September 24, 2230, Gliese 581, New Samarkand, Sogdia
September 24, 2230, Gliese 581, New Samarkand, SogdiaDamir Sokov was sitting in a dusty chair in the middle of a bombed-out store on the edge of the city, flexing his hands. Nervous energy suffused his body, making him want to jump out of his seat despite the rebel soldiers surrounding him.
He was having trouble focusing on the squad briefing even with the major operation coming up. The rebellion was going well, far better than he’d expected at the start of the month, but there were different metrics for success. If what he’d been told had been true, they wouldn’t still be fighting.
His commander gestured to three holographic maps displaying different parts of the city. The Free Samarkand Army’s surprise offensive had pushed the Army
