>You remember the day as if it was yesterday..
>The cold winds of tarsonis five seemed to blow harder that day as you entered the court house.
>you remember the cold slam of the judges gavel as it stamped down your fate
>2 years of neural resocialization, 30 years of mandatory military service
>a gravely voice came from the judge's bench" There is no doubt in my mind that your sentence is just and deserved, have you anything to say before we submit you to processing?"
"Yes, make sure to put me in the most dangerous unit you can, because i never want to see that slut's face again."
>"granted. John, give him the gas and take him down to the center"
>"sure thing, chief" a cold face said as a damp rag slid over your mouth, it's acrid fumes causing you to pass out.
....
>When you awoke you found yourself handcuffed to a chair, with several other men in the same orange clothing as you.
>"prisoners, your new life begins soon! after our brainwas- I mean neural re-socialization sessions, you will find yourselves to be better then just the average joe! you'll be trained soldiers, without even knowing it!" yelled the strange man at the front of the room.
>the strange man walked over to a glass pod on the wall, caressing it like it was his sex partner.
>"over the course of two years, your mind will be altered, your memories and personality will remain the same. but we will be putting stuff in, stuff you'll need to know. The best thing? these are hyper-sleep pods.. you'll wake up two years from now and feel like you slept overnight"
>unable to remain silent any longer your urge to ask finally breaks through
"what will you do with us then?"
>the man slowly turned around, shooting an angry glare at you for a moment before his features softened.
>"you'll be absorbed into the 322nd expeditionary force."
"what do they do?"
>he sighs for a moment, obviously bored to tears from the question you asked
>"You'll be sent with your squadmates to explore distant systems, for whatever reasons they tell you to. The commander has sent everything up to a battalion just for scouting though.. so, it'll be a coin toss as to how many people will be accompanying you"
>he turns back to his explanation of how the pod works, you phase him out
>his words echo in your mind for several minutes, only interrupted by him telling you that you are to be placed in the pod
>you think of resisting but the armed guards convince you otherwise, so you comply, stepping into the pod.