Alexander jerked awake to the sound of the morning drill. It sounded every morning to wake up the crew, he was unsure why it still startled him so much. At least the sleeping quarters were relatively comfortable, which was to be expected, considering the United Human Marines was one of the most powerful human military branches; not to forget that the Goliath is one of the largest ships in the fleet. It sports two artilery canons on the front of the ship, living quarters for one hundred thousand crew members, and very powerful defense technology. Because of it's large storage capacity it is often used to explore previously undiscovered space since it can carry a lot of supplies necessary for human survival.

Alex stood up, and brushed himself off. He walked over to the bathroom and went to brush his teeth, it was just another boring day. Even though the quarters were comfortable, the uniform gray color of the corridors disturbed him, the only thing comforting was that he was allowed to "customize" his sleeping quarters. He looked in the mirror.

"I look like a mess," he remarked to himself. He then went and took care of his daily routine, shower, brushing his teeth, all of the usual.

Once he was done with all of that, he walked back into the main part of the living quarters, and peered outside the window. He could see something in the distance, that was not unusual, but this was close, probably meaning he was going to be deployed to this planet's surface. As if to ensure his misery, the intercom sounded.

"Squad Delta 13 to the Observation Deck ASAP" the voice of the AI Aristotle sounded. Alexander sighed and put on his uniform; then he grabbed his gun and walked through into the corridor. The grey walls were monotone and uniform, it would be easy to get lost if not for the signs to show you were to go. He followed the signs.

He stopped once he noticed a guard that was blocking further advancement, he appeared to be standing in front of the door Alex needed to get through. Alex walked up to the guard.

"Sorry sir, but there has been a problem down this wa-" the guard was cut off by a scream from behind the door.

"Sir, it would be best if you found another way around." the guard said.

Alexander only needed the scream to convince him to move along. Alex could only wonder what was going on behind that door as he continued down the corridor. The halls seemed relatively empty and quiet. He finally found the door to the Observation Deck. He put his gun into the holster and walked inside, to see the sergeant and the rest of his squad were standing in front of the holo-projector.

Alexander stepped into line, and just hoped the sergeant wouldn't chew him out too much for being about a minute later than the rest of the squad.

The sergeant just walked down the line and started to give them a briefing.

"Men, we're near a planet designated Gelus, and we're going to be going down there. The reason for this is that the science team believes we're on the verge of a great discovery, they are picking up electromagnetic fields that they believe are not physically possible. For this reason, this will not be a standard insertion. We're going in with Bravo 33 to the first LZ, the second LZ will be landed at by Foxtrot 24 and Alpha 3. We're to regroup at what satellites show is an entrance to some sort of cavern," he states.

The squad that Alex belongs to consists of the following:

Alexander Gray (Himself)

Rank: Lance Corporal

Mason Jenkins

Rank: Private First Class

Richard Renalds

Rank: Sergeant Major

Alan Russo

Rank: Lance Corporal

Brandon Paul

Rank: Private First Class

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Alex just looked straight ahead. He had to admit, what the sergeant said about the planet unnerved him. But he continued listening.

The Sergeant continued:

"This planet is extremely cold, so cold in fact, that once we're deployed we're going to need to stay inside of the APC until we reach the caverns. For this reason, we're going to be deployed with four APCs, one for each squad. Now, report to your dropships and await further instruction.

Dismissed."

As the sergeant mouths those words, Alex and the rest of his squad headed back into the corridor and towards the hanger. They were all silent, the sergeants words were no doubt getting to them. Non-Standard insertions is a term that is not used often. Alex tried to not let it bother him, as he entered the hanger.

He saw his dropship, and his squad headed towards it. They all climbed inside, and awaited what was going to come next.