I hate being stationed on the planet of Zion. This barren wasteland is encompassed by swampy marshes, so we are afraid to wander outside of our outpost, and the only lifeforms we can see are ten to twenty feet long with sharp, jagged teeth. This must be hell, I think.
“Come on!” shouted the commander.
“Fall in!” demanded the officers. “Move with a purpose!”
I had gotten used to these commands since I decided to enlist in my planet’s Marines around a year ago. I don’t quite remember. My memory isn’t quite intact anymore since the Galactic War first broke out. I do recall I had to take action, for something had to be done because of those cruel, inhumane Separatists deciding to cause chaos and suffering in the longest period of peace we’d
“Come on!” shouted the commander.
“Fall in!” demanded the officers. “Move with a purpose!”
I had gotten used to these commands since I decided to enlist in my planet’s Marines around a year ago. I don’t quite remember. My memory isn’t quite intact anymore since the Galactic War first broke out. I do recall I had to take action, for something had to be done because of those cruel, inhumane Separatists deciding to cause chaos and suffering in the longest period of peace we’d