>>5122829But that was six years ago. All you know now is the harsh loving embrace of Mistress Yuga and the base staff who govern your humble existence. The snap and hum was followed by blinding light as your dormitory suddenly burst into life. Chasing away any fragment of sleep you clang onto for dear life. Taking a deep breath you sat up as the first bell rang for the day, signaling the arrival of 5am. Smoothly you slide from your cot, the soft pitter patter of your feet the only noise within the lit dorm. No one else remained, mattress-less cots lay out in empty rows around you. You were all that was left of the Theta Project or the TP as they referred to your unit. Quickly and routinely you went about making your bed and straightening the small bedside table. Grabbing a towel you made a quick stop in the showers and dried before you knew it.
The other prospective youth had once been hustling about alongside you, but all had slowly failed or eventually got pulled from the unit and transferred out. The staff had reassured you that more would be rotated in, but that had been almost two years ago. You were used to the vacancy by now. Checking your time remaining as you hastily slipped on your combat trousers and black under shirt. You still had over half an hour before the second bell for Morning Parade and more importantly Breakfast would ring. You mulled over how to spend your remaining time, tightening up your boots and donning your long combat jacket. Finally staring down the perfect picture of a soldier of the motherland in the mirror, you put on your navy beret.
