A short story I have been working on. Might be confusing. Enjoy.
Stardate 08102413 - Saris assigns 26-year old Alexander Rain as Head of Security on board Saris's newest research facility, codenamed SERTANI 6. The rest of this data is classified, yeah yeah, blah blah. That was the description of me in an email I found in the Captain's computer. Why was I in the Captain's computer, you may ask? Well, we'll get there later. Let's start at the beginning.
The shuttle docked with the station flawlessly, the suction of the airlock on the ship meeting with the airlock of the station and the engines powering down being the only audible sound. Sertani, eh? I thought to myself that NanoTrasen selling me to Saris was a crime, but when I realised that Saris had assigned me as their Head of Security, I felt much better. Saris was paying me extremely well, too, at $500,000 a year, plus all living expenses paid for by the company. Not only that, but I was able to get the latest in security gear and equipment, totally free.
As I stepped off of the shuttle, I put on my newly-issued pair of Saris HUDGlasses, sunglasses that not only prevented you from being blinded by a flash, but also brought real time information based on a person's notoriety to the user. I expected my vision to be flooded with stats, but I got nothing. The station was as quiet as a tomb, and this is when I realised why Saris was so incredibly wealthy: They had a very little employee population. I kept in touch with Saris CEO's, codenames Serverus and Mivereous, their real names were classified. They seemed quite nice and friendly, and I was glad to be working for Saris, and not that bull**** NanoTrasen anymore.
My jackboots on the other hand, were not new, and they were the exact same ones I had from when I was a Customs Officer at NanoTrasen 13, except Saris had made me scrape off the "NT" on the inner side of them, otherwise, they were just my old boots, except that they barely echoed on the station's floor. I opened my PDA, and selected the "Maps" tab. Instantly, I was greeted with a colorful rendition of the station, and I instantly found my Office. I started down the barren hallway, until I got to the standard red door of security. Back in December of 2004, the International Space Agency laid down rules about space stations, and door colors based on departments was one of those rules, Red for security, yellow for engineering, etc.
I walked through the lobby, which was barren except for the Security desk, which had an officer sitting behind it, reading a magazine that had the 2113 Ferrari Venaro on the cover. The officer was well groomed, a perfectly styled hairdo, and a clean shave. The only flaw I saw with him was a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. I had never smoked a cigarette, and vowed never to. The only time I had ever smoked anything was a Cohiba Robusto Premium Cigar, at the meeting with NanoTrasen, in which they insisted I did so.
I cleared my throat, and totally surprised the officer. I apologized, and introduced myself as Alex. He said he was Jason, and by the way he said that, I could instantly tell he was tired. I told him I was the HoS, and he saluted me. The words from my mouth saying he could go get some rest were like fresh, rejuvenating fruits for him. He thanked me, said it was a pleasure meeting me, and went off to bed. After all, it WAS 11 in the evening. I headed through the main security room, to my office. I entered, and immediately fell in love. It was spacious, almost as spacious as one of my college classrooms, although my classrooms did not have the view. The view was fantastic. Planets, moons, stars, all right outside my 6-inch thick bulletproof window. I sat down in my chair, which was so incredibly comfortable, I just knew I would be sleeping here some nights. I decided to hit it too. I walked over to my privacy shutters, pressed the button, and pressed another button with a small moon on it. Instantly, my desk and chairs were transformed into a king-size bed, complete with my own pillow that NanoTrasen must have had the kindness to ship them over here (Either that or Saris paid them to do it). I knew this was the work of our Research Division’s BLUESPACE project, so I made a mental note to thank them later. I changed into my pajamas, which were fitted and sized perfectly, even if it just was a t shirt and plaid pajama pants, they felt like ones I wore as a teen. I climbed into my bed, eyed the stars one last time, and closed my eyes.