Kal-Venku

The soldier's eyes shot open, looking from side to side, seeing the familiar room of the medical bay of his ship. He sat up; gasping for air, his left hand resting on his left abdomen, surprised at the fact there was no bullet wound. He looked around surprised that Dr. Chakwas wasn't in the room with him. He groaned, sliding from the bed and onto his feet. He rolled his shoulders, again surprised of the lack of bullet wound. "Commander Shepard, I am surprised to see you up so soon." A female voice came from behind him. Shepard turned to face one of his oldest friends, Dr. Chakwas. He smiled, "Karen, I told you that you could call me Marcus.

Day One The morning light crept into the bedroom, shining in on Marcus' face, causing him to groan. His alarm clock went off, making it's annoying noise, making Marcus sigh, getting up. He sat in the bed, rubbing his eyes as he woke up. He got up, turning off the alarm. He knew his roommate could hear it, and he didn't want to wake him up. He then dropped, started his morning push-ups. The six years in the military didn't wear off of him that easily. He counted up to fifty, then rolled over to do his sit-ups. His run could wait until Monday, it was the weekend and he had to do inventory and cleaning of his weapons. He finished his sit-ups an

Venku stood on top of a hill, looking down at troopers matching up it in a double line formation with full battle gear on, all carrying semi-automatic rifles marksman carbines. Seven weeks ago when he had first started training the troopers, they had almost no standardized weapon. Most carried a semi-automatic 'Service Rifles'; they called them, while other carried bolt action rifles and single shotguns. A few had went out and bought hunting shotguns and large caliber bolt action rifles. One even bought an anti-material rifle, which Venku laughed at because the rifle was bigger than the man. Their training was almost non-existent, and moral w

Dinui walked into the headquarters, slinging her rifle over her shoulder. She walked up to the front desk, taking her helmet off. She looked around for someone, waving down a NCR trooper, who looked at her strangely before walking over to her. "How can I help you, ma'am?" He asked, looking at her. Dinui wore her red hair short, most of it in a bun. Her green eyes looking at the young man, barely out of his teens, looking back at her, staring at her. "I am looking for a Major Knight. Sergeant Foley told my captain and I to check in with him. The captain is cleaning up his armor from the fire fight we helped your men out." Dinui said, resting