Dropship FSS Roanoke
Ingress
Word of Blake Protectorate
12 November 3077
"Ingress. That's the name of the game."
Corporal Azalea Thomas sat up in her bunk as her roomate, Caiptain Danielle Waters burst through the bulkhead declaring the news. "Ingress, that's an agricultural world, isn't it?"
Dani nodded. "Yeah, and it seems that the Word have fucked it all up. Food production has dropped like a rock the last few years, and we're going to find out why."
"We're going in hot, I assume?"
"Yep. The Fox's Teeth are leading the way, and we're hitting the ground right behind them. Supposedly there's some precision strike going on, but that's way above my pay grade. I just shoot Wobbies."
Zee's mind jumped to Will Tanner, who she hadn't seen since the 5th loaded up. If there was something fancy going on, he would be in the thick of it. It was strange, now, she was worrying about her friends on the front in a more personal way. Will and Dani would be hitting the combat zone hard, and all she could do was wait and hope that her services were not required.
In the nearly half year they had been embarked, she and Dani had become close friends. She almost would have thought of Dani as a sister, if not for their remarkable sexual chemistry. They shared a bunk more often than not, and they had shared more drugs and chems than Zee had ever imagined herself partaking in. It was always safe with Dani. She would miss that more than the highs and euphorias.
Now things were going back to normal, back to combat, back to war.
"You take care out there, Captain."
Dani smiled. "I will. But you better have my back."
"Hope you won't need it."
