• Western Gaia - Sands of Tiban
    2400 Friday, 1200 ::Thirty minutes after Oscar Mike from battle fleet Alpha::
    35* F
    Mission: Pegasus.
    Lieutenant Tucker Freezen
    2nd Gaian Task Force, 5th battalion, A company, fifth platoon, third squad

    Tucker felt the IFT shudder as artillery hit near it, and he groaned as the screams were heard from an unlucky half-track. The men around Tucker looked all to young, and he frowned when one of the men seemed to be praying. "God isn't going to get him anywhere here..." he said with a hostile voice. Once more the IFT shuddered and he was thrown from side to side. His CO, Captain Rogers started to scream at the driver, what he was saying, Tucker never knew, the artillery blasts were drowning out his sense of hearing.

    As fast as he had gotten into the IFT, he was thrown out. The door had dropped, without him noticing, and at that moment, a artillery shell had come down right ontop of the cockpit of the IFT. Thrown out of the IFT, Randy groaned and tumbled on the ground. Slowly, he stood up and looked around the area he was in. His head hurt with massive pain, and he stared at the half track that had housed him not a few minutes before. The bodies of his squad were still laying inside when he had turned around. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he turned quickly and fell to his knees. Letting his feelings get the better of him, Tucker started to bleed tears. His eye became soaked with hot tears of pain and suffering.

    Other half-tracks were passing by him, and Tucker soon stood up, his tears still staining his face. As he began to run, he noticed the other blackened hulls of IFTs and Half tracks that dotted the country. Shaking his head, now angry, he sprinted forward, and made his way slowly up to the barricades. The parked IFTs and Half-tracks overwhelmed the barricade, and it was almost impossible to get through without running into at least one of them. He slid up to the wall, and leaned against it. Then, he noticed his first lieutenant sitting beside him. "lieutenant, the Captain's de-" Tucker began, before the Lieutenant fell over, a gush of blood erupting from his head.

    "Holy s**t!" Tucker cried, and jumped up. and stumbled backwards. His mind was tangled in a sea of forgetfulness, and his thoughts were clouded by pain and loss. Soon, he stumbled so bad, he fall backwards and lost his vision. Soon after he had fallen, artillery shells began to hit the ground rapidly around him. Dirt flew into the air, and the deafness of war had come back to him. "Oh god, oh god!" he screamed as he huddled into a ball, hiding under a blown half-track. Screams were audible, radio ops were shouting in coordinates to their commanders, medics were running frantically, and commanders were helplessly tossed into the worst predicament possible. the artillery shells were tearing apart the task force.

    Tucker couldn't lie to himself, he was scared far beyond what he normally was. Things were falling all around him, his world was falling apart, and the values of war were losing their touch. He frantically groped the ground as he thought about his girl back home, Sarah. He tried hard to remember her, and found no peace in knowing that she was so far. He wished he could hear her voice again, touch her once more, see her face, talk to her once more. He missed her so much, and he finally realized, he was never going to see her again. Things were going to hell out in the field, and the Gaians were suffering one set back after another...not at all...something he thought he was going to survive...right?