Commander Faraday, of the Azkaadian mechanized 343rd offensive battalion felt groggy on a cold day on the planet of Hanes, which was surprisingly close to the planet of Jone. Her reconnaissance mission that took place on the night before wore her out. Their outpost was having a bit of a snowstorm, since the planet of Hanes was known for its freezing weather. She sat up; hands on her lap, and back bent over, beginning to straighten out. The mirror across the room revealed her long hair that reached the middle of her back, and her deep blue eyes that could've been as deep of the ocean. Scof, her subordinate, entered her room, having a clipboard that had a cyan screen, and a steel outlining.
"Good morning, ma'am." Scof said, while penning down on the transparent cyan screen.
Scof was a brunette woman around the height of 5'7; she had a bob haircut, and had a medium build. She wore a pair of white, arctic-patterned fatigues, her top having short sleeves.
After Commander Faraday rubbed her eyes, she had responded, asking, "Morning. What are we going to see today?"
Scof tapped her pen on her chin, her light-blue eyes staring up at the ceiling. "It's around 35 degrees Fahrenheit, no activity as of yet. However, Nexus wants to meet with you about orders coming in place on the 25th of December."
It was December 7th.
"So I see…" Commander Faraday trailed off, the blanket dropping, revealing her black tank top. "I'll speak with him later today."
"Wonderful, Commander. Is there anything I can get you while I'm still here?" Scof hugged her clipboard to her chest, pen-tapping on the back of the screen.
"A cup of coffee and some grub would do great right about now." Faraday had responded.
"Okay. I'll be back soon." Scof left the room, closing the steel door behind her.
Commander Faraday looked around the room, the familiar grey walls still standing. Her bedside table having a picture of her family on the planet of Jone, some dried blood splattered on it. She gripped the picture, remembering the events of the purging. She shuddered in fear, bringing the picture back to the table, and she swiveled to the side, standing up. She grabbed her fatigues from the footlocker, slipping into them. Faraday strapped her holster to her right thigh, shoving in an officer's pistol, its bulky shape signifying its powerful punch. While Faraday was putting on her black combat boots, Scof entered in with a metal tray that had a sandwich and a cup of coffee that was steaming.
"Thank you." The Commander thanked Scof, Scof nodding her head turning back around, and then suddenly turning back.
"Oh, Commander, I almost forgot." Scof began.
"What is it?" Faraday questioned.
"Happy Birthday." Scof said, beginning to exit out into the hall.
Faraday was puzzled. How could she forget her own birthday? Regardless, she was feeling old, even though just at the age of 29 now. The Azkaadians recruited all kinds of people, old and young, and she didn't blame them for that. She wanted to pursue a goal more important than her own; to reunite with her family. And there she sat, sitting on the side of the bed, eating her food and drinking her coffee quietly, questioning her existence in the universe.