Chapter 1: the farm
In the blazing sun of the Stuggian farming moon of Mimas, You could see for miles. Thick crops of wheat and rice spanned thousands of miles in this almost Arid yet flourishing environment. To stand and watch the winds blow through the fields would, sooner or later, have to get boring, But not to Corinthian.
Corinthian was your typical 19 year old farm boy, tall, muscular, and sporting a small beard on the edge of his chin. He was pale, and kind of gawky, but none the less, he was your average kid. Wearing a pair of jeans, and a white vest that was scattered in holes, he sat on the edge of a fence, watching the wind whip through the golden wheat.
"In a week, I'll know nothing of this place." He sighed to himself as he slinked down from the fence and headed to his speeder.
The ride home was a chance for Corinthian to be alone, and not have to be working. Whilst he wasn't lazy, he much prefered his personal time to be taken up by sleeping, or watching TV. Somethings in life, would never change for any generation of people.
He stepped into the wooden lodging, that looked no bigger than the barn standing next door to it. The air was thick with the smell of baking, Corinthian's mother and sister had been baking again, and was a welcome gift to come home to after toiling away in the fields.
"You're home!" Called a voice from the next room as Corinthian entered the room.
"Yes mother, I'm home." A short and almost patronising reply as he made his way to the lounge.
"You got a mail from the TSMC, you're flight out is tomorrow."
"They want me in this soon?"
"Well, It would seem that way dear. I wouldn't worry, they probably just want to get your training done before this whole Morocco thing blows up."
"Yea, thats probably what it is." On that note, Corinthian started walking to the vid-phone to get his mail. Upon touching the inbox key, he was met with the single message that would infact change his life. He opened the message to read the letter that had come straight from the recruitment office.
From: Trans System Marine Corps department of employment and economy.
To: Mr. C. E. Insley
You are to be informed that you are to board the 17-1211221212-212/6F flight to the SS Juneau on the date of 19/04/3268 at 8:23am. Failure to attend the pre-training meeting and preliminary examination will result in internment for a time of no less than 230 hours.
Corinthian looked over it, then gave a small glance of hardship to the ceiling, before deciding to go get ready. Get ready was more of an opportunity to see his Ella one more time before his training, possibly the last time he would see her ever.