Kaylin groans, "Are they here yet?" "They're ahead, out of ammo. stand down." A giant turtle limps with a cracked stony shell. I smile, It's real. Majestic. It collapses and sprawls out it's limbs. "Stay here." Kaylin Marches down with his troops.

"Kaylin- Orders?" I motion them to circle them, I walk down towards them as they take cover. I simply walk to the corner of the turtle and lean against the downed creature, "You guys have been through hell." A british man grunts, "Let us leave and I won't kill you all." With a deep sigh, I turn the corner, I hold my hands up and he points a gun to my head. I give him a glare, "The army's corrupt and I need all of your help." Mama nods to the man and he asks, "Can we trust your friends behind us?" "They want the same thing."

"Drop it." I lower my gun as the soldiers point their guns at us, "Who are you?" Mama and the man speak, "Commander Kaylin." Kaylin squints, "How-" She smiles, "I know that voice." I cut in, "If you want the same, give me a gun." He nods and a Sergeant hands over his rifle. I check the gun as they hold me at gunpoint. I raise the gun slow to Kaylin and he holds up his hand, "He shoots, kill them."

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"How much control do they have?" He sighs with unyielding eyes, "Congress, judges, criminals. We don't like the state- the galaxy turning into nazi germany." I squint, "Are comms back up? I need to-" He shakes his head, "I'm sorry for your loss. The queen." He knows me then. Rose cries, "Mommy?!" I lower my gun and get on one knee, "Is she really-" She starts bawling her eyes out and my arms wrap around her so quick. Jack watches as my teeth grind and grit. Jack freezes, there's no doubting it, it's my ugly angered expression. If Rose weren't here, the explosive feeling that I could zoom across the planet and kill everyone responsible- it almost consumes me. Kaylin sighs, "We have to get going soon. You're all on a watchlist. We'll help you disappear and I'll try to erase your identities." He walks away, "Consider yourselves lucky!" As the anger slowly fades, I look over to Mama, she holds her palm to the turtle as it groans. "Little Luther?"

As Luther looks at these old bones of mine, he groans with a happy tone. My hands shake until my wrinkled hands caresses it's leathery skin, "Thank you, Luther." Luther's heart slows down, "It's ok, Luther. It's ok." He goes limp and his heartbeat goes dead silent. I close my eyes and press my lips together. My lips tremble, "You didn't deserve this."