Post 457th - Dismemberment

 

: : Haze Mission Log : :

: : Deceased, Apparently : :

 

I always thought when Death was upon me I would except it and focus on the afterlife, but no. I kicked Death straight in the gut and ran before he could claim me.

So did the rest of my Squad.

 

We wondered through the debris stopping once every so often for Blast to catch his breath. He had got the brunt of the impact. His trusty cannon had been snapped in two like a twig and so had his leg. He was using a spare rifle from the escape pod as a back up weapon and a crutch. He hobbled along audibly gritting his teeth and sighing loudly. We didn't mind. Or at least I didn't. Hull and Sweep where ahead of me, both vacant and staring off into space.

 

I can't blame them for not wanting to chat. Being put in the GAR's bad books for no given reason is not a regular occurrence. The Chancellor had scrubbed the 457th clean off the list. Our local command and field data was still operational. It was nothing more than a little Black Box that sent us Information and updates when soldiers went missing or worse, as well as mission objectives.

But this time it just sent out the list of dead of MIA. No one I know of made it out. Every single clone... Every single one of my Brothers where dead or dying all thanks to the whim of one soul.

 

The Chancellor.

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CC-5038 "Haze" I think we should go and confront our boss regarding the sudden "Lay off's"

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The others stopped and turned to face me. Sweep rubbed his claws together apprehensively, Hull just nodded and drew the bolt back on his rifle, sending a spent cartridge flying out of the side.

Blast echoed Hull's threatening gesture...

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CC-5755 "Blast": : Agreed, We'll show him how difficult it is to kill the 457th...

 

: : Log End : :

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I am not letting Theta Die so Easily! >:3

Done