Life as a Recruit

December 18, 2007

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It wasn’t a choice. It wasn’t easy to get over. Earth.. it’s gone, forever.

“We didn’t even see it coming,” my friend said.

I waited for a year in the AFS Headquarters for deployment to Boot Camp. My friend was already gone, she was deployed on first sight. But today was different, because finally, after a year of waiting, an AFS commander came into my room I was staying in, asking for ID Number 07-411. I stood up. That was my call for duty. I followed him, with my security card and dog tags, and my manuals, and went into the Deployment Room. There, I was shipped, with only a pistol, and 200 bullets, and then went to Boot Camp.

Here I am, I thought. Boot Camp, the most hellish place on the planet, or so I thought. I reported in to the Commander, and after a few “check-up” procedures, he gave me a rifle and some ammo, and told me to kill the attacking Bane. I was lucky to have survived, since I had a squad of highly trained professionals with me. After that, I was told to go to the Landing Pad and go to the Wilderness, to Alia Das. So, I did, and reported in to the first person to meet me at the Landing Pad at Alia Das. Here I am, at Alia Das now, so I reported in to Commander Rogers. After a few missions, and a few good cans of whoop-ass opened, I was promoted. I am no longer a Recruit. That was life as a Recruit. Very hellish.

My name is Jebus, and I am part of the Allied Free Sentients, or the AFS. I serve and protect mankind.

-Jebus Ewine, Specialist