text: [Themes: sci-fi, war]
  
  You actually weren't planning on being offered to join back in the ranks of a grunt. This would help tremendously though, you would no doubt be supplied with weapons. The colonists would also be in a way intimidated about you since you had some sort of higher authority. You would be able to cause much more mayhem and destruction this way compared to just being in the same situation and rank as the colonists.
  
  "Yes sir, I'd like it very much if I could rejoin the cause and help with fighting against the pirate menace. I've been itching to get back into the fight for so long."
  
  The commander smiles at this while he nods.
  
  "Yes, I've had that feeling many times before whenever I've felt the need to retire. You're welcome back with open arms private. Go on to the barracks and get yourself situated with the rest of the troops, I be calling everyone for a briefing soon."
  
  You give your commander a salute as you take your leave.
  
  Weeks later.
  
  You've been getting used to the life of a soldier. You seemed to have already gained instant respect with your 'harrowing' backstory. You had to fake a sort of machoism personality while keeping to only a few words so you wouldn't mess it up.
  
  The times that you didn't have any responsibilites was when you would contact Anna and the rest of the crew to catch up on things and give information on the numbers that this colony had and it's weapons capacity.
  
  You just couldn't really connect with these soldiers or colonists as well as you did with your mates. Their trust for you grew nevertheless the longer that you stayed. Mostly you just patrolled for remaining hostile pirates. It seems as if peace was trying to be negotiated with the natives, who had just been through a major war that left most of their people devastated and homeless. Apparently a female human was in charge of a good majority of them so communicating with the natives was at least feasible.
  
  You'v been equipped with a rifle and a hulking suit of power armor that had all sorts of devices such as laser vision and other various types along with the helmet also acting as a gas mask. You would need to figure out a way to get these to your troops, this could change the tide of battle tremendously.
  
  When you weren't assigned patrols, you were instead put to look after colonists to insure their safety as they performed various duties. You took note on the ones that seemed to be easily swayed over by judging their personality.
  
  One was a nerdy looking fellow by the name of Jared. He spent his free time playing video games with his holo lens that he had brought from Earth. The other was a woman by the name of Jasmine who seemed to gravitate around you a lot whenever you were assigned to her team that usually worked in the greenhouses.
  
  You could probably threaten or persuade on of them to do your bidding in helping to sabotage their colony in exchange for admittence into your faction.
  
  > Recruit Jared
  Jared seemed like a much more suitable candidate, with how much of a loser he seemed to be it would be easy to manipulate him to do your bidding. It was easy to find him, he had been assigned to one of the more easier teams and spent any of his free time in the recreation room using his holo lens in some corner away from everyone else.
  
  Walking up to him, you initiated conversation to try to get his attention.
  
  "What's up Jared?"
  
  His eyes dart around a little bit until he turns off the light of the holo lens to be able to see clearly.
  
  "Oh its you, am I being assigned to anything?"
  
  "No, no it's not anything like that. I've just wondering what you're up too."
  
  Jared raises a eyebrow as he gives you a 'the fuck?' kind of look before muttering a reply.
  
  "Just playing one of my games...?"
  
  "Is it one of those shooter type games?" Fuck it really felt like talking to a rock, this was harder than you had anticipated.
  
  "Do you need something?" His voice grows more annoyed as you know you have to skip right to the chase.
  
  "Have you ever wanted to do more with your life then just sit there and play games all day?"
  
  He shrugs that off.
  
  "Not really, I'm only doing this shit because my parents wanted me out of the house so they signed me up for one the colonist expeditions without me knowing. Government boys picked me up a few days later and all I could sneak on board was this. I'm actually hoping that I can find a way to get off this shitty planet as soon as possible. The only technology on this hellhole is only for the military."
  
  Fucking hell, you should have just picked Jasmine.
  
  "You've never dreamed about having power then? To be able to tell people what to do and have them do it willingly no matter what it is?" This seemed to get his attention more than anything else you said.
  
  "Well yeah, who the fuck wouldn't."
  
  "Well then if you follow me and help me with my plan, then I'll get you all the power you've ever dreamed of. You have my word."
  
  He's silent for a moment as you hope that you'd gotten through to him.
  
  "Alright, I'm listening."
  
  You smile, maybe this kid was as gullible as you perceived.
  
  "Alright, I need you to kill a few people for me. Any of the team leaders would be good enough. I just need you to cause some mayhem so that I can go forward with my own plans. Do this and I have my own faction somewhere on this planet where you can have more power than you ever could here."
  
  As soon as you said kill his eyebrows rose. Though as you finished he nodded.
  
  "Alright, I'll get to it then. You better deliver on your promise though.
  
  > Day later
  Son of a fucking bitch, the motherfucker ratted you out as soon as you gave him his assignment. You denied it as best he could, but somewhere in your conversation he started to record everything with his holo lens to fuck you over completely.
  
  When you asked him why he would do this, he just said. "It was much easier just to do this."
  
  You now rot in a cell, awaiting execution but only after you're questioned about the location of your renegade faction that involves various types of torture.
  
  Your missing finger nails bleed, and your swollen eye beats with anger at this situation.
  
  You couldn't even call in to Anna, as one of the guards who was handling you found it rather quickly and handed it over to your superiors.
  
  As your neck is hugged by a rope, you still somehow have hope that Anna would barge in with a fleet of ships to come to your rescue right on the knick of time. Though it didn't happen, and you died defeated and alone soon after.