Roughly twenty-four hours after the incident at Memory Village which resulted in Cell Junior fleeing along with his battalion from the forces of Dante. CJ sat within the walls of Hyperton Fortress waiting for Commander Broccoli of Dante to arrive knocking at the door.
The modest blue man continued to stay seated on the edge of an inner wall near the multiple guardsmen who continued to peek through the slits in the walls keeping a watchful eye of the expected arrival of Dante.
From atop the inner walkways, Cell Junior watched over the actives down below of his fellow Outcast Team Members, mostly watching his battalion seeing how they were reacting to the situation presented to them.
Cell Jr. was uncertain about what his men now thought about their blue leader who appeared to be nothing more than a mere coward who ran at the first confrontation presented to him. He did talk up a big storm about how his battalion will get their chance to fight and he too was craving for a fight. But once that fight came to him, he booked it. At least that?s how Cell Junior presented the thoughts of his men within his own mind.
The winged creature didn?t book it out of the village from fear though; he really left due to his compassion towards the villagers of Memory Village. After all CJ had entered the competition right after he helped a village in distress. After witnessing the aftermath of the devastation caused by those bandits to that poor agricultural village back on Earth, CJ felt it wasn?t right for him to become like one of those bandits and cause a war to start right on top of a village that is no different than the one back on Earth. But the more the winged creature thought about his reasoning for leaving, the more it ate away at him.
Perhaps he did leave in fear alone, it appeared evident that it wouldn?t matter to CJ what he thought about himself but rather what his Company thought of him. He wanted to explain himself but he didn?t know how and there was no time. For any second Dante could arrive and send the fortress into an upheaval of confusion. What the soldiers needed was no explanation for their leaders cowardice but rather a well thought out plan as to their strategy for the incoming Dante Forces.
The non-transformer?s shoulders sank along with his head, as he had no idea of what to do. He was no true battle wary leader; since he could remember, the freckled monster was in only one fight. He had no idea as to battle strategy; all he knew was how to handle himself and that was in one on one situation, not large-scale operations. What CJ did know was time was running out and he had to do something and do it rather fast.
(Ack brain fart at the most crucial point in DA:C

It sucks but luckily I have more time to RP later on.)