CHAPTER 3
MEET RAD
Robotic sounds went off. Sounding busy. Machine pieces and clinking metal went around. Machine looking Sack Boys with supplies of spare parts walked.
They had no faces. They only followed orders. They walked in groups through hallways. Among them was there busy hard core leader.
Walking out of the Elevator. He walked angered. His face color was white. His eyes were black. His left eye had an eye patch around it.
Black smudges of paint were around his left gouged eye. His body had robotic tin foil and black cardboard. His cape was white. His hair was long.
His hair color was black. His hands were hardened steel gauntlets. He walked with his men. Moving together in a small path.
They headed walking towards the Bridge. His name was "Rad the Snake". Rad stopped walking. Looking at his employment. He noticed the bridge.
Large tin foil like ship. The bridge steel floors had plastic tables scattered around. Rad walked towards the center of the bridge as he looked up.
He stood on top of a floating device. It lifted him up into the air. The roof was large in the shape of a circle.
Many glass windows were all around the glass like globe. He smiled. His plans were finally coming together. Behind him.
A woman came in walking in a black suit. She smiled towards him. He didn't say anything. She wore a blue head band. A red scarf around her neck.
Her clothing was white armor of "Liara Ta Soni (Mass Effect)". She stood waiting. Rad remembered why he wanted to do this.
MEMORY STARTS* POINT OF VIEW CHANGED TO HIS MEMORY*
Rain fell over the burned land. The once a proud city. Burned to ashes. Nothing was left around the tiny Sack boy. His name was Rad.
The one who was left after the carnage.
His sad little eyes stared at all the burned materials. His home. His friends. Everything was taken away. Nothing stood like it once was. He cried inside himself.
Yet on the outside he was filled with utter rage. The world he once knew was now gone. His hands were filled with bits of burned ashes. He couldn't stand it.
He wore torn clothing of a once proud business man. A man that had what he desired. What he wanted to give more towards his family and friends.
Rain water came down over him. Splashing onto the ashes. The burned stone statues of his people.
The large mountain behind him glowed with helicopter lights. Rescue teams came in to help the survivors. But he looked at them as the countable.
The one's who did this. He felt a rage within him growing large. It grew with an ideal of what had happened.
In his mind he bean to ignore "Reason", "Logic", "Love", "Honor", "Faithful", "Good". Tossing those aside he knew what had to be done.
Small sack boy soldiers came in to help him. He denied them the help they wanted to give him. Moving away from them they stared at him.
The soldier like Sack boys knew something was up. Rad looked at them angered. Walking passed them heading towards the awaiting helicopter.
Soldiers walked passed him. His helicopter lifted up leaving. He stared at the many far below. Seeing the once growing small City.
The city was named " Mercury". Rad's left hand closed tightly. His eyes closed.
Memory Ends...