| Prologue |

As acrid fumes woke my conscience back up, the intense heat of ionic overcharges that had molten my left leg's bones began to make me suffer once again.

Crawling to reach my wielding tool for self-defense and agonising to my injuries I began to think about these monsters. I had brief flashbacks of that one guard who's skull got busted open in half by one of those pincer-equipped units.

I thought to myself: "I need to get the fuck out of this place!".

As i managed to get back up on my feet even though my injuries, i started walking in this unnatural way, as my left femur and tibia were soldered together by the blast of the bio-generators.

Trying not to faint once more, i reached the corridors. Moaning coughing and even swearing, i managed to get a hold on something and let the pain go away for a brief period of time. As i tried to concentrate and relax, I hear alarmed footsteps clanking on the cool metal floors.

A figure, far from familiar approaches me, I try to unholster my weapon but alas i am too slow, as for this half-mechanical being is far too fast for even my brain to comprehend.

Too late, i don't even have the time to swear or think as the molten bolt it fires from between its pincers flies across the room and straight into my cortex. I am no more, anyways, what could i even do, the place was swarming with these things.

-Gwarr' egh ackann ighor't meklan dok [Target eliminated my liege, should i come back?].

The pirate's transceiver buzzes an annoying monotone, robotic voice

~Gyenn' ga wroo gek gek hararaara' gen gal~ [Good,very good commando, come back to site hararaara for your promotion….].