“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 they’re minds before they notices..”
As she took a deep breather.
“May I ask, why specifically my squadron?”
He waves his head around.
“You’re Squadron is of particular interest because it's the only one who mixed the races, which I find weird. What if interbreeding happens? If anything happens, we have to kill them before Colonial One Notice… Why are you taking the risk of providing them both anyways?”
“And don’t forget, your squadron is filled with people with questionable origin at best, I heard you hired an ex-slave and a convict, surprise they allowed this, though I heard two died from that accident, turning off the reactors on the meltdown of facility-9 was a great feet, did not know you guys were nuclear operators. Rest in peace for that. I’m very surprised not a lot have noticed their accomplishment.”
“That’s not really an answer, just rambling on?”
He smiled slightly.
“Hm, they thought by showing the mixed race will 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 her nasal 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 bow down
“Thanks for the information, I’ll dig deeper myself..”
With him taking a briefcase by 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 soldier, we will attend it as the memorial as you noted, tomorrow afternoon. Goodluck out there.”
As she bowed down once more, before taking the briefcase, it was 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.
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 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, a entity sitting above, a creature that lids on tight, it scorches fire, as it scream in pain as it internally burns without a source, it’s fire isn't engulfing, as it skin was charcoals with cracks that reveal the inner heat of 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, as she peaks with the rifle at hand, a suppressor on the end of the barrel, as she speaks.
“May you rest in pieces.” with it, she pressed the triggers of machines, it fired with the bolting speed.
With the lighting speed, it hit the scorched surface, as it then, it was put off balance by one of the short, with the last steps before falls, it’s internal fires combust to a stop, as it’s breathing flower upon the hallways, as it cries for by the pains, before the last fire, stop.
With her breathing slowly,
“Last one, I need to go back now, oh, right.”
With her, reaching her waist, bringing a small communication device, look at a radio with a screen, With continue tapping the screen, her gloves were torn as blood was on her arms bleeding in on the white digital camo, as she put the coms to hear ears. With it, she speaks.
“Yeah hello, anyways, that girl-
Have you ever thought that you would live long enough to the age of old?
You will die when your will dies out, when you die of old age, is more as the body have given up there 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 taken there bodies in soils. That time, I remember all those words, it swines and rides all over my mind, it is always stuck on whom said it in my past life, as then, I will move on, until the day I fade away.
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 lingers throughout you’re childhood to the very ends, I always love that taste, but the past will be and so be. I will move on, and continue on.
Waking up on 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, as the glass like windows with sliders, vaguely 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 bearable as 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 forwards, and continue on.
The rooms were lightly lit by the outsides, with the bright light shine from under the door, as then a paper envelope was spotted on the table right beside, it was tape onto the desks, as he picked up the paper, removing the tape on it, only for it to rip on the taper part, the tape was removed. 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. K angel.
You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.
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 expose shoulder on the left, the cold sensation run through the region, as then he stand sitting beside the beds, as there’s is a casual shoes right beside the black boots, as someone cared to take my shoes off, this is very, very luxurious, as now, I was suppose 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 as this. As if everyone want 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 your clothing and a small blanket on the floor beside it.
Then he opened the doors, 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, looking onto the glass windows in the doors, shows quite spacious dinner 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 by work. As the doors creeks 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 with a bean hat, long hair 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 the sudden, not like torn clothing and rough like this, should I even try. I might have not eaten in this whole day, 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 hands, what can you do with such a giant gun in a headquarters?
Looked upon me, what face I made was something I can’t feel.
“You’re good now, seems like that girl did a trick 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.
“You forgot me? I’m the guy with the big machine gun, Smith, anyways, your Status is surprisingly well. I don’t know what Klasha did to you, but I did not know she’s such a good Healer, maybe she learned something…”
Even with the shouting by the doors, the presence of smith, it feels at home, that 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 you brain is actually not processing it, whatever it is, just, just wake her up and let know we have dinner, she will understand, probably. Goodluck.”
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 when I went to 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 blows under the the gaps, upon opening the doors, the freeze 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 smells, the sounds of wind echoes. Looking at the beds, the sheet is still on, but the air, it’s from her, with some camo shirt and pants on the floors. He picks up the pace as he walks towards the beds, as then, the skin now dries and brittles, with the cells cries as each step, the eyes feels 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 starting to ring much more, causing it 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, wait, 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, as then, making the layer of thick fabric between him and the cold skin, shaking her body, as he 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 feets, kicking him on the chest, with her grips lost as Lite tries to balance from the kick, but drops down.
It now rings much more, the feeling of pain surges on 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 those shiny moon once more on the moody line skies.
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 sitting on the bedside, covering her body with that fabric, and when did she learn to curse, I can’t believed 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 once crying, trying to kill me once more and now, here I am, but why do I’ve felt this before? It's like I’ve confronted something like this. Right, this is one of the face someone make, when they’re are 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 blows after blow, I did not lift a finger on him, I wish I can understand him. He later died by a drone..
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 stand up, his legs pains 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 eats the room.
“I think, I can go, but first, the clothing, they only gave me camo, no undergarment 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 gray, 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 some drink 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 floors, the room is now warmer, it’s much warmer, the ice tea felt 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 a single day. That was my last time with a phone, before I threw it to 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 on 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 that heard was looking at him.
With him, still schewing, he replied with a full mouth.
“Hello?”
With a the sound can be heard, it was windy and hard to tell of the white noise”
“Yeah hello, anyways, that girl, I forgot to give her some underwears, and bras go to my room and take any of them on the drawer by the right, also give hers some pads, you can find it on the drawer to the lower lefts”
As then he spewed some of the food to his plates causing a little mess, as everyone was now looking at him.
“Odd request, I’ll be on it.”
As some have pointed out, a man who wears a beanie, his face is a little young.
“You good, sir.?”
As he closed the phone and put it back to his waist bags.
“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 will begin, I feel like something will change in this city, maybe going back up should be a good idea…
Truthfully, I don’t mind sitting in this shit-hole for weeks…