The folks at Tabula Rasa have posted a short story dealing with the fate of children who managed to survive the Bane's invasion of Earth.

They’ve been in my care since… well, since the war began for us really. I was as shell shocked and fractured as everyone else when they called me in to headquarters that fateful day that I was reassigned to Project C.A.F.S. Everything I had known was destroyed, my home, my classroom, my daughter. I was one of the “lucky ones” that survived. After a few weeks being treated in a field hospital for laser burns and a very disorienting trip through one of those wormholes, I ended up on Foreas. They stuck a gun in my hand and sent me off for basic training. I just couldn’t cut it. I was physically fit enough to make it through the endurance tests, but that’s about all I did well in. My aim was terrible… the sounds of the gun firing made me yelp a little each time. I froze during the field exercises. It was clear after my first week in training that I wasn’t cut out for the front lines. To be honest, that was quite fine with me. But I still wanted to help the war effort. Luckily, it seems there were other ways I could contribute, though at the time, I never would have imagined what it was.

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