Polished Memories 1.0

******************** Boot Camp *********************

Humankind has always felt the need to struggle. It’s in our blood, in our bones. Maybe it was ingrained within our DNA when we were but rodents crawling upon the ground, or maybe it was injected into us when the aliens first decided that they would give us a boost up the evolutionary ladder. Or maybe, just maybe, God soaked our souls in the waters of turmoil and strife to force us to make an account of ourselves. Whatever one’s belief, it must be admitted that we do not do well without an enemy. If we don’t have one, we’ll invent one.

After our exit from ETW all that time ago, we found a new place, a new home. There were no enemies here, only unpopulated planets and moons…….the system itself could be enemy enough. So we fought, we worked, we brought terraforming to the worlds, and we forced them to become ours. To become worlds we could live on, survive on. Now that the verse was conquered and there could be a time of peace, it was not enough. We still needed that competition, that enemy. One that we could defeat. One that we could struggle against. Looking around, who would it be?

With humankind being masters of the sky, who could we fight? We found someone….ourselves.

Shepherd’s Chronicles : 2519

----------------------------------------------- BOOT CAMP ------------------------------------------------------

The officer stood in one of the supply huts looking out at the crowd gathering on the assembly grounds. They’d come from all over the verse, Salisbury, Aberdeen, St. Albans, Shadow, even worlds and moons that didn’t have names yet. Still here they were, ready to fight, or to learn how. The Lieutenant paused for a moment and thought, such cattle being led to the slaughter. It was his job to train them, get them ready, the moment was at hand. Time to put on his war face and look mean and nasty before beginning his speech.

The crowd outside was waiting to become soldiers. He would do what he cou