An anthropomorphic canine steps off a transport shuttle and makes his way towards the newly-establish outpost he's assigned to. Though he's a well-trained and experienced soldier, he's still somewhat apprehensive about the setting: Thanks to the tropical climate (and friendly natives), everyone stationed here wears a uniform that leaves them basically naked. Here's hoping there's enough work for him to keep his mind off of his naked coworkers (and the flirty natives).

Chapter 1: Introduction

Outpost 719: located on the outskirts of an expansive emerald jungle the dominated most of Logan-2's equator, the facility itself located on a peninsula that overlooks an extensive island chain. The location of my next assignment. CDF engineers had labored relentlessly to build the prefabricated structures inside the lush nature that populated the region.

And without a doubt, I was about to be enveloped by this lush yet daunting environment. 2nd Lt. Gabriel Koch, known among friends, colleagues, and squadmates by the callsign "Delta." That Gold Bar on my shoulder was earned from years of service in the Cornelian Defense Force. The name...I got the name from my old unit. I was the 4th member of the unit...you know, Alpha, Beta, Gamma. Kinda dumb, I know. But, it worked. It fit.

Sitting in that seat, the safety harness keeping me firmly in place, I am reminded of my prior assignments, having ridden in these same seats many times before. Flight sims at the Academy, Basic Training, the skirmishes of Axiom-5 and Gala-9, the siege of Iacon Prime...

Compared to those blood-baths, this position at a fresh outpost on a primitive, sparsely inhabited border-world is a goddamn vacation.

The sudden chirp of the intercom snapped him from his thoughts.