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A/N: Hey, guys. After playing Star Wars Battlefront, I just noticed; "Lost Future(Title may vary soon enough")" is like the Galactic Civil War era, what with the Rebels and the Empire, and stuff. Ha ha ha... Oh, and I wanna find a name other than 'A Lost Future' Not a very creative title...

Oh yeah, and let me give you a heads up on an OC in the story. There may be more, but the one in this chapter plays an important role for the story.

And now, after so many sorry ass attempts to update, in which, I know some of you are like "You dirty, double-crossing son of a--" So forth. Well, I do deserve some of that. Here you go. After my Science Project is over, then I can take a breather.

Chapter 5

Search and Rescue

Fox watched through his window the work everyone was doing. As he looked around, he saw through another window--through the window in the house across the street. That kinda bugged him. We're so weak that we got pushed down and out, living in what was once a basement, now an underground metropolis, but we're so crammed, the Base and the City are squashed together. What's wrong with us? 20 years ago, there was a heist, in a city that could be a Paradise to anyone who spoke of it, and years later, BOOM. All the governments fall, ruling in their place a Dictatorship, which earned fear as an Empire, and the beautiful monuments destroyed and used for minerals and weapons, some crazy bastard eats his own soldiers for torture. It's like it all happened in the blink of an eye. Man, I wish I could just close my eyes and–

Fox's thoughts were interrupted as his Comm. device went off.

"This is McCloud. What do you want?" Fox said.

"Commander? This is Lt. Scott Aarons. We need you in Lab RW635, ASAP." Lt. Aarons told Fox. He sounded like he discovered something. "Trust me, Commander. You'll like what you see." Fox was smiling now.

After about 8 minutes, Fox finally reached Laboratory RW635. He entered the code into the panel and the Titanium doors opened. He walked down the hall, seeing scientists research some weapons and masses which will be used to fight the Emperor and his merciless soldiers. He finally reached the end of the hall where he has to make a left turn, then he finally found the door with Lt. Aarons, and entered the room.

"What have you found, Lieutenant?" Fox asked. He looked ready to storm the Imperialist Capital of Baeior.

"Well, sir. It turns out that the Imperial HQ is covered by 3 Shield Generators. But, only one shield covers the Palace." Aarons explained.

"Lieutenant, why is there only one shield if there are three generators?" Fox was puzzled. He was never aware that Hailson accelerated technology faster than originally thought.

"Well, sir, one generator shields the Palace. The 2nd one covers the first shield generator, and then the 3rd is a satellite, creating a shield around the 2nd shield generator. Attacking that satellite will be excessively exhausting for the men." Aarons finish to the statement worried Fox. He got a bad vibe.

"Why would it be 'exhausting'?"

"Well, the thing is, no shield protects the satellite, but a Space Base is in it's place."

"I see. What is the Danger Level of the station?" Fox asked.

"Sir?"

"I asked you a question, Lieutenant." Fox became Commander for his heroism 10 years ago, but also for his strict training, which included answering right away.

"Well, the base is occupied by Falle Engell–Sortof an Earth-German word for Fallen Angels. Sir, a Veteran like yourself should remember them." The Lieutenant stood with silence as his Commander remembers those unholy days.

"I remember..." Fox was recalling those events, events that would haunt him forever.

Flashback...

That day when Hailson fired that laser... That laser of Heat... That gave a beautiful light... Like a Bald Eagle... Beautiful to see, but deadly as a holocaust. I remember when those soldiers of mine... Taking me back to safety, providing cover fire... And whenever we had a victory, we celebrated... We were comrades, allies, friends, brothers, even. This was before Light was shone... But... After that, anger, sorrow, and hatred ran through my blood... As I saw that fear on their faces, the blood spilled from their bodies! Dying... Losing consciousness. But what sacred me the most... What made me want to kill myself... was when that happened.

Ten years ago, we assaulted an Imperial POW Base, where prisoners were kept, for his dirty purposes. The Mission was a success, or so we thought. Just when we were making our way into the woods, we saw a flare in the sky. As I was making it back to the SAU-02, I was shot in the leg by a Spotter. When I flipped over, I saw what that Light was; Hell's Call. Some call it Death's Light. But as I waited and smoked a cigarette, I noticed someone was standing, fighting, in front of me. When I saw who it was, I yelled at him. "Link, you idiot, get outta here!" Yep. That's right. Link. My old friend, who was promoted 4 ranks for his heroism, before he died.

As he fought to get the Imperials off of me, I was dragged, then carried, into the woods, and then into the SAU tank. As I looked back at the troops who stayed to fight, I took a long look at the Light coming upon them; I knew we were gonna get caught in the blast, too. There's no way we can get out of this unscathed, in our condition. With any strength that I had left, I looked at Link; He was struggling to get dying soldiers to safety. I looked up, and I found it was too late. My SAU was wrecked, and we were all thrown out of the vehicle. With all the fire, ruin, and debris, I searched and searched for survivors, and found one man, dying, losing blood, and laying there. I moved up to him, and mended his wound... Only to see another hole on his head, killing him. I see the man, no, men, who killed him, and to my great misfortune, they were the very same prisoners we rescued; My soldiers, my brothers. They arose from the fire, with faces colder than Space. One of them, John Goffan, raised his rifle at me, and fired. As I myself was losing consciousness, I saw them all walking away. My Elite, my comrades, my friends, my brothers... All walked away without saying a word. Then, I regained consciousness in a clinic with a body cast and severe pain. Two words describe those men; Fallen Angels. Under me, they were had high reputations, as high as Angels. Now... I can't even think about this anymore. Don't wanna cry in front the Lieutenant...

Yay. End of Chapter 5. Hey, guys, just a tip, don't get mad at me and say that I copied this from Star Wars, because in a previous chapter, I already said Emperor, so I must go with Empire. Okay? Now, that mess is settled, so let me get ch.6. I'm didn't give you as much as you deserve, and I'm sorry for that. Under these circumstances, I would give more than one chapter, but I can't, because I need time after Science Fair ate all of it.

Bye for now!

One more thing. I sound like I'm basing this on Fox, but I've already climbed the mountain, so I must climb down. Give me time and it will be about the others too. This chapter will prove vital to future chapters.