Surrounding the office room, it can be described as silent, with only two people inside, with a projector lighting the dark room, air conditioning at full blast, two people standing in front of each other, a lady who was standing beside, as another person stood in front of her, in a uniform of black with an invaluable badge of gold and silver. The Abyss eats the tension as he raises his voice. A man, at ya oung mid-thirteen, his short hair is maiden well, square jaw, and blue eyes, hair of black, as he speaks.
"Right, I said it, they will be allowing for the first time the Colonial 4 Has Permitted a Press, this will be the first, and hopefully the last, just act like everything is peachy, and try to act nice to them all the time, don't let them record funny business and if so, wipe their minds before they notices.."
As she took a deep breath.
"What does my squadron have to do with this?"
He waves his head around.
"Your Squadron is of particular interest because of its affiliations with the SEU, the secret factions that we think might know about this horrible winter. Yet they don't seem to like us very much. Your squadron was a part of theirs before the SEU finally cooperated with secrets, one of your soldiers, the leader, knew a lot where don't know off, a two-faced man. He rebranded this coalition to sound like a normal formation. "
"And don't forget, your squadron is filled with people with questionable origins at best. I heard you hired an ex-slave and a convict; they allowed this, though I heard two died from that accident. Turning off the reactors on the meltdown of facility-9 was a great feat. I did not know you guys were nuclear operators. Rest in peace for that. I'm very surprised that not a lot have noticed their accomplishment."
"That's not really an answer, just rambling on?"
He smiled slightly.
"Hm, they thought that showing the mixed race would show some publicity that we have proof of the other world inhabitants and working with some sort of relationship between humans, so they can jack off to those furries freaks, ugh."
As he pulled his clothes, and dust it slightly.
"So, how's the Idea, Lyven?"
As she looks around the rooms. With Hernosel starting to feel stuffed.
"I think we can make this work. I'll make sure my squadron will not do anything stupid on camera. I'll be visiting them tonight, maybe at midnight to be exact."
As she slightly bows down
"Thanks for the information, I'll dig deeper myself.."
With him taking a briefcase from the chairs, as he handed it to her, it was black leather and felt old-fashioned.
"Take this, it is a gift from my platoon, it's a thank you from our soldiers, we will attend it as the memoria, as you noted, tomorrow afternoon. Good luck out there."
As she bowed down once more, before taking the briefcase, it was as heavy as filled luggage.
Her eyes, it was as if I was looking through the abyss, why was her eyes so dark, her pupils is very empty, I always wonder if she's a charlie, but she just say that's just how she looks, maybe I'm concern over matter that's not to me, either way, her squadron did a great job, I should let her do what's best for the Colonial 7.
An Ex-SEU….
May she be at peace.
All breathing by the caves, a lone soldier on the side of the hallways, with a gas mask and bodypacks all around the chest, as it stiffen up, but slight movement beyond the echoes, a growl of unknown wretched the caves landscapes, many parts of it, a maze like structure of old ruin as moss covers each man made structure up to the end of the cavern with the bygone Era.
Inside the cave, semi-deep within, the place is more of a ruin, an underground dungeon created for the doomsday of mankind. With the breathing heavy, the voice is ragged by the mask, but the sound of a woman inside the suit of man-made creations.
"This shity place, why would a whole city wind up here, with this filth?"
Looking beside the hallways, an entity sits above, a creature that lies tight, it scorches fire, as it screams in pain, as it internally burns without a source, its fire isn't engulfing, as its skin is charred with cracks that reveal the inner heat of the soul of hell.
It screams on and on that lowly echoes deep within, asking for help? Why would such a thing even do as it can't cry, as it's just pain, not a good way to live, and they're coming closer, they aren't this close before from the entrances.
As then, she peaks a little on the corner of the ruin halls, a suppressor on the end of the barrel,
"May you rest in pieces." With it, she pressed the triggers of the machines, and they fired with the bolting speed.
With lightning speed, it hit the scorched surface, and then, it was put off balance by one of the shots, with the last steps before falling, its internal fires combusted to a stop as its breathing flower upon the hallways, as it cries for by the pains, before the last fire stopped.
With her breathing slowly,
"Last one, I need to go back now, oh, right."
Reaching her waist, bringing a small communication device, looking at a radio with a screen, her gloves were torn as blood was on her arms bleeding in on the white digital camo, as she put the coms to her ears. With it, she speaks.
"Yeah, hello, anyways, that girl-
Have you ever thought that you would live long enough to be old?
You will die when your will dies out, when you die of old age, is more as the body have given up their existence, as each body part fails upon and another, respecting the old is nothing but excuse to make the elders looks strong and filled with knowledge, but it's just a way for coping with their startling health and a facade of hierarchy, just a sad way to say goodbye, as books and magical scroll text that can lived for hundreds of solar full turn motions, the old has no purpose, just a part of their lives of peace and final times, as winds take their bodies in soils. That time, I remember all those words, it swines and rides all over my mind, it is always stuck on who said it in my past life, as then, I will move on, until the day I fade away. And yet here I am, getting older, at least I'm a useful killing machine, doing people bidding… Is it really good to die old? I just feel like I've structured an innocent person and almost killed him. Should I deserve to live?
Should I die with them?
What did that girl do to me? My heart swings with a precise machine-like structure of meat and organs, pulsating with the rhythm of internal music. I can always hear the noise of the frying cooks of fresh meals every morning, those smells that linger throughout your childhood to the very end. I always love that taste, but the past will be and so be. I will move on and continue.
Waking up in a bed, it was nice and warm as the buzzing radiator and the cracking sound of the bed filled the tension, the rooms, vaguely dark, the glass-like windows with sliver rays of light hitting the front doors and floors, like on a low noon. It was just those sort of time, I can always hear the clocks tick on and on, the beds was much more bearable than was the floor of the cells of rows, or one of the dirt walls, where every second, I can always hear the sky cracks as those buzzing of preying sadist on the alert of such target, scouting and lingers on about, as long as the jammer work, it will instil.
But this feeling, it reminds me of that old house, that house where I wish upon the life of eternity of that house. My mind, it's aimless. Going through the black seas of memories, I should always look forward and continue.
The rooms were lightly lit by the outside with the bright light shining from under the door, and then a paper envelope was spotted on the table right beside, it was taped onto the desk, as he picked up the paper, removing the tape on it, only for it to rip on the tape. As wrote
"
The time works differently, here, as calculated by Colonial 1 catalogue test 2023/1/2: Leopard times, instead of using a 24 hour clock or 12 hour signature, this world use a 26 hours or added 2 hours, so try to sleep more and get used to be tired and thinking time move slower than usual, also after, if you want to, you can sleep until tomorrow. Also, that girl is in your room; keep an eye out. Also, she ate your food, so go to the cafeteria if you are hungry!
Sincerely, your guardian angel.
Klashar Graves
"
The writing is in the high class of those literature freaks.
The time is added to two hours, it won't probably affect the internal clock much, much less people like us who work overtime. This might be the last comfortable time before having to do much more movement, as then, I should try to rest more, but.
The ear rings on the quiet times, he stand up, the military fatigues he's wearing, a long sleeve, now, a whole was ripped as the exposed shoulder on the left, the cold sensation run through the region, as then he stand sitting beside the beds, there's is a casual shoes right beside the black boots, as someone cared to take my shoes off, this is very, very luxurious, now, I was supposed to be sent to war, I thought maybe I moved to the sahara fighting men in cloth or mercs, but never thought I would be treated like this. As if everyone wants to make amends.
Maybe I'm overthinking.
Steps on the wooden board to the doors, the second bed, it was roughened about, a lump of ball was sitting in the middle under the blanket, covering all parts, even the heads under the thick underblanket, with her clothing and a small blanket on the floor beside it.
Then he opened the doors, and it was all a well-lit room. The brightness overwhelmed his eyes, but he digressed.
Walking towards the symbol of a pot, which should be something to eat, probably. After some walking, two side doors, as the sign pointed to it, looked onto the glass windows in the doors, showing quite spacious dining rooms, with the ceiling extended and fans blaring on one side of the diners, it sounds like one of those late-night food courts where people relax after work. As the doors creak a little with no sounds, they still switch their heads to me, people in white jackets, with a secondary pistol on the carrier, they are with one of them is with a bean hat, long hair, and chest length.
The sounds of the vestibule with the room filled with some laughter by the side. These people are here, these are the people I will be working with, I can't move, I can't just burst in the room all of a sudden, not like torn clothing and rough like this, should I even try? I might not have eaten all day, so I'll just stay out of it.
As slowly moving away from the door white windows, resting standing up on the walls, with the lights on the hallways darken as some of the light not turn on to safe powers, with the echoes shallow on, piercing the thick double doors, freckles downs on the ears, as it clouded with white noise was all heard again as again to the walls.
I close my eyes.
A touch was felt, lightly slapped on the shoulder of his, looking upon, a man wearing heavy armour, it was the man with the robber mask, still on it, including his machine gun in his hands, what can you do with such a giant gun in a headquarters?
With him looking down on me.
"You're good now, seems like that girl did a trick on ya? Did you remember anything?"
Even if the hallway was a little low, he comfortably speaks with casual tones as it releases the tension, "I, I don't know, how are you?"
With him, grudging a little, while walking to the double doors, his voice suddenly shifts.
"Hah.. I'm just okay. Anyways, your Status is surprisingly well. I don't know what Klasha did to you, but I did not know she was such a good healer. Maybe she learned something…"
Even with the shouting by the doors, the presence of Smith, it feels at home, and I feel like I'm talking to an old friend; it feels nice.
"So, what happened? My camo on my shoulder is in pieces. Did I get attacked?"
With him slightly nod
"Well, let's just say you were in a happy accident, it's seems like she also put some sort of memory wipe spells on you, did not know she can do that, or maybe your brain is actually not processing it, whatever it is, just, just wake her up and let know we have dinner, she will understand, probably. GGood luck"
With him, opening the doors, with the swings loud and clear, as he enters, the talking stops, as the voice of codes put through, some sort of drill, it reminds me of when I went to a parade, a lot of shouting, and it was hot, but it was just another day.
Walking down the corridors, the pattern all the same, with the windows still washing out the bright light of this world, moons of sorts, with the glacial weather. At the doors, opening it, the knobs, the coldness differ, with the heavily cold winds blowing under the gaps, upon opening the doors, the freezing coldness upon truck by,
As I see on both ends, the door opens.
The rooms, still the same, even though cold runs through the air as much, the smells that smite the sense of smell, the sounds of wind echoes. Looking at the beds, the sheet is still on, but the air is warm, with some camo shirt and pants on the floor. He picks up the pace as he walks towards the beds, and then the skin now dries and brittles, with the cells cry as each step, the eyes feel stings of snakes and needles, but I will continue.
Touching upon the sheets, the cold air depresses as fast as thunder, with the air neither clean nor frosty. With him being close, his ears start to ring much more, causing them to pop; he pulls the cold blanket to the side.
There she was, in a somewhat foetal position, her body exposed by the air outside, even if the air is nitrogen, her skin is sweating heavily, her eyes closed with tears moving out.
What, what's happening? I remember that face, that face. If I remember correctly, she attacked me with some weird ice spirit thing and yet, here you are, I need you to wake you, she's getting too cold, I need to put back that blanket.
As he pulled the sheet back onto her, then, making the layer of thick fabric between him and the cold skin, shaking her body, slightly lowered his voice.
"Hey, Wake up, Ma'am! Are you good? This is too dangerous for a cold! Wake up!"
As he violently shakes the body.
Her eyes opened.
Her hands at his neck this time, her eyes looking upon him, her eyes now cracked with misted red as it glows bright on the dark covenant rooms, as if an animal watching you, as the stance was the same as before. Eyes looking upon, it was red, it was bright, it was just like that time… Just like when everyone was just mud, and trenches.
She suddenly pushes him with her feet, kicking him on the chest, with her grip lost as Lite tries to balance from the kick, but drops down.
It now rings much more, he feeling of pain surges in my head once again.
Trying to stand up, the ears rings all about, but with his will on one foots, he stood and lunges his strength to the legs, trying to get the both legs stand, as he was half sitting on the floors, she looks onto him, her eyes was greys, but bright, very bright, it glows on the low light on the moody night skies beaming from the single windows.
Looking upon a man with torn clothes from her,
With her mouth open for air, as she spoke, the tones were low and hard to hear, as my ears rang.
"Who, the fuck are you…"
She is sitting on the bedside, covering her body with that fabric, and when did she learn to curse? I can't believe it, fuck is now interdimensional, peak humanity, as though, what does she even mean, I can barely stand, what does she think I will do now? It's not like I can do an ice beam like her.. "The fuck you want, I'm just stumbling in this well-dined place, just a criminal, that's it, who got recruited here..."
As he sits on the ground, stretching his legs.
A criminal, in the other world, I, why is he here? He should be in jail, right? What is this? Why am I beside such a person? Why is he here? He should just die, like everyone, he should just die like all the criminals I've seen, and yet, they were never caught, even if they lied, even if they talk so nice, all lies, I can't stand them, I can't trust them, I could just end it there and yet, I'm alive, he stopped it..
Breathing tightens, as she looks down, coughing, as she slightly stands up.
"Ma'am, you alright? I can call the others-"
As she put her one hand up, pointing to him.
"Don't, just us.. Please…I messed up."
I, what is going on? She's crying, trying to kill me once more. And now, here I am, but why have I felt this way before? It's like I've confronted something like this. Right, this is one of the face someone make when they're a stormtrooper going to be the spearhead. I usually tell them that, dying, they will get money to their parents. He punched me and continued with blow after blow. I did not lift a finger on him, I wish I could understand him. He later died by a drone strike.
I was never good at times like this, never really, but maybe I could try.
Maybe I could try to do something for once.
As he slowly stood up, his legs ached throughout.
"I heard they're setting up dinner for us, they told me to wake you up, you're missing, I, we should go, and maybe I'm not into that, but I think there's alcohol, I saw bottles, well if you're into that.."
My brother and arms always like smoking and drinking. I'm not into those, but it keeps them sane and happy. Supporting them is the best I can do.
As she looks down on the beds.
"I had those, well, I used to… I have never touched it ever since I joined. It seems like our world is quite similar."
As silence finally fills the room.
"I think I can go, but first, the clothing, they only gave me camo, no undergarments yet, I think they've forgotten about it."
As he looked up to the ceiling
" I was about to ask something stupid, but I'll leave the room."
As the stand-up
"Stay."
Looking at her, her eyes aren't red, now it's just grey, and now she's telling me to stay.
As she cleared her throat.
"Are you scared of me?"
Lite eyes open slightly as he looks around the rooms.
"I, I don't think so, Ma'am.."
As her eyelid slightly lowered.
"Please, call me Estelle, yours?"
Oh, right, Estelle, I don't remember if I've heard of that before. I feel like fake memories are flooding in. Maybe taking a break and drinking might be a great idea after this.
"Alright, Estelle, nice name, just call me Mikhail, everyone calls me Lite, here I think it's my codename."
"Right, my Codename is Misha."
With the silence, she stands, taking her clothing off the floor, the room is now warmer, it's much warmer, the iced tea feels no more, maybe, I made the right choice, for now. Usually girls I find them, very problematics, culture cause them to act in a way that felt impossible to approach, though, I had many who's on the internet with me, but those never last long, only just fake friends, I never want to say that I had a loner time in the past, but what I liked to do back then, was, going out, exploring, the cities, the streets, alone. With nobody to listen to my stories, to understand where I was. Now I'm here, they cannot contact me, they don't care, they're just faked, all of them. All of it. They never question my decision for the military, sending my letter on the group chats, but nobody replies for a single day. That was my last time with a phone, before I threw it out of the windows apartments. It sounds quite depressing, but being in the military makes me feel something… I
As one's ears rang, all shallowly, the reality now felt like fantasy.
"Mikhail, you there?"
As he blinked, he was sitting on the bedside, with wide eyes open all that time, looking at the warm room once more, Estelle already dressed in the camo.
Lite nodded
"Uh, yes, right, sorry, I could not think for a moment."
As she pulls her hands to him, reaching, with Lite Looking down slightly, before holding the reaching hands, it's now warmer, much warmer than I've touched from her. Usually, these feelings, they will never last long.
Only God knows.
Sitting on the lounge with the tablets with spoon and fork on some rice curry, guns on the side, hanging behind him, still wearing the kevlar, but open his helmet and mask, his hair was semi long black with his face on the muscular side rough and some scars from neglected face cares, with his eyes lightly glows periwinkle, and a white pupils, while eating on the side of the bench, with many people at arms, a buzz was heard. A song with a Japanese dialect with a feminine voice singing out, as he reaches his waist bag to reach the communication phones, with everyone who heard was looking at him.
With him, still chewing, he replied with a full mouth.
"Hello?"
With the sound can be heard, it was windy and hard to tell above the white noise"
"Yeah, hello, anyways, that girl, I forgot to give her some underwear, and bras, go to my room and take any of them from the drawer on the right, also give her some pads, you can find it on the drawer to the lower left.
Then he spewed some of the food onto his plate, causing a little mess, as everyone was now looking at him.
"Denied on the pads, they don't need it..Odd request, I'll be on it."
She sighs on her end, "Whatever, genie. I just forgot to bring her that, only her clothing, so yeah.."
As some have pointed out, a man who wears a beanie has a little young face.
"You good, sir?"
As he closed the phone and put it back in his waist bag.
"Yes, zealot, I'm fine. Miran just asked something absurd, so protect my food from anyone, okay?"
With Smith standing up from his bench, putting back the balaclava and helmet, continue down to the doors.
That girl should be the one to do it, ah, she is on duty, I'll just go by with and not question anything. Until our commander is back and the trial and ceremony begin, I feel like something will change in this squadron. Whoever this brown-haired girl is, she seems very interesting.
Truthfully, I don't mind sitting in this shit-hole for weeks…