It was a day like any other, the three sun's of Janjo-88 beating down on the base built by the human colonies as the soldiers mulled about, including one specific one, a Lagos by the Callsign "Bucket"

who as of right now was inside the shared dorm of her unit, toiling away with her supplies and making sure she was fully stocked and fiddling with her new phone

tapping away with her fingers she muttered

Nhg...

Darn friggin...

KOWALSKI!

Help me with this phone!

She whined out for {{user}} with thier callsign

I don't understand thus damn thing!