A kid is sitting in the deeply bloodstained dirt trench reaching thirty feet. Cradling standard issue solcarbine and almost has tears in his brown young eyes, I stop firing my gun and lean forward like a bow. He looks at me with fear as artillery shell rang in front of us. “Kid… what are you doing?”
“I can’t bring myself to kill people.” he says to which another person comes near me, it is Colm Xervox.
“Charlie, listen to me, your older brother and get up!”
“Okay, Charlie if you don’t stand tall and send these sons of bitches to hell, we will leave you on a war-torn battlefield with no provisions” I scoff, the kid hastily gets up and charges his gun, hitting someone in their knee.
“You were faking all of that. Weren't you?” Colm said to which I stretch my arms, chuckling when eight heretics were killed in quick succession.
“Pretty much.” Colm laughs as he walks back to his original spot. I shoot two people and put my boot on the top of the trench side, I spot another regiment taking down a hundred in a choreographed manner and the rest retreat but also got gunned down. Looking at them in extreme detail they have black scale armor shining that looks like an exclusive metallic glass with some gold scales, their black helmets and narrow visors are tinted with them holding their polished jet black carbines by the butt of the stock, we look at them and there is one with a purple waist cape he looks at Endymion first regiment as they started walking towards us in a disciplined manner.
“showoffs.” I mutter with them marching in a line making no noise except the dirt squishing underneath them.
“Are you private Commissar Michaela Vodlun?” one with the waist cape questions and I nod. He takes off his helmet showcasing long pure blonde hair, purplish blue eyes, and handsome facial features. Desmon Caftan sniggers behind me while hiding between Yorbec and Elim Talmin.
“And you are? Like you just show up, killing people like perfect dancers of death.” the person who I am talking to, gestures towards himself before announcing like a madman.
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“I am the captain of the Ares Draconic, the name is Hadrian Bador!” Hadrian shouts and I look off into the distance where Jarkinn is using a pair of binoculars to survey the area.
“Nice waist cape there. Is that natural or synthetic?” I said noticing that it was not torn or having damage at all. Charlie hides in his cloak to get away from the prying eyes of Hadrian’s soldier. Colm picks him up like a baby before gently caressing the youngest, now that’s nice.
“Cool camouflage cloak. Is it going to keep you alive?” Hadrian retorted back as I fix my greatcoat’s collar from almost giving me asphyxiation.
“Mhm, mine is the biggest.” Bador looks around at all of them, doesn’t take a genius to know he was confused. “In their eyes, the biggest cloak is the one that is the most invaluable. Some sort of tradition, they value deeply.” I said as he curtly nods.
After 30 minutes enemy artillery begins to drop again. Shrapnel was embedded in the wall and it was close enough to kill all of us so we retreated to an abandoned factory we all sat in it. Charlie and Fafran found a giant box of light brown blankets that are kid-sized so we put them together to make a big one. The Ares Draconic didn’t sit on it because their armor can keep them warm in the bitterly cold climate, Charlie puts his head on my stomach's side as the enemy is raining shells around the trench area.
“Uh… Charlie?” I said, head tilting, Gark tells me it’s okay since he will probably get shell-shocked by the constant amount of what they’re firing and I smile burying Charlie's head deeper to my sides. Galen looks out of the window where heavy rain starts to fall with his cloak’s hood up and lasrifle out, Elim scours for food but comes up empty handed so I dismiss it with a gesture followed by a little whisper.
“Shit.” Then Hadrian comes to me, he has something or maybe a plan, anything will be good.
“How can we get to the artillery group and decommissioned them without losing precious soldiers?” I look at him with an idea.
“What if we send two guardsmen from each of our regiments and they will be able to get rid of them with ease? While also being able to learn together as diverse groups.”
Bador picking a soldier named Samvally and I pick Alexan Jarkinn then before they set it off with their important order, I decided to speak with my comrade.
“Alexan, come here. Gotta say something to you.” I said like it was an order.
“Yeah, Michaela, is there something wrong?”
“If he does anything, that you don’t want to do, tell me.” I whisper making him nod.