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Well, fuck me. I awoke this morning to find that at some point in the night, Frank, Cole and Jessie took the last ship and left me stranded here. I would have expected that kind of crap from Frank and Cole. Jessie however, she always seemed to be on the more caring side and was opposed to abandoning anyone here. Let me back up. This star station is one of several "unlisted garrisons" set up for UC Marine Reactionary forces. We were stuck out here so as to be quickly deployable to trouble spots during the Colony War. Unfortunately, the war ended before we were fully staffed. So, the best guess is that they sorta forgot about us. The platoon which actually made it here has slowly atrophied over the last eight months. First, the LT died mysteriously, and in agony. SSgt Wellstrum "fell" from a balcony. Three months in and first squad took the troop carrier and just left. Next day, third squad did the same with the supply ship. That left the nine folks in second squad, the shuttle and the two-man fighter. Nine people and barely enough space to ship them off the station if they were packed like sardines on the remaining two ships. So, we reached an agreement. Cpl Jameson would take the shuttle and as many as they could cram into the ship, make their way to civilization and send back a "rescue team" for the few of us which were left here. That was two weeks past. I guess Frank, Cole and Jessie got tired of waiting. Now, it's just me. And who am I? I am Sgt Lazarus, squad leader, second squad. Five years time-in-grade, eight years time-in-Corps. Not that any of that is worth a shit at this point. Now, I am out here by myself. I am not overly concerned about starving or anything. This place was stocked for an entire company for five years. So, there is plenty of food and water and I get my choice of racks. The Company Commanders Quarters are really nice.