The Battle of New Seattle

   As we were nearing the drop point, I could only hear two things: the sound of the battlefield and my own heartbeat. My comrades, armbrothers and sisters and my superiors were all silent. A couple soldiers were tending to their weapons, making sure they were fit for battle. Others were looking around just as anxiously as I was. I made eye contact with some of them. I could almost read their minds like a book through their eyes.

   I was hoping they couldn't read mine, but judging from the sympathetic expressions on their faces, they probably could. It was obvious that none of us wanted to be there. We were forced to join the army when that fascist b***h took all the power for herself. What was our prosperous nation before, became a warmongering dictatorship.

   I wasn't new to battle, I've fought in many. But I feared the end of my existence more and more after each of them. Although, it wasn't my death that concerned me. It was my family and what they would do after I die. I had a loving husband and two adopted daughters. I was about to recall all our good times together before the new regime, but I was interrupted. We have arrived to our destination, the pilot announced.

   The shuttle door opened and we were given the signal to jump. Here we go again, I said to myself, then I jumped out of the aircraft. As I was falling, I could see the whole battle unfold below me. It was chaos in its truest form. The enemy were pushing forward towards the blockade we set up near the east border of New Seattle. Our ground troops holding the blockade were outnumbered, yet they were doing rather well. We, who came with the shuttles, were partisans. Our job was to land behind the enemy and attack them from there, so they had to fight from both sides.
   We opened our parachutes and eventually landed on the ground, immediately beginning our attack. We charged through the forest, taking down any enemy trooper that was unfortunate enough to be caught in our path of destruction. When we got to the open field, we were immediately bombarded by enemy artillery. I was fortunate enough to get into cover fast enough, but some were not.
   I watched as a man whom I recognized as the new private I met just yesterday, was hit. He flew backwards with his leg and arm torn off from his body. His other limbs bended in unnatural ways when he hit the ground, almost as if every bone he had has been shattered. He landed just a few feet away from me. I could see his half closed, lifeless but frightened eyes looking right into mine. This shocking sight caused adrenaline to pump through my veins and my instincts took control from my reason. I became a warmachine made of flesh and blood.
   I charged forward towars the hill where the artillery bombarding us was set up, while screaming at the top of my lungs. It seemingly inspired my comrades, as they did the same, following my lead. Our numbers gradually decreased, as the artillery fire didn't cease. Eventually we reached the top. I aimed my weapon at the closest enemy trooper I could see, then I pulled the trigger. It unleashed a short round of bullets into his direction, rendering him dead on impact. His colleague next to him suffered the same fate, as did the other enemy troops that were there.
   We took the hill for ourselves and turned the artillery against its former owners. The odds were in our favor now and many of us shared the same opinion of the outcome of the battle. Our victory.

September 20, 2075