Life Through A Scope

January 14, 2008

Xenet 71.43.1 System Msg

TTY31201.01.14

Network Connection Enabled
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This is my first break since I got to this planet. My CO got so fed up with me never leaving the line, he actually put a gun to my head and pulled me through a portable waypoint. I don't really see the point.

I don't have any friends to visit, no family to spend time with. I don't think about my old life anymore, as far as I'm concerned, life began at the end of the wormhole.

People don't really understand what it takes to be a Sniper. Grenadiers, Spy's and Exobiologists have the heat of battle to distract them. Guardians and Medics are too concerned with the people they need to keep alive. Even the Demo's and Engineers get to stay close enough to the front to avoid the big picture. But I get to sit back and see the whole battle. I get to choose who lives and who dies, on both sides.

A few days ago I was camped outside of a Bane base. Supporting a few assault teams, providing intel reports for the pencil pushers back in Valverde, and sowing general fear in the enemy ranks. To my right, down in a small valley, an AFS squad sat behind a pile of rocks, getting ready for an assault. Not hearing the Bane hunters flanking them. But theres an officer poking his head out of the base for the first time in 6 hours. I have a clear shot to both targets. Do I help out the squad, or throw a wrench into the Bane command structure?

Everyone I see likes to talk about the old days. They like to tell themselves and each other what they're fighting for, and how their memories keep them sane. I hope it helps, I really do. I've already decided I won't survive this war.

My CO is going back to headquarters, so I can sneak back up to the line now. Better me than someone who has something to live for.

Yalezorn Amethal