Foot Soldier's Log 11.22.2175. (1)Foot Soldier's LogFoot Soldier's Log 11.22.2175. (1) by ~Lexiburg
11.22.2175. Planet: Earth Station IV.
The Commander requested the presence of every soldier still available on Earth IV. Even lowly foot soldiers like myself had to make the meeting, and apparently being down an arm stills makes you "available." Once we were all together, a good distance from the civilian tents of course, he let us know the nature of our little get together. I don't feel bad saying I wished he had let me sleep a little longer before hearing the bad news.
Our lovely friends- a crew of space pirates- the ones responsible for stranding us on our space station in the first place, were coming back around for round two. This time the scanners were picking up an even bigger ship, maybe even a carpet bomber. When that thing got into atmosphere, our little tent civilization would be wasted. One sweep and we'd all be left wondering just where Earth Station IV had run off to.
I was hoping maybe there was some good news, like a carrier had gotten our distress si