A true firesquad
Arter frowned, and looked towards all the wounded soldiers around him, and then towards Gabriel and the rest. Although their numbers were not few, it was clear that they were two separate teams, all made of draftees, and still they were in a better condition than the regular soldier he had been assigned.
For a moment it seemed he was going to react strongly to Gabriels words, but then his shoulders slumped.
"Not as strong as you think, otherwise I wouldn't have been drafted," Arter said, feeling defeated. "Besides, I just started my first mission and we already have casualties and injuries. I don't know how I would have survived without the additional help."
While they talked, Nero looked around at the room they were in. It was rectangular, and filled with numerous shelves, though all of them were shattered now. Destroying anything here wasn't easy, which is why Nero assumed that all of this destruction preceded their arrival.