Fuckin brass, like in every war, managed to fuck it up.
My drop-ship landed on Pyrsis and we walked right into a fucking meat grinder. 250,000 men stormed their positions and wouldn’t you know it the vaultpacks (jetpacks) wouldn’t spark up to get us over the initial defensive wall. Seems the generals in all their infinite wisdom never realized that the atmosphere didn’t have enough oxygen to light up and we just pissed men into the wind. There were so many dead in that bottleneck, dying as fast as they showed up you probably could have just walked over their bodies to get over those 8m walls. Some of us unhooked our masks and used them to vent enough air to spark up and clear the wall, but by that time we were probably down to 10-15,000 men. The drop-ships were gone, getting the next batch of suckers to die where we were.
My platoon and about … maybe 13 others made it over the wall. We mopped up the Narath soldiers easily enough, and took their base. Luckily for us they’re a lot better at operating remote turrets than actually getting their claws dirty.
No sooner than the place was secured we were given orders to move out. They didn’t leave anyone to garrison the base and they didn’t even bother to nuke it from orbit to deny it from the enemy. A week later we heard they moved back in, 2x the strength they were before and refitted their base for air defense which included a missile screen. The next landing didn’t go so well and they pissed 10 whole divisions of shock troops into the wind. Half those poor bastards were microwaved in their drop-ships a mile and a half before they touched down, the rest who managed to survive the trip down didn’t have much fight left in them.
Since I was a fucking hero and was wounded in battle, I’m now the guy who goes to high schools all over the planet, telling kids how great a life is in the service.