The Recovery
New Civic, humanities great hope. It's great walls separate it form the rest of the outside world. Another set of walls separate the inner city from the outer. And, closer to the center on a plateau, where once was just more flat land, stood the Recovery Force Head Quarters. Full of Helicopter pads, barracks, other facilities to train and garrison a reasonable force.
Outside the city law for towns, and some settlements beyond that.
On occasion a helicopter landed or took off from one of the landing pads on the plateau, transporting units and supplies for efforts to reclaim the land.
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Lieutenant, now Commander, Terish Shepherd sat at his desk going over personnel files.
He was just given a command and had to put together his own team. There were no rules to what rank needed to be in his team, but he needed people with experience. Sadly, most people with experience are already in a team.
He sighed. All he had was rookies, too green to do anything.
He went back to skimming the personnel files and come across one that was very interesting.
He rubbed his chin in thought. "Why hasn't anyone snatched you up yet?" he wondered allowed.
He set the file into a 3rd pile before continuing through the rest.
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Gesha was just getting done at the ballistics range when she was approached by an officer.
"Private Grace." The man said. It didn't sound much a question.
"Yes sir." She said, standing straighter in front of the man.
"You're to report to Commander Shepherd's office at 1300."
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"Private Redfeather." Came a commanding voice.
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