FollowLink to previous chapters Chapter 7 Hang ‘Em High I walked the line, making sure my troops were dug in and ready in case the Arvenoid assault came early. It was a formality, really, as my platoon sergeant, César Hurtado, had already seen to the deployment. But they had hammered it into us in OCS …
It started the way every war story does: in a crappy bar with a grizzled veteran saying, “This is no shit.” The bar was Xeno’s, one of the numerous shitholes on the lower levels of Shackleton Station, a favorite of military operators, both active and inactive. The veteran looked old enough to be the latter, …