I can't believe it. Labrys 7, they are sending us to mutherfurbin Labrys 7. It would be more humane to juice me with poison, or strap me to an electric chair, or a d**ned gas chamber. Oh, you haven't heard of it? Let me tell you then, since you are all going there too.
You know all those war scenes and shoot-em ups you see in the holocasts and sim-theatres? Yeah those, the ones that look so real. Yeah, they look real because they are real. Yep, all of those soldiers you saw bite it in the last war flick really did die. And we are about to become the extras for the next flick. We get our weapons, and whatever else they need for the battle. We fight, and we try to furbin survive.
We are going to hit the ground running, bullets and lasers spamming all around us. We are going to crap our pants, cry for our mothers, wet ourselves, and somewhere along the line... we are going to die.
Some of us. Me, I'm going to get the hell off of that planet as quick as I can. There is some sort of reward if you win your battles, i dont know if it is a pardon, or what. I killed to end up getting sent here, and by God if it will get me out then that is what I will do.
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The transport was one of many. They landed, disgorging their cargos of condemned criminals armed with a variety of weapons from mundane to exotic. After 90 seconds, the transports lifted off, taking off at such a steep angle that the few men who clung desperately to their seats were shaken off to fall to their gory deaths.
Within twenty minutes, the air was whinging with tracer bullets and the incessant sound of machine guns and mortars falling like rain.