Days blend into each other as she hasnt seen sunlight since she was dropped off on the transport.
New model rifles are well worn. Uniform is tired, so are the boots.
Everything is dusty, a certain crunch and grind under the boot everywhere they go.
Orders are few and far between. Just pace it out and wait for relief.
Beds are basic, shower is cold. Same flavour of nutrigel every day.
The young combatant is not all that new to Mallera-9, 24 years old and halfway through her second contract.
She thinks she will do a third.
Too much of her identity is sunk into the uniform. She cant even imagine herself out of it.
Chris Gutz
2025-08-20 15:27:48 +0000 UTC