They say death is enforced by a strange being, bearing a dark cloak and large scythe, or something. We couldn't be farther away from that, except we also involve the death of others, and maybe even ourselves. We don't come after someone has died, but before. We cause it, for whoever and to whatever.
"This coffee is crap, I thought you just made it…" Ugh. Cold, thick coffee."Can it, Genisis. It's this damn cold climate." She's so defensive, I didn't even insult her."This icy hell is quite the 'Cold reception', eh?" Did I? "It's our first mission, and you're already making stupid stop calling me that, it's annoying." I say cold as the coffee."Oh, then I'll just call you what you want, Phi-"
The door opens, and a large man enters the room with a large bag slung over his shoulder. He's built like a bear, and has the facial hair of one, too. His shoulder rise almost over his ears, and his pale blue eyes stare directly to one of the beds in the back of the room. Whatever, just another marine or something.
"Oh, hello random guy." I let out a slight sigh, and start staring into my coffee, trying to avoid conversation with the bear-in-the-room. The man grunts, and walks to the same bed. I try to bring back conversation with Jill, but she completely ignores me, to busy trying to fix her bed for the night. I yawn, and head over to my bed, pulling the sheets over my head, and slowly falling asleep.
I didn't dream anything, or maybe I just don't remember them. It's very dark in the room, and I can barely see whats around in the room. The giant man with the shaggy hair, facial and on his scalp, is still asleep. Our resident medic is gone, though, so it must be around...7 on this planet. I get up and head over to the coffee machine, set it up and start looking around for her...