Masoul (Harmony War Series Book 2) by Michael Chatfield

was going on in Masoul.
                  He didn’t really believe everything. When Nerva said something happened in Masoul and they were leaving, everything moved faster than he thought possible.
                  That fell away with the shock of seeing Strike Station get devoured in flames and destruction. Four carriers were destroyed outright, and Fearless looked like it was barely functional.
                  Mark sent it to the others in his section.
                  He felt numb as he kept going through the information. He couldn’t believe it. Sure, Nerva told them – but it was much different when he saw the results. It brought reality to Nerva’s words.
                  There was a video of someone who sat behind a desk and wore a nondescript workers suit, with rags that covered the person’s face.
                  “Hello, I have been given the honor of addressing you, the people. I speak to you as a member of Harmony. Harmony seeks to bring about equality to people. We will take the people’s power back from those that have been swayed by greed. We have killed the sons and daughters of this greed, the bastards of the EMF. Harmony is a way of life - it is not just an ideal. Join us in our fight for Harmony. Together my brothers and sisters, we will remove the scourge of the companies and cleanse the Earth. We will adopt Harmony and dispose of those that are tainted by greed.”
                  With that, the channel ended.
                  There was no confusion to his feelings now. Those troopers could have been him, or his section. They were from Earth. They were people just trying to get away from the shit of the slums. They didn’t deserve to be slaughtered like that, not for some religious fuck that just wanted to replace one system with another.
                  Mark didn’t care about the reasoning. He knew two things. If the cryo-pods were blown, it would mean more combatants when Reclaimer got there. It also meant Harmony didn’t care about people that didn’t agree with them. That could be because they were so confident in their position, or because they wanted examples to keep everyone in line – just like the inquisition kept people in line during the Middle Ages.
                  Learning history, especially military history, gave Mark a skewed look into others’ actions. This knowledge helped him see a potential threat from many different ways. Tactics changed. But people, their motivations, and their depravity didn’t.
                  Training for the day ended abruptly.
                  The troopers’ simulated shuttles opened their cargo ramp.
                  “Alright, get your gear stowed. Everyone grab a shower and some food. We should be getting a briefing soon. Sergeants, see to your people,” Lieutenant Kim said. 
                  They walked across the deck, and got to the massive armored doors that led to the armories and elevators beyond.
                  The entire platoon moved past their fellow troopers who saw the videos and messages for themselves. Everyone either looked angry or scared.
                  They helped one another get out of the armor, ammunition packs and harnesses.
                  “That everyone?” Mark asked his section, as they removed their armor, weapons and ammo.
                  “Yup,” Tyler said, as he came out of the rearmost armory racks.
                  “Alright, you’re on your own time as far as I’m concerned. I would suggest a shower. Also keep your ears out for the meeting. Has everyone checked out the data package Nerva sent out?” he asked, as his voice changed from droll to tense.
                  The others nodded, and their eyes were hooded. There was confusion and questions behind those eyes, yet they