Chapter 1: Gallipoli, the desert planet beneath three sons.

Gallipoli is a desert planet beneath three sons. Its name came from a bygone era where some believe it had a deeper meaning. It was thought to be from a battle so long ago, though it isn't even a footnote on the galactic history records. The planet had no strategic value, no natural resources worth risking one's life over, but it was in our sector. Thus, we had to hold it. Technically, there was "No" sentient life forms that inhabited the planet, or so they say. The only records available haven't been updated since I arrived, and that was almost 23 years ago. But anyone who stayed here for any period of time would correct you, as they know better.

This is where the story begins; a single rusty cage sat in the middle of the blistering heat as a double loop of chain held the bottom of the cage's door shut, while an even thicker chain with a fist-sized padlock kept the remaining parts safely shut. It sat against a deeper dirt-coloured wall, a position that was chosen so the desert sun could burn away at its occupant. Occasionally a trooper would glance at the cage while on their marches across their patrol route, a good reminder that any of them could be next if they failed to follow orders. Some would often stray just a little off their path to avoid it; others were unable to look away as if to acknowledge the actions of their comrade as most knew "Bad luck" was contagious.