Journey's through space aren't as glamorous as shows and movies would have you believe. All non-essential personnel, in reality, are cryo'd, and only awoken in emergencies, or when one arives at their destination.

  So, when Nivka got in the pod, she steadied herself mentally, and got in. Less then a minute later, a popsicle was made, and travel began.

  She awoke on time, slowly de-thawing. The ship's AI ran diagnostics on each newly awakening person, making sure medical personnel were on standby.

  It took 5 minutes to be thawed and out. She felt nauseous, as usual, and sat. Their pads and the like were provided, and she went in and checked the situation ground side.

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  All was well, and evacuations were proceeding. A month, and then it would be the military's show. For now, it was cleaning up a bit, and preparation work. Droll, but good for training her greenies.

  When the two corporals finally got over themselves, and whatever they were doing, she called them over.

  "Jameson, Zerra, get something to eat, and meat me in the mech storage area. Were checking our rides ourselves, then we get our weapons. I don't expect contact, but it pays to be cautious. Get moving, and bring me something."

  "Yes sir." They said, and headed off. They were green, but they would do fine. She focused back on reports, and thought about their plan.

  Step one was to get in contact with the 61st, and get their moving orders. Second was getting her fireteam properly trained. 3rd, find a supplier for her cigarettes cus she had ran out a while ago.

  She hoped this campaign would be smooth. No surprises, no orbital bombardment. Fuck, last campaign, nukes were fired planetside...

  If that didn't tell you how shit things were going, there you go...