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Deep down, a storm of emotions stirs inside the heavy weapons expert after the rapid events that happened to everyone, including him. Wishing he could travel back thirty minutes before and make Della stay put at the crash site for her safety, but he knew that his comrade would rebel since that's how her personality works. The memories flood his head as his mind remains in a daydreaming state of remembering the first time he met her in the dark yet cozy mess hall where they did their little sandwich eating contest and how they teamed up on finding others that also became comrades. He shook his head, getting a grip on his emotional state, and move on for survival with the rest in his group. Before they lined up in a single file to get past, they close touching brush that made this alien wilderness.
Misha comes across where that thing bled onto the soil that became burnt.
The merc in red kneels to take a closer inspection on the bizarre sight blood spot. Sasha's humongous ammunition barrel rests against the ground as Misha rests his arm on top of the giant weapon. No color pooled across the dirt, which was strange for a creature to bleed that way. After focusing on the single spot in the soil, his eyes look up to see a trail of burnt dotted areas in the dirt where the alien creature fled. Comrade Perry walks over to where Misha knelt and became curious about why he stopped before they journeyed more profoundly into the forest. The Syntech agent eyes at the sight that Misha is examining and had the same thoughts as him.
"What else seems to be the problem?" Michael Liberty, the Coruscantian reporter, saunters over where the heavy weapons expert stopped remaining cautious with the surroundings in case that creature returns. "It seems that thing didn't outsmart bullet," Misha replies in his heavy Russian accent, rubbing his finger in the dirt where the acid blood dropped.
"So, what you're telling us that you managed to hit it?" the war reporter replies, taking in the sight of the trail that the alien left to hunt it. "Da, if it bleeds, we can kill it." the Russian brawn mercenary stands up once more, lifting the gun off the ground with one hand wrapping around the carry handle. His comrade platypus nods in agreement with what his gigantic friend remarked. If anything can bleed, it can die. The heavy weapons expert turns his head to look over his shoulder at the ones left in this once ragtag team.
"I am ready to move. Who's ready?" Misha responds to the others about making more progress to venture out. Everyone agreed it was time to move on, and so they left the part of the forest that was now the unmarked grave of Della where her remains leftovers lay. As they hiked through the thick brush on the trail that the alien left, a fiery murdering passion burns deeply inside the heavy weapons guy if he finds that horrific thing and plans to put it down along with the mad mouse. His boots stomped through on the trail in a rapid manner, leading up at the front with his team tailing him. Crows cawed overhead and soared in the skies above them.
The birds could be a bad omen to set out in this uncharted geographical land, but turning back would turn them into babies coming back empty-handed and one casualty to go with the rest that Syntech has suffered recently. About fifteen minutes out, they come across a village abandoned way before they crashed on this planet. It seemed ancient where it settled, and most of the buildings still stood after the harsh test of time. They were a little surprised to find a settlement on this uncharted planet. By witnessing the condition of the place, it appears not a single soul lives here currently.
"W-wow, I wasn't positive we would've come across anything at this rate." Ronny was surprised to see an old civilization left to collect dust. For the moment, he fumbles around in his many pockets to fish something out, and of course, it's one of the many waivers he carries, which feels like he has an unlimited waiver for just about anything if someone dares to sue this beloved corporation over. "But before any non-Syntech essential employees dare to take a step in the hazardous condemned village, please, sign here," the attorney mentions about the legal hurdles that visitors must get past before adventure while a pen and paper is in his hands.
In response, Droog growls in annoyance while signing his name impatiently on the waiver against a tree. Meanwhile, Perry looks over to his humongous partner if he remains steady but can tell the look in his eyes that Misha is still burning for vengeance over Della's demise.
Misha comes across where that thing bled onto the soil that became burnt.
The merc in red kneels to take a closer inspection on the bizarre sight blood spot. Sasha's humongous ammunition barrel rests against the ground as Misha rests his arm on top of the giant weapon. No color pooled across the dirt, which was strange for a creature to bleed that way. After focusing on the single spot in the soil, his eyes look up to see a trail of burnt dotted areas in the dirt where the alien creature fled. Comrade Perry walks over to where Misha knelt and became curious about why he stopped before they journeyed more profoundly into the forest. The Syntech agent eyes at the sight that Misha is examining and had the same thoughts as him.
"What else seems to be the problem?" Michael Liberty, the Coruscantian reporter, saunters over where the heavy weapons expert stopped remaining cautious with the surroundings in case that creature returns. "It seems that thing didn't outsmart bullet," Misha replies in his heavy Russian accent, rubbing his finger in the dirt where the acid blood dropped.
"So, what you're telling us that you managed to hit it?" the war reporter replies, taking in the sight of the trail that the alien left to hunt it. "Da, if it bleeds, we can kill it." the Russian brawn mercenary stands up once more, lifting the gun off the ground with one hand wrapping around the carry handle. His comrade platypus nods in agreement with what his gigantic friend remarked. If anything can bleed, it can die. The heavy weapons expert turns his head to look over his shoulder at the ones left in this once ragtag team.
"I am ready to move. Who's ready?" Misha responds to the others about making more progress to venture out. Everyone agreed it was time to move on, and so they left the part of the forest that was now the unmarked grave of Della where her remains leftovers lay. As they hiked through the thick brush on the trail that the alien left, a fiery murdering passion burns deeply inside the heavy weapons guy if he finds that horrific thing and plans to put it down along with the mad mouse. His boots stomped through on the trail in a rapid manner, leading up at the front with his team tailing him. Crows cawed overhead and soared in the skies above them.
The birds could be a bad omen to set out in this uncharted geographical land, but turning back would turn them into babies coming back empty-handed and one casualty to go with the rest that Syntech has suffered recently. About fifteen minutes out, they come across a village abandoned way before they crashed on this planet. It seemed ancient where it settled, and most of the buildings still stood after the harsh test of time. They were a little surprised to find a settlement on this uncharted planet. By witnessing the condition of the place, it appears not a single soul lives here currently.
"W-wow, I wasn't positive we would've come across anything at this rate." Ronny was surprised to see an old civilization left to collect dust. For the moment, he fumbles around in his many pockets to fish something out, and of course, it's one of the many waivers he carries, which feels like he has an unlimited waiver for just about anything if someone dares to sue this beloved corporation over. "But before any non-Syntech essential employees dare to take a step in the hazardous condemned village, please, sign here," the attorney mentions about the legal hurdles that visitors must get past before adventure while a pen and paper is in his hands.
In response, Droog growls in annoyance while signing his name impatiently on the waiver against a tree. Meanwhile, Perry looks over to his humongous partner if he remains steady but can tell the look in his eyes that Misha is still burning for vengeance over Della's demise.