>>5122902>>5122907>>5123125Sitting comfortably in one of the few padded wooden chairs remaining within the large barren room called home you reread some operation Manuals. You had given each a long look over for many mornings and nights, but the books held valuable information. The Mark 16 Antimatter Thrower, AE12 Launcher and even the 2nd edition Arc Cannon. The weapons had always been an interest to you, intricate technology the melding of foreign and man-made materials. And hopefully how to keep them from not exploding within your hands. Of course, you'd seen things that weren't even allowed to be written down or recorded on paper yet.
The familiar words and directions did stir some feelings of comfort within you, knowing it almost off by heart. Even in your mind you could picture wielding such tools of destruction, even without ever being inside of a Unfiltered Combat Suit. But you had fired small arms before, pistols, rifles and a guard even let you fire off an entire belt from his machine gun at the range once. You smiled at the memory, glancing up just in time to see only a few minutes remained. Wasting no time you neatly returned the booklets to their rightful place and made a quick pace to the parade grounds.
Out in the sparce white hallways you felt even more alone, marching down winding corridors made it seem like you were within an endless white expanse. The pale tiles lit up by the long tube lights above. It wasn't long before you encountered the first sigh of life, the squeak of a radio chirped down the hallway as you began turning a corner and spotted the guard on duty. Sitting at a desk besides a thick and daunting vault door was Guardsman Churvik.
