I've been a good little soldier lately - well, sorta. Shooting things, carrying messages, picking up missing equipment and shepherding it home - it ain't exciting, but hey, they feed me. Well, sorta.
Guy I met offered me a little job on the side, though, and I took it. I'm not going to go into details, because I'm not a rat - but I will say that it was worth it just to piss off the brass. Wasn't any big thing - nobody got hurt or nothing, and I made some connections. Might do me some good, down the line.
Showing posts with label Jaxon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jaxon. Show all posts
December 15, 2007
November 22, 2007
Weapons
That damned Forean kid really set me off. The military "only sees him as a weapon." Welcome to my world, kid. Only reason I exist is my lunatic Original, Jeri, isn't satisfied shooting crusties herself, she wants to clone a whole squad to do it with her.
But you know what? I fight. Shot a couple dozen crusties today, as a matter of fact. I don't hate them - not the way Jeri does, anyway - but they'd shoot me where I stood in a heartbeat, so I shoot first. (They do have hearts, did you know that? Found that out the messy way. Man, Foreans are weird.) Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah, that kid. Hauled him back to face the music. There's a war on, after all.
And that sanctimonious prick Rogers. "Could've handled it better." Fuck him. What am I gonna do, tell our ally to go screw? What's the difference between collecting bloody bits of dead Thrax and picking up some scared kid and hustling him back to base? I do what I'm told. Until they pin a few more bits of shiny metal on me, I ain't gonna think about this shit that hard. End up crazy as Jeri, if I do.
Jesus. What a cluster.
But you know what? I fight. Shot a couple dozen crusties today, as a matter of fact. I don't hate them - not the way Jeri does, anyway - but they'd shoot me where I stood in a heartbeat, so I shoot first. (They do have hearts, did you know that? Found that out the messy way. Man, Foreans are weird.) Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah, that kid. Hauled him back to face the music. There's a war on, after all.
And that sanctimonious prick Rogers. "Could've handled it better." Fuck him. What am I gonna do, tell our ally to go screw? What's the difference between collecting bloody bits of dead Thrax and picking up some scared kid and hustling him back to base? I do what I'm told. Until they pin a few more bits of shiny metal on me, I ain't gonna think about this shit that hard. End up crazy as Jeri, if I do.
Jesus. What a cluster.
November 21, 2007
Profile: Jaxon Stilwater
Tier: 2
MOS: Specialist
Gene Status: Clone, 1st Gen
Bio: I'm a clone. I've been around for about two weeks now, training up to fight the war that created me. I'm a specialist, because my Original is a soldier.
Not much of a bio, is it? It's not much of a life.
My fellow clones tell me it gets better, that as I make my own memories the ones I have now - fuzzy, half-real ones of being a girl half my size, on a planet I've never seen - will fade, and I'll feel like me. Or at least I'll have an idea what "me" means. I'm almost done training, so I guess I'll soon find out.
I can't fucking wait. Anything's better than this.
MOS: Specialist
Gene Status: Clone, 1st Gen
Bio: I'm a clone. I've been around for about two weeks now, training up to fight the war that created me. I'm a specialist, because my Original is a soldier.
Not much of a bio, is it? It's not much of a life.
My fellow clones tell me it gets better, that as I make my own memories the ones I have now - fuzzy, half-real ones of being a girl half my size, on a planet I've never seen - will fade, and I'll feel like me. Or at least I'll have an idea what "me" means. I'm almost done training, so I guess I'll soon find out.
I can't fucking wait. Anything's better than this.
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