With Summer Break nearing, I guess I should tell you guys what I plan to work on; A story. I always had a penchant for these sorts of things, but now here I am, free from any school deadlines, able to write whatever I want, how long I want!
With that being said, here is a short snippet of
“Alright! Off! Off! We’re here!”
This is the first thing Commander Radiyya Firman hears when she wakes up, a soldier of the Miranian Guard bangs on the transport, reverberating the metallic clanging and getting her to open her eyes a little more. It had been only a night when the Miranian Guard scrambled her and the rest of the frontline commanders to the desert against the Miranistan Unity Movement. They’ve just pinpointed where they’re staying, but the response needed to be quick; they’re nomadic, much like the tribes of Mirah most come from.
Several soldiers of the Miranian Guard enter the vehicle, helping Radiyya and the other commanders up, and guiding them out the door in the back.
The sun is nearly blinding as soon as she steps out. Radiyya reaches down for her sunglasses, specifically requested to be fitted with near-opaque one-way mirrors. “Never let the wilderness blind you,” as her mother used to say.
Her vision returned, she looks around and takes time to register what’s happening around her. The Miranian Guard is rushing in, multiple vehicles are rolling into the forward base, there are sounds of tank treads, helicopter rotors, and jet engines all around her, but this isn’t exactly a rush to war, this is simply just moving available assets to the front. While it seems all of Mirah has been mobilized, there’s no fighting to be done today, hopefully.
Radiyya simply stands there, watching it happen, much like other soldiers simply watching the spectacle. Her mind is not filled with awe, dread, urgency, or any of that, instead, she just says one thing amidst all the noise.
“This could’ve been organized better.”
Indeed, while the military mobilizes, she’s thought of a million issues with what’s happening right now. All the troops are in one spot, it’s loud and urgent when there’s really no need for this, and all of the aircraft are being brought to the front by flying instead of on the ground, deactivated, and towed. The Miranian Guard and Zarenistan National Army may have planned ahead for mobilization, but to execute it like this? There’s even more going right through her mind, about how imperfect everything is.
“Radiyya! Radiyya! Oh sister Radiyya!”
She’s quickly snapped out of her thoughts by an overly excited, childlike squealing.
Razeena, her twin sister.
“Sister Radiyya! Sister Radiyya!” She hears once more as she turns toward a nearby truck with special paint and markings. The Miranian Sharpshooters, some of the “Best snipers in all of Myrtonia”, as the posters claim, and here one of them is, acting like a child.
Razeena’s head is just poking out of the covering, and she jumps down, almost immediately stumbling and falling over. Ironically, this reminds Radiyya of a simpler time, when they were both just kids in a nomadic tribe, but she quickly and reluctantly has to snap those happy thoughts away. This is true war now. No time for joy.
Razeena excitedly runs up to her twin sister, giving her a nice hug. But once more, this is something serious, no time for affection.
Radiyya lightly pushes Razeena away, the gusts from a nearby helicopter blow her hair aside, revealing a small scar on her forehead, one from childhood. It’s brain damage. Her mother told her that one day, Razeena was playing outside and hit her head on a sharp rock. She has always been a constant ball of joy since then.
“Now is not the time for this, Raz.” She tells her. “You have your own places to be, and so do I.”
“Bu-but can’t we just have a little bit of fun? We might not see for a long time, you know, and I’m your twin sister! I-”
“Razeena, let’s go; command needs us organized,” another Sharpshooter interrupts, grabbing Razeena and dragging her away.
Radiyya gives her twin sister one last little wave of goodbye and looks at the tent behind her. She’ll have to get comfy in there, that’s her home for months at best, years at worst.
(All subject to change, this may be completely different by the time I finish the whole thing!)
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