September 10, 2230, Gliese 581, New Samarkand, Sogdia
September 10, 2230, Gliese 581, New Samarkand, Sogdia“It’s like the worst damned concert in the world,” muttered Lieutenant Cabrina Pena.
The drumbeat of explosions and gunshots continued, and despite the audio filters in her helmet, the vibrations seeped from the ground into her exoskeleton and then to her body. Her ears would probably be ringing for a day, and her muscles would ache for a while.
She’d never complain about long stretches of boredom again.
She’d never complain about long stretches of boredom again.Her ears also itched. That was an exo design flaw they needed to address. If a soldier was in the middle of the battle and couldn’t disengage their arms from the exo’s interface, he or she just had to suffer the annoying d
