The federation troopers outside the room in the hallway were nervous. Well, nervous was an understatement. They were pretty much pissing themselves in fear. Inhuman screams of torture, and more recently a human scream of pain had sounded from the room, but now there was silence. Still, they kept their weapons aimed at the door.
"Ready plasma grenades and inform the front desk of this hospital of the possible situation." Both of these tasks had already been done, the federation sergeant just felt better speaking. BLAM! The door came off its hinges and went straight into the first federation trooper, knocking him into the wall. The other troopers didn't need to be told twice. They immediately opened fire, and for a second laser pistol blasts filled the room they were firing into. They couldn't even see their target, but they just knew something dangerous was going on.
Once the smoke cleared, a blue figure strided forward from the room, unscathed save for a few scuff marks on his blue and green armour. As soon as the troopers saw this frightening figure, they immediately opened fire again, and threw the plasma grenades. The pistol blasts hit the armour, but nothing happened. One plasma grenade exploded at Sylux's feet, but nothing happened. To demonstrate the fruitlessness of the troop's efforts, Sylux even picked up one of the plasma grenades and crunched it in his super-strong hand. The federation troops saw this as a warning and ran off as fast as they could. I need to get out of here, Sylux thought. The scum, Schmidt and Braun, said I could control my ship, the Delano 7, with my mind. He tried to contact it, thinking its name as loudly as he could. It was then that he thought that the hanger the Delano 7 was in could be on any floor above or below him, and if the Delano 7 started to head towards him it would probably crash through the floors between him and it. Sylux thought about the deaths this would probably cause for a second, and then he realised he didn't care. The hatred he held for the federation and their supporters still resided within him. Just as Sylux was thinking the Delano 7 wasn't coming he heard a light humming in the distance. It started off quietly and got steadily louder. Another noise was also growing alongside the hum.
It was people screaming.
Soon the floor below him broke open to reveal the Delano 7, a ship which seemed to look like his armour. He grabbed one of the federation troopers that it had accidentally picked up as it went to him and pitched him off the side, then he jumped into the tight cockpit. There were no buttons or steering wheels, so he tried willing the craft to bring up a map of the galaxy. He needed to find a deserted planet, one where he could practice all the abilities of his suit in peace, before launching his one-man campaign against the federation. Suddenly he spotted the perfect planet.
"Ship," he said. "Set a course for Cylosis."
As the Delano 7 flew off into the distance and turned into a bright light against the black sheet of the night sky a man managed to stand up in the wreckage of the room that Sylux had escaped from. The figure plucked a shard of glass from its forehead. It appeared the wound hadn't been as fatal as it looked. The figures name was Braun. He took out a radio, which was completely abuzz with people all over the hospital shouting and asking what all the noise was about.
"This is Daniel Braun... project Sylux is a failure. Professor Schmidt is dead. The armour has been stolen by an unknown assailant."
"What about your test subject?"
"Sergeant Bronlux is… dead. His body was vaporised."
"Very well. He was a brave soldier and a good man. A memorial service must be organised."
"Yes, sir." Braun sighed. None should ever know of the cruelty he and the professor had conducted.