Orders? What are those?

As Alex climbed back into the helm of his ship, he couldn't shake the anger that simmered within him.

Colonel Margit's dismissive attitude had lit a fire within him.

He had no intention of being side lined in some minor skirmish; he was there to make a real difference, not to be just another statistic.

He quickly ran a scan of the planet's surface with his eyes, looking for the hottest spot for conflicts.

His eyes were drawn to a large chaotic region, which he quickly learned was called 'Any Man's land' when he glanced at the map provided to him.

'Perfect.' He thought.

Any Man's land was infamous already after just a few days since the war had begun.

It was a place where the rules of engagement were blurred, and survival often depended on willpower and strength alone.

It was exactly where Alex wanted to be.

Somewhere he wouldn't be disturbed by the bureaucracy of the federation.