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The l'cie had invaded Palumpolum, and they were going to die for it. Private Uris just wasn't sure he was going to alive when it happened.
Sam Uris was a tall, skinny teen with a mop of blonde hair. He had joined the Guardian Corp after dropping out of school, and had expected to see, at most, a few fist fights during his time in the Corp. He had never expected anything like this to happen.
Running down the street with the rest of B platoon, Uris quietly begged the fal'cie that they would destroy the Pulsian menace before he was forced to try. He was not, however, very optimistic about anything like that actually happening. B platoon's first hint that trouble was coming had arrived that morning, when they were all ordered to suit up in their armor and assemble by the shore. This was extremely rare, as Palumpolum had an extremely low crime rate, and the only other time they had been ordered to suit up had been some riots a few months ago. However, Uris hadn't really started to worry until when, after a few hours of standing on the beach, PSICOM rolled into town. At the first sight of the black clad elites, Uris had known the l'cie had come to his town. Things had just kept on going downhill from there.
The platoon grinded to a halt as Sergeant Griffon, the leader of the PSICOM squad attached to B platoon, ordered a halt and begun yelling out orders. Apparently the l'cie had been located in the tunnel system, and were going to be apprehended as they came out into the Agora. Turing around, the platoon thundered towards the center of the city. Earlier that day, after PSICOM had rolled in, all Guardian Corp units had been issued assault weapons, and then briefed on the situation. The fugitive l'cie were indeed coming to invade Palumpolum, but Director Rosch was sure that they could stop them before anyone got hurt. Looking around, Uris had felt sure that the dangerous terrorists would be stopped, as he doubted anyone could survive the sheer amount of firepower that was being massed here. However, he felt a twinge of fear as he remembered horror stories that had passed down the grapevine about what had happened in the Garpa Whitewood, where an entire company of the Wildlife Observation Battalion had been slaughtered in a murderous rampage. The more he dwelt on it, the more terrified he had become. The last time Pulse had invaded Cocoon like this, it had taken the direct intervention of the fal'cie to stop it, and even then, a huge chunk of their beautiful world had been rendered inhospitable. He failed to see how Palompolum Security Division, even with the help of PSICOM.
B platoon, now joined by elements of C platoon and PSICOM units poured into the square. Uris, despite the fear that was pounding through his body, had to admit that it was an impressive sight. Troops poured in from every direction as Orions and a PSICOM airship descended from the sky. Uris ran to his position, dropped to his knee, and snapped up his weapon, looking for targets… and found that the square was mostly empty. Only 2 figures stood in the Agora, a young boy, and a woman in the uniform of the Bohdum Security Regiment. At first he thought that there was a mistake, that these were just tourists, and that everything would be fine. However, that notion was quickly dispelled as he heard his sergeant give the order take their weapons off safety. The fear that had been with Uris since that morning now reached up and threatened to overwhelm him. He had expected to face a mob of monsters, not two humans. If this was the entirety of the Pulse threat, then how could he survive? If two people could slaughter their way from the Hanging Edge to here, despite the best efforts of an entire world, what could a two companies worth of men possibly hope to accomplish? They were doomed!
As his fears threatened to overwhelm him, Uris saw an explosion come from the railing above the Agora. Smoke temporally obscured his view, but once it had cleared he saw that two more figures appear. More l'cie! It was a trap! He was going to die here! One of the figures on the railing threw something into the air. At first Uris couldn't see what was, but soon it expanded into a huge sphere of crystal. And then it exploded, and the world ended. Huge columns of crystals smashed into the plaza, killing troops left and right. And suddenly the two figures from the railing had a bike of some sort, and where riding on the crystal, spraying fire in every direction. This was too much! He hadn't signed up for this! Uris got to his feet, firing off wild bursts at the riders, and then felt the terror rise up a grab him as two of his squad mates were shot down beside him. He spun around, and started to run into the Agora, only to slide to a dead stop as he saw the woman from earlier, dragging the kid behind her, running directly at him, firing her gun blade. Uris knew then that he was dead. He tried to raise his weapon, but the l'cie was quicker.
The last thing he ever saw was the blast from the gunblade.