A man is sitting inside a bar, dressed in grey armor, a miner gun on the bar table, a broken shotgun next to it, an aged hook shot, and a sword. He takes a drink. "Yeah, I was there. Old Ironwolves, Iron strong. I'm surprised we managed to survive a hour." He points to an assault rifle under the table along with some sticky grenades. His eyes stare into his drink in the old bar as his raspy voice recall the day. "I was assigned to protect this group of old friends, some of the captains of the guard, I mean someone had to keep those scientists safe. So many bullets flying. These friends were captains, there was Ironwood, field specialist and sniper, Musklek, the miner, and Titanium, the close range combat specialist. We were on a snowy planet, what was it called again? They had the day off, and they were shooting the bull and telling stories and jokes, you could tell they were real friends." The man coughs a bit.
"We were holed up inside this building constructed out of snow, I was standing there looking out the window when they came. Hundreds of them coming in swarms. Some of them dragged our soldiers away with their tentacles, and ate their bodies." He shutters and puts one hand on his head while drinking. He wipes his lips off before continuing. "Musklek, he started to barricade the place while Ironwood took shots at them, managing to somewhat thin the ranks. We retreated upwards, destroying the stairs as we went. It did little help, soon they had swarmed the basement and were coming in from the roof. Ironwood was taking out those that tried to tear us apart, I was spraying grenades and gunfire, Musklek was using his miner gun, boy seeing those gibs fly made my day, and Titanium." He points to the helmet attached to his waist. "He was keeping them at bay, shotgun and sword. He broke the formation, and two minutes later he came back covered in their infected blood. When my gun when click, we knew we couldn't hold out much longer. Musklek was the first to go, dragged away by one that Iron wood couldn't get. His miner gun exploded a path way up more, and we ran. I grabbed it on the way, using it to reply the beasts back. Ug." He drinks some more and rubs his eyes, clearing his head. "We saw an abandoned craft, we knew we could escape, get to a ship, find some way to contain these monsters. At that point when I heard their moan, I knew they were monsters. Somehow, Titanium managed to clear enough of em that we made it to that craft, and we took off. Ironwood used his last bullet there, putting a hole inside the head of a person in red armor, seemingly working alongside the infected. Those Peacekeeper ********." He shakes his head. "The craft took us to the last ship leaving, just barely making it. Some sort of super zombie got aboard, and tore Ironwood limb from limb before devouring him. Titanium, he did what no Ironwolf soldier had ever considered. He took a grenade off my chest and ran at the thing, stuffing it down its throat." A tear comes to his eye and he puts on the helmet. "After words, only me and pilot lived to tell the tale. About six other Ironwolves made it back to the home base. Thousands more died as the infected cut out their coms. We were alone, but not without weapons."
He gets up and looks at the sword. "Peacekeepers barge in, and shoot down all but me. I just laid there, hoping they wouldn't realize I wasn't dead. They didn't, and leave the place to burn. I am the last of the Ironwolves, perhaps there are more but. For now, I am Grey Star, last of my kind. These skirmishes, I enjoy them. Taking down Nightmare and Peacekeepers one at a time, helping miners."