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  Gamma Coronae Australis 6 wasn't far from 86 G. Sagittarii. Less than 22 light years, so Gav wasn't surprised when Gromov 271 was diverted to this particular planet after leaving the horror of Strelets-37 behind. It was yet another disputed colony world, and her company of elite VDV airborne troops were to temporarily reenforce the local Soviet presence. The highlands of this frozen world's equatorial landmass would be Gav's new home, at least until the next deep deployment.

    It was a milk run, just a place to stash 250 soldiers for a month or two while command got its shit together. There hadn't been an attack in over a year from the neighboring NATO-run operations. The British seemed contented, for the time being at least, to ignore Gamma Coronae Australis 6. Still, the bases operated at a high level of security, with frequent patrols and battle drills. Gav's assigned station, number 7, was no exception. The heightened security wasn't completely without merit. The abundance of water on this planet was enough to make it valuable, but it was the bismuth mines that were the primary interest for the Soviets; lead-bismuth fast reactors being the primary source of electrical power on Soviet spacecraft.

    With 271 in orbit undergoing long overdue scheduled maintenance, and little to do other than scan the horizon between puffs of papirosi, Gav could only try to relax and enjoy the boredom for a while. At the price of six hours standing out in the cold, her squad enjoyed hot meals, warm bunks (Perhaps too warm), and a chance to give their trigger fingers a rest. For now, it would pass for home.

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I sketched this in 2014 and forgot about it for a year. Finally decided to come back and finish it.

Description
  Gamma Coronae Australis 6 wasn't far from 86 G. Sagittarii. Less than 22 light years, so Gav wasn't surprised when Gromov 271 was diverted to this particular planet after leaving the horror of Strelets-37 behind. It was yet another disputed colony world, and her company of elite VDV airborne troops were to temporarily reenforce the local Soviet presence. The highlands of this frozen world's equatorial landmass would be Gav's new home, at least until the next deep deployment.

    It was a milk run, just a place to stash 250 soldiers for a month or two while command got its shit together. There hadn't been an attack in over a year from the neighboring NATO-run operations. The British seemed contented, for the time being at least, to ignore Gamma Coronae Australis 6. Still, the bases operated at a high level of security, with frequent patrols and battle drills. Gav's assigned station, number 7, was no exception. The heightened security wasn't completely without merit. The abundance of water on this planet was enough to make it valuable, but it was the bismuth mines that were the primary interest for the Soviets; lead-bismuth fast reactors being the primary source of electrical power on Soviet spacecraft.

    With 271 in orbit undergoing long overdue scheduled maintenance, and little to do other than scan the horizon between puffs of papirosi, Gav could only try to relax and enjoy the boredom for a while. At the price of six hours standing out in the cold, her squad enjoyed hot meals, warm bunks (Perhaps too warm), and a chance to give their trigger fingers a rest. For now, it would pass for home.

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Mature Content

I sketched this in 2014 and forgot about it for a year. Finally decided to come back and finish it.