"Blue team respond!" the frequency buzzed. "We need ammunition, Jesus!"
"Negative red!" yelled the blue leader with a hint of irritation in her voice. "Get your own damn ammo!"
"This is a God damn team effort blue, now respond!" red leader announced.
"Whatever, Trump," blue leader roared!
"Good, Spade, now comply." Trump said. "How about that ammo?"
"On it's way." Spade answered.
Trump and his handful of marines pushed forward over the marshes with their gauss rifles in hand and their minds ready for any opposing forces to ambush them. It was bound to happen sooner or later. It was war games, one army against another. Trump, or Sayne, was the over all leader of the Delta forces. He had decided to split his 100 Cells, Paladin soldiers, into five groups of twenty...
It had already been two years since arrived on Paladin IV. He was somewhat ridiculed by the hundreds of others like him because he was allowed to the see the rest of the God forsaken world. Sayne quickly met a man named Xenoss. Xenoss questioned him about ever aspect of his life: his friends (he had few), his hobbies (what made him laugh), and even his sex life (he had none, although, most the soldiers his age were penetrating every young girls flower they could. Sadly enough they would gratefully accept the boy, thinking of him as a "hero". "Hah, hero," Sayne thought. They were usually dead in less than a year.). Anyways, Sayne had trained for two hard years on Paladin IV. The residents of the planets were all soldiers. All of the trainees were trained from the age of five to kill. They were not ever allowed to leave the planet unless it was, of course, for a mission. They were like prisoner, thus, the name cell was humorously the foundation of a new generation of hope. In time Sayne's training brought him were he is today, commanding an army.
Sayne's five groups of killing machines were scattered over a vast marsh full of dense fog, rain, and swamps. If you didn't watch your step it could mean certain death. It was also a manhunt. Mud tracks were left everywhere. Finding your own tracks would be quite possible.
Trump led his team of hand picked Cells. All of them he knew well, although, he had rarely seen their faces, due to nonstop training. Everything was seemingly safe, but Trump had a bad feeling, and when he got a bad feeling it meant "bad"!
Trump was quickly pulled out of his thoughts by an echo of intense fire. His team instinctively recoiled back and got down on their knees, leveling their rifles to where the shot were coming from. Trump could see that one of his men was holding his side. Trump quickly went to the man's side and inspected it. Red paint covered the right side of the man's body.
"It's a clean hit Kurt...your out."
"Damn," the man cursed.
There was nothing Trump could do, but seek retribution on the man who had shot him. He ordered his men to flank the enemy. He ducked behind a nearby rock and waited. He radioed in, "Contact! Were his that ammo, blue?"
Suddenly the valley was flooded with multiple shots. They were directed behind the hill, in which the Data forces were hiding, Data, of course, being the enemy. Trump crept out from behind the rock and saw the chaos. Blue team was on the blind side of the enemy. Enemy forces were scrambling over the hill and right in to the fire of his team. A wide smile crossed Sayne's face when he saw that one of the scrambling marines was Data's first in command officer. If he could take him hostage this battle would be over quick. Sayne made a dash, making sure to stay low to the ground. Sayne was fast, and on the man in a matter of seconds. When Sayne was inches from the fleeing man, the man turned around quickly and delivered a quick and decisive blow to his chest. He lost his breath, but not his consciousness. He hastily ducked from a second assault, and attempted to uppercut his opponent, but unfortunately the man was much faster than Sayne's efforts. Sayne choked, was this man better than him. His nametag read Nagi. "A girl?"
Nagi made a swift sweep at Trump's legs, but he evaded by hopping in the air. It was by no means a smart move for Nagi just inverted her lower torso kicked up high, coming in rough contact with his ribs. "A high kick? So she was a girl." He fell backwards sprawled on the ground. Nagi leapt for him, but stopped short when a paintball came in contact with her right leg.
"You cheated." She howled.
"So guns are illegal then huh." Trump said conceitedly, although, he knew he had lost. He had cheated legally. Whoever this commander was, was much better than Trump. He had won, but he had never felt so much like a backstabber. Even his own team avoided eye contact with him. He radioed in and requested evac. His head was not held high, not this time.
Upon arriving back at the base a messenger from Xenoss was waiting. Xenoss wanted to meet with him. Sayne accepted quickly, in fact he was already running. He was going to kill them man who had caused him so much Pain.
Sayne stood outside of Xenoss' "high and mighty" castle. Yes, it was a castle. Probably the only place on the planet that had flowers, it was sad. He dashed in side, and he didn't even bother to show the door guard his ID card. It didn't matter no one could stop him.
He discarded his helmet on the elevator up to the fifth floor, the floor where he would kill his commander. When the elevator door opened he was surprised to see that the no one was waiting for him he was going to succeed. He dashed down the narrow hall before him. At the end he could see a door, and in that door, he knew, Xenoss was waiting. He ran full speed not even daring to stop, and in result he rammed the door with full force, ripping it off its hinges. And there he was, the rich punk with a sickening grimace, waiting for him to make a move. He heard gasps and screams come from the room. Several civilians were gathered around a long rectangular table. "A meeting," He didn't care if these people witnessed his crime it had to be done. He charged with a combat knife in hand. He leapt on the table and continued his mad dash. The people screamed and drew away as he passed them. Xenoss just sat there, confident that he would not be harmed. With just three yards away Sayne leapt for him. He was so close, but failed. Xenoss' personal bodyguard collided with him in mid air, sending both of them crashing back down on the hardwood table. Sayne felt his left arm crack underneath him. It was broken. He ignored the pain and grabbed hold of the bodyguard's throat. The bodyguard, from what Sayne could see, was not fighting back. With what strength he had in is left arm he through the guard off the table. By the time Sayne was on his feet so was the guard. He grabbed the guard by the back of the neck and slammed his helmet in to the wall. The faceplate shattered.
Sayne removed the guard's helmet, another girl looked up terrified of him. He pummeled her face ignoring her gender and his broken arm. She cried up to him begging him to stop, but he had no intensions in stopping.
"Sayne...please." She cried.
Sayne gasped. Tears ran down the beautiful young woman's face, "What happened to you."
"Oh God no! Oh my God," Sayne moaned. "I'm sorry...I-I."
"Years of loneliness have made you mad, Sayne." She said softly.
"You left me" Sayne started.
"Sayne, did you think I chose that?" she asked.
"I tried to save you. You know? He replied.
"I know," she said.
"And I wouldn't want to ever hurt you." He asked.
"I know..."
"And you know I love you, Bren?"
"Yes, Sayne, I know..."
"And do you love me?"
"Yes, Sayne, of course."
It was the perfect answer.
Yep, chapter 6 came fast. Which is why it is unfortunate, that I didn't spend more time with it...
R&R, although, this doesn't seem to be getting anything done though.
NEXT CHAPTER: (short chapter) Bren, Nagi, and Spade