It has been years since Rokuro met the strange, herculean woman, that saved him on a god forgotten planet, where Insurrectionists attacked.
He was somewhat shell shocked the first few days, and had nightmares, where the woman –Revi, never came to help him, and he was still on the misbegotten planet, about to be shot by rebels, who behaved more like criminals.
Hiding behind a pillar, trying to hold his breathe, the steps of a gunman are the ticking clock to his judgement, the shooting overheard from nearby proclaiming the verdicts given to others nearby. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide- and the slow steps seem unnaturally loud, and beat in tandem with his heart, suddenly he is seen, and a shot is heard- like a thunder that strike the earth-sudden, swift and booming.
And awakening, after a nightmare, to a dull life, one that seems to hold little point…
He was granted leave from work to recuperate, and his parents came to confirm that he was still alive. He found their reception to be somewhat cold, particularly that of his father, as if somewhat disappointed by his survival, and the worry over how his association with such people, his proximity to Insurrectionists, will affect his brother's promising starting career in politics.
None at all, they didn't ask about what happened there, and he didn't volunteer anything-so neither talked about it, pretending as if it never happened. The nondisclosure documents he was forced to sign, with armed marine standing guard, before his release from the medical facility he woke up at, after it all ended, seemed pointless in the face of the desire of his family to return to routine, and norm of their life. The Japanese phrase 'the nail that sticks gets hammered down' would not have been out of place-then again it was like that his whole life.
He returned to work a few weeks later, motivated by lack of anything else to do, and a want to move forward from that occurrence more than anything else.
Soon after, he and another accompanied a senior employee to meetings outside the planet, and he was once again traveling among the stars on behalf of his company.
And then Aliens declared war on humanity.
He overheard, once, when he accidentally entered the wrong hallway,from the upper management of the company, while he was out of sight during the discussion, how more and more outer colonies fell, and how there was worry that the fall of colonies where the company had major contracts was faster than those who did business through other companies.
And yet again, Rokuro Okajima found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"Run! To the spaceport!"
The evacuation was underway, though, once again, he was left. His senior, and boss on that particular meeting, was already entering the shuttle, using his position and the company name to have Security clear room for him to run through-stating that he had important documents on his possession, the other aide running after him, yelling to wait for him. Rokuro himself had the disadvantage of having been left behind in the dust, and explosions soon blocking his path, forcing him to run the other way.
He ran and ran, and kept running, on his tail not the unknown aliens, hunting down humanity, but the ghosts of the Innies that killed all on their path, on a similarly damned world, a year ago.
He soon saw a familiar looking vehicle 'very familiar', and hastily entered it, driving as far from the spaceport as he could- that way explosions still deafened his hearing.
Soon, the explosions started to get closer and closer to him, despite his retreat from their direction.
He tried to drive through a wide enough side alley, hoping to escape the would be pursuers, who have yet to concentrate on him in particular, and seemed to succeed.
At least until he finally saw a road again, and got out of the alleyways.
Or so was his plan. In actuality, his car drove right into something, and inhuman growl was heard from somewhere near him, though its origin was not in sight for the now panicking man.
Soon his car was pulled to left, then right, as he accelerated, and after strange sparks in the air, a large, creature appeared on his car, holding its front, and growling at the driver, monstrous moth open, as multiply teeth filled jaws extended, and separated, like an inhuman squid, or a twisted parody of one. Scared out of his wits, Okajima hit the gas as he screamed back in fright, and tried to shake loose the unwelcome passenger.
Soon the sounds of explosions were increasing, something familiar about them…
The next moment, the creature hit something in the car, and Rokuro found himself losing control of it, and driving forward, then sideways, right into another , not unlike the first stowaway, and into a wall.
As neither alien was prepared for collision with the other, and the wall afterwards, particularly at the speeds Rokuro ended up reaching, neither was in a state to show any resistance whine of weapons, and to the shots that finally killed them.
Only then did Okajima noticed his company, and saw a surprising sight, two more armored giants, just like the female Hercules that saved him. But try as he might, he felt the fatigue of running the hell away, when it started, without nary a stop, the adrenaline rush leaving, and as darkness claimed him, he though he heard a strangely familiar, feminine tone…
"You again!?"
Author Notes: I tried, and i tried, but this is the best continuation i could come out with.
I hope it doesn't feel too repetitive.