The Admiralty
The Fringe Confederation
Sector F-34-A, Unknown Regions
You could sense it in the air.
It was that distinct feel that preceded most changes of history; an electrical static that made the hair on your skin raise itself just a little bit. As a soldier you grew familiar with that feeling. There wasn’t really any other option left to you, because you needed to be aware of every shift on the currents that could spell being sent out to the front lines or even behind the lines if you were lucky enough for that kind of honor.
Sleep hadn’t come easy to me this time around, but static set my skin on fire. I startled awake, eyes wide from the previous waking dream and from the realization that something was really wrong - as said before, you develop some kind of sixth sense as a commando for things like this and you better trust to your gutfeeling.
I stifled a groan before peeking out of the sheets of my bunk.
The room was just as I left it the night before; shattered mirror, assault rifle half-cleaned leaning against a broken chair. It hadn’t been a good night or day, but you learn to live with things like that out here and if you didn’t? Well, we never really talked about those few.
Rolling out of the bed to the floor took all the reserves (which was an overstatement) that the night had given me. It also reminded me of the beer I had spilled and neglected to clean up - feth.
I knew every inch of this little four by four room though, so I didn’t even need the crimson that radiated from my eyes and let me see just a little bit better in the dark. Of course, it still took me a few moments, but eventually I was all clothed and ready to poke my head out of the room…
It didn’t look good.
Just as expected.
Sector F-34-A, Unknown Regions
You could sense it in the air.
It was that distinct feel that preceded most changes of history; an electrical static that made the hair on your skin raise itself just a little bit. As a soldier you grew familiar with that feeling. There wasn’t really any other option left to you, because you needed to be aware of every shift on the currents that could spell being sent out to the front lines or even behind the lines if you were lucky enough for that kind of honor.
Sleep hadn’t come easy to me this time around, but static set my skin on fire. I startled awake, eyes wide from the previous waking dream and from the realization that something was really wrong - as said before, you develop some kind of sixth sense as a commando for things like this and you better trust to your gutfeeling.
I stifled a groan before peeking out of the sheets of my bunk.
The room was just as I left it the night before; shattered mirror, assault rifle half-cleaned leaning against a broken chair. It hadn’t been a good night or day, but you learn to live with things like that out here and if you didn’t? Well, we never really talked about those few.
Rolling out of the bed to the floor took all the reserves (which was an overstatement) that the night had given me. It also reminded me of the beer I had spilled and neglected to clean up - feth.
I knew every inch of this little four by four room though, so I didn’t even need the crimson that radiated from my eyes and let me see just a little bit better in the dark. Of course, it still took me a few moments, but eventually I was all clothed and ready to poke my head out of the room…
It didn’t look good.
Just as expected.