There are approximately 10 million men and women fighting between the loyal tyrants of the Terran Republic, corporate insurgents of the New Conglomerate, and brainwashed zealots of the Vanu Sovereignty on the planet of Auraxis. These are their stori...
"Charlie Squadron 3. Sound off," our Platoon HQ in the space station orders.
"3-1!"
"3-2!" I reply boldly.
"3-3!"
"3-4!"
"3-5!"
"3-6!"
"3-7!"
"3-8!"
"3-9!"
Our squadron leader in Charlie Command HQ takes over after Delta squadron 4 sounds off to High Command. "Are we ready to roll you pansy losers?!" he snarls on the squadron radio channel.
"Yes, Commander!" the 12 of us bellow.
"Let's get a move on before I send each of you spineless slugs into Mani Lake with your limbs bound and your eyes gouged! Move it you damn maggots!" the angry man yells.
"Republic Tanking Guard Platoon 34312, be advised: your mission is to dismantle the New Conglomerate ground and air forces, then infantry forces, reminding them to keep their distance beyond the river border. When you report mission successful, we will dispatch a rapid response airborne squad, then after that, we will commence a territorial push with our military, as the worthless outfits are struggling with their disorganization. Do not fail the Republic. Contact will be established when you approach the combat zone."
"Yes ma'am, Lieutenant Colonel, ma'am!" we all bellow. We begin a long drive to the marked waypoint.
There is only one leader per each tanking squadron in our tanking platoons, being the Tanking Commander working in the space station. In the Republic, once someone reaches the rank of Commander in their 36th year of service it will apply to whatever division they are in--tanking, infantry, air, support, recon, etc.
