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Pvt. Callaway
Squad 04

Well, first day in the new unit and she was already tasked with hard labor. But, it was done now, and this was the military. Expecting anything less would be like asking a Darcsen their last name. Racist as that was, she never held anything against the Darcsens. Perhaps they were just misunderstood. She didn't buy into the whole "sins of the father" philosophy. That was a very unfair thing about society. Life was what you made of it, not what someone else made you out to be. Veronica took a deep sigh and looked at the armor on the APC. Well, it wasn't sparkling and polished, but it was cleaner than when it got here. The Sergeant was pleased, so that was ruling enough that the work was done.

Callaway's stomach growled and that gave her the next mission of the day: Food acquisition. She unrolled her sleeves and went to the restroom on the way to splash water on her face before heading into the mess hall. Usually, squads had stuck together during meal time. It was what happened. But Veronica had only just gotten into her new squad. She sat down at an empty table and then realized that there would be no one to join her. She looked at all the empty spaces, somberly realizing that no one of her old unit that she had trained together with would show up. Squad Thirteen was no more, and she figured she was the only survivor of the engagement out in that old rural and muddy town. She looked down at her tray and started eating, resigning herself to be alone for this once since she was already here without realizing it.
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