[ Harbor 15:00]
As they appeared, they seemed calm, almost overconfident, with them I knew freedom was here.
"ah, there it is." their leader said, a P-36 he was, but then the girl Hawker demon detected me.
"Hey, I am detecting a non-teammate." that's when I let out a croaked "help!" their leader responded with. "where are you?!"
"over here." that's when they found me. "are you hurt?"
"emotional or physical?"
"I guess both."
"then badly."
… as we lifted the cage, we saw his condition, he was badly in need of medical help.
"coal, run a check up on him."
… after a few minutes, the type-91 or 'coal' had two page full of notes on my condition.
"he has been tortured by my guess, he has barely any gas, and all modules are damaged, but not beyond repair, we need to stay for the night for him to heal from the fixing." coal told his teammates
… during the night, the IL-2 told star and his team about his captivation.
"…so then they would hit me for reason other then wasting time, I was told I would be sent to one of their factories."
star and his team had a dumbfounded look on their faces. " then, did we kill part of the resistance?"
"no, they were another company looking for meat to fill their orders."
"is there a resistance?"
"not that I know of."
… that morning, star and his team decide on something that would change them.
"hey IL-2..."
"don't call me that, my name is carl, carlthecaptain."
"well we have a offer..." star started.
"…we would like you on our team..." coal continued
"…so we may stop the companies..." said potato
"…and to have ye name our team." Behemoth ended
"you know, I have always been solo, maybe it's time to join a team, and here's a name, Fighter incorporated."
"how about Fighter Inc.?" star suggested.
"sure."
