Before Volker Weingartner was hauptmann of the 212th Division of the Border Force, he was a teacher at Vollmond Elementary. Rather, he was a professor, holding first a degree in psychology and then numerous degrees in literature ranging from Capricornian folklore to classical Signum epics before finally attaining a degree in military tactics. Nothing tooContinue reading “16.1: Captain, 0500 Insubordination”
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15.5: Second Lieutenant, 0310 Captured
Unoccupied Territory, Argoan-Capricornian Border Death was like a bad whiskey. Drink enough of it—get exposed enough to it—and you got used to it. Sometimes forgot about it. The bitter taste of it lessened into something shrugged at, maybe grimaced at lightly in passing. The line, smudged. Until it was someone you knew. Someone you reallyContinue reading “15.5: Second Lieutenant, 0310 Captured”
15.3: Lance Corporal, 0610 Enemy Encounter
Unoccupied Territory, Argoan-Capricornian Border Grenadier Klaus Kleine was accustomed to seeing dead bodies. He’d seen his first five years ago in his city-town of Buchstadt before he’d even been officially deployed. That day, the newspapers had praised Capricornian victory against an Argoan onslaught from Abschnitt 45 to 51, pushing forth celebrations all across the country.Continue reading “15.3: Lance Corporal, 0610 Enemy Encounter”
15.2: Combat Medic, 0705 Head Trauma
Unoccupied Territory, Argoan-Capricornian Border Underground doctor-turned-combat medic—Sanitäter as the rank was called in Capricornian—Nico Fabrizzio’s mind was always full of ‘what if’s. For example—what if Cadence was his little sister? What if flowers fell from the sky instead of snowflakes—instead of ash? What if conductors didn’t exist? What if the pictures at the theater wereContinue reading “15.2: Combat Medic, 0705 Head Trauma”
15.1: Advisor, 0001 Log Open
Unoccupied Territory, Argoan-Capricornian Border “—stop bullshitting, Vogt.” “It’s the truth…” “Stein’s right. Why in saint’s name would you lie about something like that? What’s wrong with you?” “Fischer, it’s the truth!” “Like how you said it wasn’t you who woke up screaming about the damn Aquarians three nights ago?” A cackle. “Vogt’s still dreaming aboutContinue reading “15.1: Advisor, 0001 Log Open”
14.4: Soldier, 0000 Miscalculation
Unoccupied Territory, Argoan-Capricornian Border From his perch in the trees, Capricornian Oberleutnant Werner Waltz scanned the clearing through his scope. Bodies littered the marshy ground below, painted over with silver from the moonlight slithering in between the skeleton forestry. The light could not pierce through the fog that crept along the fallen leaves and branches.Continue reading “14.4: Soldier, 0000 Miscalculation”
12.2: A Duet Between a Soldier and Advisor
Twin Cities, Gemini Pulling Sefu closer to herself, Atienna tuned her ears to the sound of the small footsteps drawing nearer from down the road. Yulia sank to her knees, arms widespread. A beat after, a familiar boy flew into the woman’s arms from the side of the street. He wrapped his arms around herContinue reading “12.2: A Duet Between a Soldier and Advisor”
11.2: Werner’s (Fidato) Command
Twin Cities, Gemini Werner Waltz opened his eyes. He immediately assessed his surroundings. He was lying on a firm bed; there was a sharp, antiseptic smell in the air; it was dim; and there was a brass sound trilling through the air. Saxophone. A record. He was injured, clearly, given the soreness at the backContinue reading “11.2: Werner’s (Fidato) Command”
9.[]-2: A Soldier’s Promise (di un Amico), 2
Twin Cities, Gemini Gilbert was guided by a hand on the arm through a back hallway and down a series of crisscrossing steps. He was not accustomed to covert operations so he fumbled his way forwards bumping into walls and tables alike. Eventually, they slipped into a room divided into multiple sections by silk draperies.Continue reading “9.[]-2: A Soldier’s Promise (di un Amico), 2”
9.[]-1 : A Soldier’s Promise (di un Amico), 1
Twin Cities, Gemini Gilbert Wolff had never been an overachiever. He’d never been an ‘underachiever’ either. Just an achiever. He didn’t really put much thought into it when he was younger but all the people he’d hung out with at the time thought he was ‘cool.’ Whatever that meant. Didn’t matter much when his mother’dContinue reading “9.[]-1 : A Soldier’s Promise (di un Amico), 1”
Six Chances 