The First Trenches, Chapter Two: A Familiar TideBarrette was lying in his bunk trying to catch a few hours of sleep before dawn when the night silence was broken by the desperate calls for aid from the sentries atop the gate leading to The Waste and the sounds of rifle fire. His eyes shot open and he took in a deep breathe before letting out a loud moan of annoyance. Quickly but calmly he stepped into his boots and without tying them, raised himself from his bunk and moved to the other end of his quarters towards his wardrobe. With haste, he threw on his trench coat over his shorts and vest and donned his peaked cap. Rushing out of his quarters, he grabbed his belt with his sabre and revol
The First Trenches, Chapter One: The Fog RisesFebruary 15th 1910Silver Wind, FordorsiaThe large steel gate opened with a heavy grinding sound. A lone figure stepped through and briefly took in his surroundings. A gleaming sabre and service revolver hung loosely from underneath his long brown trench coat as he carefully looked over the several soldiers going about their business at the bottom of the staircase.“Sentry, report!” Called Commissar Maximilian Barrette to one of the two sentries atop the gate leading to The Waste as he made his way down the steps from the city.“No hostile activity to speak of, sir!” The sentry called back. “Although, I can&rsq