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Novam Terram started off as a small ship. Flying through space with those who had been evacuated from Earth.

When the environment had gotten so toxic it was impossible for them to live, a plan was conceived. Half the children of Earth would be sent in to space with those who held what were considered to be "essential skills". The doctors, the teachers, the engineers and any others with a trade that was seen as useful to future society were to be taken.

It took years and years of preparation.

As the leaders of the world and scientists boarded the ship with the children and skilled professionals, they promised that, once they were established, they would come back for the rest of them.

They never did.

Over the next 100 years, Novam Terram expanded to the size of a small planet. It functioned like one too. The top half was dedicated to civilians, with everything they needed to live comfortably.

The bottom half was for the military.

By leaving Earth and re-establishing themselves, humans had made some enemies in outer space.

They worked with the top scientists and engineers to develop powerful weapons, space crafts, and training facilities. They also had their own hospitals, cafeterias, and living quarters.

Soldiers were only permitted to visit the civilian area of the ship during leave.

At the age of 18, every healthy, able-bodied, citizen was given a choice. Join the army, or remain a civilian.

That was the choice Beca Mitchell faced.

With no parents left, the only family she had was her older half-sister Stacie, who had joined up two years ago.

Beca did what she thought was right, and followed her into the army.

Three years later, Beca had achieved the rank of Private First Class in her group of 8 other women, second in command to their leader Sergeant Aubrey Posen.

Stacie was gone. Not dead, but as good as. Exiled for repeatedly going against the head of their division, Commander Boston, whilst out on missions.

It had been a controversial decision. Her blatant disregard of orders was something that Boston couldn't tolerate. Despite the fact she saved hundreds of lives, she was still cast off, must to the protestation of several lower-ranking officers, including her girlfriend, Aubrey.

She was tattooed with an X on each wrist, stripped of her weapons, dog-tags and any personal affects and dropped on an abandoned planet, filled with criminals and other exiles. If she was still alive in two years, she could rejoin Novam Terram, and live as a civilian.

It had been two and half years, and she had not made the journey back.

Beca and Aubrey each had one of her dog-tags, which they carried with them wherever they went. Neither would speak about it, and people had learned not to ask.

On the first day of military training, cadets are fitted with a small computer that attached to their left arm. From this computer they can communicate with other soldiers, read maps of where they were, and it also displayed their vital signs, in case they got hurt while out on a mission.

They also had a tracker and sensor implanted in the tip of their right thumb and right middle finger. By pressing them together three times, they sent out an emergency signal. This was in case they were ever lost or captured.

Upon graduating from cadets into soldiers, they were assigned to a squadron. There were hundreds of squadrons on board, each one split into 26 teams, one for each letter.

If they had friends or relatives in a particular squadron, they were allowed to request that they be placed into that specific one, and if their grades and skills matched up, then they could go to that squadron. If there was room in the team you wanted to be in, you could go into that one, providing you were accepted by the teams sergeant.

Beca had no trouble getting into Team B. That was the team Stacie was in, and she just had to give one puppy-dog eyed look to Aubrey, and Beca was in. Not that she couldn't have gotten in without Stacie. She aced every exam and her battlefield skills were exemplary. Many had dismissed her due to her small size, but she stunned them into silence the minute they saw her perform.

She beamed with pride as she was presented with her dog-tags that read:

TEAM B

PRIVATE

REBECA MITCHELL

#746789

The first thing she did was cover the "RE" in her name with a small piece of black tape. Stacie then added "ellas" to her team name by scratching it in with her knife, so it read "TEAM Bellas", just like the rest of the team's did.

"We needed a cool nickname," Stacie said with a wink. "You're a Bella now, Beca."

Six months after her arrival, Stacie was gone, and Beca was alone again. She couldn't compare the pain she felt to anything she'd experienced before. Her father had died in battle six weeks before she was born, and her mother one year after.

The rest of the Bellas rallied round her and Aubrey, and they managed to get through it.

After two years in the team, Beca was promoted to Private First Class. They offered her new dog-tags, but she asked that they just add "First Class" to her original ones, not wanting to lose the piece of metal with Stacie's engraving.

Their uniforms consisted of heavy duty black boots, strong black combat trousers, a light top that closely resembled an ordinary t-shirt but was as strong as a stab-proof vest. For battle, they also had strong black jackets, gloves, and, for when they visited other planets or ships, helmets equipped with oxygen masks.

They each carried a rifle, a handgun, and a knife. Weapons had changed in the last 100 years, so they no longed fired bullets, but bursts of energy that resembled a bright pink light, which did even more damage.

The aliens they fought had their own destructive weapons, so humans had to up their game.

Team sizes varied from 6 to 10 soldiers, and each had a Sergeant, a second in command (or a Private First Class), a field medic and a pilot.

In Beca's team, Aubrey was the sergeant, she the second in command, their medic was a girl named Denise, and their pilot a warm-hearted girl named Cynthia-Rose, who was also an extremely gifted mechanic and engineer and was fiercely protective over the group. The rest was made up of a loud-mouthed blonde-haired girl named Fat Amy, who had the strangest accent Beca had ever heard. Amy claimed it was called "Australian" and had been passed down to her through the generations of her family. Beca considered it unlikely, but there was the odd solider who spoke differently to the rest, so it must have been possible.

There was also Lily, the strangest person Beca had ever met, and Jessica and Ashely, who kept to themselves a lot.

Denise would be leaving their team in a few days to work full-time at their hospital. She had injured herself on their last mission and was no longer fit for active service.

Their new medic was apparently a girl who had worked as a civilian doctor, but recently joined the army to be a field medic.

Beca hadn't met her yet, but the head medic Gail Abernathy-Mcadden, who worked in one of the army hospitals said she had flew through her training, and would make a strong addition to their team.

Beca was sceptical, but then, she usually was.