There was a ceremony when she graduated this BCT. There always was. Then there was tge handing out of duty assignments.

  She looked at hers, and sighed. She was heading back out to another colony to try and stem the tide. It wasn't even interesting, looking at new worlds anymore. You've seen one UEG colony, you've likely seen em all.

  Oh, there were differences, but she'd been around the block. She knew that there was, in tge grand scheme of things, very little variety. The only true differences were in brand new colonies. Those on the frontier. Those were nice look at.

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  But, for the Corporals she was leading, it would be brand new. They were promoted, like everyone else to a new rank. Why? She Han no clue. Separation of units? To show that we were this and they were that?

  She had no clue. They were heading to the 61st armored, and from reports, the first shots have yet to be fired. We were to act as mobile armored support for the regular armored. Something like a light tank, she guessed.

  They were headed out on the first outbound ship with some engineers to help maintain the Mk9's. We all met briefly as the transport ship was loaded with parts, ammo, and us. The techs then left to make sure that the mechs weren't getting jostled to hard, and she lead her little fireteam to the cryo bay.

  She gave them some encouragement, and told them what to expect along the way. Shen they hit dirtside, she would teach them in earnest. They had alot to learn that the Sims and the training didn't prepare them for.

  She hoped they would all survive this deployment. She hoped that every time. The problem was, shr never had that hope fulfilled.