The Guards of the Dominion were anxious, an Alert had been ordered. and even as They were the Elite. The two guards at the gate felt oddly nervous as the night slowly settled amongst the land of Bastion.. But as they watched, waiting for something to happen. Neither noticed the shape of a Javelin creep out from the shadows.. Only one noticing the glow of the Helmet's eyes.
The Guard tried to react. Opening his mouth to call out to his comrade, but the Javelin.. a Ranger, The Guard was able to note quickly. Moved much faster then he could speak, as it boosted up to him and rammed him into the wall. The impact causing his vision to go black. What seemed like an eternity passed. Before he awoke. The guard finding himself slumped against the now somewhat open gate. The sounds of gunfire raging inside, Causing the man to scramble to his feet and attempt to run inside, managing to make it a few feet before freezing up at the Sight before him.
The Dominion Camp was up in flames. Bodies of his fellow soldiers littered the battleground around him. as the Javelin.. The very same Darkly Colored Ranger that had knocked him unconscious was holding what looked like the Relic they were experimenting with while firing his Defender rifle, at a nearby Dominion Storm pilot. But suddenly, the Guard's view was obscured by a flash.
When his Vision returned. He saw the relic was still there. Only the Freelancer was gone. But relief did not spread through him, only panic as the Relic began to go volatile. pulsing before everything went black. and the Guard.. knew no more.