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The mag-rifle hummed, a rail-driven slug tearing through the lead creature’s chitinous chest. It didn't scream; it just kept coming. In the Frontier Corps, they taught you that the universe didn't care about your heroism. It only cared about your ammunition count.

"Thirty seconds to atmosphere," the pilot’s voice crackled, devoid of emotion. "Keep your lunch down. It’s going to be a bumpy ride into New Oakhaven." Download Frontier Corps Military Sci Joe Kassabian epub

Rat looked up. The colony's main processing plant was a blackened skeleton against the horizon. Moving between the ruins were shapes that didn't belong to nature—long, spindly shadows that moved with a sickening, twitching grace. "Contact!" Rat yelled, his finger squeezing the trigger. The mag-rifle hummed, a rail-driven slug tearing through

New Oakhaven wasn't a haven. It was a strip-mining colony on the edge of the Perseus Arm that had stopped sending shipments and started sending distress signals. The "Coalition" claimed it was a labor dispute; the Frontier Corps knew better. It was the Swarm—organic, relentless, and hungry for the minerals the colony sat on. It only cared about your ammunition count

"Form up! Perimeter Alpha!" Sergeant Miller roared over the comms.

The explosive bolts fired, and the pod doors kicked away. Rat didn't wait for his vision to clear. He hit the dirt, his mag-rifle already tucked into his shoulder.

Rat hunkered down behind a rusted ore-hauler. He wasn't thinking about the pay. He was thinking about the three liters of oxygen left in his tank and the five hundred miles of vacuum between him and the nearest extraction point. Just another Tuesday in the Corps.