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The Insurgency: S2, E10: Two Two-Faced Men and the Skarr, Part 1
My long overdue Insurgency episode for Bounty Hunting. Jeez, almost 200 photos, so warning, long episode ahead! I tried a different style of dialogue, so I’d love some comments and criticism on it. This takes place right after the events that ensued on the Spire.
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Caution: Episode includes extreme gore.

The bright lights penetrated the busy streets of Sigmaradium, Deltar Five’s capital city, filled with diverse alien species that Assassin and Cobra had never seen before. The white, luxurious building they were heading to was the home to the infamous DA Jerax Torh. The mysterious man had recently been surrounded by rumours of an underground crime operation, but the local G.I. police forces had never been able to prove anything.
The Galactic Imperium had apparently orchestrated what many called a ‘silent takeover’ of Deltar Five because of their increased involvement in its government, but nobody really complained. Everything would be fine just as long as the lifestyle of fortune and luxury would not be affected for the citizens.

Asssassin’s normal eye attempted to adjust to the blinding Vegas-style lights which plagued the Deltar Five’s capital in almost every direction.
“I hate the city,” he growled in his human-robot hybrid voice.
“Brings back bad memories?” pondered Cobra, though he already knew the answer.
“Mm,” Assassin confirmed, shouldering a shark-looking alien while making his way through the crowd. The citizen quickly turned and glared his white fangs.

“Watch where you’re going, two-face,” the alien threatened.
“Screw off,” Assassin retorted, his eyes filled with fury. But that fury wasn’t meant for the alien.

Assassin aggressively swung the door open for Cobra as a police speeder zoomed by.
“You aren’t gonna let your feelings get in the way of this, are you?” warned Cobra.
“No,” he replied, although he was making no promises in his mind.
The two entered into the lobby and made their way for the elevator, all the way up to the top floor where their target was stationed.

Jerax Torh leaned back in his leather chair as he finished up another signature with a sly grin. The DA had stuck with his classic look that day: a tan fedora, crimson suit, and a ridiculously large pendant made out of pure gold hanging from his neck. Nobody knows how a man with that outfit was able to get into law. Torh clicked his pen and held down a button on an intercom stationed underneath his trans-blue table.
“Stace,” he spoke into his intercom. “Can you get someone up here to deliver this document up to Vinny Delgado?”
“Sure thing Jerax,” replied the receptionist. “Oh, also, your next appointment is here. Do you need more time or are you ready for them?”

“Go ahead and send em’ up.” Torh sat upright in his chair.

The two sharply-dressed Marauders appeared from behind the sliding doors of the elevator. Assassin glued his eyes onto Torh whilst Cobra peered around the room, spotting the security guards and, thankfully, no security cameras.

“Gentlemen!” exclaimed Torh, waving his hand. “Welcome. Y’all came at the perfect time.” Torh rose out of his seat and made his way towards Cobra and Assassin.

In the least suspicious manner he could pull off, Cobra took a small glance at the security guards, noticing one holstered gun and another lying on the armrest of the couch.

'Guards in a place as safe as Deltar Five? No. This has gotta be him for sure,' Cobra had thought to himself. He looked over his left shoulder and sure enough, Assassin had kept his eyes focused on Torh. Cobra began to reconsider bringing him on the mission.

“I must say, I wasn’t expecting an appointment for this entire week,” laughed Torh. “What, with all the controversy surrounding me in the media. What’s the term on Earth again? Fake news?” Cobra forced out a convincing laugh.

“I talk too much,” he scolded himself, extending his hand to Assassin. “Jerax Torh, although you probably already knew that.” His sly grin seemed glued to his face.
“Ryder,” Assassin replied with indifference, refusing to return the handshake. The DA’s eyebrows furrowed under his crimson sunglasses; Cobra noticed and quickly took a step in front of the Marauder.

“Kaden,” said Cobra, taking Torh’s hand instantaneously. It felt weird to use his real name again. “It’s a real pleasure to meet this city’s famous DA.” Jerax Torh’s sly grin returned to his face, but vanished when the men stood in silence for what had felt like an hour.

“Would either one of you care for a glass of wine?” asked Torh, attempting to lighten the awkwardness interspersed between the three men. “It’s some of Deltar Five’s best. Been fermenting for nearly a century.”

Cobra gestured his hand apologetically.
“Sorry, I don’t drink.”

“You know what,” said Assassin, still looking directly at Torh. “I’d love a drink.” Cobra looked at him, surprised he would say anything besides just his name that evening.

“Perfect,” grinned Torh. “Take a seat gentlemen, I’ll be right over in a second.” The Marauders sat down as Torh made his way towards his wine cabinet.
Cobra had practically slammed his briefcase on Torh’s desk.
“Ryder, If you screw this up, they won’t have enough to get him locked up,” warned Cobra in a quiet, serious tone. “They’re paying a lot for this guy alive.”
“I’d rather have him dead,” spat Assassin.

Jerax Torh pulled out two wine glasses from the cabinet and began to pour into the glasses.
“So, gentlemen, what have you come here for? I assume you two are lawyers, correct? Any problems with evidence in court?”

“Actually,” Cobra replied with a stern look. “We were thinking of getting a ‘signature’ on something, Rej Haxrot.” He didn’t need to look to know that the security guards were staring daggers at the back of his head.

“Jerax Torh” flinched at the sound of his real name and accidentally spilled some of Deltar Five’s rarest wine on his expensive carpet. An anger that hadn’t been seen by the outside world had began to build under his guise of pride and arrogance. An anger he hadn’t felt in a long time. But he quickly corrected himself and kept that anger locked away.

“Pardon me?” he asked innocently, continuing to pour the lime-green alcoholic beverage. “My name’s Jerax Torh, Kaden. You must be confusing me with someone else.”

Cobra slid the bridge of his sunglasses back up to the top of his nose and flared his nostrils.
“It doesn’t take a genius to know that by rearranging the letters in Rej Haxrot you get Jerax Torh. Practically the whole city knows who you are.”

The anger that Torh had stored away was beginning to reemerge. He had been clenching the glasses hard, almost enough to break them. Then he shoved that anger back down where it belonged, not here, not now, and made his way back over to the Marauders.
“Well it also doesn’t take a genius to know that Deltar Five’s legal system isn’t as corrupt as Earth’s. Not yet at least, I guess, with the Imperium arriving and all. But for now, a simple name wouldn’t be enough to lock a man away would it? Either way it’s just a coincidence; There’s trillions of names in the Systems. I’m not this ‘Rej Haxrot’ that you make me out to be. Here’s your drink.” Torh gave a glass to Assassin, who gladly accepted it. Anything to escape the pain he was reliving.

“It doesn’t matter anyways,” Cobra sighed. “Contrary to what you may think right now, we’re not G.I, and in fact, we’re the exact opposite.”

Torh chuckled as he began to rearrange his desk.
“Say I was this ‘Rej Haxrot.’ Why would I believe you? How would I know that you aren’t wiretapped or that you’re recording this conversation?” He finished up his paperwork with one last signature right as another security guard came out of the elevator.

“You would believe me once I’ve told you that we’re associates of Derek Collins, a man who despises the Galactic Imperium so much that he wouldn’t have anything to do with them.”

Torh gave the signed paperwork to the security guard and looked back at Cobra.
“Collins, huh? You know I was going to have you both patted down to make sure this wasn’t some sort of trick, but now you’ve really got me intrigued. If you’re really an associate of him then there’s only one thing I’ll ask of you.”

Torh took his glass of wine and drank it to the bottom of the glass, not leaving a single drop behind.

He slammed his glass hard on the table for “dramatic effect”.
“I want proof,” he said with his sly grin back on his face.

“Well then Rej, here’s your proof.” Cobra slid a jet-black briefcase across the glass table. The DA unlocked the sides and opened it up.

The blue contents inside met him with surprise. “Is that-”
“A refined stone of pure Aerestopium, yes,” Cobra interjected.

Jerax Torh closed the briefcase and smiled, glancing once at both Marauders until resting his gaze upon Cobra.
“Well then gentlemen, I’m proud to admit that sitting before you is Rej Haxrot himself. I’m happy to do business with members of the Collins gang. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

A grim smile ran across Cobra’s face. “Well then, I guess it’s time to get down to business. Ryder?”

Assassin looked at Rej Haxrot dead in the eyes and adjusted his posture.
“From what I’ve heard, you’ve done forgeries for your business correct? Specifically many welfare contracts?”

Haxrot laughed.
“Of course. I’ve done many, most of them concerning diverting money from banks so that they know when it’s transferred and such. Why, is that what you want from me? Well, what’s your offer?”

Assassin drank down his glass of wine and set it back down on the table. His rage was even greater than before.

“Is it true that you took advantage of the Imperium’s interventionism within Deltar Five’s government by getting involved in their government? That you forged federal contracts to defund welfare specifically directed towards the Skarr in order to gain the credits that were involved with it?”

Haxrot had a puzzled look on his face.
“Well yeah, of course. Look, I don’t know what you’re getting so heated up about but yeah, it’s all true. Now can we please get back to-”

“I WAS THERE AT THE SKARR, HAXROT!” Assassin screamed, tears failing to appear where his cyborg eyes were. He collected himself as much as he could, but his voice was still shaky. “I was only 18 when I was drafted into the Galactic Imperium’s military to help take the Republic of Australia from the Aurelians. I was only 18 when I saw my comrades get torn into pieces by the bombings. I saw more destruction than anyone like you has ever seen in their lifetime. I was there, that day, in Prenmane.”

The Trenches
Prenmane, Australia May 14th, 2084
The city had been completely torn apart. Roads were completely obliterated by intense bombardment from both the Imperials and the Aurelians. Sandstorms covered up any signs of civilization. Prenmane had become a shell of its old self, its few buildings that were left standing used for cover and ambushes on the enemy. The massive craters in the roads and the sewage system had become trenches for the militaries on both sides. And after all of this destruction, the fighting was still far from over, both sides at a stalemate, failing to make any progress on taking the war-torn city.

“What’s the situation Captain?” asked a serious Ryder, outfitted in a desert camouflage military uniform and a white balaclava.

Captain Latik moved his long hair out of his eyes and grinned. Though only in his late twenties, the war had given him wrinkles and so many detriments to his skin that he could pass for being in his fifties.
“We’ve got em’ pinned down in Sydney. Rumors are that we’ll take out the Aurelian generals could be taken out by nightfall. Then we can all go home.”
“I meant the situation here, Captain,” said Ryder, annoyed. “How close are we to taking Prenmane?”
“I’ll be honest with you, kid,” the Captain sighed. “We’re not even close to taking this city. The Imperium has been trying to get evacuation teams down here, but they haven’t been able to reach us because of the immense ruin. Our best bet is that the Aurelians’ll surrender once their generals are killed. Then Australia will be ours.”

Emile, the lookout, had been scoping out the area through his binoculars for almost ten minutes. “Was it even worth it?” he spat, continuing his search for who-knows-what.

He put down his binoculars. He knew that the battle for Prenmane had been a colossal military disaster. That there had been no point in losing millions of lives. Then he laughed sadly, remembering a quote from an old book he’d read in high school.
“...a declaration of war should be a kind of popular festival with entrance-tickets and bands, like a bull fight. Then in the arena the ministers and generals of the two countries, dressed in bathing-drawers and armed with clubs, can have it out among themselves. Whoever survives, his country wins. That would be much simpler and more just than this arrangement, where the wrong people do the fighting.”

Emile brought himself back to reality, a sad reality of rotting corpses of his old friends being fed on by ants. A sad reality of a city of prosperity being ruined by bombings and the ordinary people there losing their families to a war that they never should have been apart of. A sad reality of a fight that isn’t worth fighting.

“Just think!” exclaimed the captain. “By tomorrow we could be on a plane ride back home. We’ll be thought of as heroes of the Galactic Imperium!”

Ryder furrowed his eyebrows and tightened his grip on his rifle.
“Heroes? That’s what you care about, being honored as a hero in a war far worse than Vietnam? With all due respect sir, millions have died-” Ryder was interrupted by the recently-drafted Private Mason.

“We’re fighting for democracy Ryder,” he said gleefully after swallowing a bite of an energy bar. “The deaths, however sad they may be, they’re all for the greater good. The world deserves to be free from the oppressive governments that give people no representation in government. The Aurelians are those oppressors, no matter how many times they call themselves true freedom fighters.”

“I’d like to hear you talk about democracy when you witness the deaths of your fellow soldiers,” Ryder scoffed. “You’re a Private right? I was like you a couple months ago, Mason. I thought the world was black and white, it’s either the G.I. or the enemy. I later learned that in war, experience trumps ideology. I’d killed an Aurelian just a few days after I got drafted. I searched his corpse and I found pictures of the family he’d left behind, his fiancée. Only after that trauma of learning I killed a real man who had a real life did I learn that this war is pointless. All it’s fought for is a landmass in the middle of the Pacific.”

Mason laughed.
“You’re delusional. I’d kill an Aurelian any day to fight for democracy. Like I said before, it’s all for the greater good.”

Ryder took off his balaclava and looked at the innocent private straight in the eyes.
“You think this is come kind of video game don’t you, kid?” he asked in anger and rhetoric. “You think that this war is some kind of virtual reality? Well wake up, we’re in the real world..”

Radek held Ryder back with his arm.
“Lay off him. He’ll understand eventually,” he said calmly.
“I sure hope so,” Ryder sighed.

A faint whirring sound interrupted the argument. Emile looked through his binoculars and turned his attention back towards the group.
“We’ve got a Hornet inbound,” he cautioned, and turned back to the tri-barrel turret.

“I want everyone inside the building now,” the captain ordered. “If that Hornet spots us, then use the RPG to take it out, Radek.”
The soldier nodded.
“Now inside, quick!”

Ryder put his balaclava back on and noticed that Emile wasn’t moving.
“Emile, get down from there now!” he yelled, hoping that he just hadn’t heard him.

“It’s alright, I can take this thing down!” Emile shouted over the whir of the helicopter blades as it closed in on the trench.

The Hornet approached in all of its might and military capability, hovering towards the trench until it spotted the soldiers, stopping in its place mid-air.

The soldiers were frightened out of their minds, all of their yells covering each other’s.
“Get down from there right now, that’s an order soldier!” screamed Captain Latik, more worry on his face than anger.
“Emile what’re you doing! Get in the trenches!” yelled Radek.
“Emile don’t do this!” Ryder cried out. ‘Not another one. Please, not you, Emile,’ he thought to himself, his heart racing.

“Forgive me, Father,” whispered Emile. He pulled the trigger and began to fire at the Hornet, intentionally aiming for the bullet-proof canopy.

“GET DOWN!” screamed the captain at the top of his lungs, and all of the soldiers dove towards the ground of the trench.

Immediately after, the Hornet fired its missiles and blew up the turret in a fiery explosion that shook the earth.

Burning rocks and sand fell from above, covering the trench and soldiers. Ryder lifted himself off of the ground, covering his ears from the piercing ringing caused by the explosion. He was somehow able to hear the muffled voice of the captain.
“Is everyone alright?” he asked, coughing up ash.
Everyone confirmed except for Emile.

He looked back and saw Emile on the ground motionless, covered by the mostly-destroyed turret shield. He was covered with extreme burns, but was still alive; that turret debris must’ve saved him. Ryder lifted up the turret shield and horror met his eyes.

“Holy…” was the only thing that came out; he was completely stunned from the gruesome image. Ryder heard Mason scream.
Emile’s legs had been completely sliced off by the turret debris with the exception of his right, which was only bone at that point. Liters of blood were spilling out of his thighs onto the sand.

Latik brought himself back together, diverting his attention to the Hornet that was still hovering above, spraying high caliber rounds above the trench. He turned toward Radek.
“Get the RPG from inside and shoot that thing down!” he yelled over the gunfire. “Wait until its turrets overheat, then fire!”
Ryder heard the private vomiting behind him and thought back to when he killed that Aurelian. He took his eyes off of the barely-breathing Emile and turned his attention towards the captain. Latik pointed at Emile.

“If he’s still alive,” he stammered, “then wrap him up and stop the bleeding.” The captain ran towards cover and took out his radio.
Ryder took his balaclava off and began to press it down on his thighs.

“C’mon Emile,” he cried out. “Stay with me, man. Please.” He applied more pressure and heard him mumbling. “Emile?” Ryder moved his ear closer to his mouth to make out the words.

“Ki…” Emile stuttered, clearly going into shock. “” His eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“No, no, don’t go. C’mon Emile stay with me. You’ll be alright. It’s okay.” Ryder’s eyes were watering.
Radek ran out of the war-torn building, RPG in hand, as Ryder continued to apply pressure and wrap his balaclava around the bleeding areas.

Radek climbed up the ladder with his free limbs and waited for the Hornet’s gunfire to stop. He popped up out of the trench, aimed, and fired the RPG right at the canopy.

The Hornet exploded within an instant, sending fire and sparks flying in every direction. What remained of it crashed into the ground, the force of the massive explosion sending Radek to the ground.

He got up, wiping sand and ash off of his face. Radek saw Ryder trying to pick up what remained of Emile. He asked the question everyone had dreaded to hear.
“Is he dead?” he stammered.
Ryder checked his pulse.
“His heartbeat’s weak, but he’s still alive,” sighed Ryder. He couldn’t lose another friend. Not again.

“Help me carry him inside,” he ordered Radek. He nodded in response.

The two took their barely breathing comrade inside the building as Private Mason lay on the rock walls of the trench, hyperventilating.

A couple of hours later nightfall had set in. The barely-functioning lights of the building shined down upon the four soldiers. Radek was laying down until Ryder waved him over.
“He told me something earlier,” he said, taking a glance at the barely-breathing Emile.
“What did he say?” asked Radek concerningly.

“He..he told me to kill him,” Ryder stuttered. “I think…I think he tried to get killed by the Hornet.”
“My gosh..”

Radek coughed and tried to take Ryder’s mind off of him.
“You should..check on Mason. He hasn’t said a word know.”

Ryder lookout outside and saw Mason, lying on the rocks in silence.
“You’re right. I’m gonna go see if he’s alright.”

The private’s eyes were wide open, his jaw dropped, and body shaking, but not just from the freezing cold weather of the night. As he approached Mason, Ryder knew that he’d suffered from an acute stress reaction. He knew because he’d been through the same thing months ago.

“Mason, I’m so sorry,” Ryder consoled. “I know what it’s like. Nobody should ever have to witness something like this in their lifetime. It’s okay..” He placed his hand on his shoulder and the soldier viciously attacked him like a rabid animal.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” he screamed, and pushed Ryder into the sand. He’d been traumatized.

Mason looked beside Ryder and saw the dried blood of Emile, causing him to hyperventilate. The entire scene went through his head all over again. The explosion, the exposed bone, the bits of skin everywhere.

The private couldn’t handle it anymore and vomited in the same pile he had before. Ryder picked himself off the ground and rubbed his head, feeling a bump where his head hit the ground. No blood, thankfully. But a killer headache was starting to come on.

Meanwhile, inside, the captain was working on the radio’s frequency to get a distress signal out. Radek came over to him.
“Any progress?” he asked, concerned that they wouldn’t be able to evacuate soon.
“I’ve tried most settings, but if I’m right, this…” Captain Latik turned a knob and heard a voice through the static of the radio. “...should be it.” He smiled proudly.

Both soldiers could only make out a couple of words.
The signal was completely cut off by static and Latik turned off the radio.

The soldiers’ eyes widened in fear. From what they could understand, Aurelians were launching a bombing run on Prenmane. If this was true, the Imperium retaliate with the exact same method. Nobody would win. The city was going to fall.

The captain, completely scared for his life, was somehow able to think clearly throughout the whole ordeal.
“Radek, stay inside and don’t come out no matter what happens,” he warned. “We don’t need heroes right now. We need survivors. I’m going to get the private back in here.”

Ryder and the captain both ran towards each other.
“The Aurelians are starting bombing runs, get inside NOW!” he exclaimed. “I’ll worry about the private.”
He followed the order and looked back at Latik, surprised with his complete change in personality. Ryder hadn’t ever seen him that way before.

The captain ran over towards Mason, who was still puking his stomach out. He put his hand on his back and the private turned his head towards him.

“I’m gonna need you to take deep breaths, okay?” he asked, and Mason nodded his head. “Everything’s gonna be alright, okay? Emile, he’s okay. He’s alive. And we all need you to stay alive too. The Aurelians are gonna be bombing the area, but it’s gonna be okay, alright? You’re gonna be okay. I’m just gonna need you to get inside. That’s all I ask.”

The private turned his head and stared him in the eyes.
“Emile’s...okay?” he asked, his animal-like eyes fading into his normal ones.
“Yes, he’s okay. And I need you to be okay too. Just get inside.”

Mason ran without a word, the captain looking back at the building and sighing with relief. ‘Maybe this war really wasn’t worth it after all.’

Ryder and Radek made sure they got back in safely. The private made it through the door hole and hid himself in a corner, covering his head. Captain Latik followed closely behind with a smile on his face. A small whistling sound was heard, starting from a very low pitch. In mere milliseconds the sound increased in pitch, and the soldiers’ eyes widened. Ryder screamed.

He was cut off by an enormous explosion that emerged right next to the captain, completely obliterating him. The Imperial soldiers were swept off their feet. Ryder covered his ringing ears and the world around him began to blur; the lights of the building flickered, debris was falling and Ryder went unconscious.

About thirty minutes later, Ryder awoke. He groaned and rubbed his head; he must’ve fallen on the bump that Mason gave him.

Opening his eyes, Ryder took in bright red emergency lights coming from the ceiling; the backup generator was doing its job. He glanced at an unconscious Radek laying on the ground right next to him, still breathing, thankfully.

He switched his attention to getting out of the building; he looked towards the door but noticed a pile of debris that completely covered the exit. They were trapped.

Ryder sighed with discontent and lifted himself off of the cold, hard ground. He looked back at Radek, who had just woken up. He helped him lay his back on the supply crates in the corner. Radek nodded in gratitude.

He looked around the room for Mason, who was holding his knees, terrified; the private was still in shock. Ryder knew there was nothing he could do for him and diverted his attention back to Radek.

The two of them stayed silent for a bit, feeling the tremors beneath their feet and listening to the distant booms of explosions.
“How’re we gonna get out of here?” asked Ryder.
“No idea,” Radek shook his head. “We could try the radio, give our coordinates if we can get on the right frequency. But I doubt we could get a signal now.”
“You’re right. Even if we did…” Another tremor, this time closer. “They wouldn’t risk trying to get us out of Prenmane during this mess.”

The two heard whispers from the crates. Emile.

Ryder kneeled down next to him. He heard him say words faintly, only picking out the words “I need.”
“Emile,” he said. “What is it? What do you need?”

The disabled soldier turned his head to look he in the eyes.
“I...need kill me…” he muttered shakily, emphasizing each word enough so his comrade could hear him.

Ryder’s eyes began to well up again and he nodded. At that point he understood why he stayed at the turret. Why he shot at the canopy. He wanted to die. He wanted to escape the nightmare of the war, and Ryder understood that same feeling. He turned his head towards Radek.
“The pistol,” he commanded. “I need your pistol.”


“GET ME THE PISTOL NOW!” he snapped, feeling the guilt for refusing to grant Emile’s wish before.

“Emile…don’t make me do this,” he begged, tears streaming down his face as he clenched his teeth together. He couldn’t lose another friend. Not anymore.

“Please,” whispered Emile.

Radek handed Ryder the handgun from the barrel and looked him in the eye.
“I can do it if you need me to,” he reassured.
“No,” Ryder shook his head and took the gun. “I have to.”

Ryder put the end of the barrel up to Emile’s forehead and both soldiers closed their eyes. His hand shook and he struggled to pull the trigger.

A loud bang went out; he fired the pistol. Blood poured onto the ground from the back of Emile’s head, and Ryder dropped the gun, falling to the ground on his hands.

Ryder cried as Radek put his hand on his back and began to comfort him. Emile was dead.

Hours later after mourning his friend’s death, Ryder switched his attention to the world around him, wiping the tears off of his face. There was more important things they needed to deal with. They needed to find a way out.

He took in the room again. There was the private, still in his trance, and Radek, still working on the radio for some reason. He shook his head, got up, and came over to him.

“Still hope they’re gonna come after us?” Ryder scoffed.
“Sh,” replied Radek, annoyed. “I think I got the frequency again.”

Just as he began to turn the radio volume up, a bomb hit the building, knocking both soldiers hard into the ground.

Ryder rubbed his head and refocused his eyes, hearing the sound of something spraying like a garden hose. He lifted himself up and his eyes went wide with realization. A pipe had burst from the fuel tank, spilling a black liquid onto the floor; Oil.

“Oh my gosh,” Ryder said, teeth clenched and adrenaline running through his body. He wiped off the oil from his hand on his pants and ran away from the pool of oil that began to grow larger and larger by the second.

Looking back, he saw Radek on top of the rubble trying to remove the debris from the only way out in futility. Ryder came over to help and to avoid the oil; Radek had just removed a rock that revealed a small hole that led outside. He put his arm through it and began to yell.
“HELP! SOMEBODY HELP US! PLEASE!” But to no avail. There was no movement outside, nothing at all.

Mason got off the ground and stared at the oil, completely dumbfounded. His jaw remained dropped and he backed himself against the wall.

Ryder noticed this and shouted back at the private.
“Mason, get on top of the crates! Don’t let the oil touch you!”

He did as he was told and looked back at the spot where he had huddled himself, which was now covered in oil. The viscous liquid had almost covered the entire floor.

“It won’t budge,” sighed Radek in defeat as he released a large piece of debris covering the door. He looked back at Ryder. “What do we do?”
Ryder looked around the boiler room, trying to find anything, anything at all that could help them escape. There was nothing they could do to get out.

Mason focused his eyes on the radio.
“I’m going for it!” he yelled back at Radek and Ryder, and jumped onto the table where the radio was stationed. The soldiers watched him in fear, trying to collect themselves. They both noticed the fuel tank.

“Someone, a-anyone, is anyone there?” he asked into the radio, but was met with static. “We’re tr-trapped inside of a building, please. We-we need immediate help, anyone, please?”
Again, static.

Ryder was scared for the young man’s life. He didn’t deserve to die. Not this early.
“Mason get away from there, NOW! The tank-”

He was cut off by the ear-splitting sound of a bomb that hit the building; the fuel tank produced an enormous explosion that knocked all of the soldiers off of their feet. Dust and debris began to fall from the ceiling; the building was collapsing.

An exhausted Ryder found himself in the pool of oil, the left side of his face completely drenched in it. He strained himself trying to get up and off of the ground; the weight of rubble on his legs was too much. The soldier relaxed and his eyes widened in realization; the private.

Ryder looked over to where Mason was, finding nothing but a burnt, war-torn imperial helmet. He was dead, his body most likely obliterated in the explosion. A pit grew into Ryder’s stomach and he sighed.

In his distraction, he had forgotten about the situation at hand. The fire from the explosion was growing dangerously close to him, following the trail of oil. Ryder to lift himself out of the black liquid, but the inferno was too fast for him.

“AHHHHHH!!” Ryder screamed as the left side of his face was engulfed in flames; he felt his flesh burn, the fire eating away at his skin. The pain was unbearable. Using the last of his adrenaline, Ryder managed to roll over and get out of the pile of rubble, the flames still decimating his face. He severely burned his hand as he put it against his face, attempting to put out the blaze.

A limping Radek coughed up smoke as he made his way over to the screaming Ryder, ripping off some of his shirt and putting out the fire on his face.
“I’m gonna get us out of here,” he coughed out faintly. “I promise.”
At that point Ryder had fallen into shock from the pain of the flames, not being able to process anything, even the words that came out of his friend’s mouth.

Radek went back towards the door and began to lift the debris out of the way with all his might. One by one, chunks of debris fell to the ground as he clawed against the rubble, channeling as much strength as possible into removing the debris from the soldiers’ last hope of escape.

Soon after, the ground shook heavily, knocking Radek to the ground; another bomb had struck the building. He tried to scream as the stone and debris began to fall upon him, but to no avail; the smoke had decimated his lungs. As he suffocated, he took one last look at Ryder and closed his eyes. The heavily wounded soldier met his gaze sorrowfully as his shock faded away, the world still falling around him. Then all went dark.

One Day Later

Two armor-clad Marauders scoured the fallen city of Prenmane, stepping over rubble and dead bodies as they searched for anything of value. Darren lifted his visor as he caught a glimpse of blue beneath the debris.
“I think I found something,” he said, digging under the ruined stone. “Take a look over there for anything else.” The marauder motioned to his friend.

Removing the last piece of debris, the marauder discovered a horrifyingly disfigured body; the man’s face was barely distinguishable, one side completely charred. Stone shards stuck out of him in various places, dried blood covering almost the entirety of the soldier. Darren swallowed his own vomit.

As he began to walk away from the “dead” body, the soldier coughed shallowly, wheezing as he tried to take in as much air as he could. The marauder immediately returned to his side.
“How the heck…”
Before he could finish, Cobra cut him off.

“There’s a dead soldier over here,” he said. “Looks like he was crushed.”

“There’s one here too,” replied Darren. “But this one...he’s still alive. We gotta get him out of here.”

End of Part 1.


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  August 20, 2018
Quoting Werewolff Studios Mate, what a way to return to the story! That flashback scene was downright incredible, and exactly what I envisioned the fighting within the Skarr to be like! Great to see someone else use the setting, especially as effectively as you did! Also loved the back and forth with Haxrot and the two agents; just some downright awesome stuff! Keep it up my friend!
Thanks Werewolff! I'm really grateful that I could use the Skarr, I love making war-torn settings and it was just perfect for it! I really enjoyed making this episode, especially the dialogue between the three of them. Thanks again!!
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  August 20, 2018
Quoting --R.K. Blast-- Wow! What a return! By far and away one of the best episode I've read in a very long time. In fact, one of the best ever. Huge congrats on that. The flash-back was fantastic. Brilliantly written and some great sets too, it was simply great. I can't wait to read the next part now! I'm going to give you some bonus points too, it was so good. So, 8 points! --Blast--
Thanks so much R.K, this really means a lot to me! It took me a while to put this together and I'm really glad that I finally finished it. Thanks so much again!!
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  August 20, 2018
Quoting Benjamin O Oh. My. Goodness. What a way to come back. That's a slammer of a story. And I loved it. Well done, Griffin. Well done indeed.
Thanks so much Ben, I'm really glad that you like it!!
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  August 13, 2018
Mate, what a way to return to the story! That flashback scene was downright incredible, and exactly what I envisioned the fighting within the Skarr to be like! Great to see someone else use the setting, especially as effectively as you did! Also loved the back and forth with Haxrot and the two agents; just some downright awesome stuff! Keep it up my friend!
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  August 12, 2018
Wow! What a return! By far and away one of the best episode I've read in a very long time. In fact, one of the best ever. Huge congrats on that. The flash-back was fantastic. Brilliantly written and some great sets too, it was simply great. I can't wait to read the next part now! I'm going to give you some bonus points too, it was so good. So, 8 points! --Blast--
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  August 6, 2018
Oh. My. Goodness. What a way to come back. That's a slammer of a story. And I loved it. Well done, Griffin. Well done indeed.
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  August 6, 2018
Quoting Captain Kenbo Wow... This was just great! The builds were incredible, I especially liked the underworld city at the beginning, though I have to say it was more what I imagined Qoter to be like than Deltar 5. The Australia battle was done really well and the whole plot with Haxrot was pretty smart. I really liked this one man but 200 pictures, I thought my episodes were long haha. Maybe you should've split it up into smaller parts but oh well lol
Thanks so much Kenbo! Yeah, I didn't really capture the overall essence of Deltar Five too well, especially since this was made when there was no reference. And yeah, 2 parts would've probably been better. :P
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  August 6, 2018
Quoting Winslow "Whit" Wadsworth Whittier The Wise™ Wow... Fantastic work! I-I'm blown away by this episode! Keep up the good work!;)
Thanks a lot man!
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  August 6, 2018
Wow... This was just great! The builds were incredible, I especially liked the underworld city at the beginning, though I have to say it was more what I imagined Qoter to be like than Deltar 5. The Australia battle was done really well and the whole plot with Haxrot was pretty smart. I really liked this one man but 200 pictures, I thought my episodes were long haha. Maybe you should've split it up into smaller parts but oh well lol
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  August 6, 2018
Wow... Fantastic work! I-I'm blown away by this episode! Keep up the good work!;)
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