20/Kryo/2467 R.S. 15:02:10

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In complete darkness, sobbing and desperate breathing can be heard from a corner.

From a door frame, a slit of light penetrates the darkness and reaches to a man on a corner, curled up in a fetal position and with busted metallic legs. The light grows, and white nothing fills the room as the door completely opens. The nervous man finches from the light and pushes himself against the corner. Suddenly, a figure stands within the open doorframe, casting a shadow that covers the almost naked man. "Huh?!... Hey! Where am I!? " The man screams at the figure and sweeps his forearm against his runny nose. The figure enters the room, and the door seals shut behind it, taking with it all the light that filled the room. Once again engulfs the room, the man curiously kneels to stand up, and as he does this action, heavy metallic footsteps slowly make their way toward him. He retracts himself and cowers into the corner again, amidst the darkness something grabs the man from his biceps and lifts him up, struggling and screaming the fear grows within the man, he throws a kick forward only to hit a cold metal chest plate that breaks his already damaged robotic foot.

"Let me go! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"

The man yells at the top of his lungs as he continues to cry and sob. Suddenly, a bright light blinds the man, his eyes slowly adjust, and he sees that the light is attached to a helmet.

114: "You'll be answering my questions, Millitant."

Millitant: "I should have known, captured by an abomin- Ahhh!"

The Trooper tightens his grip and hurts the man's biceps, as he twists his hands, Trooper One One Four continues: "Its the end of the line for you, if you don't comply, you will die."

To which the pained Millitant looks up and replies: "... I'm already dead. Once our men disappear, they never come back..."

The Trooper stays silent for some seconds, finding what the man said strange. However, he quickly lapses back.

114: "I assure you, you are still very much alive, now tell me, what were you planning to do with the Dam?"

Millitant: "Blow it the fuck up! Was it not obvious?!"

The Millitant reaches for the Trooper's helmet with blind rage and achieves to grab onto the edges of it. A smile appeared on the man's face, frantically eager to see beyond the veil. This happiness is cut short as the Trooper uses both of his hands to throw the Millitant seven feet across the room, the man crash lands against the ground and slides until reaching the wall.

114: "Turn the lights on. I'm done playing games with this brainwashed excuse of a living being."

The room instantly lights up and reveals a mirror on the left side of the room, a scrape of crimson interrupts the colorless facade of the floor. The Trooper walks toward the mirror and looks down unto the Man.

114: "You are weak, is this how you plan to overthrow us? Merely a rebellion to the eyes of the world, your cause, and your country is a joke. Alone you will never defeat Centralia."

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Trembling, the man looks up to the Trooper and tries to push himself up off the ground.

One One Four allows him to stand up.

Millitant: "A rebellion? That's what you believe. Those days are over, we have our own land, our culture, our people, we may all be fixed on an end goal, but don't think we are all the same."

114: "I believe what I see, and what I have experienced in the field over the years, if you're not all the same, then prove it, tell me what was the plan behind the dam's destruction?"

Millitant: "Listen, abomination, I have seen what your kind has done to us, the Galenician populous has nothing to thank you for, ever since you arrived the rivers of our home run red, and no prisoner ever comes back alive."

114: "Cut the shit, I'm gonna give it to you straight, we release our prisoners after a short term memory wipe, whatever happens when we release them has nothing to do with us."

Millitant: "Lies! I have seen the end of this conflict with my own eyes, and the ruthlessness in your actions against me spoke for themselves."

Blood drips from the Millitant's nose, result of when he was thrown across the room. Trooper One One Four stays in place, listening to what the vulnerable Millitant had to say.

"The Calorisian Dam was the first step to a grander plan, but it wasn't our only way to proceed. Understand that."

Suddenly the overzealous Millitant reveals a secondary plan in play, and it seems to have never been interrupted.

"I have a question, was I the only survivor?"

The Millitant asks.

To Trooper One One Four's knowledge, he is as a matter of fact the only survivor, unbeknownst to Sigma Squadron's realization that a second survivor fled the Dam.

114: "Yes, you are, so you still believe the secondary plan is in motion? The dam still stands, your squadron was wiped. Tell me, what's the next step in this "grander" plan?"

Millitant: "Why should I tell you that? I already know you won't kill me."

Trooper One One Four smirks behind his empty black Visor. With his right hand he reaches to his left shoulder and takes his serrated combat knife from its sheath.

Upon seeing this action, the man's eyes grow with fear. The Trooper slowly approaches the Millitant with a menacing aura. The Millitant starts to walk backward, away from the Trooper.

"Wait, WAIT!"

He continues his advance, disregarding the man's fearful remarks. Swiftly, the Trooper grabs on to the man's neck and lifts him off the ground. Struggling to break free the man holds both of his hands against the Trooper's wrist and tries pushing it away. His eyesight begins to blur in and out as his brain is not receiving enough oxygen to function properly. Trooper One One Four sees the Millitant's eyes roll back as he loses consciousness and lets go of his throat.

The man drops to the ground and slowly shakes his head.

"There are worst things than death, Millitant."

Trooper One One Four states, after that he squats down, puts the wide side of the blade under the Millitant's jaw and lifts the man's head up.

"Now speak, where was this attack orchestrated from?"

The man opens his right eye and speaks with a weakened tone.

"If I'm the only survivor, there is no way for anyone to know what really happened in the Dam, there's a loose end, and it ain't me.

Our Hideout isn't far off from the Amral Valley, c-can I have something to eat?"

The Trooper stands upright. After he sheaths the knife, in a sign of empathy he extends his right hand to help the Millitant stand.

"Caloris... Get up, I'll be back with food."

The Millitant closes his eye after looking at the extended hand, he lays his head backward and sighs.

Trooper One One Four retracts his hand and looks at the mirror, after looking at himself he turns around and walks to the door, which is unnoticeable due to the blinding white palette of the room.

Trooper One One Four exits as the door closes behind him, the room's white lighting shuts out into complete darkness once again.

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Fifteen minutes later

On a round table with multiple paper documents and a helmet, Trooper One One Four sits with his left hand against his forehead as he reads the texts. He grabs the scattered papers, puts them all together in order and slides them into a pastel green folder.

"Hostage was originally part of the reinforcing convoy that Sigma Squadron had engaged, not from the original Demolition Team tasked with the Dam's destruction, however, he revealed someone else survived, or at least he believes this to be true. Whatever the case, there is a secondary plan in motion, something isn't right about this. Destroying the Calorisian Dam would not only cause widespread draughts to the Inoan and Calorisian Citizens, but mayor power outages to mainland Centralia. The Dam is old but it still generates energy and provides fresh water for the whole island. Whatever it is they were planning was massive, or still is...

I'm still not sure how much progress they have made, but Centralia must be on high alert. "

Once the documents are safe inside the folder, he closes it. Trooper One One Four reaches to his right for his helmet and puts it on. The TDA technology automatically typed his monologue into a dark blue digital interface within his helmet. Upon seeing this he commands the helmet's systems to save the said file.

As Trooper One One Four stands up, light hits the white initials on his back, revealing :

D. A. K.