training, and mental troubles

where: Jacks training cargo bay
when: 3 hours before wormhole jump
who: jack of course...
Jack opened the door, he was a bit stressed, the effect of the beer
from the other night had subsided...
"If only i had killed bordinate when i had the chance" he muttered
angrily to himself as he jumped down into the training area and half
assedly (ooc: its a word!!) slashed a robot, and the wall by mistake,
setting off the laser field, Jack jumped through reflex over it, only
to hit several bars that had shot out of the wall, newly added he
noticed, which electricuted him. He fell onto the floor, slightly
singed.
"DAMMIT! AHHHH!!!" he shouted, setting off all movement sensors in
the room through the vibrations... missiles fired off, machine guns
emptied clips into opposing walls, and robot sharks in pools attacked
chunks of falling metal. Jack got up, and charged into the next
section, slashing the shark in half without even being in the right
frame of mind, his blade switched hands, he spen, throwing knives to
the opposite side of the pool, where they hit buttons to let out a
bridge. He walked across it slowly, still shouting at himself, deep
down. He knew it was all his fault, first he let the bug controlling
bordinate get away, then he let Jay beat him in a fight - that was
the worst part, Jay may have been in his EVE1, but that was no
excuse. He walked slowly through the rest of the room, trashing it
even more than he did the time before, he always did this when he was
stressed, he knew it was the only way to relieve the stress, he
deflected lasers with his sword, destroying the weapons, until
finally he'd run out of things to destroy, so he trudged off to
parrotts, still muttering to himself, he felt a flash in the back of
his mind,
--------------flash.. ahhhh, king of the impossible...----------
*alarm sirens* what? said jack, as he saw 3 guards in the distance,
he slid into some shadows, he knew he couldn't take them, he was only
18 after all... he picked up his radio, "come in john, john, do you
hear me? we got 3 hostiles at the south gate, watch yourself" he said
into it, getting only static back, he checked the frequency, battery
power, all was good... he stood there, wide eyed, in the night,
listening to the guards footsteps disappear into the distance. Jack
stepped out, and ran down to the strip, where he saw John, and 2
others standing next to a Mig29, fully loaded with fuel. He ran down
to them, "hey, 3 hostiles... south gate" he said, getting his breath
back.
"where are they now?" asked john.
jack shrugged, and john got into the cockpit of the craft, starting
it up. The guards rounded the corner just as the plane was taking
off... Jack and the others ran for the exit, and the guards began
tryiong to shoot the plane...
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"damn, it was all my fault then as well, dammit!" he shouted as he
hit sense back into himself, he walked into parrotts, sat in the
corner, and drank about 8 pints in quick seccession.
"i've got to get rid of those memories... i don't trust any of the
shrinks, but i've got to get rid of these thoughts" he shouted inside
his head, as he got up quickly and ran off to the psychiatric
department.
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ooc: ok, shrinks, if you get to post, send me off for a physical exam
as well, i have a cunning plot development here...