Blind fear seizes you; you try to pull yourself out, but you can feel the bog tugging back, gripping you strongly by the hips and pulling you further down. Porn “Drone!” he shouts, not even having time to raise his laser rifle before the shock wave thumps him in the chest and flings him down onto his back in the muck. The colonels and captains at the Ops Center are bubbling with excitement when the video feed from Supreme HQ in Xaron goes live. Before you can even utter a warning cry to your fellow troopers, you disappear into the dank, torpid waters with a loud splash. He cinches a belt around his waist; attached to it are a sheathed 6 inch combat knife and a water bottle. Weighed down and clanking with all their extra gear, the teenage troopers march to the jumping off point; once there, they have several hours of standing in formation
