August 13th. 20:30 PST

The dark desert of Nevada, a place full of mysteries and tragedies. It was the place where the Nuclear tests were executed by the American government during the second world war and the cold war. But that is not the most interesting aspect of said desert. This aspect is the enigmatic base; Area 51.

While official reports say that is actually just a USAF base for prototype planes, many people believe that it is actually a base containing secrets coming from outer space, including extraterrestrial life.

It later turned out to be actually true, because it was occupied and revealed to the public by the Zlocu during the invasion, now the base serves as F.O.B for Zlocu activities in North America.

Everything aspect has changed. Every aspect of Zlocan machinery is present in every corner. Walkers, dropships, charge tanks, it didn't matter what type they were, all that mattered is that now an important zone from the American government has been stripped away from enemy hands.

Inside the main room on one of the bases, there's a figure sitting in their chair looking at a computer. The computer shows a handful of images such as huge lines of people being rounded up in occupied cities, Zlocan banners being put in place in various cities, etc. Perhaps the figure must be interested in the work the Zlocu have done recently. In spite of the old-fashioned looking room, it still gathered enough advancement to make the Zlocu operate in it.

"This invasion seems to be going smoother than expected..." the figure mutters while crossing its hands and looking at the monitor, with a mechanized, male voice coming from it.

The figure is wearing a black fedora hat, with a black visor composed of known stainless steel, a long coat worthy of a Man in Black, and two pairs of red plate gloves, and two bags on his back, likely containing some sort of technological equipment.

He's Raven, the leader of the Human Inquisitors, a group of Humans who cooperate with the Zlocans. Voluntarily or forced, that's what it takes to take part of it.

"Sir, we have someone waiting at the door. He's requesting to talk to you about what happened this evening." says someone in the intercom, likely a guard outside the room.

"Bring him in," Raven replies.

The door opens behind him while he's sitting at his desk, the man that waited outside is none other than the same knight who escaped the Earth Warriors' first attack. He seems traumatized and scared, shaking uncontrollably while trying to take a seat near one of the tables that are in the room.

"I heard that the patrols that headed to California for collective recruitment got wiped out by a mysterious force, right?" Raven asks while he stands up and walks near the knight.

All the knight could do is to stutter. Everything he saw, is something that hasn't proven to break the spirit of a Zlocan so easily.

"Y-y-"

"Spit it out," Raven interrupts in a cold tone, he clearly doesn't have the patience for any sort of comfort.

"Yes, sir! It's just...we were doing our jobs in what you said. It was all going well until...the attackers ambushed and killed most of the units except me..." the knight replies, still in a scared and shaky tone.

"Who were they? Did you manage to identify them?"

Yes, they we-ee-re...Damn it! I don't think you're going to believe this but, they were the same persons we were trying to hunt and then recruit them! Four ordinary people just turned the tide!"

"So, the hunted becomes the hunter right?"

"I...I don't know sir if you put it like that..."

"Hm-hmm. But whoever they are, I hope you have a good excuse as to why your team was able to be wiped out by these "ordinary" ones."

"It's...it's...impossible for you to believe..."

"Mouth it off, I don't care what is right now," Raven replies again.

"Well, for a moment we found four fugitives hiding in the woods, each one being hunted down by a different unit with the objective of recruiting them, but we thought we wasted too much time and ordered us to execute them. They were in clear sight, I swear it...But then a white light appeared and we were blinded for a moment. Afterward, the light disappeared, and so were they!" The Knight says in his increasingly desperate tone.

"We tried to find them again, even digging underground to find them but suddenly, our walkers and drones started to get trashed by something, then the general and the rest were levitated by something and thrown away, and some sort of water wave splashed the remaining ones again... It was them, sir! The people we were looking for! And one of them, likely the sister of the man we captured recently started to interrogate me so she can know where he was taken!"

"One of the last of the Soranians? I never expected that one of them was going to take revenge against the Zlocu for this. But nonetheless, quite interesting, and ironic." Raven says.

The Knight could only nod in response rapidly, still wanting to go away from the terrible memories he's enduring to tell.

But tell me, did you slip out our secret?"

"Not fully...I was forced to give a hint to them in regards to the name and something that surrounds it but don't worry, they'll never find our secret weapon!"

"I see, let's hope that is the case."

"Good, good, good....but sir, can I leave now?"

"No. You know the consequences of letting your comrades die and letting the enemy get some information. All Zlocans are expected to be the strongest in any sort of battle and letting their secrets go unchecked. And it's just like the old saying: Your brothers are your brothers, you must be always with them, even in death. And as the Zlocan command established, break both of these rules and you'll face the consequences." Raven says as soon as he walks from him and steps behind him.

The Knight then gets increasingly agitated and now tries to reason with Raven, with tears falling down with eyes as red as they can get.

"No no no! Please! NO!!! I do like being with my comrades but this is the first time it happens to me! Just please give me another chance, I swear to you that we will find these weak humans for killing my brothers and demonstrate that we-"

Just as he's continuing his rant, he suddenly stopped speaking, as if something affected him, making him gargle violently as orange blood starts coming out of his mouth.

He then tilts downwards and sees the cause.

He's stabbed in the back by a metal claw, coming from a hand, the one hand that belongs to Raven himself. Blood dripping outside of it, gushing out in many droplets. After a brief pause, the knight stops moving and Raven takes out his claw out of the knight's chest and later kicks him out of his table to the floor.

The Zlocu may have the best soldiers, but the consequences of failure are grave, pretty grave.

"Failure is not an option in this empire," Raven replies callously.

Raven then heads toward the door where the Knight entered and proceeds to knock outside.

"He's finished with his therapy. Now let's hope he has time in reuniting with his brothers."

The guard did as he's told and took the dead Knight out of his room, later, Raven sat on his desk again, crossing his fingers while thinking about what happened.

"This seems really interesting, a group of humans going from weaklings to warriors. Now, they may think that their new founded strength may stop us, but we have our Humans as well. But whether they kill them or not, it will show them that there's no such thing as a hero, only monsters."

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In another part of the complex, there's a man with silverish-blue-hair in a ponytail, his eyes as yellow like coming from a sickness, a black tidy bandanna on his forehead, and an armband on his left arm. He's slicing and dicing many things he sees on sight, both up and down, holding his golden curved sword in all positions.

He's panting heavily with each slice, but he kept a determined look on his face, not willing to stop. After vertically slashing a mechanical drone, he then impales the remains of the drone, all in a victorious way.

"This is it...I'm truly the best!" the man says.

"Best novice at least." a voice can be heard, likely outside the room.

"Oh shut the hell up, I'm just getting started and I already turned these idiotic things into scrap metal!"

"Dakrin Cavendish, just because you did this at least in level 1 doesn't make you into a great warrior just yet."

"If you insist...give me the level 20 course!"

A door then opens, in which a bulky, industrial looking machine emerged, with a vertical visor and shiny red glowing eyes. It looks like a dumb, monotonous scrap of metal at first.

"Alright, are you ready to taste this sleek example of-"

But before he could finish his line, the robot then thrusts forward towards him, then knocks him out cold before he could even react. All because he was distracted boasting about his "great" combat skills.

This makes the technicians chuckle to his misfortune while the machine got deactivated and put back to one of the gates.

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In another dimly lit room, there are eight prisoners stripped down to their underwear, all looking beaten down and sweaty. All of them had many kinds of injuries people could expect, cuts, slashes, damaged eyes, the usual, but some were even dismembered from their bodies. One had an amputated hand as well.

In front of them is quite probably a total opposite attract of Amira. A yellow skinned, purplish- -short-hair that covers her green eyes, looking as venomous like a poison ivy, with high-elf like ears and a slim body as well, her metallic armor proof of it.

She's Yamja Tomentradi, the daughter of the Zlocan emperor, Malgan. If there's someone as wicked as a killer like him, the answer lies within the offspring.

She stares condescendingly towards the prisoners, looking down like prey who were captured and ready to be served. The prisoners are in a kneeling position. And even though none of them have their hands tied up, they're too weak to strike back against her. Her sly, sneaky smile is something that can catch them off guard as well.

"Oh my, my! Look what we have here! Bunch of new kids eager to learn from their new instructors!" She tauntingly says as she cackles with a hint of madness in her.

"But, we're gonna learn you may ask? Well, allow me to give you the lesson. Your age of superiority has come to an end. All your days of savoring your own hubris and asinine ideas led to your own downfall at the hands of the Empire. And what do you think what you will do next? Rot painfully and being left behind with a worthless death not worth even remembering for future generations and perhaps serving as feculent remains for the unworthy? Or restart once more...at the hands of the Inquisitors, in other words, you'll serve all of us, for my daddy's great big conquest!"

One of the prisoners, which is an Asian looking man, didn't take kindly her words.

"And then sacrifice our own cause for something so heinous?!"

"Speak for yourself, you hypocritical Human. Our way is one that can guarantee that your own race is redeemed in the eyes of the galactic community. Genocide and wars, all unnecessary elements for your race that don't mean anything to you. And yet for all these years when you committed to making things more peaceful, you went on in exterminating those who don't share the ideals of yours But now with the Inquisitors, you will learn respect and well-deserved power among the weak. Now, here's the choice. In order to prove someone's worth of sticking up to what they truly believe, then they should step forward and accept immediate execution while the rest is spared. But, if no one here makes a decision in twenty seconds, then better pray for a journey to the next life."

All of the prisoners soon became more anxious and terrified, all while looking at each other and telling each other to do it. The needs of many should outweigh the needs of few as well. But who can tell which one can suit best in a conflict? Ten seconds pass, and just as she was about to raise her hand, the same Asian guy then stands up in front of her.

"How about if you take me instead!? Kill me, and I won't watch any more people suffer! Just please..."

Yamja is surprised as such gesture, for someone who tried to defy, he too would also sacrifice for his fellow Human beings, known and unknown. With her sole focus on him, she grabs his arm and helps him stand up. She smiles "gently" at him, surprised at his conviction.

"There, now you see a great man of pure conviction that shows how much you mean to him. I must congratulate him for his bravery...but unfortunately, there can only be one out of many for a war like this. So, dear man, bid farewell to your comrades. It must have been nice for you to meet your baby-brothers but I guess it's the time to be raised into a grown up."

"What?! Stop it now!"

His pleas fell on deaf ears, as soon she starts charging electricity between the soles of her hands, turning into a zig-zagged pattern while wildly zapping some things close to her.

Such is the way of the Zlocu...and some of the worst of demons that inhabited Earth for years.

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In another room, there are many different posts that are surrounded by walls, all of them showing a long range of objects filled with bullet holes. Some of the people present can be seen practicing their skills with their guns with varying success. Some are Human, some areZlocans.

But among them, there are 20 target models approaching towards an unknown person. It's a woman.

She's blonde with pulled hair, a black eye patch on her right eye, an indication of her expertise in what she's capable of. Well-suited yet at the same time with a relentless demeanor towards her target, she's probably the candidate for the deadliest killer in the Universe. She's Jane Worren, the most deadly female mercenary of the UK, and the world to some extent.

She continuously shoots every target she sees, almost never turning to another direction with her Walther CCP gun. Her direction is clear, all in the head, not turning away or anything, all hitting the same spot from the same target practice model that emerged.

An alarm could then be heard, and the models stop moving.

"Clear. High score of today go to Jane Worren, a whole new record of shooting all targets in just 45 seconds." a voice says.

Some either applaud at her records while other watches her silently yet with visible scorn on their faces, in which soon they turn away from her. Nonetheless, Jane doesn't mind at all, she's just herself, nothing else, nothing more.

The Inquisition is truly something at hand, nothing to be underestimated.

2 hours later.

Meanwhile, in Big Meadow, while Zlocan activity in there is relatively small, the low presence of military forces from Humans make it a landing place of operations for Zlocan troops into American territory. Walkers, Knights, and tanks have already rolled in for action and in preparation for their next operation.

But even then, the warriors of their nation can still be found in some capacity.

Hidden in the bushes, six figures are laying prone, quietly observing a landing Zlocan ship with some troops observing.

One is a man with dark skin, and a pompadour worthy of a cool guy, in spite of a visible scar on his right cheek. Wearing a long purple trench-coat and with a bag-pack, he seems like a man who's ready for anything.

"Sae jackie, ye think thes is the hot stuff we expect? another figure says, with a thick, feminine, Scottish accent.

The man is known as Jackson Bairman, and if you expect the best, he can come up with it.

"Ah, Luce...you always need that the hot stuff always comes with a great reward for taking out ugly mugs in here," Jack replies with his deep, smooth voice.

Alongside him is Lucy Henderson, a former journalist, and photographer of various magazines around the world. With her ginger hair, pink lush eyes and medium weight body and a bag with a handful of knives inside, she can truly provide some tricks beneath her sleeve.

"Ah, don't be hasty! It's not like we can all grab it one go, or unless you truly possess something incredible inside you, right?" Lucy replies back while slightly smacking him in the arm.

He's unfazed and soon draws an amused smirk.

"Heh, you surely still think of it, don't you?" Jackson says.

"Listen to her man, you might get the proper sense in knowing what to do in situations like this, former soldier or not." Another figure replies, this time coming from a man wearing a dirty, wrapped police uniform.

"You think Murph?" Jack replies slyly to Murph. He groans in frustration.

"You and your bleeding mouth..." he replies.

"Well no shit, that's the best we know of him." Another man said, this time being one having dark rugged hair, wearing a dark blue leather jacket and with a double-barreled shotgun near his holster.

"Maxie-boy, you that ain't the half of him by now," Luce replies back as she pointed her binoculars to him. This makes him scoff.

"Well, there may be an extra reward if you behave like proper children." another figure says, this time a woman with brown hair and blue jumpsuit, with a huge flamethrower next to her.

"Sure thing Ellen, but you should know that I'm not tolerant of sugar as you think," Jackson replied back with sarcasm.

"Boys as usual..." the final figure replies, is also a woman with brown curled hair and some white robes. Luce only chuckled in response to her annoyed tone.

"Oh Laiya, you sure do bring the fun," Jackson replies.

"OK, that's sure is enough my buddies, keep mouthing off like that and we may spend the next weeks transporting crap to their prisons," Luce says, this time with an annoyed tone and raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah right...well, where was I? Well, we know that our movements in this war zone are downright limited and therefore we can't achieve with it. But if there's one person I can rely on my life and turn the tide, is someone located near the north. Government forces have reunited with others to form some form of alliance to take back our lands." Jackson says while Lucy's taking some photos of the group stationed on the ground while having a conversation with a shadowy figure.

"And right now, we need to gather enough intel in the occupied zones so they can get the idea of what's going on."

"Now that you think of it, maybe this one group may bring something interesting, but we're not seeing anything that horrible yet," Lucy says.

"Isn't an invasion that horrible enough to you?" Murphy replies angrily.

"Well yeah...but more than that, there's the need of a special weapon that can be needed to get public support on our side; Evidence of more actions. One of the oldest rules of war journalism by the book and you should know every inch of it, ya got it?" Lucy says while still looking at Murphy with her binoculars.

"Well if you insist..."

She then turns back to the Zlocan group, she starts to frown as she notices something she couldn't expect.

"Oh dear..."

"What is it, Luce?" Jackson says, this time with a more concerned tone.

"I see them bringing up a group of prisoners from a cargo truck, appear to be civies, four of them to be exact...Oh no, they're being strapped by some sort of collar in their necks..." Lucy says, her tone becoming more concerning as well.

As they do that, they also handcuff the civilians together, all while the shadowy figure approaches them.

None other than Raven himself.

"By deciding to run away, you've decided to become part of the weak. One should know that a true warrior is one the knows how the job should be done and what's the right action to take it. If you honestly believe that rejecting your second chance was the solution, then you'll be dead wrong." he then turns to the Zlocan Knight.

"Do it."

The Knight salutes him as he then proceeds to push a button on the collar that ties the civilians together.

A beeping sound from the collar is heard as well.

Jackson, angry at such action being committed, tries to stand up but Lucy holds him back to the ground.

"Hold it! You don't want us to get caught simply because of your insistence on going all hero. There's nothing we can do for now." Lucy says solemnly as she records what's happening.

Looking closely, it appears that nothing is truly happening among the civilians.

Not at least until the beeping sound comes faster and faster.

Without warning, the four heads of the civilians collectively exploded from the force of the collar itself, soon dropping dead to the ground while the headless remains gush out the blood from the neck.

And it can't get any worse for Jackson himself.

Flaring his nostrils heavily, his eyes as wide they can be and shaking extremities nothing could be coming for him right now.

"Jackson I know that-" Lucy tries to reassure him but...

"They took many of my countrymen already, my family, my friends, everyone...but now...I WILL KILL THE SONS OF BITCHES!!!"

He shouts at the top of his lungs as he soon stands up and grabs his M16A4 rifle with grenade launcher and shots a shell to the position of the group.

The Zlocan group then notices the source of the loud voice but before they could react, the shell hits near a handful of them, being thrown back by the force of the explosion.

Even if it didn't kill them, they still get injured from the strike.

Jackson then proceeds to fire wildly at the group while Lucy and the others are forced to stand up and try to hold Jackson back to no avail.

The Zlocan troops then take notice of the attackers and proceed to fire their blasters at them.

"I TOLD YOU TO KEEP CALM!" Lucy yells while taking cover from the laser bolts.

"AND CARRY ON WHILE LETTING OTHERS DIE!?! HELL NO!!" Jackson yells back.

"We have no time left, let's move!" Laiya says as she and the others pull out their guns and start firing back to the troops and dodging as many bolts as they can.

Jackson managed to hit some of the troops, but many could still be seen coming.

And know him getting low on ammo, given that the rest is in the bag, he too now runs while taking cover alongside the rest.

Running as fast they can, they try to outrun the Zlocan troops giving chase and being lead by Raven himself.

It's no easy task to do, so they all soon split up in order to distract them.

Murphy, quickly twirling his SIG Sauer P226, proceeds to fire at some Zloca Knights while taking cover from a tree.

Almost being grazed from every blast, he fires back as much as he can.

"God-damn it!" he says, stressed from the fire he's receiving.

But before he could continue, he notices that the Zlocan troops stopped firing, almost if they ran out of ammo or energy.

Trying to get out of cover while aiming his gun, he gets grabbed by him and tackled to the ground.

It's Raven, now holding him at his mercy.

"Policemen...always the supposed defenders for the public trust and law, and yet your kind largely did the opposite. So in the name of the Zlocu, it's time for your dues."

Raven then holds Murphy and reveals him in the open, turning that the Zlocan Knights noticed Raven beforehand and then allowed him to do the work so he can prepare a signal from him.

Murphy tries to fight him off but Raven kicks severely in the right leg, causing to wince in pain as it gets dislocated from the force.

Raven then raises his closed fist, then later opens the palm, indicating their signal, soon walking away from Murphy.

They start firing at Murphy with many of the laser bolts that they have, this time larger, hitting various parts of his body while he screams in pain.

Some seconds last, but eventually the Zlocans stop firing their heavy loading, now leaving Murphy as a limbless person with smoking holes around the body.

"One down." he callously said before moving out to the next target.

On the other side, Max takes his double-barreled shotgun in trying to fire the Zlocan Knights, and like Murphy, he too takes cover from the fire.

"Those hellish bastards, you want some of this!?" Max says as he leaps sideways and proceeds to quickly shot the Zlocan Knights who are after him, flawlessly hitting two of them.

Max then stands proudly while carefully reloading his shotgun.

"Some people these days just don't learn..."

Then, a blade is pierced through his jaw, causing a handful of blood to gush out from it.

Said blade is golden-looking, all coming at the hands of Dakrin Cavendish himself, who stood there while he was distracted with his bravado.

"Well, I guess you haven't learned in paying attention." Dak snarks.

Dakrin then slices down the jaw and proceeds to impale Max's cranium. Then, he detracts the blade from the cranium, causing max to drop dead.

Dakrin could only chuckle at such unfortunate event and then proceeds to walk away.

In another part of the place, Ellen's trying to hold off the enemy by spraying them with her flamethrower, trying to block their sight and path while trying to burn any of them.

She does so while running both left and right, trying to hold off as much as she can while trying to keep the enemy at bay.

It appears that she's doing well, as so far, nothing is hitting her, likely from the spreading flames.

She then tries for another circling around the area but then notices a shadowy figure nearly next to the fire.

Ellen then tries to unleash the flames once more, but this time, the flames are then stopped mid-air.

All done by the figure extending their hand.

Said figure is none other than Yamja herself, who's smirking in amusement for the "primitive" use of such weapon with the element of fire.

"Pfff, are you, Humans, really that simplistic?"

"What the hell do you mean by that!?"

Yamja answers by pushing the flames back at her at full force, quickly scorching her apart painfully.

Ellen tries to put down the flames, but the heat makes it too unbearable to contain it.

She then drops dead, with her scorched body being the only thing left, almost unrecognizable.

For Laiya, she holds her ground while shooting her enemies with her Desert Eagle, shooting each of the nine-round the .357 revolver cartridge contained with the gun.

Surprisingly, she manages to shoot her enemies in spite of her inexperience.

She lets out a sigh of relief, maybe believing she's off the hook now.

"Funny, I can tell the luck you have with the gun, at least from someone like you who hasn't seen any real combat yet, or even at all." someone says, this time from Jane Worren herself.

Laiya quickly reacts and aims her gun at her.

But unfortunately, she forgot the number of bullets she just fired, and now it stands empty while staring at her nervously.

"That's an IMI Desert Eagle with a .357 Magnum cartridge, and you've had your nine."

Jane pulls her Walther P99 gun and quickly shoots Laiya in her chest, causing her to drop to the ground.

She then tries to crawl back to safety while holding her wound in check and trying to resist the pain.

Unfortunately, Jane notices, proceeding to shoot her in the back.

This time, the body stands lifeless, while blood oozed to the ground.

Jane then walks away once more, this time unloading the cartridge and checking the number of bullets she has left.

Now Lucy's almost by herself, but even so, she can hold her ground pretty well.

Using her quick perception of the surroundings, she manages to throw her knives to the enemies she sees while taking cover as well.

Quickly hiding near a tree, she quickly notices the surroundings around here and notices the pattern in the enemies shooting her.

Almost five or four, she notices.

After a brief moment of hesitation, she then pulls a pair of knives from her bag and then throws at two Zlocan Knights in the open, swiftly leaping to the other tree the knives impact the two knights chasing her.

Quickly noticing the lack of fire, she lets out a small chuckle of relief while walking near the corpses to pull the knives from the impacted areas.

"Poor boys, they miss the point of this as usual..." she mutters to herself while then trying to search for Jackson.

But as she's trying to find him, Raven then emerges from the obscured landscape once more, this time catching Lucy by surprise as she steps back in shaky tone.

"It seemed we're missing another piece, but compared to you...you seem the penitent one for us. If you want to live, please tell us what you and your colleagues have been hiding from us."

"Go to hell!" she shouts as she pulls one of her knives.

Then, her body stops moving, in which she quickly notices as she can know only move her eyes and head.

Wondering nervously why it's happening to her.

She then notices why.

It's Yamja using her dark arts once more to paralyze her almost completely.

Dakrin and Jane emerged from the other sides as well, surrounding the poor Scottish lady as well.

Biting her lips, breathing irregularly, it's something Lucy never wanted to have on her.

Raven then walks next to her, who then grabs a mini syringe and stabs her in the neck, causing her to wince in pain before eventually passing out.

"So, we're gonna kill this bitch or what?" Dakrin eagerly says.

"The others may be already dead, and we need to extract the secrets of what this secret base is," Jane replies.

Raven then noticed an assault ship arriving in the area, ready to pick up the Inquisitors and some of the surviving Zlocan knights.

"Inquisitors, mission accomplished," Raven says as he carries Lucy in his back while the others follow suit. Carefully carrying the body, he enters inside and puts Lucy in one of the seats. He later detaches some wires coming from his chest and wraps it around Lucy, covering it around her chest up to the ground of the ship near the seat

Unbeknownst to them, they underestimated the chance of survival for the former soldier.

Jackson himself seems to be running to the distance after killing some Knights, meaning he's likely trying to find the rest of his team.

"MURPH?! MAX?! ELLEN?! LAIYA?!" He shouts as he continues running. That is until he notices the ship lifting away. With his long eye-sight, he notices something he didn't want to see. Lucy being held captive as the ship's door remain open for Raven and the rest to remind Jackson of his failure.

Enraged, Jackson quickly tries to chase the leaving transport ship while firing wildly at it.

"LUCY!!!" Jackson yells at the top of his lungs, all eager in trying to recover his colleague.

Sadly, it's too late as the ship takes off right when he appeared, all while trying to leave to safety.

Enraged and consumed with grief, Jackson stomps the ground many times while throwing his bag away in a fit of frustration, shouting in anger, apparently knowing that the others have been killed as well, and now someone close to him has been captured.

"DAMN THEM! DAMN THEM ALL!!! WHEN WILL YOU STOP GOING OUT FOR OUR BLOOD, YOU MURDERING BASTARDS?!!!"

After a brief period of venting his anger, he then kneels sadly while looking down and trying to breathe normally.

"Why...all of this...just why.....?" he mutters to himself, his voice as shaky yet doing his best to stay firm.

Some silence for him happens, all to try to keep himself calm.

Soldiers are always told to sacrifice everything they know if they want their mission to succeed.

But, is it really that necessary?

After some period of silent mourning, Jackson then stands up once more, now with a determined yet also restrained expression while gripping his hands.

They may have taken everything from him, but if he wants to, then he may just take everyone who wronged him.

Quickly picking his bag, he then departs to another place, ready to prepare himself for another day.

Another day to perhaps start anew.