After the disastrous raid on Alshain, Wilson’s Fusiliers has been assigned to the arid, backwater world of Bensinger. It is a bad time to be a member of your Unit. Alpha company and Bravo company avoid each other and there is developing considerable bad will between the old guard and the true mercenaries.
To help avoid any unpleasantness, Captain Johann “Big John” Faulkner has mandated an extensive program of training maneuvers. It is while on one of these patrol missions that your communications systems light up like a Liao whorehouse on Chinese New Year.
“Magruder’s Scrapp….er…Bravo Company, Lance 2, this is Big John. A Pirate dropship has just been sighted making a hard burn for planetside. We’re pretty sure they’re after water resources, so get your asses out to the storage facility in Sector 7. If you let them take so much as a shot of H2O you’ll be cleaning the shitters for a week!”