>Be ADA
>Stationed at Ft Sill
>Basic? Ft Sill. AIT? Ft Sill. First duty station? Ft Sill.
>Easy to say, you've been pretty pissed off
>"Yeah, you heard about Spear?"
"What about him?" You took a swig of your monster inside the ECS (engagement control station). "Is he finally getting separated?"
>"Actually, yeah. He got married."
>You took your eyes off the LCD screen, you've been spamming between battle mode and 3D map since you got nothing else to do as always.
"Hold on... Male Spear, he's getting married but he's getting seperated?"
>Ho nodded. "Yep, he married one of those Equestrians."
>You stop then took off your headset and turned the chair to Ho, your TCO (Tactical Control Officer).
"Aren't they those... Aliens?"
>"Oh shit you weren't there, they're here for some joint op with uh... Fucking... I forgot but yeah, they're here. Not with us, though."
"Then how did he meet her?"
>Ho shrugged. "Fuck if I know man. There isn't much to see in Sill, maybe in the PX?"
>Eh, not like it matters to you

>Be at DFAC, Bamford, oh Bamford, you can never get away from that place.
>Also, be on 24 hr shift
>Shit sucks
>You grabbed a mug with a hot coco packet inside and headed for the coffee
>Except it ran out
>Your head hung low
>You go for the hot water instead
>You need your fucking hot coco fix
>It's near Febuary, meaning cold as shit in Oklahoma
>No hot water either
>Can't have shit in Fort Sill...
"God mother fucking shit damn it..." You muttered.
>"Pardon me, is the hot water unavailable?" A voice asked from behind.
"Yeah, it's empt—" You turned around.
>What the fuck.
>What stood in front of you was a woman of fair skin, standing at 6'9... Maybe higher.
>Her hair was black, but with a tinge of blue that melded in so well it might as well be natural. Not to mention her hair was floating, shimmering, as if a piece of night sky had been snipped and glued to her head.
"Uh... Yeah. Like I said, empty."
>"Ah, that is most unfortunate."
"Yeah shit sucks."
>You wondered who this chick was and why she was here. She wore a flowing black dress with blue accents and white dots that glistened.
>"Have a pleasant day, Specialist Aggot."
"You too..."
>You watched her leave, after another minute of confusion.

[][][]

>Be Luna
>Oh horseapples you did it!
>You talked to Anon! Your fated lover!
>Cadence was right, he really was your type.
>But Earth's military has so many rules... And brute forcing your problem won't end so well...
>What to do?