Routine

November 14, 2007

Xenet 71.43.1 System Msg

TTY31201.11.14

Network Connection Enabled
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I'm Stuck in a foxhole in the blood covered ground on a planet that I can't even remember the name of. All I know is my target, a crude marking on my map to point me in the right direction. High command sends me where they need me, no questions asked. General Creelig always jokes with me, saying he'd kill me if I ever fail a mission or worse, station me at the Landing Zone on Foreas. We both know I'd be dead if I ever failed.

The sun drops behind the edge of the world as I vigilantly move out of my foxhole. I can see mayhem in the distance around me, but I can ignore it for now. I press forward avoiding any unnecessary confrontations. As I climb over a muddy hill, I look up, and see my goal.

Base walls loom over me with Thrax on top, watching for a large attack coming their way to try and take their territory away. Unfortunately, they did not expect me. I sling my Cannon over my shoulder as the Bane artillery notices me and opens fire. The odds are on my side today, I can only see 3 Striders. Everything suddenly becomes routine.

-The Niichts