21 BBT, Pryatlou, Central Kalgyul Administration, frontier world with the Sulgry’s State Junta
In a small military base lost in the remoteness of a expansive desert, the routine continues as usual, with the marching steps of soldiers tembling through the floor into the rooms of the many youngsters accomodated there, until their recruitment and drafting.
“Wake up, slackers! Met up at the center in 5 minutes, or you will clean bathrooms the rest of the day!”
The usual routine.
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“Now, I think everyone is here. Today is a special day, annual drafting! Everyone who is 10 years old, go to that side, where the Sr. Goadoy is. Everyone who isn’t, we’ll be running around the camp, constant rhythm everyone, no slowing down.”
Half of the group parted ways there. Every year, all 10 years olds get recruited from military bases all around the CKA and drafted far away, some to continue training, some others as cannon fodder for the ongoing conflicts with the SSJ.
Some resistance could be seen from people whose excuses left much to desire, but ultimately, the drafting went on without much more problem.
Except, the day at Pryatlou wouldn’t go as smoothly as expected.
Alarms started screeching through out the base, those same alarms that orchestrated sound for invasion drills, whoever, this time, no reassuring voice announcing the drill was present amongst the noise.
Chaos erupts, with running soldiers both towards and away of the threat, however the base is surrounded. The young trrarrusian, as many of his age, run away with their guns in place in panic, even though there’s nowhere to run.
After some time, conflict starts between CKA and SSJ soldiers towards eastwards of the base, as the young trrarrusian hides in a shed a few hundred meters from the main building.