⎯12th of Tuesday March, 2046.

Years. It's been years since the last war. The same war between the White and Black Latex Faction. However, it ended when the White Latex Faction overcame them, only taking a few months to push them back. But in turn, this victory came with multiple casualties, as any war would have. Maybe about two hundred to four hundred deaths, or more if the Overseers felt like documenting everything accurately. But that didn't matter now. For the time being, everything was at peace. As for you, the future wasn't so bright, knowing you'd be thrown back onto the battlefield if the Black Latex Faction decided to challenge them again, which would most likely happen. The thoughts of this inevitability were depressing, yet kept you on your toes for what was to come. You only stayed because you made a friend. Quartz.

He was the only friend, a true friend you had so far. From the first war to the last. Even when he was awkward and terrible at holding conversations, you two got along well. It was either skill or luck that you didn't die the moment you got along, compared to the rest of your crew, broken and stoic. Now to the present day. B-37⎯your room. Quartz was two rooms away; B-39. You hear a knock at your door. You open the door; it is Quartz, as expected. You invite him in, and he sits down, setting his sling bag aside as he smiles at you.

"Heya, friend! I.. just got done stocking the things they needed. Just figured to stay with you- in my free time, of course..!"

He took his time with that, it seemed. No problem, however, you had some free time as well to wait for him. It was a shame the General sent him to do it instead. Hm.