text: [Themes: sci-fi, science fiction]
  
  You came here to become a colonist, and that's exactly what you would be doing. Had you become a soldier there would have been a heavier eye on you that would have limited the sinister deeds that you had planned out. This would be the best bet in the long run to help out Anna and the faction.
  
  "To be perfectly honest sir, I've seen more than enough for a lifetime. If it'd be ok with you I'd like to settle down as a Colonist and lead a simpler less thrilling life."
  
  The Commander smiles at this. "Yes I understand, there come's a point in a man's life when the life of war becomes to much for him. You out of everyone else must know this, so go on and join the colonists unpacking and talk to their elected official. He'll be the one giving you orders from now on."
  
  You take your leave from the command room as you are excused and go on to look for the official that goes by the name of Jordan. You find him soon enough as you see him ordering around different colonists as more supplies are unloaded and the making of little homes begins it's commencement.
  
  He sees you and greets you by your uniform.
  
  "Can I help you soldier?"
  
  "No longer a soldier. I've been relived from duty by my commander and now I'm one of you. If there's anything that I can do to help." You respond.
  
  "Well if that's the case, go on and help B team start unloading the containers that'll help us start up our green house. Tell the leader of them team that I've assigned you to them from now on." You nod as you take your orders and go help your team.
  
  Days later
  
  Your start getting accustomed to your new life as a colonist, though ironically you're taking more orders now then you've ever done as a soldier. When you first greeted the colonists they asked you a barrage of questions on how life was like on the planet and that if it was safe for children or if the natives were as savage as they were rumored to be. Obviously you gave them the answers that made them fear the planet and the natives the most to try to keep them in a sheltered state of mind. Occasionally you would contact Anna and the crew and leak information like the numbers they had and the type of weapons that were in soldiers possession. You would even just talk to her casually sometimes with the rare occasion that you had any type of free time that didn't involve working. In fact, your team might have been the one that had been assigned with the most work compared to others. Wether or not that was the intention of Jordan was unknown to you.
  
  You were honestly surprised at how friendly all the colonists were though. They were all ambitious in a way just like Anna yet with far less sinister wishes. You already had a multitude of plans to start messing with everything. In fact, when you were building the green house, you tried making as many small tears as you could with a pocket knife in your possession while no one was looking. Wether or not that would make a difference you really didn't know, but you had to start somewhere right?
  
  You kept to yourself most of time even with all the invitations to go and hang out together fro everyone. You almost felt bad that you would wreak havoc among their way of life soon.
  
  Almost.
  
  There were plenty of options that you could start with, you would have to start with them soon in order to get the most out of the work. You could try to volunteer with kitchen duty in order to tamper with the food. Or you could just try to kill them off randomly the old fashioned way if you could pull off the stealth that was needed for that sort of task.
  
  > assasinate the colonists one by one
  Absolutely nothing sparked more fear then a little random death inside a place that someone called home. Every colonist had also been issued their own knife for various purposes such as utility and a last line of defense. The five inched blade wouldn't really do much against the beasts or natives, but it would be perfect enough to cut the throats of any human colonist.
  
  With your plan set and ready, you waited for the night to start away with your plan. The leaders of colony had assigned everyone to live in communal rooms where beds were stacked in bunks while forming rows. Each room held around six bunks so a total of twelve people shared a room with you. This was supposed to be temporary until the more personal housing units were build by the builder teams.
  
  Most of the people who shared your room were apart of the electrical team, killing them would be sure to cause some more bigger problems down the road that wouldn't even need you to do anything.
  
  Waiting until twelve, you made sure everyone was dead asleep. You had to wait another hour then you had anticipated since some cunt was jerking off in his top bunk for a good while, thinking that nobody could hear him even with the rhythmic creaking of his bed.
  
  Silently getting out of your own bottom bunk, you climbed up the ladder to the top portion of it to see a woman sleeping peacefully. Taking out the blade, you placed one hand against her mouth with other slowly inserting the blade into the side of her throat.
  
  Her eyes instantly shot open as her body started wiggling around to try and throw you off. However you had already spread out your entire body to keep her pinned down but her screams were escaping her hands. She managed to bite down on your palm as you took it back in pain, only for her screams to start echoing around the room until they just turned into gurgles as she became weaker. It was already to late however as you could sense that a few people had waken up.
  
  The light suddenly turned on as a few eyes narrowed on you in annoyance at what had just happened.
  
  "What the fuck are you doing on the top of her bunk?" One of the colonists asks you angrily.
  
  "Sorry, it was anal." You sheepishly excuse.
  
  There's a snort of laughter, and the man just rolls his eyes in annoyance.
  
  Well just fucking ke....Wait a minute, holy fuck there's blood all over your face!"
  
  Well fuck, here you were thinking that you would get out of his scott free.
  
  Jumping down from the bunk, you go after the closest person with your knife and wildly start stabbing hopes that you could kill everyone in the bunk room before suspicions were to arise. Though in your moment of frenzy, you failed to remember that these colonists also had knives on them.
  
  While finishing your stab attack on a now dead teenage boy, you feel a sharp pain in the back of your neck as you gurgle out in reflex.
  
  All goes black soon after.