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Terra's destiny: Prelude to war (XCOM/Stargate)

AllenWalker

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Chapter 1
"The cost of live of last months Chicago and Peking attacks is estimated to lay in the tens of thousands. Additionally damage to the energy grid saw state wide blackouts in Idaho and Utah. After the energy supply had been reinstated, hundreds were reported missing. Following this event President Lawdon decided to include local militia forces to local police units while reinforcing the nation wide martial la-"

The channel was changed.

"Today Brigadier General Theresia Von Strache will be rewarded the Knights Cross of the Iron Cross for her bravery and decisiveness during the Frankfurt attack that resulted in thousands of lives saved. She will be the first German to be awarded this medal since the end of the Second World War. Sources claim that she will receive the Medal together with a promotion to regional commander of the Ruhr, from Chancellor Schröder himself. Furth-"

A sudden flash in the night sky distracted Jack from the news about some german general being awarded.

Peering into his telescope, he quickly observed the event. What he saw made him violently curse.

Jumping up from his hobby, he darted over to his desk to snatch his walky-talky. It could be nothing theoretically, but he was not relying on the universe granting them a good day. It never did.

He quickly pressed the alarm button before speaking into his radio.

"Jim!" "Jack? What's the matter?"

"They're coming Jim! Gather the boys and get the women and children somewhere safe!"

"Are you sure? This is the third this week you've given an alarm, and so far they've been a no show."

"Damnit Jim! I'm not kidding, we have at most ten minutes ti-"

The sudden roar of distant explosions, most likely originating from the AA batteries up north, interrupted their conversation.

"I'm getting the boys."

Jack cut the transmission and whipped around, not content on wasting any more time.

Leaping down the stairs, he ran to his weapons box and ripped it open.

Inside was an AR-15, with a magazine already loaded. Piling in plenty of reserve mags into his backpack, he moved on and shoved two Glocks into his army belt together, with two large combat knifes.

Just six months ago such an arsenal would've earned him a police visit, but not anymore.

Darting to the desk in his living room, he snatched a spare satchel and stuffed six molotov cocktails he had readied for exactly this occasion.

The homemade ethanol and rag bombs weren't exactly frag grenades, but they were better than nothing.

The man smiled grimly while he slung the satchel over his backpack. What had worked against Ivan for the Finns would hopefully work for him as well.

Shoving a couple of additional Magazines for both his AR and his Glocks into his belt and pockets, he readied himself to move out.

If ET wanted either a piece of him, this town, or the far to few fish in his lake outside, they would need to first fight their way past him!
 
Chapter 1

AllenWalker

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Summary: Jack O'Neill was quietly enjoying his retirement, not being bothered by alien "gods" or alien civilizations needing his help. He was content with letting it be like this, but the universe had different ideas for the unknown war hero.

Chapter 1 "The cost of live of last months Chicago and Peking attacks is estimated to lay in the tens of thousands. Additionally damage to the energy grid saw state wide blackouts in Idaho and Utah. After the energy supply had been reinstated, hundreds were reported missing. Following this event President Lawdon decided to include local militia forces to local police units while reinforcing the nation wide martial la-"

The channel was changed.

"Today Brigadier General Theresia Von Strache will be rewarded the Knights Cross of the Iron Cross for her bravery and decisiveness during the Frankfurt attack that resulted in thousands of lives saved. She will be the first German to be awarded this medal since the end of the Second World War. Sources claim that she will receive the Medal together with a promotion to regional commander of the Ruhr, from Chancellor Schröder himself. Furth-"

A sudden flash in the night sky distracted Jack from the news about some german general being awarded.

Peering into his telescope, he quickly observed the event. What he saw made him violently curse. Jumping up from his hobby, he darted over to his desk to snatch his walky-talky.

It could be nothing theoretically, but he was not relying on the universe granting them a good day. It never did.

He quickly pressed the alarm button before speaking into his radio.

"Jim!" "Jack? What's the matter?" "They're coming Jim! Gather the boys and get the women and children somewhere safe!" "Are you sure? This is the third this week you've given an alarm, and so far they've been a no show." "Damnit Jim! I'm not kidding, we have at most ten minutes ti-" The sudden roar of distant explosions, most likely originating from the AA batteries up north, interrupted their conversation.

"I'm getting the boys." Jack cut the transmission and whipped around, not content on wasting any more time. Leaping down the stairs, he ran to his weapons box and ripped it open. Inside was an AR-15, with a magazine already loaded. Piling in plenty of reserve mags into his backpack, he moved on and shoved two Glocks into his army belt together, with two large combat knifes. Just six months ago such an arsenal would've earned him a police visit, but not anymore.

Darting to the desk in his living room, he snatched a spare satchel and stuffed six molotov cocktails he had readied for exactly this occasion. The homemade ethanol and rag bombs weren't exactly frag grenades, but they were better than nothing.

The man smiled grimly while he slung the satchel over his backpack. What had worked against Ivan for the Finns would hopefully work for him as well. Shoving a couple of additional Magazines for both his AR and his Glocks into his belt and pockets, he readied himself to move out. If ET wanted either a piece of him, this town, or the far to few fish in his lake outside, they would need to first fight their way past him!
 
Chapter 2

AllenWalker

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Chapter 2

Jack drove carefully down the street, going barely faster than walking speed.

He had put out all the lights, and had no desire to die in a car crash when an alien attack was potentially only minutes away.

He turned on the radio, now displaying the UFO raid alarm and was advising to flee villages and settlements without significant military presence.

He grimaced as he heard the familiar booms of aircraft moving in at supersonic speeds.

Above him, not more than five kilometers away, explosions were visible in the sky. Most likely from the Air Force engaging the threat. He had no illusions the planes, most likely F-15 or F-16s, were capable of destroying the UFOs.

Sure ,the usual propaganda in the news proclaimed the valor and bravery of American Pilots, but an old friend from the Air Force had told him just what a slaughter these battles were

. Most of the time, it was not America who emerged victorious. And if the rumors from abroad were true...

He had no time to think about that however. No time to think about the American soldiers that were probably being killed right now.

He couldn't do anything to change it anyway. He and Jim Blankwell, an old Vietnam veteran (for his age was still tough like old leather) had organized the local militia.

It'd been five years since this whole mess had started. Five years since people had suddenly started disappearing, or worse. But no one had at the time cared about that.

News like Germany, Italy and Japan rearming, acquiring their own arsenals of nuclear, biological and chemical weapons, the newly reformed Russia who had been diminishing it's armed forces, suddenly began mass drafts and the like had dominated the news.

That was until Delhi. The alien attack on Dehli changed everything; People across the world witnessed live on TV how city centers were set ablaze by plasma, news crews slaughtered by insect like beasts, inhuman military forces that wielded weapons that sliced through armor as if the tanks had been made out of butter.

And attacks like Dehli repeated themselves. Mexico city, Rio de Janeiro, London, Beijing, New York. Again and again.

After that, everything; industry, society, the economy, all of it truly changed. Across the nation gargantuan bunker systems were built, tunnels reaching from Chicago to Philadelphia, from Boston to Houston.

Uncountable tons of earth and stone from these very tunnels were used to pull up literal walls across the United States, as cities were turned into fortresses.

Meanwhile factories across the nation produced tanks, guns, and ammunition in quantities never before produced in history.

The output went into arming the tens of millions of men and women drafted into the military.

Everyone but the young and old were conscripted into either the armed forces or industry, and under those who weren't, such as the old and very young, often formed militia.

Here in Colorado Springs was no different. Jack was pulled out of his musing when a gas tanker suddenly stopped in front of his car.

Something on the road before him had moved.

Grabbing his AR, he opened the door and slipped on his night vision set. It looked vaguely human shaped-

He barely noticed the thing raising something that looked like a gun in his direction, and his instincts took over, throwing himself to his side.

That saved his life as only a second later, a barrage of green light shot passed by him, missing Jack only by some centimeters.

Not wasting a second, he immediately opened up on the bastard, pumping a stream of bullets into the alien as he fell.

Jack cursed as he landed on the hard asphalt of the street, but that didn't stop him from rolling over and immediately darting to the nearest cover, all while looking out for other shooters.

There were none. Taking aim at the creature, he emptied the rest of his magazine into the thing before running back to his car while fetching the walky talky from his vest.

"Jack what happened? We heard shots and-" "Jim I was attacked. Was probably an alien but it looked human." "How do ya know? Could've just been some loon."

"For one it had some kind of energy weapon." answered O'Neill, snatching a peek over his cover. "Aaaand two it's blood is currently melting the asphalt." "Fuck. So it's like the thing from Alien?" "Yeah, though I'm pretty sure that these aliens won't shove some eggs in your to have their young."

"Too bad. That what at least some of the boys could've finally gotten laid, hehe. Anyway we should better warn the rest of the..."

A sudden high pitched scream was followed by a crescendo of gunfire, ripping through the nights relative silence not far from Jack's location. Gunfire that abruptly stopped.

"That came from Bill's home!" Jim practically screamed trough the walky talky. Jack was already running. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Sprinting from cover to cover, the retired colonel reached the man's home in under five minutes.

Quickly assessing the situation, he saw neither friendlies nor hostiles in the area. That didn't mean they weren't there, he reminded himself.

Again taking his walky talky in hand, he tried to call Bill, but there was no response. Cursing under his breath, he looked left and right again before legging it over to the house.

Pushing the door open, he carefully entered the building and was greeted with a horrible stench. Blood was everywhere. The next mo

"JESEUS CHRIST!" screamed Jack, pulling the trigger on his assault rifle to spray bullets at whatever was racing towards him.

That didn't seem to particularly faze the unknown creature as it jumped onto Jack, throwing him on his back.

His world suddenly became horizontal and he could blankly feel a chitinous blade tear through his shoulder, the other raised in the air to swing down and crack open his skull.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Jack had his Glock already out when he'd been thrown down, and now raised it to shoot.

The heavy bullets hit the claw and what looked like an arm joint, while he jerked his head aside as fast as he could.

The claw barely missed his head, instead ripping a small part of his ear off. With his adrenaline surging, he barely noticed it.

Jack shot again, this time with both of his guns. He pumped bullets into it's stomach and chest, snarling in effort.

He seemed to hit something important as it jumped back. Dropping both the Glock and AR, his hands went down to his belt and draw his two huge combat knifes.

Screaming like a savage, Jack attacked it with reckless abandon, slashing and stabbing as fast and hard as he could.

It hit back with its nasty claws, hitting him in the leg and opening a swallow cut on his stomach.

But the insect was not fated to win this match.

Bringing one arm down, he rammed a knife into the head, driving the point directly into it's brain.

It screeched for a moment, sounding like nails on a chalkboard, and pushed him back before it collapsed into a heap of twisted limbs.

Jack slowly stood, up his entire body aching in pain. Picking up his rifle, he gave the thing one last look before limping away, careful to not further stress his wounded leg.

He saw lights outside and familiar voices. Jim had arrived.
 

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I already have an beta on Spacebattles though he wouldn't say no to some help
My comments would be that Jack has a lot of stamina, faced with this kind of situation, most humans would die. Though he is military.

Am I the only one who imagines like the Green Party running on a platform of getting rid of the draft somehow? :p
 

AllenWalker

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My comments would be that Jack has a lot of stamina, faced with this kind of situation, most humans would die. Though he is military.

Am I the only one who imagines like the Green Party running on a platform of getting rid of the draft somehow? :p
In germany? Well the fact that like half of berlin got leveled in one particularly bad attack put pretty much any opposition to that draft, the rearming and the massive expansment of the bundeswehr as well as getting strategic amd tacticalweaponry on the back
 
Omake

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Por = Water Fio = Earth Shas = fire Kor = Air Aun = Ethereal Gue'la = human Tau'va = greater good Gue'vesa = human helper La-Ui-Vre-El-O Gue'va = Terrans Gue'lok= Vipers

Stepping out from his apartment, the young male swung the door shut behind him in a smooth practiced motion. Once outside he stopped to reach into his pants pocket, his fingers wrapping around the familiar lump of metal to withdraw, then inserting his home's key (one of three) into the simple lock. A quick twist yielded the usual click, and with a pawed rattle of the handle he nodded in satisfaction. The first segment of his morning routine finished, he turned to stride off at a decent pace, hooves softly clopping on the hallway linoleum.

Exiting the sliding doors of the building, he left his home behind for the greeting of a new day. Even early in the morning the city was alive with activity, which would only increase in an hour or so. He simply dug his hands into his overcoat and walked, the only interruption to his attention was bringing out his phone: 5:24 read the Samsung Interstellar 9's display, along with an ad for some clothes lineup from distant Terra. Nothing to stop him from replacing his blocky device to his pocket and keep moving.

Por'la Tor'kesh, Tor for just about everyone, was off to work.

Tor heard the clops of his bare hooves on the sidewalk, but only just. Chattering from other groups of early risers like himself, the soft drone of cars on the street, and occasionally the whine of an aircraft far above the rooftops competed with his own natural sounds, and he was clearly outmatched. Just an insignificant cog in an unimportant machine really. He didn't care though; plenty of his kind wished to get away from the city, either to get a job on the farms or to start their own homesteads, but he wasn't one of them. Tor was a natural social animal, well suited to urban life.

Standing at an even 160 centimeters tall, Tor was a typical member of his species in most respects: greyish blue skin tone, four fingers on each hand, and twin legs ending in cloven hooves, he was known throughout much of four galaxies as a Tau. Some humans had difficulty telling different breeds of Tau apart, but the traits of his caste were plain as day for those with open eyes; as a Water Caste, his features were more open than the plain Earth caste visage, or the hard expressions of the Fire caste. His frame was more slender than the species average, discounting the fact that the stocky Fio breed were the majority of Tau. He kept his black hair in a short bowl cut, the longest of his bangs poorly covering his forehead groove; simple but functional, and very easy to tend.

Joining a small crowd in front of a crosswalk, Tor let his eyes wander towards the prefab apartments in every direction. He glossed over the Tau made buildings, ignoring the rising skyscrapers slowly infiltrating this part of the city. All he cared for was the weather, which despite a chill in the air promised to warm up significantly later on. His brow creased when he spotted a worrisome cloud; when the light changed he walked with the rest of the gathering throngs, hardly unique in checking his phone for the weather.

"Chance of precipitation later." he murmured to himself, pursing his lips. Despite his breed's namesake, he loathed the rain.

Around Tor were others of his kind, constituting the majority of Dal'yth's population even after substantial immigration. Most of the Tau were either Fio or Por, with a couple bulky Shas bestriding the sidewalks as equals. The sight of a couple tall forms going in the opposite direction caught his eye for a moment, the two Kor apparently too wrapped up in their own business to care about the attention they drew. He supposed he would feel the same in their place.

Passing by, he caught a snatch of one chatting "...fleets blockading the Maelstrom..." and his partner muttering "...won't matter until they close..." as they left his earshot.

Only a couple Tau he saw wore robes, their clothes' patterns intricate yet undeniably structured. A Por vendor stand was one such example, catching his eye when he passed by his tiny shop. The gruff looking old man glaring at his potential customers, few of whom weren't clad in jackets and thick pants warranted for the cold. Despite the implied hostility, Tor did consider buying something from this elder for lunch, but ultimately decided against it. Another day he promised himself. Stuffing his hands into the Terran designed overcoat, he pushed the flaps over his white button-up and black pants when a cold gust blew past, the young Tau shivering in spite of his defense. He wasn't alone in this regard, most of his kind around him mimicking his actions to one degree or another.

When he saw the tram terminal ahead, Tor sighed. Last night he hoped getting up earlier was an unneeded precaution, but one glance told him his fears were certainly called for. Somebody behind him muttered "Damnit" and received several agreeing nods, himself amongst them.

An otherwise unremarkable station was marred by a new large display underneath the main sign, which streamed multiple lines of script first in Terran, then in Tau (a message with all the subtlety of a dreadnought), informing all passengers to have their ID ready, and to prepare for random searches. Sighing again while he fell into a processing line, Tor noted that at least the staff were moving quickly. A quick turn of his head informed him the amassing numbers of Tau were reacting to this setback in an an orderly fashion, as well as confirming no one he knew was here too.

Every couple seconds the line moved forward, not one traveler making a fuss over something or another. Either the police were making a bigger show of the increased security than it needed, or the overworked cops at this checkpoint had finally received newer equipment. Or there was a psi operative here.

Halting the shiver crawling up his spine took all of Tor's willpower. He wasn't entirely able to prevent a grimace on his expression however, which would certainly cause a problem if someone noticed, and then came to the conclusion he was fearful of the upcoming search. Which wasn't true at all. He just had a rational, deeply abiding fear of a mind reader scouring his entire existence, viewing his life as a mere story to skim through. Hopefully whoever interrogated him would understand. Silently the Tau cursed those idiots who blew up part of a highway yesterday, still fighting a war they lost generations ago. All the deluded fools succeeded in was making life more difficult for everyone else.

Tor's line of thought vanished when he noticed the lined crowds around him stiffening, and after a second he realized why. For slithering down the open isles was something all Tau feared: an armed Gue'lok, or as they called themselves, a Viper.

At eight meters long, this one wasn't the largest he'd ever seen (though definitely the biggest he saw with his own two eyes), but that wouldn't be of much comfort to the unfortunate fool constricted to death. Her scaly yellow hide gleamed in the terminal lights, contrasting sharply with the black vest and cap fitted to her head, with her bulbous vest displaying 'Law Enforcement' in Tau script. The Viper's arms ended in vicious little claws, more than capable of rending flesh from bone, assuming her currently hidden fangs didn't kill the target first. Failing that, the unmistakable profile of a laser rifle held in an obvious ready position across her chest would do the trick. The creature prowled slowly, ensuring she towered over the relatively short Tau.

When the beast passed by Tor, she turned her head towards him, and for a second he stared fearfully at her slitted eyes while she glared mercilessly in return. The moment passed quickly when the Viper slithered away, but the raw fear wasn't so easy to banish. Tor had to take a shuddering breath before he could keep filing forward. Things were definitely worse than they seemed if the authorities dispatched more garrison troops to a train terminal, increasing the odds of a PsiOp being here.

Luckily for him the clerk was a Tau, a bored looking Shas constable in a black uniform, who barely looked up from his display to check on him. Working the shivers out of his system, Tor ran his ID card across the scanner; again he held his breath, waiting for the neutral blue light to flash. Green, everything checked out and his life went on. Red, then something was wrong. Many years had he done this, and not once had he felt certain things wouldn't go awry.

When it flashed green, Tor sighed in relief and passed through an arch device, which quickly searched his person for illegal weapons or contraband. The sight of more Terrans standing guard nearby, armed and clad like the Viper outside, caught his eye for as long as it took him to reach the tram platform itself. In the old days he heard it was common for the soldiers to shoot a Tau in the middle of a street, whether from resistance, violating the law, or just out of sadistic amusement, but those times were long gone. Paradoxically, the sight of patrolling Shas police mixed with the growing mass of Tau barely registered to his attention. The thoughts of traitors or collaborators should've filled him with disgust, but instead he felt nothing of the sort.

Glancing around as he waited, Tor searched for any sign of a PsiOp, but after a moment he kicked himself. There was no way to tell a passive psionic from a regular Terran for one, and even if there was, why would the authorities leave them in plain sight? Relaxing a minute degree, he rationalized that even if there was a psionic at this terminal, they wouldn't have them scan an entire crowd's thoughts at once. Getting through security meant he was in the clear.

"Right, that's it." he mumbled to himself, joining a throng waiting by the steps.

Soon enough the tram smoothly rolled into place, and Tor boarded the maglev alongside hundreds of fellow Tau. Claiming a handhold once the doors slid shut, he braced for the momentary transition from acceleration to stability, but to his surprise he barely felt anything. Had the rail network finally gotten newer inertial dampers? Either way, he was glad his stomach didn't lurch this time.

What should have been a short ride from the inner city to the outskirts grew more interesting than Tor anticipated. A quiet wail nearby caused him to turn, frowning until he laid eyes on an unusual sight: a female Tau was cradling a small cloth bundle in her arms, softly cooing to sooth her prize. His eyes widened when he saw a tiny blue arm reach up, only for the woman to tuck the limb back. Hearing a couple scoffs from behind Tor was his cue to look away, ignoring how the woman drew hateful glares from several passengers.

A part of him felt the same; who was this presumptuous woman to take a child away from a proper nurturing center? Such behavior was indecent and selfish in the extreme, and promised only a return to savagery. But unlike the more prejudiced bystanders, he made no outward sign of his displeasure. Instead he glanced out the window, for a moment catching the vista of a sprawling city off in the distance, divided by a stretch of a wide river crisscrossed by innumerable bridges. One much different than the place he called home.

Looking at the towering spires so far away, Tor thought only one thing: Fitting. The opulent colony he witnessed was home to millions of Terrans, humans, and Vipers, along with a handful of lucky Tau who pleased their new masters. It was the sight where a Fusion Lance struck forty years ago, murdering a city full of civilians rather than the warships defending this world. Ten million lives ended due to a Kor'El making a lucky call, buying a couple more minutes of life before an Elerium projector vaporized his ship. The occupiers named their new colony Forlorn Grief as some kind of apology, making the effort despite knowing it didn't matter.

His bitter teacher so many years ago insisted these barbarians spared the Tau from cleansing solely to enslave them, exempting only the near mythical Aun caste, the Ethereals. When the purges were complete only a handful of Ethereals still lived, hiding away in resistance cells and vowing to drive out the Gue'la, delivering propaganda that proclaimed the light of the Greater Good would win out in the end. The teacher was quite adamant to his class of wide eyed pupils on the subject, optimistic that this occupation by a lesser race was just a temporary phase.

In Tor's humble opinion? "Looks like it."

Had the Tau Empire not tried to subvert a new race hours after discovering them, Tor supposed he would be a bureaucrat of some kind, perhaps a Fio's assistant, or even an Aun's if he were lucky. Instead he was a second class citizen on his own planet, the Empire his forebears built torn down in just three years, and subsequently repurposed into a springboard for the Terrans to expand into this galaxy. But who was he to tell the wise and virtually extinct Ethereals what to do?

And now look where we are, he thought. Their vaunted war machine, their advanced technology, their high culture, all of it was smashed during the War of Mont'ka. And in the aftermath, the invaders decided to remake the Tau in their own image. Some aspects of their culture would survive, but their identity was to be dissolved into the overall gestalt of the Terran Federation.

When the tram prowled to a stop, Tor frowned while he exited alongside the passengers, going into a much different city district than his home. Was he actually bitter over their defeat, or was it just his education? He was born long after the war ended, three generations in fact. Not many Tau from before the war were still alive, even fewer were adults back in that supposed golden age he never knew. An age where one had to give up everything they had, show the obligatory respect to their superiors, and may the nonexistent gods save the poor fool who stepped out of line. His teacher always spoke so fondly of those times, all for the Greater Good.

In the end he sighed yet again, leaving the station to take a left. The sidewalks here were newer, and unlike his home district, Tau were a noticeable minority here. While the overall filth level was roughly the same as the rest of the city (clean but not shining), this place seemed more gentrified. Humans and Terrans called this area home, coexisting with wealthier Tau and the uncommon Viper.

Tor could feel eyes on him while he traversed the place, but nobody said anything. At least not aloud. Bunching up his overcoat, he checked a street sign displaying a clock and noted he was still on schedule. Buses and cars zoomed along the street just a body's length away, a far greater concentration than normal for most of the city. He glanced at the tall spires of a sizable bridge, so close to his destination, and wondered if the authorities were vetting traffic there was well. The sheer volume made him doubt that possibility however. Upon remembering a news blurb he saw a couple weeks back, he mused there was likely a small starship grade sensor network to check traffic instead. All things to keep the Tau in line, a train of thought that made him snort.

What did it matter if his kind lost the war? Things happened, as simple as that. He could either dwell on that stolen age, or he could do something with the here and now. Gazing up to a towering hotel, Tor went with the latter option, as he had for his entire life.

The Xian-Brokker Hotel was the name of this building, the largest of its company in Tau space so he was told. Being located just off the main bridge meant it was the first stop for many tourists (including those from off-world) while being able to exploit cheap labor in the form of Tau. Instead of going through the main lobby, he circled the building towards an employee entrance, well out of sight of the watchful humans. His ID granted him entrance to the building, separating the chill outdoors with the stale chill inside. Rote memory took his hooves from the entrance to the locker room, to prepare for his next shift.

The place was empty now to his quiet surprise; Tor made it a habit to be early (figuring he could impress someone higher up on the food chain this way), but it was rare that he was the first to arrive for his shift. Huffing in wry amusement, he made his way to his locker.

Tor was first to arrive, but that lead lasted only minutes. Just as he took off his jacket, the locker door banged open with an echoey crash; gazing over, Tor blinked, then grinned.

"Hey Mii." he called out.

His coworker and unlikely friend halted at the entrance, sending a beady eyed glare at him. "Tor."

Mii'vol was the name of a squat Fio, half a head shorter than Tor and twice as thick. Forever dour, his counterpart complained endlessly at anything imaginable, offering countless brilliant solutions which would fix everything if he was given the chance. He was also punctual to a fault, only ever missing work when he was sick, and could handle the workload of three men with ease. The short Tau was a hell of a cook to boot, even though he detested making food for his coworkers.

Glowering as he went to the locker next to his, Tor sent a smile towards Mii. "You okay?"

Mii shot him a fresh look. "No, I'm not okay Tor. I'm late."

"Checkpoint trouble?" he quizzed, smiling even as Mii peeled off his very thick jacket.

"Of course not, I accommodated my schedule for that setback." the Fio snapped in a gravely tone. "No, my car refused to start. That cheap battery gave out on me."

Planting his wallet in the locker, Tor hummed. "Didn't you buy that thing two years ago? I don't think those hydrogen cells are meant to last that long."

"Its a marketing gimmick, those batteries were built for frontier trailblazing. They can go for a while if you tend them right." Mii paused to shoot him another glare, even though he didn't react. "How did you get here so early?"

"Left twenty minutes earlier than usual, and I only just got here like two minutes ago." he defended, digging around for his necklace. Once he found it, Tor inserted his ID card into the clear thin case, and looped the setup around his neck.

Again the door busted open, this time revealing a pair of new arrivals: Hol'ki, an attractive female Por, and Amberley, one of the few humans on the staff.

Many Tau had trouble distinguishing humans from Terrans, but he knew what to look for on the dusky skinned female. Although height was the usual factor if he was being honest.

"Hi boys." Hol'ki greeted tiredly, yawning a mere second later. Amberley didn't even say that much, the two women meandering towards their lockers with little in the way of enthusiasm.

For a moment Tor considered dropping his pants and laughing, as he had since he first met his female coworkers. And every time, he resisted the impulse; everybody else working here would beat him to a bloody pulp, the police would be called, a puffed up speciest fool would raise a mob to lynch him, and he'd lose his job. The last condition was a dealbreaker as far as he was concerned.
 
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