Just An Order 2 That was our ship. One of them that dropped us into the darkness and dirt. I remember I was falling. I remember a hysterical scream of sensors and scarlet flashes of alarm symbols across my visor. I remember crimson and dark-orange ribbons of counter fire were cutting darkness around me. They tried defending themselves. They tried stopping us. It was foolish. It would be easier if they tried stopping a sun in the sky. We have fallen upon them like gods from orbit. We were surrounded by a roar of thunder and flashes of lightings. Yes. We were exactly like gods. But not angry ancient gods. We were well armored, excellently armed, ideally trained and devilishly cold-blooded modern gods. They far outnumbered us, but we were better. That’s typical. I don’t know what the planet is it. I don’t know what these people had done or what they were going to do. The only thing I know is an order that we received. And we executed it. As usual. We’re peacekeepers. We keep peace and order all across the galaxy. This is a theory. The practice is looking like boots covered by a dirt and blood, and it have smell of a burning propellant and charred flesh. The importunate blinking request from orbit is appearing on my visor. ‘Sector is clear, captain,’ – I’m reporting. The noise of static. ‘Roger that, lieutenant. Transport ships are coming.’ ‘Roger that.’ The orange fiery tails of the transport ships are lining the pale-blue cold sky. Our job finished here. We’ll soon come aboard and go to meet a new sun to execute a new order.