Out of the many freelancer programs two stand out, the one you know of are the men and women stationed on the mother of invention this one however is the one you don't know of, This story is the Account of my life and the lives of my friends as Freelancers living on the farther of destruction.

I wake up earlier than usual it's not the hum of the engines, it's not the sound of sentries turning, it's the sound of my two best friends arguing. I struggle to get out of my bunk, when I find my strength I stand up and stretch getting a jelly leg in the processes, I look down at my bare feet huff why the hell do I have to be the smallest in my team.I walk out into the long dim-lit halls totally aware that I was only wearing a green tank top and jogger bottoms, I take a slow walk to the common room were we hung out, Marcin stood outside gave me a quick glance, gestured towards the arguing and then muttered something in polish.

"Honestly Bradley! leave Georgina out of this!"

"No Katie I'm not going to, you and her always have your little secrets..."

The slight dispute between then waked up Luke as well, it was funny I looked at him and giggled to my self he had bed hair, he inspected his cows lick and after a couple of seconds trying to straighten it he withdrawn, and his face said it all what's up with them he mouthed, haven't a clue mate I mouthed back, Katie turned away and faced me.

"Wow good to see you up Georgie" she seemed surprised. I steered her back in the way of Bradley.

"Right now you's two. I know your not on the best of terms lately" I raised the authority in my voice

"nothings going on Bradley, Best friends talk allot I'm sure you, Kearin and Marcin have your good talks, Katie we've all been friends for frigging years so don't spoil it the pair of you's, be on good terms or I'll make sure the CO knows that you both don't like each other and I'll each get you transferred!"

They both looked at me in shock and apologised to each other even though they are my friends I was very serious, my job was to be a leader I was exceptionally good at that but I give support for my friends, so I know that they will remain friends. yawn gees I was tired.

"Right now you's if you excuse me I'm gaan yem" I said in my home dialect

"What in the world does yem mean" Marcin said his face looked completely blank

"well my friend, yem is Geordie or home, and were I come from I'm supposed to get a decent nights kip too" but I knew for a fact that I wouldn't get back to sleep so I took a quick shower and put my armour on for a new good days work. The locker room was quiet, and I stood staring at our team picture, we all looked so happy. I closed my locker with a bang, sat down on the bench nearest to the door, and fixed my eyesight down at my ODST helmet, pink with a black stripe in the middle. it's a different variant to normal Orbital Drop Shock Troopers, it has a command network module with a light on the right, black visor my personal choice because I find myself looking a lot better in it.

"Training will take place in 2 hours" a synthetic voice rang over the speakers. That was Justine the ships AI, pronounced 'Justin' the first

"I don't understand why we still have training, were the best of the best and that can't change" a ginger headed freelancer popped his head round the wall of lockers, it was kearin (the ginga ninja) "you alright George?"

"fine..." I fiddled with my fringe, as Bradley came through the door

"awww did I keep you up all night Wolf?" he said with a sarcastic smile.

"really? if someone wouldn't have woke me up at a ridiculous time, I would be up and kicking your arse all the way to the insurrectionists base"

he grabbed his stuff and huffed through the door "he is really sensitive... you know underneath and all" kearin said and ran after him. I continued to stare at my helmet, until I finally came round to clean my kit.

"Right wolf" I said to my self "time to kick arse and take names"