Gabatrix: Legacy

Chapter 7: A Short Respite in Paradise

"It is more than evident that a leader must recognize that relaxing oneself can lead to complacency. It lowers one's guard and leaves the person vulnerable against an enemy that never sleeps. However, when temporarily resting one's army, there are many benefits given to them, benefits that are more important than one may truly ever realize" Shira, 2348 AD.

The great landscape of Cebravis fills the view. The orange glow of the star radiated outward, causing the ocean waters past the beach to appear in purple. The sounds of the rushing waves loomed the entire area.

Near the shoreline was the Lifen lander. It had been recently parked on the large thicket of grass. The vessel's vectoring engines emitted a small amount of heat after the ship's initial atmospheric entry. The massive front bay entrance to the storage facility had been open. Its heavy-duty doors had been lowered like a large ramp. If one were to walk out of the ship's bay, they could keep walking until they reached the shores.

Several crew members seemed to be either busy or enjoying the scenery that was around them. Fresh air, the smell of salt water, and the crashing tides dominated the spectrum. Not far from the Lifen was a forest. Various bird-like creatures were flying in a flock over the sky. Their overhead chirping was long and delayed as their two sets of wings would flap and adjust to the winds that pushed against them.

Cebravis's environment was supposedly like that of former Earth. However, the alien-like plants still consisted of maple-like trees and blue and yellow shrubs. The trees were oddly shaped, being that of a blend of mangrove roots that grew wide in the beach sand and pine bark. Various insects and similar birds would feast upon the leaking syrup that flowed from the sides. The area where the Lifen resided was a wide open area before it would go through the heart of the forest and dense shorelines.

However, in the wake of the serenity, six individuals came running out of the front storage bay of the vessel. The recruit trainees, Stone and Ioren, ran out in formation. The recruits were dressed in blue and red swim trunks and shirts. Stone was dressed in similar attire as well. Ioren's spandex-like material was the same as it was before. All of them seemed focused on their running direction that led down the sands to the shore.

"Come on!" Stone yelled at the recruits. "Get your asses to the water! No fucking excuses. This isn't some pleasure cruise. If you're going to be marines, then you need to learn to fucking swim."

All four seemed to show a little bit of slowing in their movements. They struggled as their legs had to work extra hard than normal. Finally, stone broke off from formation as he looked and waved his hands at them in anger.

"Move! Move! Move!" Stone pressed them with no signs of his running. "I said no fucking excuses. As marines, you have to handle the heavier gravity that the planets throw at you. Come on, you pissants!"

"Argh!" Enlai groaned as his feet felt like they had become lead. Ever since the ship landed and he stood up, the gravity felt more intense.

"Damn it!" Dariea remarked with some anger.

"Cursing at your environment isn't going to make the problem go away, private razor! Get your asses to the water."

Enlai felt envious of the situation as he almost tripped in the loose beach sands. Both Isandro and Gavrill both seemed to fair better. However, even as Enlai's eyes wandered, he could see the other crew outside of the Lifen walking around as if they were in paradise. There were even some crew that were walking away from the ship and wandering away from their location, but down the shorelines. There were at least some men that were in swimming trunks, with the occassional few women even in bikinis. Yet.....Enlai couldn't be a part of it. Instead, he was in the prison brigade.....being screamed at by the man that had been breathing down their necks for almost two weeks. There would be no breaks for the future marines.