1st Lieutenant Raymond Crawford, alias Justice Ray, was worried. This was normal- the natural state of a Space Corps pilot was anxiety, given the average survival rate of a Space Corps operation. He glared at his fellow pilots through his featureless visor as he passed them in the hallway. Where was the discipline? How much training did these guys have? Checking his map, he took a left, then a right. According to the red-haired guy in the mask, Ray would be able to meet his CO here. He pulled upen the door.

[color=f26522]"Lt. Crawford, reporting. I'm looking for Commander Sandman?"[/color]

Ray strolled into the pool brandishing a small electronic tablet, scanning the room for his purple-haired superior officer. Christ, what a clown. Who did this guy think he was, anyway, giving those cheesy speeches and waving that goofy cane of his around? Was there a single person stationed on this base who could take things [i]seriously[/i]?

Ray walked up to Sandman, saluting before holding out the tablet for his CO to take.

[color=f26522]"It's about the seismic activity two weeks ago. Apparently, between that and the terraforming project, it's opened up some kind of sinkhole or grotto in the southwestern hemisphere. It's all there on the tablet, if you'd like to take a look. Now, according to your assistant, er..."[/color], Ray stopped for a moment. What was that guy's name, again? Crow? Corvid? He'd have to ask one of the maids later.

Ray shook his head and continued, [color=f26522]"Well, according to your assistant- and to tell you the truth, I've been feeling this too..."[/color], Ray looked up at Sandman, [color=f26522]"Something's woken up down there, sir. Some kind of suspended animation, it looks like. And whatever it is, it's something big enough and [i]mean[/i] enough to survive being buried under a million tons of ice and rock for hundreds of years and [i]survive[/i]. I was ordered to ask your thoughts on the subject."[/color]