Moons of Tripoli
“This is the first world I’ve ever been to, except Earth. Colonel Kwan says
it’s called Tripoli because we’re marines, but I think the three moons might
have something to do with it. We can breathe the air, but it’s pretty thin and
smells like wet ash. It leaves a taste in my mouth, so I keep my helmet on and
the filters running when I’m outside.
“There’s not much life here, just the sticky orange fuzz that clumps on the
ground. The Professor – Corporal Krieger – he says that it’s a complex life
form, like lichen. I never thought of scum on the rocks as complex. I’ve seen
some orange and black centipede-like things that scurry about and burrow in the
ground. Got some wicked barbs that aren’t supposed to be poisonous, but I’m not
going out without my boots on. I’ve seen a couple of four-legged scorpion-things
as big as my fist. Some real nasty pincers there; and the things have better
camouflage than any chameleon.
“We don’t know exactly where we are. That’s classified. The Professor says
that’s crap because there were only two habitable – if you call it that here –
planets ever surveyed with three moons, and the sun here only matches one of
them. He says this has to be [CENSORED] and the stars back him up, but I can’t
tell Arcturus from Deneb, so I don’t know.
“Gunny says we shouldn’t worry about it. We have a lot to do, setting up this
base for the Fleet. He says the world could have been charted after the war
started by one of the scouting forces. At least the gravity is pretty low.
Corporal Grabowski keeps complaining about the grav, but he’s from Mars. We’re
an integrated unit now.
“The novelty of the place is already running thin. I came here to fight, not
build and guard some base with crappy camouflage. I’ve been in the Corps nearly
two years and I’ve never fired a shot at the enemy. Wish the green bastards
would show up so I could waste their asses back to wherever they came from.”
- found among the personal effects of Lance Corporal Lawrence Bouchard,
Confederation Marines. Golden Starburst, posthumous. KIA January 12, 2256.
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