Broken hunger
You open your eyes in total confusion trying to remember where in hell you are after this nightmare; while the beeping of your intercom is giving you a headache.
You have survived against all odds. And now, It seems, you can't even enjoy a flipping day off. You open the channel:
"Lieutenant, Lieutenant!! Fuck You, Silverman. Grab your damn com link." The fierce voice of your Captain thunders through the console, in this damn tiny bedroom
Your family and clan couldn't stop saying: "Join the Army, You will obtain the nobility status soon". Anything is better than the backwater planet you called home for twenty years; still half asleep, as today was supposed to be your first free day in months.
Still, here you are, five years enlisted and you are already a lieutenant who has survived five major battles and prideful hunted the heads of 14th War Lords.
Only thinking about the feasting all the squad had on your last rival carcasses made your mouth watering. Damn, you are so tired of eating military war rations.
You clean up your tired face with a towel and finally respond to your damn Captain.
"Yes, Captain. Ready and able even in my supposed free day in 4 months."
"Cry me a river, Silverman. The fleet is not for crybabies. Your permission is over, We had a Com from the Main Fleet control. Our scouts have found a possible intact Old Empire Star transport. And a Noble visitor has come by surprise." His tone becomes harsh, and it is clear he is not amused with the idea of a Noble messing with his affairs. Moreover, when the last mission was a fuck-up.
"Holy shit!!" Those are only coherent words you can articulate. This is not the best time to be a smart ass after the last mission when you were the only soldier standing after been five days in a cryo-chamber at the med bay. But this is Huge...
The old Empire on Earth was hundreds of years more advanced than anything nowadays. We are just savages, barbarians compared with our predecessors.
"That could be the key to guarantee the victory in this war and thousands of meat for us to gather from our enemies, that could be enough for several years." You say trying to not sound as tired as you are.
"You have one hour to prepare yourself before the Briefing. Captain out".
Shit, shit, shit. You think while rolling over your bed with your Cougar agility and speed genetic ability
You have survived against all odds. And now, It seems, you can't even enjoy a flipping day off. You open the channel:
"Lieutenant, Lieutenant!! Fuck You, Silverman. Grab your damn com link." The fierce voice of your Captain thunders through the console, in this damn tiny bedroom
Your family and clan couldn't stop saying: "Join the Army, You will obtain the nobility status soon". Anything is better than the backwater planet you called home for twenty years; still half asleep, as today was supposed to be your first free day in months.
Still, here you are, five years enlisted and you are already a lieutenant who has survived five major battles and prideful hunted the heads of 14th War Lords.
Only thinking about the feasting all the squad had on your last rival carcasses made your mouth watering. Damn, you are so tired of eating military war rations.
You clean up your tired face with a towel and finally respond to your damn Captain.
"Yes, Captain. Ready and able even in my supposed free day in 4 months."
"Cry me a river, Silverman. The fleet is not for crybabies. Your permission is over, We had a Com from the Main Fleet control. Our scouts have found a possible intact Old Empire Star transport. And a Noble visitor has come by surprise." His tone becomes harsh, and it is clear he is not amused with the idea of a Noble messing with his affairs. Moreover, when the last mission was a fuck-up.
"Holy shit!!" Those are only coherent words you can articulate. This is not the best time to be a smart ass after the last mission when you were the only soldier standing after been five days in a cryo-chamber at the med bay. But this is Huge...
The old Empire on Earth was hundreds of years more advanced than anything nowadays. We are just savages, barbarians compared with our predecessors.
"That could be the key to guarantee the victory in this war and thousands of meat for us to gather from our enemies, that could be enough for several years." You say trying to not sound as tired as you are.
"You have one hour to prepare yourself before the Briefing. Captain out".
Shit, shit, shit. You think while rolling over your bed with your Cougar agility and speed genetic ability