Lieutenant Ashley Miranda was a tall, stout women in her late twenties who had long, silky brown hair that coiled around the back of her neck in row after row of perfect brown waves. Her face was a sweet, round face and full red lips. Almost flawless, except for one thing. She had a slightly jagged scar going down the side of her left eye; it was no where nearly as bad as the ones that other guard veterans suffered, or even worse, some that space marines would achieve in the thick of battle. Pressed to the ground, she was on her chest doing a routine workout she had set up for her self.
"Sixty eight, Sixty nine, seventy" she said as she let out a deep breath, letting herself collapse to the floor. Things around the base had been pretty quiet since the last attack, and that had been eight weeks ago. She was getting suspicious, the rebels were planning something. Something big.
"Lt. you know that replacement guy, well the chimera just showed up. What was his name again? Nick Cantus?
"Neil, and from what they say about him is that he is THE best. Apparently from what I heard, during his basic training he preformed so good that they had him sent right to commando training."
"He preformed so well that they had him sent right to commando training."
"Watch it Newhelm, I'm not in the mood to be corrected right now" she said to him.
"Sorry mam."
"It's no big deal, I just hope this new guy is as good as everyone says, otherwise he's lictor food" she said harshly as she secured her helmet and wrapped her gas mask around her face. The soft rubber padding on the inside forming around her face to make it feel a bit more comfortable.
"Oh well, lets go give him the good old SIGMA greeting."
"Gonna test his skill in hand to hand?" said Sargent Jacob Newhelm as he followed her out of the command bunker.
"Something like that" she said as the two of exited the building and into the darkening sky.