My conversation with Marcus was brief and he seemed to turn inward. He did not look well, but I did not feel that it would do much good to talk to him. He was beginning to disgust me with the way he was acting. It was not something a former Lance Commander should convey.
The trip was surprisingly short and uneventful. The guards came and took the prisoners back to their cells one by one. When it came to be my turn to be re
I walked out of the infirmary and to my quarters where a freshly pressed uniform was hanging on the wall. A man in a prisoner's jumpsuit greeted me. I was taken by surprise as I did not see him when I walked in. He was absolutely terrified and showed it in his eyes.
Who are you?
I am Jimmy Mason, sir.I was jarred from my sleep by the thundering klaxxons coming form the Prison Camp's speakers. I quickly dressed myself and laced my boots and tore outside to the Vehicle Depot just a few yards from my new quarters.
The Quartermaster ran up to me, clearly out of breath.
What is go
I listened intently on the radio chatter of the chaotic battle that was taking place at the main garrison. The battle's tide was clearly in the favor of our attackers, but they too were paying a heavy price for such a direct assault.
Just outside of their sensor range and tucked away in pockets of forest covered by jamming devices, my company of armor sat in waiting to spring the trap. I had carefully arranged for a pi
The ambush did not go as planned. Somehow I had not accounted for a lance of Von Luckners and the MechWarriors skills. What was supposed to turn the tide in my favor resulted in a systematic and utter destruction of my remaining forces. What made matters worse is the fact that since we had failed to stop their advance, the Word of Blake reinforcements were recalled and therefore we were stranded.
My tank was hit while we
Epilogue
The grassy floor was as cold as the fate I had been dealt. The moon hung high above me, illuminating the large field I had managed to crawl to. The crawl was torturous and though I could move my legs, they were nothing more than painful slabs of meat that bled endlessly.
And through the endless pain, through the endless exhaustion and confusion, I continually asked myself “Why?”. Wh
