<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Delaina Astana</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d6b8e73b-0075-4a2e-8b8d-d5ea5e65c048_zps031c72c3.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">The mechanic voice bellowed over the wide grass plain and Delaina practically jerked upright. The rude awakening was the thing she despised most about being a soldier. Those nobles probably all underwent some training in torture techniques. And they really liked to torture the soldiers. Delaina had ten minutes to get ready to move and she had no intention to need more than nine minutes for getting into the row. Because is she would not be standing one minute before the countdown would end a painful electrical shock would fry her brain to remind her to hurry. Oh, how she would like to give the nobles some of their own medicine. They would have to pay one day for taking her little sister away.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Oh, what a shitty morning..."</span><br/><br/>She looked over to Rakiel who had slept at her side and looked totally battered. But she looked probably not one iota better. They both quickly started to roll their sleeping bags into a tight roll and fixed it on their backs, before they cleaned their teeth with the help of some water. Rakiel offered her a dried fruit package and she shook her head pointing at her own pack.  <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Eat it yourself, Rakiel. If they force us forward again in that murdering speed, then we both may need all our strength."<br/></span><br/>The young boy looked at her with frightened eyes and she could see how he swallowed a lump in his throat.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"They won't do that, won't they? I mean there is a doc ahead of us and they can walk slower today."<br/></span><br/>Delaina shook her head and gave the young boy some encouraging smile. Yes, they could march slower, but they could have done the same yesterday, as they arrived way too early at the camp site. The truth was that the nobles liked to see them fail, which would give them the chance to kill them off. Only the strongest to survive, so that in a real war they wouldn't run off when the first guys went down right and left.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Sure they could, but they won't do. They want to eliminate the weaker ones, that's the bitter truth. Sorry, Rakiel, but we will have to run along again today. So better eat all the food you can get."</span><br/><br/>Delaina popped some power bar in her mouth, while she started to shoulder her weapon. Obviously the boy at her side had understood her message, as he was munching like crazy on some bars himself. The painful shriek of some soldiers told Delaina that the nine minutes were over and that the guys in their hexapods were not going mildly on them today.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Welcome to the pleasuredome. Join the forces and enjoy your time out there."</span> Delaina's voice was so deeply coloured by sarcasm that some of the soldiers next to her couldn't help but started laughing.</div>