The Whistle Blew Out It's Shrill Order Before An Officer Shouted From Somewhere Along The Line. "Up And

The whistle blew out it's shrill order before an officer shouted from somewhere along the line. "Up and over lads!"

Which sound was worse he could not say. Both held equal dread for a man and yet still they all did their duty and clambered to the top. Up and over to see what they could do in the never-ending tug-of-war of taking and retaking the same trenches. As always, the UC Highlanders were the first over the top. The first into the fray. Brothers and sisters fell all around him. To his left and to his right, but still they pressed onwards into the fire with a bravery few could ever hope to possess. "Mech!" Someone cried out and he just caught the sight of the machine coming up over the crest of the hill before it let loose a hellstorm of missiles in their direction. - He didn't remember much of what happened after that. Only that he was sent arse over end when the missiles hit and darkness. Coming to now he tried his best to move but found himself entangled in a mess of barbed wire. Oh, bloody hell. This wasn't good. He'd seen a few poor bastards go out this way -entangled and trapped with no hope of rescue- and he had no desire to be one of them. He gave another tug of his arm only to feel the barbed wire rip into his skin through his uniform. Oh, no. He didn't think he was getting out of this one so easily. The battle at least seemed to be over. Both Freestar and UC bodies alike littered the fields of no man's land and too many bodies of his fellow highlanders for his liking but numbered just the same Freestar soldiers. He had a little time to access his situation. Taking a look over himself he felt fortunate to have his limbs still intact, but as his gaze traveled down his left arm, he noticed he was missing a couple fingers, steady stream of blood flowing still. It only made him try to escape once more, but the wire just cut deeper into him, tangled worse around him. He wasn't getting out of this on his own. Lowering his head in defeat he realized how woozy he felt all of a sudden, his hair wet with muddy water and blood falling into his eyes like messy black yarn made him feel like a twisted sort of scarecrow, all trussed up in barbed wire.

Starfield: The Colony War (closed)

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