Sci's Datapad

The radio played its crackly music - the sounds had made their way nearly a light year from their origin. The men of Svii squad lounged in their bunks. The bright warmth of Solaris, the Sparatan sun, lapped gaily against the hull of their dull grey vessel which was docked, along with half the Sparatan fleet, at Osaka Harbor. Sci smiled. Life was good. He was young and fully comfortable in both his own abilities and the abilities of his brothers in arms. They had no cares and no worries. The war was on the other side of the galaxy. Sci glanced out at the spectacular view streaming in beside him. The immeasurable natural beauty of the planet below with the sun's glorious orange radiance overflowing into the spaceport surpassed even the power of the brilliantly crafted Sparatan warships docked around the planet. The powerful screech of a flight of starfighters shook through the bunks - another routine patrol was launched, if only so the pilots could bask in the beauty of the scene outside the confines of the cruiser decks. Everything was calm. Sci sleepily wandered off into deep thoughts. Comforting thoughts. He remembered her, so far away. As the music slid Sci out from his conscious slumber - his pleasant day dream - he recognized the song that was playing. A wry smile broke into a thoughtful one as the radio once again lulled Sci into the tranquility of the moment...