A dusty cubicle. Walls whose decorative murals had long since faded. The altar, a simple block of stone with incised markings. Behind it, a shelf to s...pport small idols and icons.The altar! He rested his forehead against its smooth coolness, seeking again oneness with the universe."Ahh!" His cry was almost one of pain. Within his mind he sloughed off lingering traces of foulness, of disorder and distortion. This altar had been defiled! With fingers that trembled he fumbled within his belt. I giggle and continue being a naughty kitten. He mutes his mic"be a very careful little one, or do you want to feel daddy's belt across that juicy booty of yours?!"I turn around now kneeling between daddy's legs looking up at him with pleading eyes. He grabs my head and forces my face into his crotch so I can smell his musk. I start rubbing my nose against the outline of his bulge, salivating and trembling with excitement. "well if you're going to do it you'd better get to it then!" he grins. Everyone wins." Except us," Jordyn put in dejectedly."Not true," Coach replied. "You can run and jump around again. If you'dreally rather limp around on crutches all season, be my guest." Really?" Jordyn's pretty eyes brightened."No." Coach sighed. "I want to try this and see if it works. This teamreally needs some fire under its belly with you out, and don't you wantto contribute to their success even if you can't play?"Jordyn said nothing. Coach continued, addressing both of us."So what do. One of the others said they sent a message back but did not get an answer. I went to look at the officers and sergeants and they were shredded. I had been hoping one would be alive to get us out. I found their equipment where the entrance of the tent had been. I took the regiment commander's weapon, a large twelve millimeter plasma pistol.I took half the weapon harness of another officer and his pistol, a slim ten millimeter. It was a few hours before large drone carriers arrived and began.