Disclaimer: I own nothing...except the story lines...essentially.
The sky is on fire. Alive with the sound of rapid gun fire. The sounds of expanding metal shrieking as it nears failure. Explosions and shrapnel rain. The screech of dying propellers as the ships cut through the air and head for Earth once more. The Earth is burning. Cities of steel and concrete turned into battle grounds. The wind carries the smell of gasoline, smoke and the burning bodies - it's putrid. Orders are yelled over bullet fire and soldiers scramble, duck, fire. Cars, buildings, even stacked bodies are bunkers and shields. Streets have been blown apart by bombs placed in the sewer lines. Once towering skyscrapers have been cut down to size by airship fire. There's nothing that's untouched, nothing that doesn't already bear scars. This city is at war, this world is at war. It's the end game. Only one side will survive - no one from the other will be allowed to live. But what are they still fighting for? This world is hollow and decayed. Cities and entire countries nothing but piles of beautiful rubble. Rivers and lakes drained dry. Hundreds of forests set ablaze and turned to ash. There's nothing to fight for on this planet anymore, so why do they continue? Maybe it's principal, they started this war and they have to finish it.
I know why I keep fighting - for revenge, for family and friends, for closure. I want his blood on my blade. I want to stand over him as he breathes his last breath and the life seeps from his eyes. Looking across this destroyed city I can see his final stronghold - an imposing black fortress that holds court over this destruction. This is the final leg of my journey, this is where I will find my satisfaction. I step onto the lip of the building I'm standing on - one of the few remaining skyscrapers. I look at the street below, soldiers are everywhere, but that doesn't matter - only he can kill me. I unsheathe my sword - it will remain spotless until it cuts into his flesh - and I jump.
This was written because of some half formed idea in my head that also spawned two other drabbles or 'launching pads' or 'plot bunnies' or whatever.
