Siege of Terra (The Mavrik Woods Series, Book 1) by Robin MacMillan

is.”
    “What about my armour and weapons,” T-Rave asks.
    “No promises.” She says, walking away and out of the room.
    “What does that mean?” He asks, his voice quivering.
    “I will see you boys on the ship,” she yells down the hallway.
    “I’m sure she was just joking, it’s her job to make our gear in pristine condition. If a soldier dies because she didn’t fix something then she’d be in serious trouble. A very wise man once said to me, Think before you act. You should consider doing the same.”
    “Just keep her away from me.”
    I find the shelving units in the back, all are marked with names in alphabetical order.
    I skim the units for W ; surprisingly there are quite a lot of W ’s in the military.
    I open the unit where the name Woods is, my armour lies inside, beckoning me to take it out. It’s a rather large unit, able to fit all of my armour and my weapons. By the look of it the unit just happens to be one of the largest in the room, most soldiers probably didn’t get their whole attire cleaned and repaired at once, as well as their weapons.
    “Finding everything alright Colonel?” T-Rave says, he’s only a good meter from me.
    “Yeah, everything is here,” I say, already taking out my armour.
    It takes only minutes to don our armour. The feeling of being completely submersed in it is wonderful, as if nothing could penetrate the strong plating.
    I grab the weapons from the top shelf of the unit, holstering my pistol and shouldering my Assault Rifle. My Sniper Rifle however belonged in my hands; by far the best weapon to use against the Hakorians. You needed distance to take these aliens down; if they got up close then you would end up like the poor Sargent.
    “You ready Captain?” I ask, casting a glance over my shoulder towards T-Rave.
    “Ready as I will ever be,” he says, sealing the neck clip on his helmet, it lets out a small hiss as air is pushed out.
    “Let’s move out then,” I say, walking towards the entrance.
    T-Rave follows behind me as we walk towards the lifts.
    “Flight Deck C,” I tell the lift computer.
    It takes only seconds to get to the proper level; the doors open and the computer wishes us to have a good day.
    Massive; the only word that I can use to describe the Flight Deck. However, it looked smaller with the large ship taking up most of the room space.
    The outer hull, a dark blue hue, with two massive engines protruding from the back, large blast doors on both sides of the hull, -most likely for storing and loading cargo- a wide belly that narrows down near the front of the ship, which is where the cockpit must be located. It was rather hard to tell where stuff could be inside the ship when you were outside.
    Right beside the viewports near the front of the ships the words Comets End are plastered on the side of the ship.
    “Good! You young lads are finally here!” Comes Jayon Cofield’s voice from across the pad.
    We walk towards the ship, marvelling at its beauty.
    “What do you think of her?” Jayon asks.
    “It looks like a rock,” T-Rave says bluntly.
    Jayon didn’t seem to be taken back by the insult, he actually looks rather pleased.
    “Of course it looks like a rock; it’s a cargo ship, not a fighter, although it could give any other ship a run for their money with all the military hardware installed into her. The outside might not look to pretty but the inside is where it’s pure elegance,” he says, face beaming with pride.
    “Your ship is impressive, I’ll give you that, but why don’t we get on with the mission eh Captain?” I say, it was a marvelous ship, despite T-Rave’s statement.
    “Right, come on then, let’s get this tub outta here,” Jayon says as he heads back to the ships main boarding ramp.
    The ships interior isn’t as gloomy as I would’ve judged it to be. Mainly from the look of the exterior of course. The inside of it surprises me further, radiating white light. Everywhere. Surprisingly clean for a cargo