A soldiers life in the stars

I was born on a farm world believe it or not. Not one one of those big hive worlds or anything just another farm world.

I mean we do make great gains for our race and thats nice.

Well I though it was a good idea to enlist. Well it was at first. My family which had middle class standing on our little corner of the current galaxy got a nice boost to our claim. More farm land is always a good thing way our over here. Hyperlane travel takes a while, well not too long. Preservatives and dehydrating more or less makes travel time obsolete so deliveries from our planet always arrive in top contidion.

Anyway, the army.

I enlisted, then got shipped off with all the rest of the wanting people from our sector of the galaxy. On a planet of less than a billion specifically made for farming a couple million enlisted isn't that surprising. Farmland is still abundant on the other planets in this solar system and alot of the farm world royalty are just making use of the moons. So my family will keep living happily.

I know its supposed to be glorious joining the army, but I can't help feeling a bit sad. While Im going on this adventure my family will be staying rooted down on that silly little planet that little green blob that won't even show up if you search for it on any data terminal outside of the 3 nearest sectors. Those 3 nearest sectors are our customers after all.

Now on to adventure I guess.

Me and a couple million other youths of all colors, and genders are standing in a uniform pattern. Lines upon lines of people  uncountable numbers on a warship headed towards the planet on which we will probably be trained on. I myself don't know too much about the military except it is supposed to be glorious and filled with adventure. 

Right now I'm standing next to recruit Anila and Reft listening to a speech coming from up ahead. 

There is no person speaking just loud audio-enhanced robotic recordings of how we will serve the greater good of our race in our mission.

I don't really care what the speech is about I just know that this will be a great adventure.

The speech nears its end and Anila gives me a quick nudge with her arm. Like me she seems to be around 17 years of age from the looks of it she seems to be a tomboy. Slightly more muscular than most recruits with short cut hair. Its only understandable why a person like her would join, she probably joined for some action or something. I then looked over at Reft to my otherside, a composed boy, a little shorter than average but he gave of an air of superiority and knowledge.

I looked at him and as I was about to open my mouth Anila made a hand gesture as to shut my mouth. I didn't really understand what she meant until I saw the sigil above Reft's chest. It was the royal crest of our little farming worlds moon. Seeing as this man would probably amount to a fair bit in the army as a commanding officer due to his standing as nobility I did as the girl as and shut it. 

Then I turned back to her and thanked her.

(note to self:

[Watch all quiet on the west front then remember guardsman charges and how war would be like in 40k when continuing to write. Do this as long as you can, focus especially on the friendships and such built during the academy and then after the war with death and that have him be forced into a second campaign. This time genestealers on his homeworld. After that have him die a miserable death. Shot in the head/back/bleeding out or die of an infection.

Aristocracy on the homeworld being the cause of the genestealer invasion on mcs homeworld.

Focus on building a strong friendship during the Guardsmen academy part for as long as possible then have them die during the first campaign.

First campaign should be something manageable like a rebellion in a hive world instigated by chaos insurgents then have all friends die one by one. 

Have a scene with billions of troops fight where the mc barely survives due to a mountain of corpses falling on the mc leaving him trapped only for his friends to die.

When he returns home have everything be decimated. He dies due to an untreated tetanus infection which he mistakes for overworking his body.

Slowly introduce muscle cramps and spasms into the week or so he spends on his broken home world where they slowly cull the population.

When his infection gets worse and he starts to influence the speed of the mission they leave him behind to die.

After he dies the planet gets a exterminatus order and all life on the planet is more or less killed.

] )

((This was an unfinished story where I more or less had the story planned out from start to finish but didn't know how to go about the aspect of making the moments inbetween filled with life or how to bring life to the characters. I'm also not that well versed in writting dialogue))