Sergeant Nyte, having arrived to the station earlier, had long put away her belongings in a separate room from the bunks of the troopers and walked to the control room to await the arrival of her squad. In her armor, the Sergeant stood tall, the white pauldron over her right shoulder indicating her rank on an otherwise identical suit of stormtrooper armor to the rest of her squad. She looked to her left, out the window of the station and to the looming moon they were orbiting around. Sights like these were common in the Corps, but never ceased to intrigue her.

Finally, she heard the approach of one of her squad members. She stood at attention and welcomed the recruit with a nod, before looking behind him and raising an eyebrow beneath her helmet. Where were the others?