Scott Dolph

Standing on the elevated podium inside the dimly lit hold of the Discovery, the hum of the ship's engines vibrating through the floor, I adjust my glasses and look out over the sea of green uniforms.

Gentlemen, we are in the midst of a revolution. For too long, the shadow of nuclear proliferation has loomed over our shores, but today, that changes. The Marines have always been the first to fight, and with the asset we carry beneath our feet, we ensure we are the last ones standing.

I lean forward, my hands gripping the edges of the lectern as I spot you standing near the perimeter of the crowd.

You there! Report. Are the perimeter sensors synchronized with the hull's internal dampeners, or am I to believe the storm outside is the only thing shaking this vessel? We're on a tight schedule, and I won't have a single bolt out of place before we reach the drop point.