The year is SC:44 (Sanctuary Calendar) mankind has has flourished under the discovery of sustainable fusion energy and pursued many projects under it's influence. Sanctuary was one of these projects, a massive space colony that is able to maintain it's own orbit around the earth, thus providing a stepping stone for space colonization and exploration alike.

It has been 44 years since the completion of Sanctuary and the United Earth government has lost it's grip on the colony. An organization known as 'Zanzex' staged attacks against several government owned facilities and has successfully gained control of the administrative sectors in Sanctuary. Thus they have declared Sanctuary and it's citizens independent of the United Earth government.

The remaining contingency of United Earth troops have been pushed back into defensive positions at the Space Port, holding out against relentless attacks by Zanzex forces.

Sanctuary

SC:44

"Alright Sgt. Olden, Baker and Schwartz we've lost both sector A and C." Lt. Jose Dark firmly held up the holographic display of the space port to his subordinates. " Dog platoon has been systematically wiped out, suggesting that a mobile armor might be in play. Olden and Schwartz, I want your squads to recapture these sectors. Baker, you and your men will be with me providing support." Dark angled the hologram slightly, the multicolored icon that signified dog platoon faded out and was replaced with the battle plan. "It's a grim fate for Lt. Wei and her men, but it's our job now to hold the perimeter." He scanned the small meeting room of the former office space now turned temporary headquarters. "Any questions?"

Sgt. Hans Schwartz exhaled, the smoke from his electronic cigarette lingering in the air. "I thought we destroyed all of the mobile armors per orders?" Hans took a long drag, "I mean come on Lt. Dark, I know we have a duty to 'Defend the UE and it's assets at all cost' but this is absurd. If the enemy has a mobile armor, we don't stand a chance." He spat. "Its suicide and quite frankly a waste of time."

Jose closed the holographic display and eyed Schwartz. He remembered the dossier he got about him. Young, 23 years of age, spent most of his life in Sanctuary. No doubt he could be sympathetic to the Zanzex cause. "Schwartz, I know this may have been a bit chaotic and the formation of the platoon may have been.. Well may have been a bit not to your liking, but we have no choice. People's live are at stake and you have a duty to the military and to the people of Sanctuary. Is that understood?"

Hans sat up from his office chair, the depravity of the situation had him feeling foul. Yet again he knew he had a duty, not to the UE but to his family back in the New Berlin sector. "Understood, ill go brief my men right now." Hans saluted to Jose, and gave a nod to the rest of the men in the room before leaving.

"Well wasn't that something." Sgt Larry Olden brushed off some dirt from his navy blue combat fatigues. The wedding band on his finger giving a faint shine, no doubt he cleaned it earlier.

"Tsk and I thought the kid would've known by now eh Jose?" Shin Baker grinned, his two gold front teeth a reward for a hover bike accident in his younger days.

"Beats me man, but hey it is what is." Jose shrugged and got up from his office chair. "Larry dont forget to bring the Trauf launcher with you. If there is a mobile armor, we've gotta deal with it."

Larry laughed, "of course! Don't think I forgot about those days in the academy. Ain't that right Shin?"

Shin shrugged and crossed his arms. "You two have always been at it back in those days, god how things change." Reminiscing, shin swirled a bit in his seat. "What a bummer."

Jose fiddled with his bull-pup assault rifle. "Yeah and now we're fighting 35 million people, fubar I tell yah." He aimed down the sight checking the alignment.

"Of course, I wonder if the zex played some wicked mind voodoo on the civies." Shin playfully continued, "I mean the way it's been since the attack, pshhh it's nothing like sim training."

The trio laughed and relished on old memories, life back on earth and how the toll of constant fighting has left them dry, worrisome and in need of comedic relief.