NOTE: The Grendel series was originally created and owned by Matt Wagner. It still is owned by Matt Wagner. This is just a story that I have been cooking up for awhile.

Prologue

1:24 Outpost 12, District 27

The desert air was always cold this time of night. Lance hated it. Hot during the day, cold during the night. What kinda bullshit was this? When he lived in an area it should be hot all the time or cold all the time. Unfortunately the TechnoArmy placement office didn't give a flying shit where you wanted to be. Nor did they provide uniforms for different climates. "Uniformity is what we are, we want to be able to recognize our allies and shoot our enemies," Drill Sergeant Paxton used to say. Unfortunately the grey and green plate armor did not assist in climate control. Nor did it help much in his current predicament.

"Going in to use the toilet, Commander," Lance stated through his com mic.

"Negative, Soldier," replied the harsh voice of Commander Slone, "use a bush."

"Yes, sir." You asshole.

After climbing down from his wall post, Lance quickly found a bush of reasonable size and started to give it the best watering it has had in weeks.

It took him a second to realize that the headlight of a motor cycle was on him.

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"Private Lance, Have you returned to your post?" Slone shouted.

"Probably went to the bar Commander," Private Wilkins replied, "There isn't a thing out here."

"Private, you just earned yourself a week in solitary once your shift is up."

"Yes, sir."

Slone walked out to the West Wall of the outpost to find out where Lance had wandered off to. Suddenly a green light on his forearm pad went off. He opened it up and read the information. The entry on West Wall had been opened. What the hell?

Nobody went through that door at this time of night.

Slone leaned over the rail to see what had entered.

The open door showed nothing except the cold night desert.

"Going down to investigate, be prepared to sound the alarm."

"Roger."

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Nexilas watched the chaos ensue from her spot high up on the rocks. To most this looked like she was eating her meal while gazing off into the night. To her this was like a romantic dinner for two. Her and her one true love, Grendel Ajax. While she was eating a portable soup, Grendel was feasting on the bloodshed of those poor hapless souls on Outpost 12. She truly loved him. Shame he won't find what he's looking for in there. She touched her chest and her heart fluttered a little. Then she heard the motorcycle start again and as the lights of the cycle roared off the wall a massive explosion erupted from the outpost. She quickly finished her meal and packed up into her hovercraft. This place would be searched soon.