[Blackronin]

The universe is big and dangerous. Or not. Corporal Steinderd blew the cigarette's smoke in a thin fast line. The smoke moved in strange forms. Alien. As the air was alien around him. From the five thousand men that arrived with him at this hell hole, less than five hundred were still with the force. The others were dead or missing in action. Deserters. Almost all, he would guess. The boys who didn't know how to suffer. Someone wrote that sentence in the bunker's wall in front of him. Corporal Steinderd spit. He looked at his right arm. No hand in it. Just the sensors and devices to fit a energy weapon. And he provided the energy. Why was it that everybody whined about the lost hand? Well, time to go. Another perimeter guard, another day. The few Komorasthi still in the planet doing guerrilla would soon be destroyed and after that he would be very glad to help hunt down the deserters...