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Protocol	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1993 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[Glossary]
Loka- Five Minutes
Mitka- Half Hour
Zenka- Hour
Fasch- Mile
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James sighed as his alarm buzzed in his ear. He shut the annoying thing off and closed his eyes again and tried to get an extra ten minutes of sleep.

“Doctor Sullivan your ship leaves in a Zenka. You need to cleanse yourself and pack and refresh your supplies. Please get up.” A smooth female voice filled the room and he growled deep in his chest. He hated shipboard computers. A ‘helpful’ someone must have uploaded his schedule and now the damn thing wouldn’t shut up until he got up and started to get ready. He rolled out of bed muttering curses and headed for the bathroom.

He walked out a Mitka later and began grabbing his few belongings and throwing them into his bag. He checked over his supplies before packing them away, making a mental list of all the things he needed to pick up from the ships clinic.

Someone knocked on his door. He had a guess as to who it was but asked anyway, “Who is it?”

“Jonathon Seward.” The computer replied. He nodded, “Come in.” the door slid open and Johnny walked in. “Morning.” he said, his usual exuberance was dampened but his grip was as strong as ever when he wrapped his arms around James’ waist and hugged him tightly. James held him close and sighed, he had been hoping they would’ve had more private time but Koyra were stepping up their attacks and troop mobilizations. Private time was a treasured thing that none seemed to get without sacrificing a limb or suffering a serious poisoning in return.

The Koyra were a race from one of the neighboring planets, two generations into this war and they still didn’t know which one. No one knew for certain how the war started, sure there were the usual myths but so far James was yet to meet anyone that had any concrete evidence to back up their theory. All agreed though that the Koyra were the ones who started it. Whether it was a vicious attack on a merchant transport or the slaughter of a peaceful agents sent to open negotiations James was certain no one cared.

“I heard the new captain and grunt came in last night or earlier this morning. No one’s seen either of them though.” Johnny whispered. James let a small smile touch his lips, Johnny could weasel gossip out of anyone. He lightly kissed the top of his head, “I know your curiosity will drive you mad if you don’t see them soon.” He said holding him a little tighter for a moment, “I need to refresh my supplies and then we can go to the launch area.” He smiled again when Johnny lifted his head and kissed his cheek. Then the two broke apart and went to the clinic to pick up James’ supplies.

Brian was slouched against a wall with his arms crossed, his baleful gaze daring any to approach him. James and Johnny walked right up to him.

“So, do we know anything about them yet?” Johnny asked hopefully. Brian shook his head, “They won’t tell me anything. He’s probably fresh outta school, no field experience whatsoever. He’ll probably kill us all in a day.” He said pessimistically.

“I’ll certainly try not to.” Said a soft almost hoarse voice from their left. Instinctively all three straightened to attention. The man waved their salutes off, “I’m too tired to stand on ceremony.” He said. James looked him over with a critical eye.

His exhaustion was showing, but only in the dark circles under his eyes. His eyes were a light hazel that wasn’t common for their race, though with his sapphire stare he had no room to talk. The Api were a brown people. Brown skinned, brown haired, and brown eyed with a little deviation in the tones. Occasionally a hazel or black eye color was seen but those were rare and far between. James had gotten his bright eyes from his sire; he had not been conceived willingly.

Aside from his bright eyes everything else about the captain was normal; his dark brown hair was cropped short and seemed to accent his high cheek bones. Even with the light body armor and suit on his movements were graceful and James could easily sense his commanding aura. He was used to giving orders. He felt Brian bristle next to him when he came to the same conclusion and mentally groaned. He was not in the mood to be moderator between these two.

Everything about him was typical of a top graduate from command school save for one thing: He had a guard with him. James looked the soldiers over, they looked extremely unhappy. Again he groaned mentally. If this guy was anything like Jacobi this wasn’t going to last long and it wasn’t going to end well.

The captain turned to the soldiers, “Dismissed.” He said lightly, the soldiers didn’t waste time and scattered to the four winds before the last syllable was out of his mouth. In the now empty space a smallish figure stood. Once the soldiers were gone he edged more behind the captain; he kept his head down but there was no mistaking that black hair. Brian growled and James took an impulsive step forward putting himself between the Koyra and Johnny. The Koyra looked up and his glowing emerald eyes met James’ cold sapphire for only a second before he dropped his gaze again and hid more behind the captain. James growled low in his throat and felt his lip curl up in a snarl, now he knew why the soldiers were quick to leave. He was itching to shoot the damn thing himself. The captain watched them, his gaze unreadable.

“What is that thing doing on this ship?” Brian hissed. James saw the figure wince and again his gemstone eyes met his and again and this time he didn’t look away. His eyes held defiance mingled with weariness. The circles under his eyes were more pronounced with his snowy pallor, he looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks.

“This is Zackary, Zack, Baker. He has been assigned, with me, to your squad.” The captain’s voice was completely unruffled given their reactions and James grudgingly admitted he was a little impressed.

“They’ve sent a Koyra to fill us in? They do want us dead don’t they? Tell me, am I going to die on the way to the quadrant or after we get there?” Brian snarled. The captain rubbed his temple, “If I say after we get there will you let me sleep until then?”

James blinked and reevaluated their new leader with a small smile. There was a chance this match up wouldn’t be a complete failure.

“Captain, what do we call you?” Johnny asked quickly before Brian could really rip into him. The man blinked and the Koyra whispered something to him, but even with his acute hearing James heard nothing.

“Sorry, my name’s Mathew Sanders. Call me Matt.” He said, James saw him stifle a yawn but the Koyra stayed at a rigid alertness.

“Captain Matt…” James started, but the captain shook his head, “Just Matt. Rank only matters when people care.” He said. Again his opinion of the new captain rose. He nodded in understanding, “The ship is ready.” He said. Matt gave him a small smile and nodded. James tugged hard on Brian’s suit and the strategist grumbled but turned and headed into the airlock. He made sure Johnny went in front of him; he didn’t trust the Koyra behind him.

The Spitfire was a small transport ship, nothing like the spacious Star Destroyer. Most of the room in the ship was taken up with sleeping chambers, places where passengers and crew were kept during interstellar flights. They were hibernation chambers that, Jimmy thought, were modeled after the burial pods. They were tight and close and they filled with a sub-zero liquid that helped to further suspend bodily functions and also acted as a cushion in the event of a rough flight or emergency landing.

Honestly James hated long flights. They were a pain in the ass for medics, especially when sleep chambers were involved. He had to link up everyone’s vitals to his chamber and then make sure everyone was placed correctly in their chamber and hook up their breathing apparatus and all sorts of other machines and tubes that regulated body functions and what not while they were deep in sleep.

The worst part about the sleep chambers was waking up, everyone was put in naked, no exceptions. The results of wearing anything close to the skin could be disastrous. When the flight ended and everyone was woken up they had to warm themselves up. It took the average soldier Zenka to regain enough mobility in their fingers and limbs to get dressed. So until you could move again you were stuck giving everyone a once over.

He started with Brian so he could end his angry mumbling and once he was asleep and sealed safely in his chamber he did Johnny. The little scout was a touch claustrophobic so Jimmy put him well on his way into sleep before he closed the hatch. He wouldn’t wake him until the hatch was up again.

If he was honest with himself he would admit that he was stalling because he really didn’t want to be anywhere near that Koyra, much less ensuring his survival by securing him in the sleeping chamber. But when he finally finished with Johnny he saw Matt already halfway done with him.

“What are you doing?” he demanded. Only those in the medical field were allowed to secure people in the sleeping chambers. Much as he didn’t want to touch the Koyra there were safety protocols in place for a reason.
Without pausing in his actions Matt answered, “I don’t trust you.” He said simply. James stared at him completely dumbfounded. After a moment his brain started again and his anger flared, “What the hell do you mean?”

Matt looked at him with unreadable eyes, “I mean. I don’t trust you not to kill him.” He said the words slowly and James’ anger grew. “I am a registered medical professional, not only have I taken an oath to never hurt any of those under my care I’m the only person on the ship that has clearance to secure beings in the sleeping chambers.” He growled. Matt stayed unflustered, “I’ve met some that will make an exception with their oath when one of those under their care is a Koyra.” He said quietly. The Koyra shifted restlessly as he fell deeper into sleep with their tense voices around him. Matt whispered to him in a strange musical language and the Koyra’s stirring stilled and he drifted off into sleep peacefully.

Matt closed the hatch gently and handed James the link up card. James snatched it from him and looked over the Koyra; he hated to admit that the hook up had been done correctly. He snuck a glance at Matt but he was already fitting himself into his own chamber. James sighed and walked over to him and helped him hook up. Once he was asleep he checked the pilots, their chambers were slightly different. They were made so they could be woken up and functional in a hurry; the technology though was touchy, since they didn’t use the freezing liquid they were more likely to have something go wrong. He checked them carefully and monitored both of them for a Loka before checking the log to see how long he would be stuck in near suspended animation. He sighed and got into his own chamber and carefully hooked himself up and fell into a freezing sleep.

A/N: Fun stuff starts in the next chapter, not that we haven’t been having a blast thus far =D
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