The city I am finally here. impressions of it so far, it is quite a good-looking city if not for an urban assault taking place. I sigh having my sight seeing tour end and walking to a mall which is now a makeshift barracks, command and logistics centre and I don’t blame them for having it as such it is a massive place with many floor underground and surface floors for general recon.

The place takes my breath away with how developed it is and with how many people are located in one place, which makes me uneasy with how easy it could be with artillery to hit this place. I look around trying to find out where a command post would be, “Hey, I can recognize another Snow Hunter Personal when I see one” I turn around to the mention of the regiment and see a male roughly 5’11 or so and built with impressive muscles talking to another buff as hell guy.

“Sorry I am not a part of the regiment you are speaking of” the guy tells him with the face of the other turning into disappointment, “Why are you trying to antagonise others Frawran” another guy says this time appearing like the average guy and at a height of roughly 5’9 maybe. Frawran turns around and sighs very loudly and apologizes for disturbing the guy and walks over back to the other person.

I guess that is my squad and judging them by what I have seen so far they are very much elite and different from others around them. I walk over to them which both take notice to and they are differently surprised with my appearance, “21st squad of the Snow Hunter regiment yes?” they both blink and swallow most likely surprised that a 6’4 guy dressed in all white is talking to them. they both nod yes and I sigh in relief.

“Umm who are you to be exact?” oh I forgot to introduce myself, “Sorry, I am Arthor the squads Sharpshooter please keep me in good care” they both looked interested after hearing my role, I take off the hoddie and my helmet and place them down on a seat, “So what is your name I now his?” he left his trance maybe speculating what I do, “My name is Jorgenson I am a demolition expert” demo expert him I thought it was Frawran, “I am the AT guy and the guy who is ripped” I look them both in wonder how they are both related in the same field of blowing things up.

We all sit down and talk for a long time about where we were from how we ended up in the FCA and some other things I didn’t join in much mainly listened as talking to people is no longer my forte so I just sat their and listen to them about story’s. Jorgenson is from the point closest to northern america and Frawran is located more central of the empire. I was asked where I came from and said close to the capital which is true but I did not mention about the fact I came from a noble household currently holding the Empress hostage.

“Hey, are you guys a part of the snow hunter regiment?” A feminine voice asked to the right of us all, we all looked over, both Frawran and Jorgenson with surprise and eagerness, I can already tell I am going to be in hell. The girl we had looked at was very charming in looks with brown hair roughly shoulder length and a height of roughly 5’8 maybe 5’9. She was looking impatient for our lack of an answer until the two explosive jockeys, explosive jockeys I guess that nickname is not that bad. It wan until the explosive jockeys both knelt and said who they were and what they did, I am surprised that these two go from somewhat normal to this in a matter of seconds.

She then looked over at me wanting an actual answer or just wanting to know who I was, “I am Arthor the sharpshooter of squad” she narrowed her eyes a little, “hmm, interesting that I am placed with such a misfit group” misfit is an understatement at this point, “Anyway I am Alexandrea I am Riflemen” one thing that catches my attention was that I was only one to have a gun which is interesting to know, “where did you come from oh great Alexandrea we wish to know” I can see the distain on her face as the jockeys stay knelt to ask questions, “why do I have to answer to the specialists of the same field” the mood immediately changed after that with both Jorgenson and Frawran both standing and sitting back down.

It is clear that you don’t want to say that you never want to say that these two are from the same area, “Arthor we never want to see her existence again so please be our proxy and talk to her” the two say dead face kind of scaring me with how nonchalant they are, “so where did you come from I can guess the capital but it could always be somewhere else” she narrowed her eyes more making a defensive posture, so I guess I am right with the guess, “How did you know I was from the royal capital?” well if I were to say all the things that gave it away I would have a short list of reasons.

I sigh, “Well by that way you act, your name and the posture you have and the change of it to a more defensive one when I guessed the capital” she looked at me with surprise and smiled and mutter something to herself which makes me worried about what could happen later on in the future.

She sits down and begins talking with the explosive jockeys but see no success until they finally come out of their shell after she said sorry for saying they were same kind of specialist and thus even more talking that I wanted no involvement in but still got involved in, questions were flying all over the place about different things and I just sit here listening to it all.

We were then interrupted again meeting Heathmore another Riflemen he was around 6’0 and slenderer but still had some meat on him and he came from the same area I did so we chatted here and there, he was the nerdier guy about things related to vehicles and planes a gentle giant I guess.

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“So Arthor I wanted to know but how did you get trained to be a sniper” the talk from the three to the left of me stopped and they wanted to know as well, “Well I was trained for two years and before that I was somewhat versed in being a sniper being trained a little before I got official training and such” Heathmore was intrigued about all the things I did to train and such never mention some thing like presence and the fact I was left in a solitude place for roughly two years, the other three were dead quite listening to everything more keen then Heathmore which unnerved me a little.

“Why are you all sitting around and doing nothing” a shout came from behind us which stopped the convocation about what I did in depth, I look over to see a average looking guy being 5’10 in height and aggressive with his tone and posture, “What useless people for the army what did you even join it if you are always going to sit around and do nothing” the air around us became bitter and the looks of everyone in the squad was ‘should we kill him for disturbing us’ I sighed and stood up and walked over to him.

His face told me everything I needed to know he was not looking for a friendly chat but might as well try, “Sorry but we are here on orders-” “Orders? Who gives a shit if you are or not you are not helping with anything around here” I take a deep breath in and look around to see a lot of eyes on the two of us including my squad mates ready to move if it goes hot, “Look if want to complain go to-” a punch was thrown and I was lucky I caught it, he got even more pissed and pulled a knife so I let go of his arm and stood there trying to talk him out of trying anything stupid.

He did not listen one bit.

He swung high aiming for my neck, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him close and kneed him in the stomach. I grab his knife and hold it against his neck sending him into state of fear I guess, “Now If you want to continue you will be going to the first aid responders, we are here on orders from Commander Jackson leader of the Snow Hunter regiment if you have a problem with standing around and waiting for the rest of our squad to get here so we can do our mission I recommend talking to Him” I felt pissed that he was just constantly being aggressive but I held back otherwise I would have slit his throat.

He nodded slowly as not to cut himself I place his knife in his hand and walk away sitting back down and sighing over the situation. The others were nagging me after that and were wondering why I did not beat the hell out of him then and there for disrespect I gave the simple answer of if I were I would be in more a hassle then I want to.

After an hour of sitting around and the deadline for assembling close two people approach grabbing out bored minds, I thought it would a squad of 5 not 6. “Hello sorry for the wait I was trying to get our support gunner but we are here now” everyone did the thing of saying hello and what they did, “I am Ryan the squad leader of the squad” Ryan was like Jorgenson in muscle mass and height and had glasses and had short wavy hair that was blonde, “I am Kathrine the support gunner and second in command” Kathrine was around 5’9 to 5’10 and had her hair blonde her in a bun, the guess of them being siblings was first as they look alike.

I stand and stretch a bit and was about o get my gear ready, “Arthor may I ask why you wear a balaclava it is nothing you have to answer just wondering why” Ryan asked and was the first to question why I did have one on, “I wear one because my helmet is rough on the head without it and extra warmth” he smiled and nodded for my reason to have one, it makes me sceptical of him a little of what not sure just a gut feeling.

I put on my helmet and grab the hoddie that covers most of my body, and my sniper and have the next part of mission pop up in my view, everyone else follows suit though with putting their helmet on so I don’t have to say what our next task which was very……. Weird and not what I would expect for a mission.

Find a place to make home and help with general advances in the city.

I already see some areas which are vacant of people so we could take over those areas, “I have a place we could head to already no need to worry about finding somewhere to make home” the others all go to different places to grab their things while I stand waiting for them to come back, “Arthor you can go grab you stuff” Kathrine says honestly confused on why I still have not left, “I already have my stuff which is my bag full of things, my sniper, helmet, vest, and this” I lift up my hoddie or what I like to call one.

Both of them are honestly surprised that I have all of my things. It didn’t take long for the others to come back with their gear and belongings and so we headed out for my new home for the foreseeable future. On the way to the whatever it was we were being shelled as the place started to shake and booms could be heard but those slowly died down when we went down a couple floors and reached our place.

A store that was for books how convenient for me as I know what I will be doing in my past time. We walk in and see that it is very spacious and has a lot of room to fit more people in here. I walk around and see sleeping bags on the floor with a fire in between them, a few tables to do maintenance and a gun rack with three guns there two are most likely for the commanders and the other one looks to be a marksmen rifle with a big scope at that. I place my things in a corner and set up my camp rolling out my sleeping bag and placing my bag down. I walk over to the gun rack and inspect the marksmen rifle.

It seems to be new and has a similar calibre to my sniper but has a smaller magazine of 5 shots luckily I have my snipers mags of 10, “You can have it we won’t be using it so gawking at it like you want permission to use it” Alexandrea remarks behind me I chuckle a little so I take over to my bag and grab out so of the stuff that is on my helmet and sniper and put that on this marksmen rifle, “You already done” Jorgenson says as he had looked away for a bit to get his stuff in a nice manor that won’t be plastered all over the place.

As I have already done what I need to I put on my hoddie and wait for the others so that we can get out and do stuff outside.

I just hope we don’t have shit luck out there.