780.M41
Ch 1
The shuttle pulled by the Dawnchaser and landed on Dock 3. The soldier came out of the shuttle and grabbed the handrails as the room pressurized. The gravity set in and he grunted. Walking through the steel doors, the guards snapped to. He smiled.
"Dismissed."
The clack of boots echoed around the room as the guards left. General Anroth took off his helmet and shook out his hair, reminding himself to get it trimmed. It was just short enough to pass regulation, and though he could change it, he decided not to. It would require paperwork, and paperwork was evil. At least in his opinion it was. Leaning back into the chair, he heard a knock at the door. Confused, he looked up and saw Colonel Alentis of the Ironclads standing over his desk holding a large folder. He sighed and palmed his face.
Shit.
"Paperwork?"
Alentis nodded with a wry smile. "Yes, sir. And a message from Lord Marshall Cartel. You have to answer a...few questions he has for you."
"Colonel, you do realize that technically, I outrank him? And anyways, you people aren't even in the same regiment as me."
"Technically. Key word. Anyways, he wants it all by tomorrow," she said, putting the folder on his desk.
"Dammit."
"Have fun, darling." Alentis said, turning and walking out of the room.
"That, I will," Anroth muttered.
Bohr walked into the room with his brow raised. "Darling? That's new. And judging by the look on your face-"
Anroth nodded and pointed at the pile. "That."
Bohr let out a low whistle. "Holy crap."
"Sums it up," Anroth said, pulling out a pen. He sighed. "Guess I'll start now."
"When do you need it done?" Bohr asked.
"Tomorrow at 0500."
Bohr flipped through the files. "Tomorrow of which year?"
Anroth shook his head. "My thoughts exactly." Then he pointed his pen at Bohr.
Bohrs' eyes went wide and he started madly shaking his head. "I am not gonna do that for you. Uh uh. No way. I'd take a bullet for you, but no way in hell am I gonna do that. I can barely write!"
Anroth shook his head. "Actually, I was thinking Trine."
"Khristan?" Bohr laughed. "She'd smack you in the face and tell you to-"
"Actually, I was thinking Remy. He's good with words, right?"
Bohr shook his head. "Sorry, sir. I don't think so. Not without a ridiculously high price." He paused. "Troy was down there with us, right?"
"We were picking him up, yeah. What...oh." Anroth smirked. "That could work."
The ramp of the dropship closed and Vander shook his head. The 103rd were going in transit to the Tavern. Exchanging blistering heat for freezing cold. Oh, well. Cold was better than hot. He saw the hull of the carrier they were going to be on through the viewport and gaped.
The Retribution. The flagship of one of the most powerful Iterian fleets, it was over 200 km long and had an uncounted amount of people crewing the ship. Most people considered Irae-class capital ships floating cities and Vander had to agree. This behemoth could house millions(?) of soldiers and hundreds of thousands(?) of vehicles. The ships only ever docked to refuel and almost never entered another planets atmosphere after its launch. There were only three Irae-class capital ships ever used, one named Guardians Spear and the other the Adamant Fury. The Fury was currently somewhere in the Sol system and the Spear was leading the assault on Caldor.