Moons of Tripoli
ďThis is the first world Iíve ever been to, except Earth. Colonel Kwan says
itís called Tripoli because weíre marines, but I think the three moons might
have something to do with it. We can breathe the air, but itís pretty thin and
smells like wet ash. It leaves a taste in my mouth, so I keep my helmet on and
the filters running when Iím outside.
ďThereís not much life here, just the sticky orange fuzz that clumps on the ground. The Professor Ė Corporal Krieger Ė he says that itís a complex life form, like lichen. I never thought of scum on the rocks as complex. Iíve seen some orange and black centipede-like things that scurry about and burrow in the ground. Got some wicked barbs that arenít supposed to be poisonous, but Iím not going out without my boots on. Iíve seen a couple of four-legged scorpion-things as big as my fist. Some real nasty pincers there; and the things have better camouflage than any chameleon.
ďWe donít know exactly where we are. Thatís classified. The Professor says thatís crap because there were only two habitable Ė if you call it that here Ė planets ever surveyed with three moons, and the sun here only matches one of them. He says this has to be [CENSORED] and the stars back him up, but I canít tell Arcturus from Deneb, so I donít know.
ďGunny says we shouldnít worry about it. We have a lot to do, setting up this base for the Fleet. He says the world could have been charted after the war started by one of the scouting forces. At least the gravity is pretty low. Corporal Grabowski keeps complaining about the grav, but heís from Mars. Weíre an integrated unit now.
ďThe novelty of the place is already running thin. I came here to fight, not build and guard some base with crappy camouflage. Iíve been in the Corps nearly two years and Iíve never fired a shot at the enemy. Wish the green bastards would show up so I could waste their asses back to wherever they came from.Ē
- found among the personal effects of Lance Corporal Lawrence Bouchard, Confederation Marines. Golden Starburst, posthumous. KIA January 12, 2256.
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