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Forty Years and a Day

Posted on Mon Jul 10th, 2017 @ 11:39pm by Major Micheal “Red Mike” Saxton
Edited on on Mon Jul 10th, 2017 @ 11:40pm

Mission: STATION BLUES
Location: Oraxa Orbit
Timeline: Current

ON:

Mike sat back comfortably as he looked out the veiwscreen. The Planet below him. According to his briefing it was indeed a total mess. He reviewed the current situation reports and certainly didn't care for the situation at all. The population seem quite fragmented, Usual for a Monocracy. Many years of dealing with these types of conditions always reveled a sharp separation between the very wealthy and the cast out poor. Most of these forms of Government failed miserably. Dynasties either bred themselves out of existence for lack of heirs or the poor just took over and killed everyone they could get their hands on.

The Federation was always in between a rock and a hard place with this kind of Government. Neglected inhabitants struggled to survive and it's ruling party ignored them. Of course trying to improve their status and be granted with Federation protection and recourses would fight the process of humane treatment every step of the way. The issue was tricky. Religion, culture and greed were all factors in the process, the other side being fear, desperation and murderous anger. Who would be recognized in the long run would effect all of them.

Major Saxton was taking command of the Tenth Marine Battalion on Starbase 249. He had served in the Fourth Marine Division many years before, Thirty to be exact and their would most likely be quite a difference in the mission here on the Starbase.

As the huge base came into view Saxton turned his attention back to the Dossier he received from command. It was a brief description of his new unit and mission status. He would reserve judgement until he arrived and took command. There was little intel on Oraxa. He would be briefed by his station commander after he arrived. This was not an independent command for Mike and his efforts would have to be detailed to fit every situation. The support of the station and its mission was the Prime Directive for the Tenth Battalion.

Mike liked the 'hands on feeling' of working a Battalion. He was comfortable with it after Forty Years service.. The runabout would be landing soon. Mike wasn't sure if they knew he was arriving or not. But that wouldn't be the first time he had walked into that situation.

 

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