Scavengers
“Listen up!” The entirety of the battalion instantly snapped to attention. The Taskmaster strode across the myriad of soldiers who stood shoulder-to-shoulder, cleft into rows based on their corps and rank. I stood amongst the constituents of the 99th ‘Misfits' Squad. “Members of the 12th Battalion, ye find yourself on an Imperial mining facility. Savour this moment ‘s long tis possible. This side o’ the planet ‘as the most pristine air.” The battalion was engulfed in a series of coughs and wheezes. I felt vulnerable. My right knee shuddered in impromptu anguish. I hastily rectified my blunder and stood upright again. The edges of the Taskmaster’s lips curved in delight. His expression would forever endure in my memory. “Welcome to Valinor-III. Welcome, to your nightmare.” We were fortunate. As a decorated squad, we were assigned a rather innocuous task. We were stationed at the top of the Commandant’s tower. The Commandant ran the facility. The facility is safeguarded by 3...