"Back in the Sacred Order, I was... different. I was strong, courageous, and loyal. But most importantly, I was idealistic. I believed in the Order's cause with all my heart, and I was willing to fight and die for it."

“Hmmm yes”

Thea's voice grows quieter, "I was a leader within the Order. I commanded a team of elite soldiers, and we were known for our bravery and effectiveness on the battlefield. We fought against the forces of darkness, and we believed we were making a difference."

“Good”

Thea nods, a hint of pride in her voice. But then her expression darkens, "But it was all a lie. The Order was corrupt, ruled by hypocrisy and greed. They cared more about power and wealth than they did about the people they were supposed to protect..."

“Hmm yes good”

Thea's jaw clenches "And I fell victim to their lies. I trusted them, swore my loyalty to them, believed in their cause. But in the end, they betrayed me. They used me, manipulated me, twisted me into something I never wanted to be..."

Thea's voice is low and bitter as she continues her story.

"And now, look at me. A shadow of my former self. A broken, bitter husk of a woman, reduced to a cursed weapon wielded by the forces of darkness. All because of them, because of the Order's greed and corruption..."

“..well do they the ones who turn into cyborg?”

Thea's hands clench into fists, the fingers on her left hand digging into the iron armor, and making a screeching sound.

"You really want to know, huh? Alright, fine, old man."

She pauses, taking a deep breath.

"It was the Order that turned me into this...this abomination. They experimented on me, tried to 'improve' me with implants and cybernetic augmentation."

“Really? Very hard to believe”

Thea's eyes narrow as she glares at Wanderer. Her voice drips with sarcasm as she responds.

"Oh, really? You find it hard to believe? Why's that? Because the Order is just so perfect, aren't they? They would never do something as horrific as experimenting on their own soldiers, right?"

“Yes,, kinda perhaps,, probably”

Thea scoffs, "You clearly have no idea what you're talking about. The Order was corrupt, and they had no qualms about experimenting on their own soldiers. I was just a pawn to them, a tool to be used and discarded at their convenience. They didn't care about me, not really. They just wanted to see what they could do, how far they could push the boundaries of science and technology."

“Hmm.. Yes,, spicy story”

Thea rolls her eyes "Hmph. 'Spicy story?' That's what you call it? You have a strange way of reacting to a woman's tragic backstory, old man."

wanderer chuckles, he bit feel bad because not give best shock expresion while listen to her backstory. concept of betray and fall from grace was too common for him “Hehe,, yes. Sorry”

Thea huffs, somewhat mollified by Wanderer's apology. She crosses her arms and glares at him, her expression softening slightly.

"Hmph. Apology accepted, I suppose. But please, show a little more tact next time. I'm not just some sad story for you to enjoy."

“So.. What you do now? Why just like sitting on that creeks and scared homeless people?”

Thea's expression darkens at Wanderer's question. It cuts a little too close to home.

"What do you mean, why am I just sitting here? What else am I supposed to do? I'm a weapon, old man. I'm not supposed to have a life, a purpose, or a future. I just exist. I follow orders. I fight the forces of darkness. That's all I am, all I'll ever be."

“hmm.. darkness”

"Yes, the forces of darkness. Demons, undead, creatures from the north shadows. Whatever you call them. My job is to destroy them, to protect the innocent from their evil. That's what the Order was supposed to do. It's what I was made to do. And it's all I know how to do."

“Hehe, demon and undead,, do that is your reference for mutants,, i guess you just racist as im. “ wanderer raise his left eyebrow ”But in whole level”

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Thea's eyes narrow at Wanderer's words, confusion and anger warring on her face.

"What are you talking about, old man? I'm not racist. I don't care what race, species, or group someone belongs to. If they're evil, they're my enemy, plain and simple."

wanderer then ask “Do im evil?”

Thea studies Wanderer for a moment, sizing him up. She can't tell what he's thinking, can't read his intentions.

"Are you evil? I don't know. You've certainly got a strange sense of humor, and you ask a lot of questions. But that doesn't make you evil. At least, not that I can tell."

“Good,, then im good enough”

Thea relaxes slightly at Wanderer's response, a wary but amused expression face on behind her semi transparant green veil

"Heh, are you asking for my approval or something? Is it important to you that I think you're 'good enough?'"

“No. Its just seeing people standards”

Thea tilts her head, "Oh, really? And what are you hoping to find out, old man? What answers are you searching for by testing my standards?"

wanderer coughing “No particular reason”

Thea raises an eyebrow, "No particular reason, huh? Bullshit. You're a bad liar, old man."

“Hehe,, im sleepy hmm.. Goodnight”

Thea smirks at Wanderer's obvious attempt to escape the conversation.

"Hmph, nice try, old man. But you're not getting away that easily. And who said you could sleep here, anyway?"

Thea watches in surprise as Wanderer promptly goes to sleep again on his wheelchair. She huffs in amusement, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Unbelievable. He just falls asleep here like it's no big deal. No manners, no courtesy. Hmph."

The sun rose and fell countless times. in one bright day. convoy of vehicle sped up. created a dust.

wanderer mercenary company, sacred order, and swat, is all formed in aftermath of sudden mutant invasion in north, wanderer look at vast desert in front of him on while rode on his mobile home. time passed. people come and go.

later they see the golden eagle statue in distance. wanderer now in wheelchair and still with bandage of burn wound arrive at fort Phoenix the main base of swat and meet Aresia, on the hall. he meet one eyed swat commander. he give Wanderer salute. then a speak “wanderer.. you fight brave ,, lion of wasteland”

Wanderer give him a nod. but one eyed face turn into serious “i hope you dont lost your way wanderer.. who is our real enemy is..” he then leave wanderer alone.

Wanderer look at floor for awhile and then look at him which already far away. and shout “i still on my path!,,”

One eyed commander. then smile at him “i know.. good luck with Aresia.. she is a cub. trying to be a lion”

then Wanderer continue strode on the dark blue colidoor alone. truce with true horde. attacking series 9. and swat politic. all of this start become complicated than strightfoward their original mission to just clean wasteland, before reach the aresia inner sanctum room. there is a row of swat high member potraits, from Aresia to old commander all here.until wanderer then stop at front of the first founder of swat potrait, the general, heavy sigh escape on his lips. then he open the door.

"so.. woman.. i give you another victory.. "

Aresia turns as Wanderer enters the room, her gaze assessing his condition.

"Wanderer," she says, her voice betraying a hint of surprise at his heavily bandaged state. "You've been through the wringer, haven't you? But I must admit, I'm glad to see you still in one piece."

Wanderer agree“yes... so.. will you accept their peace deal? those rascal.. they will betray the deal like everyone else “

Aresia purses her lips in thought, "You're right, Wanderer. Those Series 9 are anything but trustworthy. But we need to consider the bigger picture. We can't afford to start another war right now. And we also can't let them go without any consequences for what they did. It's a fine line to walk."

Aresia walks over to the expansive window overlooking the wasteland, her eyes scanning the landscape with a mixture of contemplation and exhaustion.

"I'm open to suggestions if you have any," she says, turning back to Wanderer. "What do you propose we do with the Series 9?"

“those place is lawless.. if they indeed wanna peace.. make sure someone put a leash on them..”

Aresia furrows her brows, "You're talking about installing a puppet ruler, someone to keep them in check, right? It's a risky move, but it could work."

“yes,, and that guy is... me”

"You?" she asked, trying to hide her skepticism.

“Yes”

Aresia walks closer to Wanderer, "You realize what you're offering right? This is not some simple job. You'll be putting your life on the line, surrounded by treacherous snakes and backstabbers. Are you sure you can handle it?"

“i love torturing those people.. its time to put them back to reality.. slap their cheek.. life is not only here..”

Aresia tilts her head slightly, a hint of a smile playing on her lips at Wanderer's words. She always appreciated his brutal honesty.

"You do have a knack for putting people in their place. I'll give you that. But you think you can handle the politics of it all? Dealing with their factions, their power struggles, their machinations? It's not just violence that will keep them under your command."

“Yes”

Aresia studies Wanderer for a moment longer, her expression unreadable. She knew he was reckless and unpredictable, but she also couldn't deny his effectiveness in getting things done. With a slow exhale, she nods.

"Alright, Wanderer. I'll trust you to keep them in check. But know this: I'll be watching closely. And if you let them slip out of your grasp, I'll hold you responsible."

”oho. i will watching you too.. ”

Aresia smirks, an air of challenge in her eyes as she meets Wanderer's gaze.

"Oh, you'll be watching me, will you? I look forward to it. I could always use a pair of sharp eyes on my back. Just remember, Wanderer, I'm not the only one who can hold you accountable."

Could she really trust Wanderer with this? He was a wildcard, unpredictable… but maybe that was exactly what they needed to control Series 9."

In the heart of the Obsidian Gate, a city known for its foundries and manufacturing capabilities, lies the district known as The Forge. This industrial hub is where Series 9 has likely established their production facilities, utilizing the city's infrastructure to create their weaponry and other technological advancements.

After the war against Series 9, their “council” begs for peace. SWAT agrees, and Wanderer volunteers himself to be a puppet for Series 9.

Wanderer now sits atop the highest tower of the industrial complex in Obsidian Gate, muttering to himself, "I may have never found someone I wanted to serve to clean up this mess, but finally, I've found myself. I'm the one who rules.,,, oh damnit.. "

Wanderer then spin on his chair ‘but atleast.. i dont let those fascist or mutant take this city.. espencialy when violence still outhere,, somewhere wait for his move”