F13 Shortstory: Part 1
Once again, it's 5 months old; I hate anything I've done that's older than a month; maybe you'll like it.
May 5, 2509
We’ve been drilling for weeks. They won’t tell us why, they ask if we’d desert if it was something horrible, and we always answer “No, sir.” They’d send the Hunters after us if we deserted.
May 9, 2509
The drills are harder and harder to accomplish each week. Last week we had to swim 10 miles in laps around the lake in full armor, this week it’s 20 with extra ammo and equipment. The Destroyers’ jetpacks propel them in the water, they don’t have to swim. Fyre-arms are only good for floats.
May 22, 2509
These drills are getting a lot harder and harder. First 10 miles in full armor, then 20 in full equipment, then pulling the non-aquatic vehicles 10 miles, then the tanks 20 miles. This can’t go on.
Michael didn’t finish his last lap, he’s been warned that if that ever happens again, he’ll face consequences. F12 consequences are nothing compared to Faction 13’s consequences.
Part 2 Wednesday. I'm stretching it out a bit because i can't make these posts shorter or display as excerpts on the home page. I may fix this issue soon.