Author�s Notes: Uuh... Please excuse the overly long disclaimer. I seem to be having problems with them lately. The treaty I signed with them at the beginning must be wearing off. But, on to the fic notes!
This fic is slightly different in the respect that it�s all conversation. All of it. No description in it anywhere. It�s kinda like a play, I guess, even though I hate those, but even play�s have descriptions in them. And each line of conversation doesn�t have a person assigned to it. You have to figure out who�s saying what from what�s being said. Oh, don�t look at me that way, it�s not as hard as it sounds. The only thing you have to know is it�s all being said on one of the Deep Eyes� random missions over the comm units in their helmets. And it goes from there. Have fun!
Warning: Slight, very sight cussing. And, um, Neil rules? ::glomps her Neil::
"Neil! Will you just shut up?!"
"Oh, come on babe. You know you love it."
"I�m trying to work here. More than I can say of you..."
"Hey! I�m working! Hard, in fact."
"Fleming! Proudfoot! Comms are not used for socializing!"
"Yes, sir."
"Aye, aye mon capitaine."
"Fleming!"
"...Yes, sir."
"......."
"......."
"......."
"......."
"...I�m bored."
"We�re in the middle of a mission, Neil."
"So?"
"So?! Don�t �so� me, you stupid little prick!"
"Stupid?! Jane, babe, I happen to have the highest IQ outta all you suckers. No offence, Serge."
"Heh. None taken."
"But you got the little prick part down."
"Arg... One day, Neil, one day-"
"That�s enough, people! Look alive!"
"Yes, sir." "Yes, sir." "Yes, sir."
"......."
"...That�s it! I can�t take it anymore! I�m dying from boredom. Jane, come on over here and give me a little �mouth to mouth�. I think I need resuscitating."
"NEIL!"
"Fleming, say one more word and it�s to the brig with you!"
"Ye-uh..."
"Just say it, Neil."
"Yes, sir."
"......."
"......."
"......."
"Sir-"
"Neil, what did I tell you?"
"But, sir-"
"No, buts mister!"
"I just wanna-"
"Fleming."
"Watch out Cap. You�re starting to sound like my mother."
"You stay out of this, Ryan."
"The Serge is right, though, Captain."
"And you too, Jane!"
"No, sir, really-"
"I have had it up to here with your insubordination, Neil."
"But, sir-"
"Hehe. I don�t think he�s gonna stop anytime soon, Cap."
"What is your problem today, soldier?"
"Well, sir, if you�ll let me expla-"
"Put �em in the brig, sir. I think he deserves it."
"Now, Jane. You�re not helping our comrade�s predicament any."
"That�s the whole point, Serge."
"Will you people just shut up for a minute and LET ME TALK?!"
"......."
"......."
"......."
"Go ahead, Fleming."
"Not like any of you care what I have to say, even though I am a genius."
"Neil-"
"Ooooh, noooo. Don�t listen to the one who actually has a thought worth giving a damn."
"Neil-"
"You guys just keep on talking, and talking, and talking and you never get anywhere. Now, I, on the other hand, have conversations that actually have merit. When I open my mouth, you know something good�s gonna come out. It�s gonna have value. If people just listened to me more often, the world would be a better place."
"Fleming!"
"Now, some of these people nowadays, woo-wee buddy. I�m not quite sure... Oh, sir, you want something?"
"What were you going to tell us?!"
"Oh. Oh! That. Phantoms coming in from the east, sir."
"......."
"......."
"......."
"Why didn�t you tell us that earlier?!"
"Shit! Jane, take point. I want to know the second you get a phantom sighting. Ryan, take the rear. Come on, people, move! We�ve got phantoms to kill!"
"See, we wouldn�t be having this problem if you had just listening to me in the first place. But, noooo, don�t listen to the smart one. They never listen to the smart one."
"Neil?"
"Yes, Jane, sweetheart?"
"Shut up!"