Low Orbit, Maradisaè I, Moon, 3rd of March 2119.
UNS Adjudicator, Brig, Captain Wells's Cell.
Time, 19:04
Commander Elysium Knight
The Commander woke with a start. The first thing he registered was pain. Sharp and piercing in his head. He reached up groggily with one hand, he felt a large lump along with a lot of dried blood.
It took him a few seconds to realise where he was. He was lying in a bed wearing nothing but a medical gown. He looked around. All he could see was the drapes around his bed. And his bedside table, upon which rested two things : his uniform, and a get-well-soon card.
He swung his feet out with a groan, and stood up. He felt sore. He gingerly slid into his uniform.
Once it was on, he checked if it was complete. It was. Only then did he pick up the card.
It was a traditionnal card, one you could have gotten in any card store on any planet in the UN. The medical ward kept a few for soldiers so they could send them to injured comrades. He didn't know who would send one for him. Mabye his Company...? No... they would never be as soft... He was out of ideas, so he let it be and opened his curtains.
The first thing he saw was the white ward walls.
"Sir, you can't be out here!" exclaimed a female voice beside him.
He turned to see a young nurse. She was very flustered, she seemed to stammer every single word she said.
"Sir! I can't let you go yet! You have had major head trauma!"
"I've had worse. Now let me through."
"Sir, I have to make sure you're ready for duty before letting you go with such a serious injury."
"It's just a scratch." insisted Elysium, "Now please move."
"I can't..."
Elysium didn't wait for an explanation, but pushed right past her. She fell to the floor next to him with a cry of pain. He ignored her and continued walking.
He turned back, "I ain't lettin' those..." unable to find an adequate inult, he just gestured sharply in the air, "get away."
She looked at him, panicking.
He made his way through the straight metal corridors of the Adjudicator. He had formed a, rather rash, two step plan. First he went to his quaters to pick up his equippment. A rifle, his sidearm, his armor, his backpack. Second, he headed to the Planetary Assault Deck, known amongst the military as the PAD.
The PAD was a large room filled with airlocks. On the other side of those airlocks were pods : Atmospheric Drop Systems. He entered one of these airlocks and began suiting up.
First he put on the G-resistant jumpsuit, like those worn by fighter pilots. Afterwards he attached his breath mask to his face and connected the tubes to his rebreather on his armor, which he then put on. He strapped his pack full of ammo, grenades, survival equippment and infiltration stuffs into the ADS.
He had just finished his checks when a trio of figures came rushing in. They zeroed in on his pod immediatly and approached at a run.
The lead one, which he recognised as Admiral Thraile, dashed over to the intercom. He activated it.
"Elysium! What are you doing?!!"
"I am not letting those sons o' bitches get away!"
He began to enter the pod, stapping himself into it's depths.
"Commander Knight! I order you to stay on board!"
The Commander looked up at him, a deadly look in his eye that almost matched his black thoughts. He gave a grim smile.
"I'll be back." he said.
He crossed his arms over his chest. Immediatly detecting the signal, the ADS closed it's hatch and shot him out into space.
The last thing he saw was Thraile's face rapidly shrinking away until all he could see was the dark cluster of UNSF ships.
With a burst of RCS, his pod shifted around until it faced the planet. Then with a burst of it's dual stage 4-grid electrostatic ion engines, it shot him towards the planet.