Again, after the long, tiring week, we all line up on the battle ground. Man by man. Line by line. We stand dead as a plank. Heads facing front, arms by our side. We get ready to see what we have to do this week for space training. Our space commander comes out the front, stands on his hovering plat form, presses a button and gets launch 50 feet in the air so he can see us all standing there ready for our orders. “MEN! Today, we will be getting ready for our attack against the Uzmo’s, our enemies for many years now” shouted the commander. “SIR YES SIR” we all replied.
We all start marching down the ground, going through the large door at the end, picking up a laser gun on the way. We were entering the shooting range. Large targets shaped like Uzmo’s. We start practising our aiming and quickness to reload. I look at my laser gun, this heavy, black gun that radiates heat when shot. It can take the head off the targets when shot precisely on target. I’ve always wondered if it would do that in real life, to real Uzmo’s.
After shooting practice, the commander lets us off to go home. I get my stuff and head on home. I walked to the far side of the academy to get my shuttle craft home. On the shuttle home, I over hear some people talking, talking about an attack on the other side of the city from a large group of Uzmo’s. I knew what was coming next time I stepped into the War Academy, they would make us fight those vicious Uzmo’s, make us go to war. I knew this day would come, I just didn’t know when it would come. I always knew that one day, me, the outsider, would become something more, I would be able to make someone of myself. This is my chance, my chance for popularity, my chance to be known.
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