics.
If he needed any proof of that, all he had to do was look at Bernard. A terrible officer, a terrible human being, and not exactly a great pilot. What had Rickwind said? To get into S.E.F.F. you had to bring something to the table. What did Bernard bring, if not his mutant abilities?
?To be honest, Glenn, I?m not really comfortable with this assignment. Him being on it; sorta raises my anxiety about it.?
?Really?? Glenn asked. ?Why??
?You know I?ve always been wary about this whole... Military thing. I only really did it because Starfleet pushed this on us.?
?Well,? Glenn said. ?You know they wouldn?t deliberately put us in harm?s way.?
Collins snorted. ?Oh, they wouldn?t? So we?re just in a combative organization for the hell of it??
?You know what I mean,? Glenn responded. ?They wouldn?t make us sitting ducks on purpose. You heard the General yourself: if you don?t agree with the procedure then you don?t have to go through with anything. It?s completely voluntary.?
?Yeah. Uh-huh. Voluntary.?
Glenn smirked. ?Give it a chance. That?s why we?re going. I?m a little excited about it myself. I?m really curious to see what this whole thing?s about.?
Collins raised an eyebrow at him. After a long moment he replied, ?I?m not.?
But look at that. He was going anyway. Funny how that always seemed to happen to him.
Glenn smiled, shaking his head ruefully. ?I?ll see you up there, all right??
Collins just nodded. Yeah. Up there.
Just not up there enough.