Taking Care of Business
“We’ve got launching orders, boys,” Lieutenant Bonzer shouted. This announcement was met by hurrahs from most of the rest of the 501st. Stationed on Mimas, nestled deep within the massive crater Herschel, their official patch referenced both the moon they were on and the fictional station it resembled. No one messed with them.
Bonzer continued. “Early Warning on Phoebe found something screwy in the Encke Division. Seems one of the old fat-cat hotels is making some noise. Command on Titan wants us to check it out.”
“We got any idea what we’re dealing with?” one private asked, before gulping down some of his drink.
The lieutenant tapped the wall twice, and several pictures and some text instantly appeared. “Right now, this is all that we have on the situation. They think it’s a freak incident. Of course, we need to confirm.”
“Nuke the site from orbit,” somebody quipped. “It’s the only way to be sure.”
“Very funny,” the lieutenant chuckled. “Now, we launch in 30. Up and at ‘em, people! Let’s move!”