3rd Person P.O.V
A mysterious figure lingered on the rooftops of Haven City, looking over the depressed, colorless, and lacking greenery of the concrete city. It continued to wander throughout the 'glorious' city, or whatever was left of it. Machines ruled this place, fortresses were there to seem like it's protecting the people from the terrors outside those towering walls. In truth, it was there to trap them within the ruler's domain; unable to do anything about it- only to serve under his control.
*BANG!*
The suspicious silhouette shot a red guard and leaped down with an Jet Board, nullifying the effects of falling to its doom. It dragged the body somewhere into the deep dark corners of the heavily defended area, unstrapping the armor off as quick as the figure could. It was a fortunate thing that barely any civilians travelled here.
Afterwards, disguised as a trooper, it walked around the area aimlessly; seemingly looking for something. The unknown imposter had to abandon the rifle somewhere no one could notice it and had to grab the weapon every unit is supposed to have.
A blue electrical portal suddenly opened to an extremely restricted zone, revealing two things to emerge out of it, and thus, crash landing on the metallic ground. The impersonator noticed the foreign duo being spat out of the portal, one of their clothes looked out of place or odd. He looked like what no one would wear in the godforsaken town.
"That's it! This is the last time, ever, EVER! With this Precursor crap!" A orangey rat-like animal shouted in annoyance, slamming the rod in fury.
The boy in blue smirked at his friend who paced around angrily, saying nothing at all. He scanned his surroundings, seeing something unlike anything he'd have seen before. "Step away from the animal!"
The red trooper came with a standard issue rifle, "Ah! Don't worry, I save you as soon as possible!" The rat sprinted between the legs like a coward.
"Forget the rat! The Baron wants him..." The leader of the group order the men.
The guard stood in front of the boy, with the rifle's stock in ready. "Sorry."
"We've been waiting for you..."
*Bam!*
The red clad units dragged the unconscious kid, the one who attacked him stared at his state, expecting the boy's terrible doom awaiting for him back at some horrifying facility...
'It's back to square one again...'
