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Time to end it all.

I watched my fellows go off in the odd fighters, leaving me, injured, to the non-existent mercy of the Metalists. They gave me a Time-band, so I was not without hope. I said sacrifice, looks like I’ll just be taking a different path.

Boom!

They blew the fallen Watchtower to bits, and came, rushing at me. I blasted them to bits under the half-light of the stars and the flashes of explosions from outside the ship.

‘Come on chaps! You can’t take me!’ I shouted, tearing them apart with my rotary cannon. I tore down nearly two dozen Clunkers and even a Dancer, leaving me with a brief moment of time to get my Time-band working. I typed in the first date and place that came to my head- July 17th, 1943 in Paris. I hit the TRAVEL button, then realizing France had been under Nazi control for several years.

I left just in time as the ship was blown apart.



I had suffered so much, and I was tired. I think I was knocked unconscious when I traveled, and so it explains why I awoke in a bed with two Nazi doctors and an officer hanging over me. The room I was in was a stuffy room with barred windows and a thick, metal door in the corner. Sunlight filtered in, and I could see a crowd in level with the window. Looked like a marketplace outside, and they didn’t see me.

‘Namen?’ The interrogator asked. I was still in my tattered jacket, but I was strapped to the bed.

‘Sorry?’ I asked. I was already thinking of plans to escape. The officer sighed.

‘Name, lebewesen.’

‘Barely know my old name anymore. It’s Cvran now, though.’

‘Cvran, what type of name is that?’ the officer said with a heavy accent. He wore the usual outfit- the black jacket with medals, the armband, everything.

‘It’s mine.’ I growled.

‘Lassen sie uns.’ the officer said, and the two doctors walked out.

‘What are you, though? An experiment?’

‘Nope. The real answer you wouldn’t believe, so don’t try it.’ I said.

‘You realize I have my pistol, yes?’ He said. I eyed the Luger on his belt.

‘So?’ I asked.

‘You interest me, odd one. You aren’t human- not remotely- yet you wear the jacket of a British officer.’

‘Well, old chap, I was.’ I responded.

‘You speak like one too… ‘

‘Now, if you’ll let me out of this hellhole…’ I muttered.

‘You are one of the Allied Forces, no?’ The officer asked.

‘Of course.’

‘Then you shall not have your freedom returned. I have one more question…’

‘Yes?’

‘Your personal effects were not taken, you can hardly do anything with a brass watch, but we found you on a roof that was smashed in, almost like you fell on it. And the gun we found near you… It seems to be like a… what were they called…? Gatling guns, yes. It looks like one of those, yet it is carried and fires beams of light. These beams set the Jews we tried it on on fire. Is it another item from the Allies? A prototype?’

‘Not quite.’ I responded.

‘Well, it is ours now. You have helped the Nazis on their way to domination.’ The officer said, and he walked over to the door. Right when the door closed, I groaned loudly. I need to retrieve that too?



I waited until dark. They gave me no food or water. Food, I could do without for a long time. Longer than a human. But water was needed. I was parched. Couldn’t waste time, either.

‘Hey, can I have a glass of water in here?!’ I shouted at the guards on the other end of the door. I waited until a guard came in with a glass of water. He tipped it into my face. I managed to get a little bit of it.

‘Thanks.’ I sputtered, and then I yanked my hands out of the leather bonds. They snapped easily, and then I grabbed the SMG from his side. He turned around in shock, but then I beat him in the face with the handle of the gun. The other guard saw this, and banged on a bell outside of the door. I shot him in the back of the head.

‘Sorry, old chap.’ I said. I straightened my coat, grabbed the other guard’s SMG and Luger, and then walked out to meet the rushing troops.



Well, I know that I can survive bullets. I should’ve known when I was in the Metalist ship, when those Clunkers shot at me. Bullets sting for awhile and crack the scales, but they don’t penetrate. In fact, they bounce off. I learned this when one brave Nazi shot me in the back.

‘I should’ve expected that from a Nazi.’ I muttered as I turned around. I shot him in the face.

‘Point for the British Azarax chap!’ I shouted as I ducked behind a wall. I knew one bullet from a gun didn’t do much, but I wasn’t going to take chances when an onslaught of them hit me. I peeked around and saw that one officer shouting orders.

‘Die Kreatur zu finden, ihn zu töten!’ He shouted. I chuckled- they didn’t notice me. Now if I can find my way to the lab…

‘Nehmen Sie die linke Halle!’ The officer shouted. I winced, and ducked into a nearby room to hide from the troopers marching down the hall.

The room I stepped in wasn’t much of a room- just a broom closet, mostly. I waited for about five minutes for the marching to settle down in my area. I saw the doorknob turn, and I grabbed onto a shelf to brace myself. A trooper opened it, and he got two feet- clawed feet- in his face. He got thrown back, and there he lay, clutching his face and screaming. I ran past, put some lead in a trooper, and then crashed through a door labeled “umgangssprachlich Labor sächlich”, which if I knew my little bit of German correctly, Lab. I ran at the door, and I heard the officer shout: ‘männlich!’

I stopped, noticing there were six guards around me, all with MP41 submachine guns pointed at my head. Three stood on one side in a line, and three on another. The officer stood behind them on my left.

‘Ha! I was right- you would try to retrieve your weapon! Now, no more! We shall figure out its uses- we don’t need you anymore.’ The officer said. He waved his hand, and I prepared myself. ‘schieße.’ The guards fired.

I seemingly slowed down time. Time passes a bit slower for an Azarax, when they want it to. The Nazi troopers fired at the exact same time, starting from the one on the far left. I ducked- They shot each other in the head.

‘I guess they had too good of aim.’ I said, brushing myself off.

‘Wha… You-you’re not dead?!’ The Nazi officer shouted.

‘Nope, bastard.’ I replied. The officer quickly pulled out his Luger and shot at me. His aim wasn’t as fatally good as his troops, it bounced off my shoulder and put a hole through his stomach. He screamed in pain and anger as he fell.

‘Sorry, it’s my day.’ I said as I kicked the lab’s door open. The scientists had left, but my Gatling gun was still there, if in a considerable amount of pieces. It’s of no use now… Time to destroy it.

I grabbed an Allied radio from a table near me; I think the Nazis were trying to impersonate allied forces over the radio.

I looked around for anything explosive. There was some type of missile on a table, opened to show the workings. No warhead on it, though. And tank of rocket fuel? That should do it.

I stepped out of the la, over the dying officer, and out into the hall where I could see the tank. I fired, and there was an almighty boom. Good thing I backed halfway down the hall, because the shockwave sent me skidding down the rest of it. That officer had to be dead by now, he was scorched. His body landed next to me with no legs. Yeah, he’s dead.

I tuned the radio as I waited for more troops to come. I caught something in Navaho.

‘Ah-Na-Sozi-Yazzi Tah-Bahn…’

‘Hello? I need some evac, now!’ I shouted into the radio. No response but the Navaho code. Thankfully, I knew a few words of it.

‘Ha-Na, Nut!’ I replied. It meant simply, I think, “Evac, now!”

A more American voice came onto the radio. ‘Where are you, and who are you?’ He asked.

‘A British officer that has quite literally survived hell, returned, and is now stuck in a Nazi installation. I’ve blown a considerable hole in the roof, mind giving me some evac?’ I asked. A squad finially found me- I put a bunch of holes n them before they fired three shots.

‘This guy’s in trouble!’ The voice on the other end shouted s to someone else. ‘Alright, we’ve tracked your location, we’ll be there shortly. Just hold out where you blew the hole in the roof.’ He said. ‘Over and out.’

Great, I have to defend myself from a horde of Nazis. Sounds like a cheesy game.

I ran back into the lab and backed myself up on some cabinets on the far wall, away from the doors. The fuel I had detonated had left a large crater in the ground and took out most of the roof, and some walls.

One Nazi poked his head around the corner. I shot at him from long range, but I missed.

I noticed that the crater was filling up with water. Must have blown some pipes. The evac’s probably going to take awhile, so better hunker down.

I ran through a storm of bullets that came out of nowhere, shooting at the Nazis firing them. One pinged off my leg, making me stumble, and a second put a hole through the fins on the rear of my tail. I vaulted into the large pool which was filing up.

The bullets stopped, and one somewhat important Nazi came up to the edge of the crater.

‘You can’t hold your breath forever.’ He said. Were these guys idiots?! I have fins and gills, I’m nearly a damn fish! Yeah, I can stay under as long as I want.

A couple of troops tried shooting me, but the fifteen feet of water slowed down the bullets until they just fell on me. On the other hand, my bullets were able to exit the water with little trouble, so I was basically sitting there, reclining in the dirty water, shooting them at my own leisure. Never thought I’d be able to do something again against the German bastards.

They all stayed at the edge, just out of my line of fire, occasionally shooting at me. Nothing, but the bullet from a Luger shot at me had some power to it. Stung, just barely.

Come on, when the hell is that chopper going to make it?



After a while...

'We know you are down there, beast!’ One of the Nazi goons shouted. I shot at him, missed. 'We will starve you out, you have no hope of escape!’ His cape billowed in the wind. No, not wind...

I looked up. The helicopter! I cheered, but it couldn’t be heard. They shot down a bunch of soldiers, the other ones fled. They were looking around. I climbed out.

'Down here!’ I shouted. I got a few gasps from the American soldiers above, but they dropped down a rope ladder. I climbed up, into the chopper as we flew away.

'Now what the hell are you?’ A brusk voice said. I had clambered on board and crashed there, on the metal floor. I got up, a mustached man with black hair and a small scar on his right cheek was pointing a rifle at me.

'Damn, how many times am I going to get a gun in my face? I’m on your side, chap.’ I replied, pushing away the gun.

'Well then, You seem to be British. Somehow. You got a name?’ The man asked me as he helped me up.

'My human name? Forgot it. Cvran’s my actual one, though.’ I replied. There were four others in the helicopter. The man with the mustache was in front of me, and the pilot was controlling. There were two soldiers behind me; a blond man that looked about twenty, and an African medic who had a first-aid kit in his hands. He was bandaging up a large gash on the blond man’s leg.

'Well, I’m sergeant Sanders. Now then, can you explain how you got here?’ He asked.

'Long story.’

'Well, you are wearing a British officer’s coat. Perhaps I should be calling you sir?... Come on, it’s a long flight. Explain.’

'If you insist.’



I explained to the men my story, starting from when I woke up- human- on the Metalist ship. I ended it when we landed and we transitioned to a jeep.

'That’s a hell of a story, Cvran.’ Stewart said. He was the blond man getting bandaged by the medic.

'It’s mine.’ I responded.

'If it wasn’t for the fact that you aren’t human, I’d say you were a very skilled story teller.’ The African medic said. He never spoke his name.

'Well, thanks.’ I said, looking out over the dirt road. 'Where are we going?’ I asked.

'We’ve got a camp down this road- if we can get to it, I can try to give you some help. What is it that you were needing again?’ Sanders said.

'Power, and lots of it. My time-watch requires alot of power to jump like that- I need a nuclear power source.’ I said.

'Whoa! Hold on there, bub. The only nuclear power within a thousand miles of here is an A-bomb or somewhere in Russia. I don’t think you’re going to want to go meet the Commies, and sure as hell you’re not going to have authorization to go sap the power from one of our A-bombs! You’re stuck for now.’ Stewart said.

'Well, Damn. It will recharge on its own, but that could take a week or two.’ I replied as a bullet went flying over our heads.

'What? We’re being attacked!’ Sanders shouted as the jeep swerved. Another volley of bullets went flying at us, taking out the medic. Stewart caught him quick.

'Speak, man! Hang on!’ He shouted. The medic was already dead.

'Damn it!’ Sanders shouted as he returned fire. Another jeep was coming after us, this one painted black and red.

'Nazi bastards inbound!’ I shouted, picking up one of the rifles from the floor. I aimed for one of the tires, but missed. I then shot two off the jeep.

'Nice shooting!’ Stewart shouted over the gun fire. I leaned over to our driver.

'Keep on driving alongside, we’ll take them out.’ I said. Then a hole appeared in his head. 'Shit!’

I jumped into the passenger seat and held onto the wheel, keeping the jeep straight on. I shoved the body out and then started actually driving the jeep.

I swerved out of the way of a large rock which was somehow thrown onto this old country road, and then rammed into the Nazi jeep. Two German goons jumped to our jeep, and were quickly dispatched by Stewart and Sanders.

I aimed a small revolver I had with me at the driver- I shot the driver in the shoulder, but not the head. The Nazi driver shouted something at me as he rammed us, trying to knock us off the road and into the corn fields. I obliged with another ram, splintering a wood sign that was in the middle of the road. I knocked them off and into the corn field, tumbling in. We left them behind, hoping for the hills ahead.

'Thank god that’s over.’ Stewart said, wiping his brow.

'Damn straight!’ Sanders shouted.

Just then, the Nazi jeep went flying out of the cornfield, and using the raised road as a ramp, jumped into our jeep, flipping it off the road. We tumbled into the corn field, landing on the wheels. Problem was, one wheel decided to come off. We left a trail in the corn.

'Damn it!’ Sanders shouted. He shot back at the Nazi jeep, which was parked up on the road, shooting at us. Thankfully, we slid in sideways, and the wheel that came off was our right front wheel. With the way that we landed, it could be fixed under fire.

'I’ll try to fix that- you guys cover me!’ Stewart shouted, jumping behind the jeep with the tool kit. Sanders ducked behind the side wall of the jeep, and I crouched inside the drivers seat. He handed me another rifle- I had lost my previous one in the attack.

'I see your a good shot- use that good aim.’ He said. I nodded, and started shooting.

The bullets flew, and I got hit several times. At one point, I was cracked in the face with a bullet, and laid out flat. Sanders thought I was dead until I threw a grenade. I took them out just as Stewart fixed the wheel.

‘God damn, you’re ready for this.’ Sanders said. I rubbed the place on my forehead where I was shot.

‘Yeah- bullets do sting, though.’ I said. I got out, and went over to the jeep.

‘Fixed the wheel- hey, what’s Cvran doing?’ Stewart said as he poked his head out from behind the jeep.

I walked over to the nearest dead Nazi- a scary looking bastard with a scowl on his dead face. Sanders and Stewart were behind me.

‘What’s so special about these nuts?’ Stewart asked.

‘Their accuracy was so good they got me right in between the eyes, easily. I only survived because of my scales. And they were only aiming at me, not Sanders, who was doing some damage to them. And I saw one keep on shooting, even with a bullet in his chest. He didn’t even wince.’ I said. The one I had found had a bullet wound in his neck- yet there was no blood. I dug into his skin with my claws.

‘Must you?’ Stewart asked.

‘Yes.’ I replied, tearing off a large part of his skin. Under it- metal. Familiar design metal as well...

‘Damn the Metalists- they follow to quick!’ I shouted, tearing off large chunks of the rubber flesh. Under all that rubber was a Metalist somewhat like the basic Clunker, but smaller, and with hands instead of rifles. The head was somewhat human shaped, but then it had no facial parts. The nose and mouth were part of the rubber suit.

‘What the hell?’ Stewart said.

‘Are these your “Metalists”, Cvran?’ Sanders asked.

‘Sort of. They’re a new model- I’m going to call them Chameleons.’ I said. I then put a hole through the electronic brain on the robot, setting the energy Azarax free. I did that with the ones that weren’t shot in the head.

‘Hitler do a deal with these guys, or something?’ Stewart asked as we drove the jeep back onto the road.

‘Hardly. They won’t even exist for another hundred or so more years. If he did, those Metalists must of traveled back in time. And the Metalists don’t make deals, they infiltrate. And when that doesn’t work, they send in death squads full of black-painted Clunkers.’ I said as we kept on going. Stewart was driving towards those hills. There was a town in those hills, so I’ll have to hide under a tarp.

'You guys must have it hard.’ Sanders said.

'This is easy. Fighting a whole army that can rebuild itself on their own ship is hard.’ I said as we left the fields. Sanders jumped into the front, and then he threw a tarp over me. I ducked down so I wasn’t that conspicuous.

'Hey, you guys!’ Unknown voice. 'You American?’ Sounded Scottish.

'Yep. Bringing supplies.’ Sanders said. I noticed I was standing on a dozen or so ammo boxes, so I shoved them to the front. Stewart jumped out, and grabbed one of the ammo boxes quickly. 'This proof?’ He shouted.

'That’s fine. I’ll let ya in.’ The voice said, and we started moving again.

We were entering a town- I didn’t know anything about it, though. We were driving for awhile, and I caught the occasional snippet of a conversation.

'I’ve heard...’

'...Nazis destroyed my crops... '

'Where’s my child? Where’s my young Kimberly?’

And the like. We stopped again, and this time a metal door closed behind us.

'Safe to come out now.’ Sanders said. We were in a metal garage which was linked to a larger building. It was empty apart from a few crates in the corner.

'Where are we?’ I asked.

'USA military camp in an European town called Whicksburg. Here’s where you may get more of a chance to speak to some higher-ranked guys.’ He said as I got out of the jeep.

We went down a long hallway, and ended up inside a small room. There were three generals inside, and several guards. All the guns were aimed at me as I stepped inside.

'What the hell are you?!’ One shouted at me.

'He’s friendly, sah.’ Sanders said.

'Are you sure?’ One of the others asked.

'He helped us take down a Nazi jeep, and he has some serious intel.’ Stewart added.

'This from two good soldiers...? Speak, creature. What’s your name?’ The third general asked.

'Cvran. And I hate the “Creature” label The species is Azarax, if you don’t mind.’



We discussed some tactics, and I told them what I knew, on the condition that they would tell no one else. They knew that there were new, more skilled Nazi troops, that were much better than the rest. They thought of them as special ops troops. Now they knew the truth, and a cover-up was in place. They weren’t the most influential generals, so they couldn’t do anything for my power problem. So I’ll have to wait for it to recharge in a week. Our first goal- overtake and destroy a point that all the Chameleons seem to be coming from. It was on the western border of Germany, where it was hard to reach. We gathered the battalion, and went in for the attack.



We drove in a battalion of nearly two dozen jeeps, a dozen large trucks, four tanks, and four helicopters flying overhead. We traveled across the country, Sanders, Stewart, and myself were always together, we became good friends.

We traversed a swamp near the point, and drove near to a fortress made of metal. This was obviously where the Chameleons were coming from.

'Alright, come in silently.’ I said. I was in charge of this operation. The helicopters commenced a distraction on the north side of the fortress, we were hidden near the south side in the thick Evergreen forest.

'Alright everyone, this is where alot of us may die. But not in vain! If we take this out, the lads will have a chance. You all know the plan- storm the place, find the production lines, shut them down. Better yet, destroy them. Alright, ATTACK!’ I shouted, and we charged.

The fort was about a fourth of a kilometer long, and thus quite small. We gunned down the gates, and entered it. There wasn’t much inside but a couple of tents, some building that seemed to be a small warehouse, and then a boarded up entrance to the underground in the center. Resistance was crushed in minutes, but we did loose thirty some-odd troops in the fight.

'This can’t be it.’ Sanders said, looking around.

'If the Metalists set this up, there’s going to be something hidden.’ I said. 'Keep searching.’

The hole to the underground was but a hole with a couple of planks tossed over it. Nothing special.

I was scanning the area for small bumps, perhaps signaling some type of covered trapdoor, when I saw a soldier walk to the hole- and then fall right through.

'Christ, did he fall through?’ Sanders asked as we rushed to his aid. The hole was still boarded up.

'What? That can’t be right!’ Stewart shouted.

'With the Azarax, it can be...’ I muttered. I then jumped into the hole! Felt like time-jumping...



I landed, rolling in a metal corridor. That familiar stench, like an un-lived in home...

'Damn it, this is a Metalist ship!’ I roared as Sanders came crashing through. He tripped me, and I fell on him. A couple more soldiers jumped in before it started to waver.

'Keep back!’ Sanders shouted into it. One trooper managed to jump partially through before it closed- his legs ended up with us, the rest of him went somewhere else.

'Damn- poor man.’ Sanders said as he got up. 'Stewart didn’t make it over in time, I hope those aren’t his.’ 'They aren’t. He was wearing tattered old brown boots- this poor man is wearing brand-spanking new black ones.’ I said.

'That’s good.’ Sanders responded. 'No where in hell’s ass are we?’



'Everyone, we are in a Metalist ship. We are in space, and the only way back to the earhtly plain is via that gate, which just closed behind us. This will be hell, and our human-made rifles may not do much, but we shall fight. These aren’t just Nazis anymore, they’re evil clockwork robots possessed by alien spirits.’ There were a few laughs in our 6 person band. 'I’m serious, because that means that our enemies cannot die, until we destroy their production lines and their commanders. I’ve done this before, just follow me.’ I said. I had just finished when a group of Clunkers opened fire, killing our four additionals. Sanders only survived because he was behind me, I took the bullets.

'Keep down!’ I shouted, tossing him behind the corner. I shot at the Clunkers, not doing much hitting their normal armor. I ducked behind the corner with Sanders, and shot at one of the spaces in the armor at the joints. It collapsed, and stuttered into defeat.

'Sanders, shoot at the joints!’ I shouted, jumping behind the wall on the opposite end of the hall. Sanders was a good shot, taking out two of them with ease. I removed the other three quickly.

'Not bad shooting, Sanders.’ I said.

'Not bad yourself, Cvran.’ He replied. I performed the old gun-rip from the Clunkers that Zakara taught each of us. I ripped the guns from two of them, and gave one to Sanders.

'Damn! This thing’s heavy!’ He said, staggering under the weight of the makeshift rifle.

'It works, be glad of that. Aim for the head.’ I responded, hefting the gun. I’d prefer a shotgun, or a good automatic, but this was all I had.

We charged through recklessly, taking down what we could. Well, I was somewhat reckless- Sanders stayed behind me. We encountered some serious opposition when fighting through, for sure.

'Get down!’ I shouted as a grenade flew over my head. One of the treaded Metalist was in the hallway, blocking access. I ducked down behind some crates with Sanders.

'What the hell is that thing?’ Sanders asked. His make-shift rifle was low on ammo.

'We never gave it a name, but they’re powerful. We need better guns.’ I responded. The crates that we were behind were wood.

'Wait- wood crates?’ I said. They never use wood.

I kicked the panel off the side of the crate, and then some shotguns tumbled out. They looked old, human made.

'Why the hell do these guys have American pump-actions?’ Sanders said. He grabbed one, and I grabbed another. I shot the offending robot in the face, and it malfunctioned, shooting randomly. It shattered one of our crates, and then another. We had one left.

'Damn it, this is coming close!’ I shouted. I jumped out from behind our cracked crate of shotguns, and stuck the shotgun in a hole in the robot, shredding the insides. One of the last shots hit me in the chest, sending me flying across the hallway.

'ARGH!’ I cried as I landed hard. Sanders ran over.

'Cvran, you alright?’ He asked.

'I think I just broke a rib...’ I muttered. It really hurt... But I staggered back up. 'It’ll take more than that to kill me.’ I said. I cocked the shotgun.

'Well, you survived. That’s enough.’ Sanders said. He walked over to the blasted crates. Each one had different guns- One had the pump-actions, another had a few grenades, another had some longer-range (Ish) AK-47s.

'It looks like we’re ready.’



Our goal was the hangar bay to steal a craft, then escape. If we were lucky, we could broadcast a signal, calling for help from ADF. Then they could pick us up- if they got the signal. It was a slim chance. Then of course, there was the problem of Sanders. He’s human, and a ship full of... what were they called... Anthros? Well, he wouldn’t fit, nor would he be able to help fight as well.

We stormed into a large hallway of some sort, guns ready. The hallway was massive- nearly fifty feet tall, and it vanished into darkness at the far end. the other end was about 200 feet away from us. There were fixtures of all kinds, and rooms on pillars. Didn’t Zakara say something about those rooms, like they were labs?... No matter.

'This hall must be a main access point throughout the whole ship. Logically, there should be a door somewhere around here where we can get to a hangar bay.’ I said.

'Cvran, this thing is huge. It must be a mile or more long! And the amount of doors...’ Sanders replied. I looked behind us.

'Well, the hangar door should be easy to find.’ I replied, nodding to the human jeeps kept in a small clump behind us. Why the hell do they have all of these?

'Perfect!’ Sanders said, running over to one of them and jumping in. The idiotic Metalists kept the keys in- and kept fuel in the tank, if I’m going by the purring noise the engine on it just made. They each had turrets on the back, so I climbed onto the turret of the jeep as it started moving down the hall.

'Ok, the hangar door must be larger than a normal door, if it’s going to give access to the hangar, it has to be big enough to allow through ships, tanks, whatnot. So we should be able to spot it.’ I said as we started off. Suddenly, Clunkers on some type of motorcycle appeared from nearly a dozen doors around us. They had guns.

'Drive!’ I shouted as I started shooting at one of the Clunkers. the machine gun had been upgraded by Azaraxian tech, and blasted some powerful bolts of electricity now. I zapped one of them quickly.

'Damn it, is this new?’ Sander asked as he hit a hill in the ground.

'Never seen this before!’ I shouted. I looked behind us- The rear wall was actually a door.

'Not good... that rear wall was a door- this is more than an access tunnel!’ I cried, zapping another Clunker. They started shooting, putting holes in the rear of the jeep and one large dent in my shoulder. I fell over from the recoil. Buckshot.

'Cvran, you alright?’ Sanders asked, running over a Clunker which appeared ahead of us on one of those silly motorcycles. The bikes reminded me of dirtbikes, but they had something like a shotgun mounted on the side.

'I’m fine.’ I replied, getting back on the electro-turret. A bullet flew right over my head.

More kept coming at us, and the zapper couldn’t take all of them out. One jumped onto the jeep.

'No you don’t!’ I shouted, grabbing the Clunker. I swung it around in a classic takedown, then pulled out my shotgun to blast a hole in it. I kicked the body off, where it sent another Biker askew. There was a rumbling noise ahead.

'Are those the hangar doors?’ Sanders asked. Two massive doors were opening- and two Watchtowers plus a massive ape-like robot exited out of them.

'HOLY FUCKING SHIT! Turn!’ I cried. Sanders turned left, and smashed through the doors into a normal hallway. The halls were roomy- about ten feet across, so the jeep could make it through. Bikers followed us.

'Keep on driving!’ I cried as he sped down the hallway. I zapped two more Bikers, and then they wrecked a third.

Turns were hard in here- Sanders turned suddenly, fishtailing and smashing the rear against the wall. My AK-47 slid off as he kept on driving.

'Just keep going!’ I shouted as another Biker climbed aboard. I was holding onto the handles of the turret, so I swung around the mount of the turret while holding onto it, and then used the momentum to kick the attacker in the face. It bounced off the wall, but stayed on. The hallway had gotten tighter, so the walls were only six inches away from the sides of our jeep. I ducked a punch from it, and then punched back.

'Why...’

Solid punch to the chest. Dented it.

'...Won’t...’

Uppercut to the chin. Large dent, neck joint damaged.

'...You...’

Kick to the head. Smashed the face in.

'...DIE?!’

I grabbed the head of the Clunker, and yanked it off. I shoved the body off the back, and into the other Bikers. Two crashed. Three left.

Sanders did another fishtail turn which also wrecked another Biker. He smashed through a room full of wooden crates, and back into the hallway. We hit something metal.

'Christ!’ Sanders cried, seeing the Dancer he ran into. It shot the windshield to bits, and put a hole in his shoulder. Sanders didn’t have enough time to pull out his shotgun from the passenger seat before the Dancer stuck its blade through his abdomen.

'ARGH!’ He cried. I had spun the turret around and then zapped the Dancer. It fell under the jeep, crushed. The wound was bad- Dancer blades were like old bayonets- the blade was triangular shaped. thankfully, it was below the stomach. Still not good. He was bleeding a lot.

'Hang in there, Sanders.’ I said. 'I recognized that room which we crashed through, the hangar shouldn’t be far away now.’

I turned to the now four Bikers behind us, and then tried to zap them. No electricity; no juice.

'Damn it!’ I shouted, breaking the turret off and throwing it at the Bikers. Missed. A shot from one of the Bikers hit me in the leg, tossing me onto my face. I staggered back up and blasted it with my shotgun. The others boosted towards me.

'No you don’t.’ I said. I shot the wheel out from one, then blasted the head off the other. One left. And a door speeding up on us.

'Jump!’ I shouted as we smashed into the hangar bay. We landed, rolling as our jeep sped out through the forcefield that kept the air in, and into space. Because of its momentum, it flew off like a rocket, not stopping. Someone’s going to find a WWII jeep with added extras floating out there, someday... If it wasn’t for the fact that it bounced off of the Spirit Of Fire, the ADF ship. What luck!

I turned to my left- there was a larger ship-boarding craft on a rack, ready for use. I helped the badly injured Sanders up.

'We’re escaping. NOW.’ I said. I threw him on my shoulder, and then proceeded to the craft. Sanders had some fight left in him- He was putting shells from his shotgun into the Clunkers as quick as possible. I threw him into one of the seats inside, and then I took control of the thing itself. I shut the door and it severed a Metalist’s head when it closed.

'This is your captain speaking. We’re lifting off, through bullet rain and missile hail. Our destination if the massive ADF ship out there. Have a good flight.’ I said jokingly as the thrusters melted two Clunkers trying to bash open the door. Sanders croaked out a laugh through the pain.

I piloted the boarder out of the hangar bay, and then switched on the radio.

'This is Cvran, the lost survivor of the previous Azarax siege! Zakara, Kiweni, anyone, respond damn it!’ I screamed into the radio. Static- then a familiar voice.

'This is Vrach. Glad to have you back; we’re sending a team to escort.’ Vrach replied. I cheered.

'You best get a medical team ready when I land- I’ve got an injured human with me. Badly injured.’ I replied.

'What? A human?... Is he an Azarax under the genetic cover?’ Vrach asked.

'Hardly, just a soldier who tagged along with me from WWII. Now give me some help!’ I replied.

'Roger that. Glad to see you back.’ More static.

'Sanders, we’re saved. We’ll get you help- ah...’ I muttered. He was unconscious- not dead; he was breathing- Just unconscious. He needs help.

I avoided a missile from a Metalist fighter- The Spirit Of Fire has gotten into another large fight. The Boarder didn’t have many weapons, just a small bullet machine gun much alike the one mounted on Clunkers. I put a couple holes in that one fighter- then an ADF fighter shot it down.

'This is Neptune Squad, here with Escort to the man who’s made a name for himself. Cvran, you read?’ A voice asked form one of the V-shaped fighters floating around me.

'I read. Lets get home.’ I replied, blasting the thrusters. But it wasn’t over yet...

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And this action is the combination of Skrillex, Chipotle mayo, and a little to much Resistance 3 online. The Finale, though... Lots of action is planned. Be ready for the finale on the anniversary of the GC net, November 17th.