Stormtrooper
Feb 28th, 2009, 05:08:24 PM
1 Month Ago...
A lot of blue, and lively land, that was Druckenwell. Corporate sectors sprawl the little soil that was on the planet, and bundled everybody onto the tiny plots of the world. It was overpopulated. Everything was in progress, and distress. Each block was lost in a maze of transit, commoners, sky-scraping buildings, and smells. Very pungent smells that the Stormtrooper's helmets were happy to fend off. The small squad was heading to SGI System, Inc.
There was a job to be done.
For the most part, it was between the four. No one spoke. The city was certainly loud enough for all four of them. All the clunk, clank, bang and thud of feet, bodies, ships, distant factories and blasting speeders described their emotions well enough. One at the head, the most soundless since they went planet side was Anii, or 222 for the Legion. She was the only she in the squad, the regiment, the legion, the corp. She had it hard. Each day there was a reason for doubt. Why'd she even go out of her way to join the Corp? What made her feel that she was qualified? Why deal with the countless insults, harassment, and banter?
Even as she walked, hidden behind that mask, that suit, and all that white, her mind was black with reflection. A year had passed since she had graduated. It was a month until her papers finally got to where she was stationed. They always did little things like that to her. Anii had graduated as one of the top tier. For some reason, they wouldn't deny her skill. Everything about her was unprecedented, and it was that which drove her. A father lost to the war, as one of the first few non-clones to fight, she had so much to prove.
Everyday she had a chip on her shoulder.
She would use that when she got there.
"Two blocks ahead, 222. Keep those pretty eyes alive."
Anii didn't respond with words, just a grunt. Asshole...
A lot of blue, and lively land, that was Druckenwell. Corporate sectors sprawl the little soil that was on the planet, and bundled everybody onto the tiny plots of the world. It was overpopulated. Everything was in progress, and distress. Each block was lost in a maze of transit, commoners, sky-scraping buildings, and smells. Very pungent smells that the Stormtrooper's helmets were happy to fend off. The small squad was heading to SGI System, Inc.
There was a job to be done.
For the most part, it was between the four. No one spoke. The city was certainly loud enough for all four of them. All the clunk, clank, bang and thud of feet, bodies, ships, distant factories and blasting speeders described their emotions well enough. One at the head, the most soundless since they went planet side was Anii, or 222 for the Legion. She was the only she in the squad, the regiment, the legion, the corp. She had it hard. Each day there was a reason for doubt. Why'd she even go out of her way to join the Corp? What made her feel that she was qualified? Why deal with the countless insults, harassment, and banter?
Even as she walked, hidden behind that mask, that suit, and all that white, her mind was black with reflection. A year had passed since she had graduated. It was a month until her papers finally got to where she was stationed. They always did little things like that to her. Anii had graduated as one of the top tier. For some reason, they wouldn't deny her skill. Everything about her was unprecedented, and it was that which drove her. A father lost to the war, as one of the first few non-clones to fight, she had so much to prove.
Everyday she had a chip on her shoulder.
She would use that when she got there.
"Two blocks ahead, 222. Keep those pretty eyes alive."
Anii didn't respond with words, just a grunt. Asshole...