Argyll's Odyssey: Aboard the Irkalla Warship

The powerful Irkalla class warship cruised easily through the vacuum of space, passing by a nearby White dwarf, the glaring white paint upon its blackened hull bearing the words ‘The Sutherland’ came into view as the weaponry along the beaten and bruised craft bristled menacingly yet at the same time with a deadly beauty. As it passed the star, light began to shine through the darkened, grimy windows into large empty halls. Inside, Argyll stirred uneasily in his bed, knocking the sheets off and jolting upright while panting heavily as a cold sweat ran across his body. Argyll was a tall and well-structured male, who looked around uneasily as he slowly let out a sigh before closing his eyes as he slowly rested his head on his hands, shaking violently. He began to run his hands through his long, unkempt hair breathing in the, metallic air as he kept his eyes shut tight. Hell. This is the one word the marine

Certainly, it seemed, someone wanted them dead. As the leader of the team managed to get them into relative safety, they felt the ground below them shudder as the enemy cannons let out a volley of energy rounds on their position, creating a familiar whooshing noise as they soared through the air to punish the trench they had just vacated. They kept sprinting as they finally made it back to the safety of their camp, shrouded beneath a stealth generator which rendered them invisible against the backdrop of the ruined land. As they sat down, they all began to laugh with nerves, sighing with relief. The leader sat down, taking off his helmet as he shook his head to get the dirt out of his hair before sighing