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"Shall we descend? Fury?" Chance asked me. I nodded, as we both jumped out of the pod and landed on the ground before the defenders. Five of them confronted us. I narrowed my eyes, and noticed they were dressed differently from the troopers that engaged our soldiers.
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The squadron spoke in unison. "We are the defenders of this world. The Cobalt Five. We are here to put an end to your tyranny. Return to your planet, at once, or be brought down in the name of justice!"
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Chance scoffed, and took out his gun-blade.
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"I'll fight these guys."
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"No." I responded, looking at one of the defenders.
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"There is no need to expend your ammunition. From the way they position themselves..." I pointed to the one in the center. "That is the leader. Defeating him will break their morale."
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The captain grinned. "You wish to fight me? Villain? It shall be done. For justice will always overcome darkness." The captain began to power up, glowing bright blue, as the winds in his vicinity swirled in response to his power.
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Chance leapt back, and ordered the Halakites to continue fighting off the troopers. The other four members of the Cobalt squad backed off as the captain continued powering up, his eyes glowing blue.
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"Last chance, boy. Will you heed my warnings? Or do you choose annihilation?"
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I held out my hand, a gesture to bring it.
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The captain bashed his fists together. "Your funeral, villain!"

Revision as of 00:34, 15 October 2020

Chapter 64 (Remnant 3)

"Tactical, and concealing. Fits your style." Chance complimented me.

I said nothing, as I looked at my reflection. I was wearing a long trench coat that concealed my body, my messy white hair, slightly covering my eyes the same way Decen's did, only longer. I had worried of the day... where I would look into the mirror and be greeted by the orange eyed monster. But now, it was reassurance. Reassurance that Deacon would never return.

He could never return.

I needed to be strong, for Meena.


Our mission was simple. Take down the civilization, and clear out its defenders. Allow the Halakite transporter to extract the resources from the planet core. We had fifty minutes to defend the excavator. After that, extraction would be waiting.

A Halakite screeched, from within our space pod. It was time.


The doors opened, and our troops jumped from the pod, and flew downwards. A rain of Halakites descending from the heavens, as the planet's defenders took action, their glowing blue bodies flying up to meet us. The sounds of the defender's slaughters filled the skies.


It was inevitable.


"Shall we descend? Fury?" Chance asked me. I nodded, as we both jumped out of the pod and landed on the ground before the defenders. Five of them confronted us. I narrowed my eyes, and noticed they were dressed differently from the troopers that engaged our soldiers.

The squadron spoke in unison. "We are the defenders of this world. The Cobalt Five. We are here to put an end to your tyranny. Return to your planet, at once, or be brought down in the name of justice!"

Chance scoffed, and took out his gun-blade.

"I'll fight these guys."

"No." I responded, looking at one of the defenders.

"There is no need to expend your ammunition. From the way they position themselves..." I pointed to the one in the center. "That is the leader. Defeating him will break their morale."


The captain grinned. "You wish to fight me? Villain? It shall be done. For justice will always overcome darkness." The captain began to power up, glowing bright blue, as the winds in his vicinity swirled in response to his power.

Chance leapt back, and ordered the Halakites to continue fighting off the troopers. The other four members of the Cobalt squad backed off as the captain continued powering up, his eyes glowing blue.


"Last chance, boy. Will you heed my warnings? Or do you choose annihilation?"

I held out my hand, a gesture to bring it.


The captain bashed his fists together. "Your funeral, villain!"