A sharp inhale of breath the joy of birth onto the planet surface emphasised by the force of impact.
With the gun clasped in their hands they moved forward, pushed against the alien air of a planet they likely would set foot on only once.
Physical form, bulky, cumbersome and comforting. Hearing the rocky earth crunch under their feet reminded them of, being.
A weird thought to some, no doubt but a thought nevertheless. Thoughts were distractions right. They willed their body forward, willed there eyes to see, their ears to hear.
It was not long before the came upon the concrete and metal structure which harboured their objective. The two soldiers guarding the site were the feel of the recoil and the sharp crack of sound as their lives ended.
Downloading the data from panel infront of them, they smarted at the small vibration heralding the little click confirming “successful download”.
Then to harmony and pain the body, this body had served them well. Back to thoughts now, for, at least a moment, thoughts were all they were.