So here's number two. For clarification about G's treatment: a lot of vets were treated like shit because they were blamed for the war, despite it being Asgore's choice to march. Skeletons had it worst, being from another nation. Wait what?!

Gaster moves through the forest. He sharpens his knife, making wooden spikes.

Simultaneously, the Guard camps. The Captain has placed barriers around the Forest where Gaster stays.

Gaster finds an abandoned cavern. He begins creating defenses and traps, leaning a barrel against a stick as night falls. If any bother him… he'll wake up.

"Sir?"

The Captain snaps at the cadet. "What?!"

"There's uh, someone here you might wanna meet."

"Who?"

"Let me in cadet." a quiet voice comes from outside the tent. The cadet nods and turns to his Captain for one last look, then leaves. A man of pure fire walks in. "C-Commander Grillstien! What're you doing here?"

He responds, "I've come for my boy."

"Y-Your boy?"

Grillstein accents his words with hand motions. "Well, he's not technically mine. But I'm the closest he's got to family right now."

The Captain furrows his brow. "Um, who are you talking about?"

If flames could register emotion, contempt and sarcasm would be everywhere. "Gaster of course. I trained him up on 'Face. Raised him since his parents died at six, him and his siblings. They were my best force."

The Captain asks, "Ok, what does this have to do with the task at hand?"

"I might be able to track him down. I'm the only one he trusts. You said he took a radio off of one of your men?"

Captain nods. "Yes sir that's correct."

"I think he'll answer to me."

Gaster sits in the cave and stares at a flickering flame. The radio from the soldier sits next to him. It squawks and Gaster looks over to listen. "Wolfhand, Moonlight, Greenhand, Jumper, standby. Daredevil, do you hear me? Over."

At base, Grillstein stands, surrounded by the other men. They wait for a signal. In his cave, Gaster shakes as he reaches, then brings back his arm over and over.

Gaster, come in! What's the status?

At first, silence on the radio. Grillstien looks as if to speak again, then

They're dead sir.

Grillstein near jumps with the sudden voice. "Gaster. Good to hear you again. Not all of them, Jumper's still alive."

The response answers, No she's not. Killed in the War and didn't even know it. Sickness ate her alive. I checked.

Grillstien lowers his instrument then brings it back up. "I'm sorry to hear that. But that doesn't warrant your actions."

I told em I just wanted a bite to eat. Is that so wrong?

He acknowledges that. "Still. You'll get a fair trial if you turn yourself in."

I'm afraid I can't do that sir.

"Why?"

They drew first dust sir.

"Daredevil?"

They drew first dust.

The line clicks as Gaster throws it against the cavern's walls. Grillstien on his end lowers the instrument. Captain asks, "Aren't you going to try again?"

Grillstien shakes his head slowly and hands the device back to the sergeant. "No. If he's smart he won't keep that any longer. And I trained him to be smarter than me."

"But what are we gonna do?"

The man of flame answers, "Call it off and wait."

The Captain is incredulous. "Sir?!"

Grillstein explains, "He'll have to leave eventually. Just issue an Underground-wide announcement to the people to watch out for him, and you'll get him working menial or something. Might be awhile but you'll get him."

The Captain spits. "Yeah, no. I ain't gonna roll on my back and hope that I'm gonna catch him ten years from now. Sergeant?"

Said soldier steps up. "Sir?"

"Tell all available forces that we're launching a full scale assault on Gaster's location. We got it."

"Sir yes sir!"

The sergeant walks back out. Grillstien looks at the Captain. "You know this could be disastrous, correct?"

"I believe the reward outweighs the risk."

"You know I can still exert my rights as former CRG."

"But then you won't get your boy back."

Unable to answer, Grillstein exits the tent. As the Captain watches him leave, the sergeant walks up. The two watch in silence, then sergeant says, "Orders about him sir?"

The Captain narrows his eyes as he watches Grillstein's receding light. "Just keep him in line. I don't want anything destroying my plan."

(A plan that will fail…)

Soldiers began a wide looping search, going through Snowdin Forest. Gaster had already been up for hours waiting for them. Guerilla traps set in place, he moved silently from tree to tree, stalking only one group who was on a trail he hadn't set as many on. Four other squads move through the brush, only for nets to catch some, spikes to spear through their legs, dust falling from the holes as they howl for their captain. However, that wasn't happening with the monsters G was trailing. He was taking them one at a time, and tying them to trees with poison ivy. They struggled in vain, as he had weaved them perfectly. Finally the Captain turned in a clearing they were supposed to meet at, only to find he was alone. He felt a shadow fly by and pulled out his knife, only to look down to see a folded piece of paper labeled, Open Me.

Deciding there wasn't much else he could do, he opened the paper. It was a map, X's drawn crudely all over it. Before he could even look up, G sprinted from his hiding place by a tree five feet away, and shoved the Captain up against another tree, his knife to his throat. The Captain began breathing hard. "I could've killed you. I could've killed all of you. But I didn't."

The Captain gulped, narrowly escaping death as his jugular vein danced against the edge of the knife. "W-what's with t-the map?"

Gaster answers, "Where your men are. I know. Now you know. You may be the law in town, but I'm the law out here. I'll give you 24 hours to leave this place. Then my patience will run thin. Don't push it, unless you want a war you'll never believe."

The Captain ever so slightly nodded. Gaster smiled a dead smile, then ran back off. When his knife left the Captain's throat, he fell to his knees, gasping and eventually sobbing as he clutched the map and began following the X's.

(What did I say…?)

"So how was your first day of frontal assault?"

Captain glared at Grillstein, who chuckled. "Told you. Fact, he made a mistake."

As injured soldiers come by, some limping and some on mats, the Captain looks at him. "Did a dang good job according to me."

"That's cause you don't know his training. When in doubt, kill. He left you alive."

The Captain looks over in shock. He then jabs a finger at a man carrying a clear bag of dust. "Not everyone. That guy had low HP."

Grillstein snaps his fingers. "That reminds me! I got a new charge. He's showed higher marks in my two years of teaching him than G had in all twelve years he was with me. He's only got one HP, though."

The Captain raises an eyebrow. "Interesting. Think you could send him in?"

"Sure. He'll be here at first light, cause he lives in Town, not Home."

The Captain nods. "Good deal. Who is he?"

"Another young skeleton. Name, Sans Serif."