(24 hours later, The Observatory Post, Cult Barracks, Planet Juxta)
The soldier sat with his feet up on the railing, calmly munching on a handful of roasted peanuts, as the shells fell lazily into the trash can beside him, while his eyes wandered across the void through the lens of the Cult's extra-terrestrial telescope.
It was just another day for him in the military, dull and uneventful, as he twisted the knobs back and forth with no particular destination in mind, searching for nothing in particular and expecting even less.
Usually, his job was pretty redundant, for he did nothing but look into deep space, searching for enemy ship movements far away from planet Juxta, however, searching for a small cluster of ships this way was pretty luck oriented, with 999/1000 days at work proving to be uneventful.
