[D][U] Hyperton Aftermath

[Aero]

War, it was the constant battling between factions; this battle was no different. The Outcasts? Coalition and Dante?s force fought courageously, and displayed the type of heart they had, but even though Gokua respected both of them equally, and thought that they both deserved to win the entire competition, something had to give; it was the Outcasts. The epic battle that occurred at Hyperton Fort?Hyperton Fortress at the time of the battle?was of gigantic proportions. It was unfortunate that Gokua was too late in arrival to have played more of a role in the decision, but the past was the past. The fort had been left in almost complete rubble after the battle, for Dante Forces bombarded it with constant artillery until they had to rush in and waste men on hand-to-hand combat. And though the Outcasts valiantly tried to keep the fortress standing strong, crude effort was not enough to achieve their goal.

Gokua had erected a large tent?to fulfill his needs?outside of the fort. He had seen minimal action in the battle, but it was enough to bring back in daunting past experiences of war, which led him out of the Pathosian military. He began to question his decision to enter this competition as well. Why did he participate in this? He had no aspirations in jumping back into war, but did so anyway. He needed the money, but after thinking, the money was not nearly enough to repay him for the efforts of his men, or himself. The truth was, he wanted out. He would not disband from his faction, however, for he was not the type of individual to leave a job undone. He had to admit though, it was tempting?especially after what he witnessed at Hypteron Fort. What kept him going were the bonds he had formed with some of his inferiors; Kiro was one of them. He had built an older brother-like relationship with the young soldier, and he felt compelled to keep the young lad alive, even if it meant sacrificing himself. He saw that glimpse of light inside the boy, and it reminded the alien of himself during that time. It was evident that the boy had an eye for the battlefield, and that he would indubitably become quite the soldier in the future, and would most likely quickly rise through the ranks to the point where he would not have to see the battlefield as often.

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?Sir, Gokua, sir.? Kiro entered the tent, and did so at his own peril.

Gokua was resting against the uncomfortable bed that was provided to him by the United Army. ?Yes?? he answered.

?Oh, I was not aware that you were sleeping,? Kiro replied. ?My apologies.?

?No.? Gokua slowly forced himself out of the bed and to his feet. ?It?s quite alright, I wasn?t asleep anyways. Now, what?s the news??

?Well, it seems as the Outcasts still have life, but it is small,? Kiro answered.

Gokua arched a brow in disbelief. ?Oh really???

?Yes,? Kiro replied as he made his way out of Gokua?s tent; the alien followed. ?Their interim commander, Cell Jr., escaped the grasp of death and did so with a minute amount of men as well.?

Gokua stretched a bit as he continued to walk alongside Kiro, who had been making his way through fellow United men and some Dante soldiers as well. ?This may be a shock, but people do escape seemingly inescapable situations. It?s a part of war, kid.? His focus began to wander as he realized that he was walking passed Dante?s campsite; they had the insignia printed on all of the tents, making it easy to spot them. He then refocused. ?Is that all the news, Kiro??

?Yes,? Kiro confirmed as he turned to face the alien and saluted. ?I shall see you at a late time, when we move out.?

?Agreed,? Gokua replied. ?And you don?t always have to salute me.?

Kiro allowed a small chuckle to release. ?Alright, but I?ll talk you later, sir.? The soldier then walked away.

Gokua saw the fort up ahead, and decided to go inside to see the extent of the damage it sustained. He began to walk towards the fort, and with every few feet, the ratio of Dante soldiers to United soldiers changed. Before he knew it, he was surrounded by the opposite faction, and his vibrant red uniform did not assist him in concealing his identity to the men.

He finally reached the fort, and did not hesitate to walk through the defenseless entrance. Abruptly, his eyes widened, and he came to a halt. ?My god?? Gokua muttered as his eyes laid witness to the causalities and injuries Dante Forces endured to capture the tower. The men were simply left to lie on the cold ground, and only prayer could save them from the seemingly inevitable fate, death. Many were already dead, and were rightfully covered by the black blanket of death, which hid their body, and only reassured the surviving men of their luck. The other men moaned in the open, hoping that an aide would come cater to them shortly before it was too late. The sight only brought a relief to the alien, for he knew that if he would have arrived earlier, he could be welcoming the warmth that the black blanket.

Again, it reminded him of his past experiences of war.