I leave the factory with another guardsman named Samvally and he presses against his wrist to which the entire scales rotates in another different place and then shows the much dark color underneath. I look at it in shock with him pressing on with Samvally charging his lasrifle to the full max, why would Ares Draconic think this is a good idea?
“That would deplete your clip completely. Wasting energy and power packs.” I said in a quiet voice and he shrugs with no regard that if we were caught, reloading will be extremely difficult.
“I am going to kill the commander, and don’t get in my way Alexan!” he shouts to which I throw my hands up to my chest and then Samvally kept walking with my solsniper holstered. We crept between dead, destroyed trees.
“Alexan what do you think of Michaela?” he said and I turn my look to him. This is super awkward. We are in a war, all of us are fighting for our home except the Draconic. why is he asking me but I’ll learn something from him, so I’m gonna play along. I thought to myself, now let’s hope this doesn’t go wrong.
“He’s pragmatic, kind, efficient, ruthless when necessary, goofy, and smart. Why are you asking?
“Maybe you can join the Ares Draconic, we are one of the finest in terms of quality and quantity regiments our equipment is advanced and well-maintained. We treat each other as we are like siblings and always have each other’s backs from incompetent regiments.” he explained and moved in very close, Samvally takes off his helmet and I realize he has a giant claw-like scar going down his eye, grey color eyes, and brown hair with him getting almost chest to chest.
“I’m sorry but I don’t particularly follow.”
Sam gives me a snarky arrogant look, “Hadrian's name to the enemy is whispered in a hushed voice, what does little kiddy Michaela have?”
I think desperately for an answer but came up with nothing. Fuck! “Uh… um I don-“
Samvally cuts the whole sentence off by kissing me and I was able to separate myself but in return left a trail of saliva between us.
“What the fuck Samvally!” I shout punching him in stomach but just hurt myself even more and he smirks then starts walking to our mission.
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Motherfucker! That thought kept rushing in my head, tempting me to point the barrel at him but gradually overcame it. We get there and I climb a tree with good, clear vantage points overlooking the artillery crew. My bastard “teammate” is taking cover, slipping in unseen and one of the crewmen went to take a very long smoke break. I pick him off first and got him with virtually no problems, feeling pretty confident after what happened, I pick all of them off in this unpredictable succession pattern and someone came to check on them with his gun equipped but Samvally effortlessly killed him. I jump off the tree and puncture a guy’s carotid artery with my knife, slowly moving to the command tent if that shitface died. Samvally looting the general and saw the name ‘Father Micah’ concluding that we are dealing with a destruction cult and leave to report my findings.
“Don’t you want some papers?” Samvally said and I flip him off, “This is why you will never amount to anything. Michaela is not worthy to become an Captain Commissar, he’s lamentable.”
“You pathetic piece of unsatisfactory bullshit! At least the Endymion first regiment doesn’t need advanced gear to stalk in a war because we’re not pussies!” I stop with my hatred growing ever deep for this bastard to say the words.
Before started walking to the abandoned factory but a person tackles me and I was able to break free, we draw our combat knives and I block the guy’s attack getting the advantage to stab him in the wrist. The person growls in pain so I push the blade in further and pulled it out fast, he slashes my hand and a somewhat quiet scream but painful left my mouth so I twirl and duck cutting his Achilles’ tendon as he falls with a whimper. I pick him up by the hair and put my knife’s blade around his throat then drag him to the factory.
“Please I will give you anything if you’re merciful!” he shouts while bleeding from his cut leg and wrist trying to free himself from my grasp.
“Oh just shut up. you’re going to die so don’t plead.” I said coldly giving him the hint to look at the wounds and he yells like a banshee. I sigh as Samvally comes up to me, Fafran opens up the door and the entire Endymion 1st regiment looks at this unsuspected guest.
“Do anything to this lowlife. I’m going to talk with Michaela.” I said to my friends and not the Ares Draconic, Charlie comes to me gripping the sides of one of those blankets. “Did Samvally do anything to you Alexan? Are you okay?”
“Yes. But how do you know? that sparked my curiosity, he looks down fidgeting his fingers and I kneel putting my hand on his shoulder.
“Um... I saw Samvally kissing you even though you have a girlfriend and before we were deployed, she goodbye kissed you.”
I bow my head down trying to control my anger so I don’t lash out, “Don’t trust him, Charlie, if he seems nice for a reason, remind yourself, that us will protect you if things go to shit.”
I said and he nods then I meet Commissar Michaela to report my findings.