Resistance: Sanctuary in SRPA III

SRPA III
July 19th, 1951
10:00 A.M.

As the daylight had hit John's eyes, he had awoken from a deep slumber. Tibleam, his family, is next to him, still snoring away in the broad daytime. John got up, wearing his boxers, slipped on a pair of his moccasins, and headed to the nearby bathroom to get his shaving cream and shaver. It was cold, as all SRPA bases are, but the bases are packed with accommodations of hot water, and John was determined to get his share. He started to stroll down an empty, industrial-like hallway, lighted with bulbs a few feet away from each other. Once he reached the base's communal showers, he walked inside, ready for the hot water to invite him.

Tibleam soon got up herself, dressed up in her uniform, and headed up an elevator to the Administrations and Command Deck, and walked towards her office for some... Suffice to say, 'thinking time'... Which is used about John, no damn doubt, and on whether or not they should stick together throughout this hell. She spoke silently so that way no passing soldier would notice her talking to herself.

Fifteen minutes later.

Once John had finished his shower time, he went back into his room to dress back in his Ranger uniform. Since all SRPA bases were sent commands from Central Command to be armed, John armed himself with his M5A2 Folsom Carbine and a High Explosive .44 Calibre Magnum, along with two sets of remote detonated explosive rounds in a cross-cargo holster. He went up Elevator 2 to Administrations for getting himself something to eat. He needed some nourishment, as he felt quite starving. The past mission had drained him of his energy, so he went over to the base's mess hall for lunch. However, the line was quite long—around 35 or so people were waiting for their food, which for today was the usual Sloppy Joe, steak, mashed potato, chicken, and coffee combo.

Once John (Finally) got his lunch, he sat down at an empty table, enjoying the peace. At 3 minutes in, Tibleam also came in at the table, sitting down and having a full tray as well. She wanted to converse with John quickly. "Hey. Listen, I want to tell you something. Come to my office when we're done."

3 minutes later.

John came into Tibleam's office, sitting down quickly. She spoke first. "Listen, John. I know this may seem quite crazy to you, but I am being honest here... I want a child with you. I don't know why, but I want one... Again, crazy, I know, but it's true." John was wide-eyed. He spoke rather incredulously. "...Wait a minute, what? That means you'll be out for 9 months! I know that you said it's crazy, but to me it sounds stupid. What if a British commander court-martials you for absence?" Tibleam chuckled. "Don't worry about that, John. I'll have Skorn, my second-in-command, to run SRPA III for the time. Besides, I do also want a marriage myself... That is, if you wouldn't mind." John blinked. "Oh, no, of course not! But... What of SRPA's rule against it?" Tibleam looked down for a second. "I can bend that for us. So, don't worry about it. Now, you're dismissed." John got up, and bowed. "Thank you, ma'am. I'll send word for you when I'm set for our wedding."

And with that, he feels quite better for his love with Tibleam. Her saying a wedding? Sounds crazy. But, it's being done, and John is looking forward to it.