Here's chapter two, for you guys! I'd like to thank my first follower and reviewer for reading this fic, as I honestly did not expect anyone to read it. But, since some actually do; I'm going to continue this fic!

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Chapter two, Operation: Endgame

One month before Deployment, somewhere in the Government Sector, High Command..

"Ikarus Ganova, background: Colonist." A female voice stated, she was carrying a rather solemn expression as if she's never seen what it is like having fun; even though the woman appeared to be unblemished, she looked quite exhausted. It was clear that the two individuals was somewhere on top of a tower, or a building that could be defined as the 21th century skyscrapers, in this case.

Space Scrapers.

The room she was standing in, alongside with what seemed to be a man in power that faced his back towards the woman; concealing his face. Even though the man remained obscure, it was clear by his posture overlooking the view on Titan Station that he was arrogant. A trait, some may find less appealing.

"Parents?" This voice however, seemed very masculine. But, in comparison to the female he did not seem to be the one in charge of performing the background check, but rather the one investigating the unit.

"His father was a mechanic on a ship that he used to travel with, selling various merchandise around colonies. However, he is suffering life-time prison for a major fraud. Though, his mother seems to be alive and well on Gallon-Six; a mining base. However, Ganova does not seem to be in contact with her. After all, I don't judge that guy. After having to spend his childhood in the lowest slums and work himself up in order to get a chance to get educated... Heck, even I wouldn't talk to a mother that'd abandon me."

"Alright, so – why him for this Operation?"

"Well, sir. For starters, -"

"Skip the starters, just get to the point, advisor."

"The man is an odd case, we've been discussing at High Command whether to keep him in the Military or kick him out as his record is questionable. He seems to act on his own accord whenever he is greeted with orders that do not live with his point of view. It doesn't really make him a Soldier, but when given orders to rescue or protect something that is for the greater good, you would not want any other man to deal with that task. Ikarus is the man for that job."

"You still did not give me a good reason to keep him in Delta Squad."

"Apologizes, Ikarus was born in chaos and had to deal with a lot of stressful situations that most have not lived through. Most in the Military are either descendants of Officers or got in through privileges, or contacts. However, Ikarus is that small minority that had to work his way up starting from the bottom. If there's anyone for this job... It's him, he's seen it all. You know what I mean? Colonel."

"I do know what you mean, have him sent to Delta Squad immediately. I will give the Sergeant instructions one month prior before deployment; but have the Soldiers train for Urban Warfare for one month straight to get everything through. We can't risk this to go under now, not after we've come so far..."

"Alright, sir. Good day." And so the woman walked away from the Colonel's office, the doors opened up to allow the blonde young advisor to pass through, though as quickly as the door opened, so did they close; the instant the woman had past by. Meanwhile, the obscure man simply pulled out another cigarette and lit it up, taking a puff as nonchalantly as possible...

Present, 09:43PM, six minutes after the Crash

The soldier coughed, as he was trying to grasp for air. However, he could not move as he felt heavy things upon him; nor he could not make out what as everything was black and the blue visor upon his helmet did not allow him to clearly see where he was. But, the smell of it made it obvious that he was stuck underneath rubble. It was a particular sense of smell that the rubble carried, a scent he felt very used to; one that he recognized back on his home planet, in the slums. Not that it was time to be overwhelmed with the feeling of nostalgia, as the first thing he now tried to do was to yell out for help; not that he expected anyone would hear him. But, that was where he was wrong because at the far distance he heard a distorted voice that the rubble tried to suppress; though without luck. Because as the voice grew closer, the more clear it became.

"Ikarus! God fucking dammit, Ikarus! Are you alive?!" It was the Sergeant searching for nearby survivors, or casualties...

The Sergeant was carrying private Doyle over his shoulder as Doyle seemed to have a been caught in collateral damage during the crash. Upon further inspections, a rather large pole was sticking out through his right leg. A matter that was rather urgent, though something that also had to be dealt with soon enough.

"I know you're alive you peice of shit! Your rig is blue!" The Sergeant yelled out once more, as private Doyle was trying to keep up his pace.

"I'm over here!" Ikarus tried to yell, hoping the Sergeant could hear him; and so he did. The Sergeant looked around to see where the voice was coming from, before the man asked Ikarus to yell again to allow the Sergeant to follow the voice.

After Ikarus yelled, the Sergeant knew exactly where to go. Meanwhile, Ikarus was drowning in the rubble. His coughs became louder and his exhales became deeper. It was a very uncomfortable sensation, but the Soldier knew the Sergeant would come for him as the man could hear and feel that the Sergeant was standing on top of him, taking off the rubble. As his exhales became deeper, the soldier began to doubt the fact of the Sergeant making it in time, but as the Soldier felt that his vision began to fade...

The Soldier was pulled out and in that instant, Ikarus reached out for air; just like in those moments when you're about to drown and in that final second, you manage just in time to fetch in air.

Ikarus lied on the ground with his arms resting on his chest, breathing as much as possible as if the air was food served on a silver plate.

"God fucking dammit, I thought I was gonna die." Ikarus muttered as he took deep breaths after every word.

The Sergeant did not respond and neither did Doyle. They just stood there and watched Ikarus collect himself and that was when they fell silent. However, that silence was immediately interrupted as Ikarus began chuckling to himself. That chuckle turned into a laughter and you know what they say about laughters...

They have a way of affecting others, because just as Ikarus laughed; so did the Sergeant and finally the Private.

"This is one helluva trip!" The Sergeant replied as he was sitting on a pile of rubble, while the private was lying down resting near Sergeant Blake.

No shit, this just like old times, Blake. Remember back on our first patrol? Ikarus asked, as if he was hinting on something only Blake and the Corporal knew about, like an internal joke. Though, reminding Blake was the only thing that it took before Blake began laughing even more. In which of course, affected Ikarus as well. But, the rookie merely stood at both of them with a huge question mark above his head; unsure of what was so funny.

"What do you guys mean? What patrol?" Doyle asked, wanting to participate in the laugh. However, the two unconsciously ignored the Private as Blake went further in with the joke.

"I had to drag Ray out of that mulch! But it was so damn hilarious to see him struggle out of that pile of shit!" Blake replied, while laughing hysterically.

"Well, the best part was when Frost joined in!" Ikarus added, but then realized it was something he should not have done; as it brought back old memories.

"Yeah, Frost... That son of a bitch." Blake finished, the fun mood was not so fun and games anymore; as bringing up the name of Frost literally killed it, though also caused everyone to remain silent and slightly lower their head in disgust. How could Johnsson Frost turn against us in such an instant? What happened to him?

We should get going. Private Doyle stepped in, everyone raised their heads towards Doyle, but this also reminded Ikarus of something. Where were they, exactly?

Ikarus stood up and looked around the area to observe his surroundings, despite all the rubble and minor fire here and there...

What they could make out was that they were somewhere that resembled a warehouse, of some sort. Another thing to take note of, was that the scenery seemed to have radically changed. Usually this place used to be an area where all goods came and went through; but all of what this place consisted of was the cracking sound of this place falling apart. The rubble and the blood upon the floor and walls every here and there. After looking around for a while, he eventually noticed one part of the drop ship hanging on the ceiling with electrified cords around it; probably being the only thing keeping it from crashing down.

"Damn, I can't believe we survived that." Ikarus sighed as he pointed with his finger towards the drop ship while facing the two Soldiers.

"Yeah, I can't believe you survived that, Ikarus. I saw you crashing through the window at top speed. You should've been in broken ribs by now, man." Doyle replied almost as if he was amazed with what Ikarus just pulled off, until he then turned silent.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Take this. The Sergeant joined in, as he unholstered a standard issue military handgun with 9mm plasma bullets. He then attempted to toss it over to Ikarus.

"You lost your Pulse Rifle along the way, so I figured you might need this in the meantime." The Sergeant finished as Ikarus caught the weapon, reloading the gun and switching off the safety.

"Thanks, but I also guess I was lucky." Ikarus replied with a tone that did not seem to mean much, it was quite casual to be precise. But, the other two just frowned behind their masks as if they were surprised that Ikarus couldn't care less.

After the Sergeant was trying to get Doyle back on his feet, a loud growl was heard catching the attention of the three survivors. The noise was loud and did not sound like good luck, but rather something that seemed very, very pissed off. Yet, the worse thing was...

That noise was headed towards them.

Chapter two, to be continued...

Nobody likes cliff hangers, but I had to do a small one here as Chapter Two is getting really long. So, I'm thinking of dividing it in three, I'm working on the second part of Chapter Two right now and I'll hopefully have it up soon. This part is about 3.5 pages long on my wordpress document with the font of twelve. I hope you liked it! Or at least, this part! As said, this is only a build up to part two and three!