[h1][center][color=007236]Staff Sergeant Hunter Monroe[/color][/Center][/h1]

So it has come to my attention that I may be a hoarder. As I remove the mattress from my bed I realized two things. One, I need a thicker mattress, and two, I have collected so many personal arms with a few arms from the small arms locker that it looked like a private armory. With two different types of combat shotguns and my own, several pistols, some blades, and even a carbine. And to top it off an old scoped rifle. It wasn't really much compared to our own sniper rifles but it had sentiment to me. I was ready for war without leaving my own bed. Even though most were civilian issued, I would still feel bad for the poor bastard that got laced with buckshot from any of those shotguns. 

I heard the announcement about us going to save a civilian ship. I had mixed feelings about this. Yes, I am all for saving the civilians, but this close tot he border it smells like a trap. If it was me, I'd capture a civilian ship, and either fill it with explosives or some kind of virus. A virus that would take days, if not weeks to kick in. That way it would reach an outpost or a base, or more crew. Then use the potential cure or vaccination to gain better support if things got out of control. But that could be paranoia on my part. 

I grabbed one of the shotguns in case combat did spark inside the stranded ship. Truth be told I would be against a mission like this, but I am not. These border runs were a lot cheaper for some people to travel, people like me and my family would use them all the time to gain the supplies we needed. On that ship were people like him, like his family, like his friends, people like him who are just trying to make a daily living. "[color=007236]Let's just get that ship going again. Then finish this damn war.[/color]"

I walked into the bridge the shotgun resting in one arm leaving my other arm free to salute the commander. I wanted to bring up my concerns before we started our mission. Mainly because dying of coughing up my lungs sounded like a bad idea. Or by zombies. I mean we technically are so if I head one person say it's not possible I will shoot them int he fucking face to just prove them wrong. "[color=007236]So before we enter this ship we know so little about? What precautions do we plan on taking other then our standard issued gear?[/color]" I put the shotgun over my shoulder now. I didn't want to step out of my place as Staff Sergent to my commander, but I have had soldiers in my past unit who have dealt with situations like this. That was part of the reason I was kinda scared.