It has been over 1000 since the Kaiju Wars ended. Human scientist had invented great weapons to fight the monsters of the world. In reality all they did was create monsters of their own. The war had left earth in ruin. United Nation scientist quickly evacuated about 30,000,000 civilians to Mars in advanced ships. They had secretly been building large domes on Mars which contained sprawling cities within which could support life. These took nearly a century to complete. They built these in fear for the monsters going berserk or maybe a nuclear holocaust which would make earth impossible to live on. Large craters were also sealed on Mars creating large deserts and canyons. The poor, shady, and untrustworthy gather here because of their inability to live with the aristocracy in the big cities of Mars. These areas were lawless zones where the law was the end of a gun. Here a gun for hire tries to find his fortune and past.

"What is my name again? Who I am again? Why do I even ask myself?" The mercenary spoke aloud into the open air. He leaned up against the abandoned shack and looked up into the sky and through the transparent dome and into the abyss of space. That empty void which holds all of the answers we desire but almost impossible to find. The mercenary then looked to the west and saw emptiness and then to the east where the outline of Oxdest could be seen. Oxdest was the capital city of the human colony on Mars. Thousands of dark specs could be seen circling the city. The past hundred years has been uneasy. Many alien Kaiju attacks had led to a militarization of the Mars government and an alienation of its people. The mercenary shrugged and put his left hand through his light brown hair and in his left he held a cigar. He looked at it with distaste. " I should really quit." He stood upright and began walking west away from the big city. His robotic right leg clanking with each step he took across the red dessert.

After about two miles of walking had found a small town. Only about 20 buildings in total, none higher then two stories. He walked into the town square where only a hand full of people were out and about. He stared to make his way to a produce stand. Behind the stand stood a burly man. A large mustache covered his upper lip. He had thick cargo pants that were a deep shade of green and black jacket. He was well into his 40s. The vendor did not look to pleased with his presence.

"A few bundles of fruit and a gallon of water please." The mercenary said as he started to fish out some credits from his pocket. He noticed he was running low on funds

"150 credits outsider. What's with all the guns eh?" The vendor questioned pointing to the weapons strapped to the mercenary's back. " A rifle and a 10mm standard military pistol. Wonder what your hunting."

"Just a coyote."

"Right well here you go."

The hum of engines could be heard in the distance coming from the east. The mercenary cared little of it at first but then the audible sound of gunshots could be heard. The two hover vehicles cam in close enough where minor details of the people piloting them could be seen. The vehicle in front was a rather small one. Only room for about 5. Only two passengers were in it. One was a little man with short blond hair and thick glasses. He had a thin blond beard sprinkled with black. He was wearing what appeared to be a lab coat. The other was a slim black haired women wielding a rifle and firing at the vehicle behind them. The other one was much larger. From what the mercenary could tell it was a military vehicle holding about ten armored men.

" What the hell?" The vendor said in disbelief. As the vehicles came closer the mercenary could see the larger vehicle had a red fist imprinted on the side of its black hull. Definitely not the military. A small 50mm canon has been mounted on the back of the larger vehicle and now had its sights locked on the smaller one. It turned and lined up with the opposing vehicle and open fired. 4 shots came exploding out the barrel at lightning speeds and hit the smaller one on its rear and sent it flipping. It tumbled into the town square as bystanders screamed and fled string to find safety. A stray shot from the canons hit a man running from the square in the chest. His chest exploded and he fell onto the ground into a puddle of his own blood, guts, and bone. The smaller vehicle had finally stopped flipping the blonde man and armed women emerged from the wreck. Both covered in cuts from the crash. The blond man's arm was bent a funny way and his glasses were shattered. His face was covered in blood.

" Shit my glasses are broken and my right eye is cut. " He cried holding his right side of his face.

"Come on we have to go now!" The black haired women exclaimed urgently but it was far to late. The black vehicle had already found its way into the town square as ten heavily armed and armored men hopped off the sides. An eleventh man stepped out of the rear of the vehicle. All of his limbs had been replaced by metal counter parts. His right eye was covered by a patch. A large scar cut from his right side of his face to his left cheek. His haired was a dark grey. This man was a seasoned warrior. He bag an walking toward his prey. The women raised her rifle and pulled the trigger. The only thing that followed was a large click.

" How unfortunate." The man said in a raspy voice. " Your little game is over. You are coming with us and will pay for your crimes against his greatness."

"No!" The women screamed. She ran at him rifle raised like a club in an attempt to bash his head open. She swung and he dogged easily. His mechanical hummed and then clanked as the gears within moved. He punched at with the velocity like a missile. His mettle fist caught her in the gut. She spat up a wad of blood and went flying back 6 feet. The blond man ran to her aid. He began walking towards the the blond man. He was within ten feet of him when his path was blocked by a tall burly man.

" We are all civilized here. How about we calm down here and sort this out like rational human beings?" The vendor said.

"Are you assisting a traitor?" The warrior asked.

" Only trying to prevent collateral damage." Pointing to the dead man whose puddle of blood was now a dark red.

" Assisting a traitor is punishable by..." A gunshot rang out as a bullet left the vendors back through his gut. "death." The vendor fell to his knees and looked up into the sky. " Your next string bean!" Pointing to the blond man with his pistol. He began to pull the trigger. The blond man closed his eyes. BANG. He opened his eyes to see the warrior with a hole where his left eye used to be. The warrior fell and a stream of blood followed. The mercenary had fired his pistol from the produce stand. The other solders opened fired. Their sub machine-gun weapons begin tearing up the vendor stand, the building behind it, and ripped apart any innocent bystanders. The mercenary popped up again and fired his rifle again and again. Taking out an enemy with each shot. The remaining 6 soldiers lowered their weapons and pulled out their Kaiser blades. Long 6 inch knives which were made of a concentrated laser. They were strong enough to cut through some of the toughest of armor, a new addition to the Mars army. "How did these guys get them?" The mercenary said to himself . He pulled out his own knife. A traditional combat knife. "It will have to do. He leaped over the stand to engage his first enemy. He had to aim for the neck where there was a space between the armor plating. The enemy sliced intending to spill the mercenary's guts. The mercenary ducked at super human speeds and swiped his arm at his opponents legs. His enemy fail flat on his face and the mercenary shoved his knife into his neck. The knife meet bone. He left his knife and grabbed the Kaiser blade. He drew his pistol and fired its entire clip into the enemy ranks. Making all but one soldier left.

"He is not human! What is he?" The soldier screamed as he began running way. The mercenary closed the distance easily and kicked his robotic leg into the back of his openness leg. The bone snapped easily. The solider began to fall. Before his body hit the ground or for him to the cream the mercenary slashed the Kaiser blade across the soldier's neck. It sliced through like butter and completely decapitated the solider,

"I think I will keep this." The mercenary said as he seethed his new knife. He was completely covered in blood and other human fluids. He walked over to the vendor and flung him over his shoulder.

"The names Weston." The vendor said.

" Save your strength friend."

The mercenary walked over to the odd couple the soldiers were chasing. " And who are you two?"

" I am Dr, Clay Anders, and this is my sister Eva. Um, who are you?" The blond man responded.

" I don't have a name. I am a ghost."

"More like a fox. Don't mind if I call you that? Um, oh and are you for hire?

" Wait what?"

(Mercenary POV)

To be honest he liked the sound of that name. What does this small man want from me? Why was he being chased? I like that name... Fox.