The sun beat down mercilessly on the desolate wasteland, casting long, distorted shadows across the barren landscape. a ship in desert. once there was a sea here, after climate change. sea drained. and some coastal city is drowned from sea rising.

In the heart of this desolate expanse, a new structure was rising from the ruins of an ancient city. It was a fortress, with black fist banner, a symbol of the SWAT's determination to survive and thrive in this hostile environment.

troops were busy preparing for the upcoming conflict. They were loading weapons, restocking supplies, and fortifying the base's defenses. The atmosphere was charged with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, as the soldiers braced themselves for the inevitable confrontation with series 9.

Meanwhile, Wanderer and his lieutenants ventured into the depths of the woods, their eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of activity. A sense of anticipation hung in the air as they awaited the arrival of the True Horde's trade caravan.

The caravan, a motley assortment of pickup trucks and motorcycles with sidecars, emerged from the dense foliage. They were a strange and unsettling sight, their bodies a patchwork of human and animal features. Some had fur, others had extra limbs, and all of them had a wild, feral look in their eyes.

Wanderer force and swat fight them for countless time before. But seeing the mutant in close range. Which still life was new to them.

The wanderer warriors tensed,some new recruit their hands instinctively shaking a bit from fear, The mutants approached cautiously, their eyes scanning the wanderer vehicles with a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

After a tense silence, one of the mutants stepped forward, its voice deep and guttural. "We've come for the trade," it said, its words barely intelligible.

The human merchants stepped forward, their crates of medicine and tools ready for exchange. The mutants inspected the goods, their eyes narrowing in concentration. After a few moments, they nodded in agreement.

The mutants opened their own crates, revealing piles of coal and iron ore. The human merchants inspected the goods, verifying their quality. Satisfied, they nodded in approval.

The trade was completed,. As the wanderer convoy turned back towards the base, Wanderer couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He knew that the truce with the True Horde was a fragile one,

"How long do you think this truce will last?" Chrome muttered, his eyes scanning the endless desert horizon.

"Hard to say,But this is a historic moment. We've finally lowered our guard to those pure mutants." Wanderer replied.

Furqan chimed in, "Let's just hope they hold up their end of the deal until we can finish off these bastards."

Sanada remained silent, his eyes fixed on the horizon. He was lost in thought, contemplating the future.

"What do you see in the future after the war is over?" Wanderer asked, breaking the silence.

Chrome leaned back, his eyes distant. "I don't know. Maybe settle down somewhere quiet. Find somewhere to love, start a family."

Furqan nodded. "That sounds nice. No more fighting, no more death. i might go back racing"

Sanada remained silent, his expression contemplative.

"How about you, Furqan? Having four wives?" Wanderer teased.

Furqan chuckled. "Four wives? That's pushing it a bit. I doubt I could handle even one."

“Yes as i expected. you pussy "wanderer add with smirk

Furqan couldn't help but laugh. "Hey now, watch your tongue. Just because I don't need four wives doesn't make me a pussy."

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Chrome snickered, "I think you're just afraid of commitment, Furqan."

Wanderer grinned. "Yes, how about you, Oboro? What do you truly seek? Are you finally disappointed in me because I'm not a mindless adventurer?"

Oboro remained silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on Wanderer when dismantling his rifle on mobile home, his gaze unwavering. "Disappointment is not the word. Let's just say I had expectations of you that you failed to meet."

Wanderer leaned forward, "Speak your mind then. I think it's time you open your cards. I like you, and I warn you."

Oboro chuckled, "Ah, you are a perceptive one, Wanderer. You're perceptive enough to know that I have always held my cards close to my chest. But since you've asked, I'll be forthright with my thoughts. I believe you lack the drive, the purpose, the ambition, that should be present in a true warrior.”

oboro then clean his anti rifle material rifle “You are content with just drifting and wandering through life, without a clear goal or path. I find your lack of purpose to be... Disappointing."

Wanderer raised an eyebrow,. "Good. Then what is your vision for the future?"

Oboro's expression became serious, "My idea of the future is different than yours, Wanderer. I seek greatness, power, and control. I have ambition to rule, to shape the destiny of many. My idea of the future is one where I am the one in charge, where I can make the decisions,

“Oboro then start resembling his rifle back “where I have the power. I'm not content to just wander around, drifting aimlessly. I have a vision, a goal, and I will stop at nothing to achieve it."

wanderer lean on his chair “oho.. a cocky boy wanna challenge me huh? bring it on then”

Oboro grinned. "Ah, so you've finally accepted the idea of friendly competition, It'll give me the motivation to push myself even further. May the best mercenary company win."

Wanderer chuckled, "It's not friendly, you naive boy. We will bite each other. Do you think I'm a rainbow merc, Oboro? Do you know what happened to other mercenary companies before me?"

Oboro's expression turned serious once more, his eyes narrowing. "Oh, I'm well aware of the ruthless nature of the mercenary business,. They were either crushed, absorbed, or driven out of business. I have no intention of meeting the same fate. In fact, I have every intention of making my mercenary company the most fearsome and powerful in all the wasteland."

Wanderer nodded,. "Good. I like your ambition. But remember, to be a true leader, you need more than just ambition. You need strategy, charisma, and the ability to inspire others."

Oboro raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Are you offering to give me some advice? How generous of you, However, just know that I won't blindly follow every piece of advice you offer. I have my own way of doing things, after all."

Wanderer grinned. "Yes, first, do your job when the price is right. In the past, when SWAT wasn't formed yet,,, this shit hole is a mess. I worked with various factions, offering muscle and selling weapons. I would let the price rise first before offering my service."

Oboro nodded in agreement,. "I see. So it's all about the value of one's services. By setting a high price, you ensure that you're not undervalued or taken advantage of. You also make sure that the faction who hires you knows that they're getting what they pay for - the best mercenaries and weapons. Makes sense. I'll keep that in mind in the future."

Wanderer continued, "And remember, the best mercenary is not just the cannon fodder. They are the ones who are seen as heroes. Choose your battles carefully, fight in the name of the people, and you will be the biggest asshole in the wasteland... a so-called hero."

Oboro chuckled. "Hehe... You seem to have a rather unconventional understanding of what makes a hero, Wanderer. But I understand your point. Becoming a hero to the people means garnering their support and loyalty.”

Wanderer leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Oboro. "So, are you still planning to be having mercenary company?”

Oboro met Wanderer's gaze, "Yes, Wanderer. I still want to form my own mercenary company and make my mark on the wasteland."

"Only if we're still alive tomorrow, man. Only if we survive dealing with Series 9... or whatever else comes our way and good luck coming up with a cooler name than my company."

Oboro smirked, a hint of competitiveness sparking in his eyes. "Oh, you think your company name is the coolest, Wanderer? We'll see about that. I'll come up with a name that will make yours pale in comparison. Just wait and see."

later when they closer to swat hinterland top of ruins. a giant screen appear “new song for our brave swat soldier”, wanderer mobile home stop in front of screen and watch a the show.

“we all recruited for life. only death liberates

in red days of savages and blood

in black night of death and despair

in the cities, in the villages we raise our flag and above it defense and conquest !

we not recruited like random mass of slaves, to shed his blood to stranger

our dream is die for our people

in red days of savages and blood

in black night of death and despair

in the ruins of cities, in the ruins of villages we raise our flag and above it Haganah Vekhbbush! “

wanderer narrow his eyes” damn. i always baffled why they not using nuke yet to end this war despite their... energy”

a flock of recruit then start line up nearby. they being brainwash to see the series 9 is not a human anymore because their augmented nature. wanderer glance at them. and lick his popsicle. “nom nom,, war.. never changes, heh..”