Title: I've been left behind, so I ride

Prompt: "Moon"

Season: Spring

Timeline: Pre-Series


They came in like a wave against stone. One moment there's silence, the next chaos rocked the camp like an earthquake that sent everything that wasn't nailed to the ground sailing overhead and into everyone unfortunate to be in the way. Moogers ran back and forth through the entrance and the exit of the tent, either from or toward their enemy. Deker had been tied to the post of the tent when it split apart and fell over.

Despite the raw and blistering wound on his lower back, he didn't question it, he didn't want an explanation. Pulling his arms over his head and away from the split pole Deker found it in him to rise to his feet and run through the heavy tarp that fell onto him; in the process escape he was knocked over and pummeled by outside forces that care nothing for his livelihood. One particular blow to the head knocked him senseless as he escaped from underneath the collapsed tent.

It was chaos, pure chaos. Prisoners and captors alike were running over each other as they tried to escape the warpath of the Samurai cutting them down to reach their enemies. "Hey, you!" He looked up to the right, startled out by the sound of the guttural voice. "Where do you think going, human?!" A hulking Nighlok marched toward him, incisors chomping with ferocity, clearly intending to kill him. Throwing himself forward Deker made a blind grab for a pistol lying on the ground, rolling away from the Nighlok's first attack, he extended his arm and fired.

The bullet hit the monster in the side but when he fell over there were three spears lodged in his back. Three Samurai were riding toward him, swords at the ready. Stumbling over his feet Deker ran in the direction most of the soldiers were aiming for and hoped for the best. The cold of the night seeped into his skin, under the moonlight he found his way into the thick of the forest where he could hear the echoes of screams, neighs and roars from all directions.

This is not at all what he had expected when he sighed up for the ship to Japan; the most he expected to be doing was training and helping the military against the non-descript enemy giving their country problems.

If these monsters were the enemy, he wanted nothing to do with it. So he kept running, tripping over roots, dodging trees and bodies alike. Deker kept running until there wasn't a forest run across. There he saw a man that literally seemed to come out of nowhere, grab him by the waist. The momentum of his body sent them both down a steep hill into the icy waters below. Deker had no way of knowing which way he fell, which way was up or down. His limbs barely responded to the command to move, for all intents and purposes he thought he was dead.

Until he felt the water being pushed from his lungs and his own hacking. Whoever had rescued him wasn't exactly concerned with treating him kindly, he winced when a slap hit him across the face, forcing his eyes open. The moon did little in aiding his vision, burning and blurry from the minerals in the water. The figure towering him extended his hand to him, speaking in a language he did not understand. Wearily Deker took the hand that helped him onto his feet. "Are you one of them? One of the Samurai?" He coughed, bending over.

The man nodded. "Samurai," He said.

"You gonna kill me?" Deker asked in between breaths. The man said nothing, he looked him up and down for a time then offered his hand again. The weary soldier looked down to find the pistol in his hand; grateful he took the wet weapon and shoved it into his pants. Thunder roared overhead, the Samurai proceeded to walk away, seemingly satisfied with himself.

"H-hey… hey, wait," Deker stumbled after him, not wanting to be left behind in a storm.