So we advance, ever closer to our destination, ever further away from our own humanity.
While days are long, nights seem eternal. Unnatural sounds and the feeling of a thousand eyes cleaving through the darkness bring us to the edge of reality and composure is stretched. Our Luminary is alert to any sign of weakness. We signed our lives away to corporate service some time ago, but she has become the embodiment of our faith. Faith in the Corporation, faith in the struggle against the Bioformers.
We are kept in a strict every day routine, to keep our minds from derailing. Build camp, gather supplies and create a huge fire after every day of forging ahead. The hunters go out, the scouts move into the shadows. First perimeter duty is set up, in the same configuration as every end of every day. The fire burns far warmer and brighter than we really need. There we gather to eat and rest. The Luminary sets in the first hymn, and soon we all chant the songs of the ancient infantry, passed to us from the time before. Droning a loud and menacing message to all around, its lyrics are filled with valor, blood and eternal glory. Conflict has always been in our blood. Standing tall, we make ourselves known to all around. It seems madness to call upon the forces around us. We make such an easy target for any predator, marauder or machine close by, yet no one emerges from the shadows or the dark of night.
From time to time, the monotone stride is acutely interrupted by imminent threat. From human raiders to Bioformed abomination, each crisis forces us to face the atrocities that now roam this world. With every battle the cause, our mission, seems more futile. Is there still a world left to save? There seems to be nothing more than violence and death. So much death. Yet here we are. We do not die. We endure. Perhaps we are the new beginning Terra needs. So we fight. And we fight with valor, the rigorous training conducting our actions and repressing any traces of fear. Where one falls, another takes his place only to strike with greater force. In the aftermath, we bury our dead and incinerate the enemy. After our ceremonies and rites, we return our gaze to the path ahead, and march on.