Two months after the tragedy that occurred the Mobile Infantry had a boom in recruitment. Three new Generals were elected and the Sky Marshal felt the need to stay in office for another four years. General Griffin, that is me, and General Maloy stood guard at the Capital planet, Dragota. Earth had been Glassed too many times to stay a planet, so General Alyson launched the Q-bomb to obliterate the planet. Although the destruction of the Human home world was to commence, Dragota and Hydora were quite alike, both being able to sustain life and both with enough vegetation and water. However Hydora has a poisonous gas in the atmosphere, so it's only station is in an oxygen bubble filled with pollution, the pollution part was what made it like Earth. General Watkins lead the space defence front several light years away from the Capital planet of Dragota. The three new Generals stood station on several other solar systems, such as the Rewdo Cluster which only use is the valuable minerals located under the crust of all planets there, and the cluster of RoTen which has been needed to be securely defenced and blocked due to unknown numbers of bandits using RoTen as a smuggling den.
I was now in charge of defending all planets controlled by the Mobile Infantry, what a luxury. My newly replaced robotic arm was, by far, a large improvement. With new 'applications' added on from the Terran Colony's black market the arm was a deadly weapon. "Sup Hatey" the I heard from the back of my head, "Oh, hey Aly" I remarked, we made quick catch up talk before getting to buisness; the new mining facility over at Rewdo had been comfirmed as a positive bug coloney. We hadn't fought bugs in a while; only the half human half killer Vaktovians.
"Right then, Aly, time to load up the Skimmer, I guess you won't be joining us this time?"I said, half joking half pissing my pants.
"Ha, no Hatey, just stayin' back here admiring your handywork" she replied, she knew I liked blowing up places with the bug infestation and leave behind nothing but fire and debree.
I called up a crack team of Special Service Units, Special Mission Squad and ordinary Mobile Infantry. These lots of troops will, hopefullly, use two retrival ships for an emergency evac and fill up six skimmers. I was the company commander, with my second in command being Hacker, also kown as Johnathan.
"SIr, what's the plan then" I turned around to see a, somewhat, smaller trooper.
"To start with, we will be entering the Rewdo atmosphere where the tac fighters will begin bombardment of the mine. Don't worry, all civilians have been moved to other mining colonies. After the softening of the mine, we will head in. Remember, we need these minerals so keep fire to a mininum until positive infestation. Check all fire, we are there on a rescue mission. Look for any wounded miners and help them out. Anything you would like to ad John?" I asked
"Right, Moritas only, the exception of thermal grenades. Keep tactical lights on at all times, and keep your beacon active. It's easy to get lost in the mines, especially if you've never been down there." Replied John.
"Everything clear, Apes?" I asked.
"Sir, yes sir!" replied the band of 46 troopers.
"Right then, let's move out!" I said. Everyone started walking to the hanger of the Forage of the Dammed, which was were we were stationed at the moment. This ship belonged to General Maloy, or Poppy as she is commonly called. We were seven light years from Dragota, were I was ment to be stationed for defence, but the Sky Marshal called me into action; I'm pretty glad I was called upon, I was getting pretty bored.
"So, do we have any idea how many buggers are there?" Asked an old friend of mine, named Spike
"Hell no, hopefully not that many. We want to get those miners safely away so we can be more efficient with our mining operation." I replied. Which got me thinking, the minerals were never named by anyone. Perhaps I could get a closer look at what we were actually mining...
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Mobile Infantry: Life after death is often misread.
Science-FictionSeveral veiws on what happened on a disaterous week. From a Private's veiw, to a General's.