Modo-
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He spent his day in the trenches under heavy laser fire. From the moment he got up in the morning until he went to bed at night, the trenches were his home. His reality.
He lived and in the future he would die here, just like so many others before him. Trying to cut down as many enemies as he could before they could cut him down. He heard a scream and ducked his head back down as one of his companions jumped up and peeked out over the top of the ditch that they were pinned in and an instant later half of his head was blown off, spattering his blood and other bodily fluids on Modo's face and clothes.
The gray furred alien made a sound of annoyance and grabbed the twitching dead body, silently cursing the newbie, and jerked the body back down out of the way. They would use it later as a shield to make sure that the ones killed today were avenged.
He checked the clip in his gun, making sure that the crystals that created the lasers that killed the ones firing at them, hadn't been destroyed or damaged. He did it out of habit. Even though he knew that the crystals were damn near indestructible. Yet the action of checking them was soothing to him.
He popped the clip back in the gun and was about to start shooting again when he heard several of his other companions hiss and swear violently, earning a curious look from him before someone jerked back their gun and snarled, "Mother fucker-"
As someone else bit out a disbelieving, "Is that a kid?"
Modo blinked. Just a little bit stunned at what he had just heard and peeked up over the top of the ditch. Sure enough, there was a crying kid wandering around in between the ditch and the boulders hiding their enemies. "Oh shit." Modo muttered as he saw one of the Plutarkians come up over the top of a rock and take a shot at the kid.
Rage simmered in his blood as the child screamed in fear and fell. Exciting the others to join in the fun and to take a few shots at him.
Modo growled. Those low life bastards! He grabbed the body of the dead newbie and hefted it up onto one of his shoulders and picked up a smaller gun, one intended for close range shooting and before anyone could react or think to stop him, he jumped up out of the ditch and ran like crazy. Making sure to zig zag here and there so that the enemy wouldn't be able to get him so easily.
The plutarkians open fired on him, but couldn't reach him through the corpse he carried on his shoulder.
He stopped just next to the kid and set the corpse down and returned fire. Managing to get off six shots before the guys in the ditch finally grasped what he was trying to do and started to give him cover fire, driving the enemy back behind their rocks so that he could grab the kid and start back to the ditch.
He was just a few feet from safety when one of the plutarkians came up from out of hiding and fired three times at Modo's back. The first two missed.
The third didn't.
The laser cleaved through the soft tissue, and muscle in his arm, causing him to stumble as his arm fell to the ground and a white hot wave of agony nearly brought him to his knees. Nearly being the operative word.
He caught himself before he could go down, the sobbing child holding onto him became the main focus of his mind, driving back all thought of the pain where his arm used to be or the blood gushing down his side, staining his shirt.
He gritted his teeth and threw himself the last few feet, damn near taking off the head of one unfortunate guy who had popped up only long enough to scream in alarm when he saw Modo coming right at him, a second later the gray alien crashed to the bottom of the ditch with the kid still tightly grasped in his one remaining hand and gave himself up to the impending darkness as several medics came running to help him.