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Circlets were scattered amongst the planets surface like unnecessary jewelry, sparking its fair golden and glowing tint through the fog of the world as it is today. 2864, May the 25th. Going into the depths of Central Africa, the land is center of the land is rather peaceful as far as a war goes. We come across a man, or rather what appeared to be one who was carrying himself with a bit of a low chin and a tired attitude. Master Sergeant Hipo Leviathan...
It's been 5 months. 5 months of peace. 5 months since I've had to end the life of another who sought to be a traitor to Earth. Although it's been lovely, I'd always wish that it would stay this way forever. For humans to put down their weapons and end this war... I wanted that ever so dearly. But, that is apparently to costly for the human mind to bear. Humanity's selfish attitude towards the world's future is sickening; I'd love to see the day that they weren't fighting.
Alas, I control the world for myself. Otherwise making those changes through force would make me a hypocrite. And my word is as trustworthy as my use to the Cobalt Falcons. I sat on my bunk idly and bored, tapping the ground with my foot and I was sunk inside the mattress I had in my quarters. Colonel Dereta Caliger had sent out a message onto the bulletin board in the main office. That we were taking in new recruits from all Sektors of Siaren. Reznor was definitely desperate as we didn't have as much opposing power on this side of the fence, even with me as a soldier contributing to the army... Hopefully Reznor's vision of the future will come true. I much prefer to live in a world where humanity and other organisms lived in harmony rather than a dictator ruling the entire planet for his own personal gain. The greed this man had... it was almost depressing imagining a world like that. I shook my head thinking about this, fumbling with my fingers until I hear a knocking on my door. My ears perked up... a visitor? Please don't tell me that our peace has been broken.
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Not taking too much of an interest in her, I moved over to my portable computer, its tablet size lying on my arm, standing with a bit of a relaxed stance. I searched through the military ranks sent into this domain of Sektor D. I scroll down the list, looking up at you and giving a soft raise of the brow.
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She almost sounded like some helpless citizen. Not able to find her quarters. Not able to find her pet. Hell, if I'd have known better, I'd get her demoted just for that motion. Some pet of her's was lost along the way, however it seemed peculiar to me. To have a dog with white fur and the horn of a rhino. Those things have been extinct for years, and I should know that for a fact. I've been on this earth long enough. I glanced to the side shrugging my shoulders, sighing, "This is hysterical." Laughing under my breath a bit more I then explained, "I will help you find your quarters soldier. However, if you come to me with this problem again, I won't give you such pity."
Stepping a bit closer to you, I'm a bit more than a foot from you crossing my arms and giving you a smirk. "As for this pet of yours... where do you think it could have gone? I don't doubt that it's out in the field."
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Filled with confusion, he stood there with his salute for a moment longer, thinking in his mind as to why I wasn't so hard on him as any other sergeant would. I smiled with a bit of glee and the soldier was on his way to make it towards his other comrades. Clearing my throat, I soon asked a question to break the silence in our journey and blinked a few times before saying it. "You've got some experience on the force... how many years Colonel Anatolievna?" Turning my head to you my smile fades as I have a bit of a blank stare on my face, trying to receive this information the best way possible.
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"20 years? How strange... how old are you?"I asked, ducking under a large container of food being carried by a few other privates. They asked me for their condolences, as I'd sprinted nearly taken their head off in the field. I give them a nod as their sorry glances were simple in concern. I looked back to you, still curious.
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Sticking to the matter at hand, I acted in awe saying, "40 years... that's quite a long time. Its perfectly understandable for Reznor to not release any of this information. If the world knew about me, they'd nearly lose their minds. Turn to their gods asking, 'Why does he exist?'... sorry, I'm babbling. We should probably look for this mutt of yours."
We make a left down into an ironically quiet hallway as this was where the training simulations were placed. People often used these when they were bored, but I'm glad to see them interacting among each other instead of a screen. Reaching the end door, I scan my I.D. on the door, it requiring the authentication of Sergeant Level or higher. The door clicks and let's out a bit of pressurized air before slowing moving opened.
Leading outside, the air was brittle and dry, stinging the eyes of any human that wasn't either in a HUM-V or wearing protection. The wind was wild as the area was nearing the end of a sandstorm. The sand being kicked up by the powerful blowing as I stepped outside, the rush hitting me and slightly depriving me of hearing due to the sound of the white noise.
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I walked forward, unaware as to who might be outside of camp in the middle of the storm. Nobody just goes into an armory during a time of peace and a natural disaster. I felt uneven as my eyes began to flicker from white to brown and then white again. Stopping at the doorway, I turned over my shoulder and asked in a tone of concern, "Can your pet open doors? One's that require an ID?"
Turning my head back to the door, my skin fluttered a bit, my skin and and clothing being replaced by a man of white bearing a layered belt. All of my features except for my eyes had become part of an elaborate humanoid organism. In signs of danger, I would always change into this form. I walked normally however, knowing that if I acted to rashly, I might accidentally strike someone without knowing exactly who or what it is.
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