Gamma Asteroid

[Jorge Silva]

Silva along with the rest of the platoon had his doubts that it wouldn’t be long till the entire station was captured. The station was being assaulted by two directions and the enemy had no where to go. They’d either have to surrender, which in every case never happened because the ARM had a strict doctrine of never allowing any of it’s own personnel to be captured. It was extremely rare for any of them to be captured alive and interrogated. The best information was stored on data drives or data on personal from the ARM troopers. And those who were captured were silent most of the time. Silva didn’t really pay attention to that kind of information on ISN though as most of it was the same old stuff. Out here in the field…it was the real deal.

Standing next to a door he pressed the button to open it and lifted his rifle up not knowing what was inside the room. There could be anyone or anything in here. Just as the door opened a door floated out a little, up to his waist. He guessed it was another officer, enlisted men didn’t have the luxury of rooms as good as these. He walked past the body as it was lifeless, another who had committed suicide rather than be captured. The room was a mess the bed was overturned and the small shelf was broken, small items were floating everywhere. The bed had a few holes inside it, perhaps bullet holes. The thing that sickened Silva about this…conflict was how the ARM troops always killed themselves rather than be captured. Someone had to be at his or her rope to do that. To him it was the act of coward. How could anyone kill themselves? He’d never do that, after all committing suicide sent one to hell and he didn’t want to miss out meeting Paul at the gates of eternal life.


He slowly looked around the room and saw what looked like a recording device. He picked it up from a few feet floating in front of him. He then pressed the small green button it and let it play. The video then showed a woman perhaps in her late twenties with blonde hair. The date was yesterday, 08/11/3358 at 1457 hours. The woman was in a tank top and shorts and talked into the camera. “Hey Trish, it’s Rebecca ! Just wanted to let you know that everything here is going well. The brass have told us that the Republican forces won’t stay here for long, and that we’ve actually managed to inflict severe losses on the planet. I hope to see you soon in a month or so. Don’t tell anyone I told you but I think that you’ll like it here. You’ll love it with us, we have fun here! We are like a huge family. Be sure to watch this when mom and dad are away….isn’t good for them to find out. And be safe!”

Silva shook his head. It wasn’t like the ARM would tell their people the truth about what was going on in this campaign. Lies and more lies. But then again every side lied no matter who you were for. He’d rather be with the Republic than these…terrorists. Killing innocent people to him was a cowardly act. Silva looked around the room again and slowly walked out of it moving up to the next one….

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08/12/3358
0649 hours
Gamma Asteroid


The platoon finished sweeping the long corridor and moved up to take the room at the end of the hall. The key card that was found did in fact open up the door that the platoon was going to clear out. Everyone’s weapons were at the ready not knowing what the room in fact was. Nothing on the HUD showed movement of enemies near by but it wasn’t good to always place all faith in technology. The platoon waited as the door slowly opened up. It seemed to go on forever when in fact it was only about ten seconds for the door to open up. The corridor lights were still out, and night vision was used to see, this had to be turned off as light came from the room. Hobbar turned off his night vision and looked inside the room that had probably been on everyone’s minds since they had begun searching.


The room was in fact a large work out facility . There were numerous workout machines inside, the very center of the room. Along the walls of the room were bright green lockers and that was it. There was nothing else inside the room. No bodies of any such kind , a few weight bars were here and there floating as were a few white towels. But that was all that was inside the room. There was no enemy force inside . Hobbar shook his head and couldn’t get over it. He was expecting something different. He grabbed Vinigan and grabbed the radio, he didn’t know if Jones was far away to where his own radio wouldn’t work. “Kilo Actual this is Kilo One.” He said. “Kilo One, this is Kilo Actual, send traffic.” “Kilo Actual, corridor is clear of hostiles break a headless corpse was found inside one room no enemy intel on bodies. Over.” A period of silence followed. “Kilo One, I’ll inform command. Kilo One we are pulling out. The command station has been taken by the regiment. RV at the landing bay, to return to Dauntless Fury you have ten mikes out.” Jones said and hung up.

“First Platoon, head back to the landing bay, we are leaving the station. I’ve just been informed that the regiment has taken the control room. Staff Sergeant Silva, move em out.” Hobbar said. “Alright ladies, we’re getting off of this hunk of junk. Move it.” Silva said in commanding voice. Within ten minutes the platoon had reached the landing bay which was now a flurry of activity. Five Sparrows were currently inside the bay, two of them were full of wounded troopers being cared for by corpsmen on stretcher. He was lucky in the fact that there hadn’t been so many casualties for his platoon, although he did in fact loose two of his own today and another had been wounded. The landing bay was still host to new arrivals of SDC personnel. But now they were going to go though any intel that anyone had picked up. Most platoons of Kilo were either still arriving from the mission or they were already on board. Captain Jones was by a Sparrow and nodded for Hobbar to come. “Lieutenant, I expect your after action report on my desk at 1500 hours .” he said. “Yes Captain.” Hobbar said and go on the Sparrow that Silva had already gotten the other on board. Members of the platoon had already strapped themselves inside.


The Sparrow’s hatch closed and took off from Gamma Asteroid.