Wolf opened his eyes.
“Welcome back sir.”
He didn't answer. All he did was get up and put his hand to the back of his head. He quickly regretted that.
“Ow......”
“Your head has suffered considerable trauma sir. You are lucky to be alive.”
“If I had a nickel for every time I heard that......”
He got up and tried to stand. He was wobbly at first, but he quickly regained his balance.
He walked towards the door and tried to leave but was interrupted by Samantha.
“You are extremely fortunate sir. The impact alone would have killed a normal human.”
He stood in the doorway in complete silence. A single tear rolled down his cheek.
“I'm not a normal human......”
* * * * *
Wolf turned on the water. The hot water rushed down from the shower head, blasting away the dirt and sweat from his head and hair.
“Oh I needed this.....”
His mind drifted under the warm touch of the water.
- - - - -
Planet Haven, November 22nd 2659, 12:42 hrs.
Wolf walked deeper into the cave. He made it to the end and walked through the opening.
In the middle of the room, there was a large table covered in maps and surrounded by chattering men.
Silence filled the room as the people noticed the tall armored figure standing among them.
“Well? What are you doing standing there? We have a war to fight.”
Upon the end of the sentence, everyone quickly resumed their duties.
A man approached him.
“Major, it is a pleasure to fight beside you.”
“Yeah. And who are you?”
“John Grifton. Leader of the New Berlin resistance.”
“I'm not gonna lie to you John, I don't like fighting with militia. I feel a lot better knowing that well trained military personnel have got my back.”
“My men are the best this side of Haven sir. We've got your back.”
John showed him to the table.
“Alright, what are we dealing with here?”
“Spinar hit the city bad. Most of the dead were civillians. Everyone who survived the initial attack is here with us. We're planning a counter strike.”
“What kind of firepower do you have?”
“Mostly small arms. Standard issue for us is an MP-80.”
Wolf took off his helmet.
“MP-80's? You plan on mounting a counter attack with MP-80's? Are you out of your mind?!”
“I don't see the probl-”
“You can't stop a Spinar invasion with MP-80's and pistols! We need bigger guns.”
“If we don't stop them now, it won't matter.”
“And if we don't have the firepower to stop them, nothing will matter!”
“We attack the main Spinar base. And that's final.”
Wolf wanted to punch him after that.
“Idiot......” he muttered to himself.
Wolf began studying the map.
An hour later.....
Wolf was carefully studying the map, noting the weaknesses in the Spinar defenses. His thoughts were interrupted by a voice.
“Listen up everyone!”
He lifted his head up to find Grifton standing on a chair, speaking to the crowd of militia that had assembled.
“The counterattack starts now. Let's take back our city!”
“Oh no you don't!”
The entire crowd turned to face the source of the second voice.
“Captain, I appreciate your concern, but we can handle this.”
“No, you can't. Least of all with the pea-shooters you're using now. MP-80's are fine, but they are NOT meant for large scale battles. If you attack with them, you're as good as dead.”
“Thank you, Major, but I think we know how to fight a war. Why don't you go play with the rest of the children?”
Wolf snapped. He quickly approached Grifton and gave him a good hard punch to the face. Grifton impacted the ground with a large thud, blood running down his face. The guards tried to restrain Wolf, but they were easily repelled.
“Now, listen up people, you can't fight a war with SMG's. That's why we hit the New Berlin armory first. Anyone who disagrees, you can just ignore me and go out there and get yourselves killed. Otherwise,-”
He was interrupted by a voice obviously filled with fear.
“They found us! They're launching an atta-”
A loud explosion.
The entire cave network shook, and rock began to fall. Everyone covered their heads and ran for the exit.
Wolf felt something on his head. It was a gentle touch at first, but then it turned into intense pain. The last thing he remembered was looking at the crowd frantically trying to leave.
- - - - -
Wolf gasped as he returned to reality. His head ached more than before. He finished his shower and got out, wrapping himself in a towel as he walked through the empty halls of the ship to his quarters. Right next to the door, there was his number.
“W713”
He opened the door and walked in.
He sighed as he glimpsed his old room.
The bed unmade after a month of being uncared for.
Closet door left half open, some of the clothes had fallen and were now dirty and almost completely black from the hair of a certain cat.....
He walked towards a large glass case. It was obviously meant for armor. Right next to it, a large hexagon with a large blue line through it's middle. He put his hand on it, and out came a drawer of sorts, holding 6 HAR-42 rifles and 6 sidearms below them. He sighed as he pushed it back into it's place on the wall. He noticed something on the bed. It was another uniform, the kind he usually wore when out of his armor. He approached it.
“The native called 'Twilight' left it for you sir.”
He was silent. He just stared out of the window.
Minutes passed before he finally let the towel drop, and then began to put on the uniform.
He turned around after putting on the uniform, and was greeted by a large viewscreen appearing out of nowhere.
He approached it. An image of him standing in between an older woman and an older man, him lifting up two young girls in his arms and a younger boy kneeling in front of him.
His lips began to quiver as he closed his eyes tightly, trying to supress the coming tears.
He failed.
He errupted in tears as he let out a loud, painful scream. He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face to the cold floor.
He turned his head to the right, and after a double-take, his eyes were focused on another image.
He got up and approached it.
This screen was much smaller than the other, but it still fulfilled it's purpose. On it was the image of a man in his mid 60's, white hair covering his head. Below the image of his face were words.
"General Jack Weaver, January 17th, 2598."
He stared at that image for minutes, his mind flooding with memories from long ago.
- - - - -
Unkown Location, Unknown time, Unknown Date, 2656.
"NO! PLEASE NOOOO!!"
"Calm down! This'll be a LOT easier."
But Wolf didn't calm down. He screamed and shook wildly as Weaver approached him with a large syringe in his hand.
"PLEASE!!! DON'T DO THIS!!!"
His desperate cries fell upon deaf ears.
Weaver plugned the needle into Wolf's arm and injected the unknown liquid into his bloodstream.
Wolf began to shake even more as the liquid made him feel like he was burning alive. He screamed in pain as tears streamed down his face.
A few minutes later, Wolf is left gasping for air as the pain finally left him. He opened his eyes to see Weaver and a crew of doctors standing above him and staring down.
"Strange, we've observed this in every test subject."
"Write it down."
Wolf couldn't help but wonder. One of the doctors saw this and cleaned off a metal tray.
"Don't worry, it's nothing much."
He tilted the tray to Wolf for it to act like a mirror.
Wolf gasped as he looked into the eyes he could no longer recognize.
His eyes.....from the most light shade of blue, they had transformed into a blue as deep as the ocean.....
- - - - -
He tilted his head down and winced. He looked back up into the screen.
- - - - -
Unkown Location, Unknown time, Unknown Date, 2656.
A young boy sat at the kitchen table waiting patiently as his mother prepared breakfast. The smell of fresh bacon hung in the air.
"Mommy, that smells delicious!"
"Why thank you sweetie. It'll be ready soon."
A loud buzz.
A voice from down the hall.
"I'll get it!"
The boy turned around and looked at his father pressing a button on the intercom.
"Yes?"
The boy couldn't hear the other voice.
"Honey, leave that. Come with me."
"But-"
"No buts. Now come on."
The mother left the room quickly with a worried look on her face.
The boy waited for a few moments, then got up out of his chair and followed them to the front door.
They opened the door and there were 3 men standing there, two younger men were behind an older one, obviously the leader.
"Good morning sir, I'm Brigadier General Weaver."
"What do you want?"
Weaver looked past the father and towards the boy who was staring from behind a large pot.
The father turned to face the boy as well, then quickly turned back to Weaver, a look of horror on his face.
Weaver nodded.
"N-No! You can't!"
"I'm sorry sir, but I must. The Spinar are winning."
"I don't give a fuck about the Spinar! You are NOT taking my son!"
"I'm sorry sir, but, no sacrifice....no victory."
He lifted his hand and waved to the two younger men. They approached and held the parents while Weaver walked towards the boy.
He tried to run away, but his legs froze. He couldn't move.
"It's alright....."
Weaver picked the boy up.
He immediately began to swing his hands and legs madly, desperately trying to escape.
Weaver passed the two men, and began walking through the yard.
A last, desperate cry broke the morning silence.
"MOMMY!DADDY! HELP ME!"
- - - - -
Wolf screamed as he plunged his fist through the screen, blood streaking down his fist as the sharp glass remained on it as it slammed into the hard wall.
Wolf panted heavily, tears streaming down his face.
A sharp inhale.
The black center of Wolf's eyes slowly began to expand, the deep blue began to dissapear. Wolf began to shake a bit.
A purple hoof came from out of the doorway.
The black had almost completely overtaken the deep blue when a single word escaped from a unicorns mouth.
"Wolf?......."
The black expansion stopped dead in it's tracks. It slowly began to recede.
His eyes returned to their normal state, Wolf drew his fist from out of the wall and began to walk towards the door, ignoring Twilight, blood dripping from the many cuts in his fist.
* * * * *
He came out of the front door.
He gasped a bit as the warm rays of the sun made contact with his chest. He walked out of the ship and a smile appeared on his face as his feet touched the soft ground. He began to walk towards Ponyville, with something in his heart which....
Should have remained burried.
End Chapter 10.