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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!"

The captain rushed forward, and launched a punch in my direction. I leaned back, summoning the fires of Diablos as I levitated into the air, and intercepted the punch with two flaming tendrils from my back.

The captain's eyes momentarily widened. "Impressive strength, villain. But you are no match, for the blinding light of just-"

His speech was cut short, as I summoned a third tendril that went straight into his chest, impaling him, and throwing him into the air. The captain coughed a shower of blood as his teammates yelled his name in concern.

"Captain!"

They tried to assist him, but Chance intercepted them, drawing both his gun blade and his assault rifle.

"One on one. If you idiots join him, I'll have to consider this a two on five. And trust me... you don't want that."

My tendril slammed the captain into the ground with a massive BOOM. The captain struggled to his feet, attempting to heal the massive hole in his chest by sending light particles at it, but to no avail.

The captain heaved, struggling to catch his breath, but was able to speak.

"You got me good... kid. But I will not give up. For I am defender of this world. I live to serve." He began to cough. There was no point healing this type of wound. The fires of Diablos that emanated from my tendrils had completely charred and burnt the tissue around his wound, keeping him from regenerating.

"This fight is decided." I replied, and held out my hand, as it became shrouded with flames, growing until it became a giant flaming blade. I zipped forward, and cut right into the captain's midsection. The defender was launched backwards, and slid, until sliding to a stop. His face, emotionless and empty.

"Captain!" The squad yelled, in devastation.

The squad turned to me, their faces were full of rage. For a group of so called defenders of the world, they were not very heroic. I watched as they charged me with blinding speed, but I already held out my hand, and blasted them all to ashes with a powerful burst of flame.

"Nice one, Fury. These so called 'heroes of Falaria' were no match for you." Chance complimented.

I looked up at the skies, as more of the planet's defenders tried to aid in attempting to fend off the Halakites. It was time to return to the ship. I grabbed Chance with a tendril, as we flew back to the spacecraft.

"Contract complete." I said, as I watched the planet collapse from having its natural resources depleted.

Chapter 65 (Remnant 3)

"I have a new assignment for you, Fury." Malakai said.

I knelt before him, awaiting his orders.

Malakai spread his hands, and the locust swarm manifested a city. I recognized it immediately, but I didn't let it show on my face.

"Within this city, is a mercenary company known as The Organization. I want you to annihilate the entire company, and bring back this artifact."

Malakai zoomed in on an object.

"The Fulcrum. It shall aid in the preparation of our warfare."

"It shall be done." I responded. Unfortunately, my voice did not conceal my thoughts, because Malakai sensed it.

"Discord laces your voice, Fury."

"There is no discord. I will complete my task."

Malakai got up from his throne and walked up to me. "Fury of the Halakites. Remember why you serve me. To protect Meena. Our acquisition of the fulcrum will enable us to develop our weaponry. Everything you are doing is ensuring her survival."

I got up, and left the throne room, where Chance was waiting for me. I updated him on our mission details.

"Gonna bust up The Organization, huh? Isn't that a treat? You'll be doing Meena a favor, considering she basically got fired from ther-"

I grabbed Chance by the throat and slammed him into the wall. He began to retch as I squeezed.

"You will not speak of Meena that way. Remember your place, Chance. You are my slave. Nothing more. It is a matter of mercy that you are still alive, after everything you have done to her."

Chance grabbed my hand, and tried to reach for his guns, but I began to heat my hand up, as his eyes widened.

"Master Deacon... I..."

"Deacon is DEAD." I growled, increasing the intensity of my flames. Chance screamed in agony.

"Please... Master Fury. I apologize. Please let me go. I... can't breath..."

I let go, as Chance fell on the ground, clutching his throat, coughing and retching.

I regarded him with no remorse. "Clean yourself up. We leave in thirty minutes. Every minute you are late, will be a bone broken."

Chance said nothing, as he struggled to catch his breath.