Loss
By
Final Saber
Nova stood amoung the ruins of the city. Fires still burned. Moans of pain could be heard.
And although, he didn't experience it, he could tell that the smell of blood was in the air.
He blamed himself for what happened here. True, it was only partialy his fault. The other part went to some goverment company.
A goverment company, with the task of recreating the medaforce.
They didn't know it, at the time, but they created a monster...
Hundreds of medabots had tried to stop the monster. Himself included. But none succeded.
Nova stepped through the streets, past the dead and the dying. For he could not help them. He stepped over shattered medabots, and equally shattered medals.
Few of either, medabot or human, survived this onslaught.
And this was just the first.
The first city of many.
That were to be attacked by the monster, that he himself had created.
That he himself had trusted...
That he called a friend...
That he called...
Saber.
He still remembered the day. When he lived it, he had been in awe.
Now... He was disgusted with himself. Saber hadn't been ready. The medal wasn't normal, just because the pieces were fixed.
The medal had to recover from the shock as well.
And that, was what had turned Saber, into a mass murderer.
Maybe you would understand better, if you saw it for yourselves...
By
Final Saber
Nova stood amoung the ruins of the city. Fires still burned. Moans of pain could be heard.
And although, he didn't experience it, he could tell that the smell of blood was in the air.
He blamed himself for what happened here. True, it was only partialy his fault. The other part went to some goverment company.
A goverment company, with the task of recreating the medaforce.
They didn't know it, at the time, but they created a monster...
Hundreds of medabots had tried to stop the monster. Himself included. But none succeded.
Nova stepped through the streets, past the dead and the dying. For he could not help them. He stepped over shattered medabots, and equally shattered medals.
Few of either, medabot or human, survived this onslaught.
And this was just the first.
The first city of many.
That were to be attacked by the monster, that he himself had created.
That he himself had trusted...
That he called a friend...
That he called...
Saber.
He still remembered the day. When he lived it, he had been in awe.
Now... He was disgusted with himself. Saber hadn't been ready. The medal wasn't normal, just because the pieces were fixed.
The medal had to recover from the shock as well.
And that, was what had turned Saber, into a mass murderer.
Maybe you would understand better, if you saw it for yourselves...