“On the surface, the sunrise is never this... beautiful...” Aaron started to think. A morning on a Everest class carrier, would probably be a exciting experience for most civilians, but after so much training, it had become quite mundane. This morning however was different, there was a feeling of excitement that hung in the air. These greenhorns were being shipped off to base, no other reason except for that high command had ordered in increase in troops at all bases across the border.
“Well...I suppose I’ll be the one to break the silence.” Chase said as he munched on his energy bar. “Anyone else notice how these are nothing like the movies?”
“What are you talking about?” Jace responded in his usually angry-morning attitude.
“You know...in all those war movies, there’s always a slight hum from the engines you can hear inside these things.” .... “Eh, forget you gu” Chase started but was interrupted as the intercom started.
“Hello passengers of the Dreary Morning Express, this is your captain speaking. We are now flying over the border, routine action of course, just, if we may, could we have a few moments of silence for any ships who strayed too close to the DMZ.
“Hopefully we won’t be one of those.” Aaron starting thinking again. All he could really do was look around the cabin. Same grey metal broken up by the few viewports dotted around. Closer to the door, the go lights for Jet-Troops. It was quite the sterile environment, supposedly clean enough for emergency surgeries of troops directly after battle. Aaron was getting quite tired of the peaceful silence, and longed for once familiar sounds of battle. The last Confederate war ended when he was just 10, old enough to recall the sounds of battle as the enemy neared closer to his village. Eventually the entire population had to be evacuated, as the Clones we marching right towards them. He was originally a "Pene," or someone living on the Scandinavian Peninsula. He was relocated to Central City, with his mother and aunts. He later found out his father had died in one of the final battles of the war. Since then, along with a majority of the population, he hated everything about the clones. He's hunger for battle was somewhat subdued during training, but he still longed for revenge. As he looked around the compartment, he realized that everyone here, most of them about his age, must have had their own, possibly tragic, stories has him.
“Alright, thank you everyone, carry on” His thoughts were interrupted by the intercom once again.
“Well, now that that’s done we can get back to our conversa...” Chase was again cut off, this time by Kev.
“Hey, I have a great idea, how about we shut up until we get there! And I try to get some sleep!”
Good idea, Aaron thought, once again, as he nodded off...at least for a few minutes...