[b][i]If Only There Was More Time...[/i][/b] [b]It was a cold night for the dojo, what made it worse was the downpour of rain that seemed to go on forever. But, Jackal still stood outside, sitting down on the wall far from the more populated parts of the dojo. Something bothering his mind, rather, it was still the day he lost the only people he could ever call friends. Jackal's AI, stood silent. The small green form took that of a humans, and looked the same as Jackal. The small figure just sat in silence as the rain poured down. The only thing seen was the slight blue glow of Jackal's helmet, and the green of his AI. While sitting, Jackal grunted, really that was his only way to communicate for the moment. His throat being shot while in combat a long time ago, taking his ability to speak. His AI would do most of the talking, if he were to communicate. Jackal had his AI project a small screen, what seemed to be a recording, the record of what happened to Jackal's friends. The video of his helmet camera showed him and his four friends, Davids, Rhodes, Ryann, and Carter. All five of them gathered on a small cargo ship, flying over an unknown city. Their orders were to simply drive their tank and clear a path. It wasn't anything new, just the same old stuff. They all laughed and joked about the war, thinking everything would go smoothly. Once the ship landed, they quickly entered the tank, the door swung open and they began to drive through the destroyed city. They lead the convoy of tanks as they patrolled the quiet streets. They all were bored, no fighting, no nothing. Until, something went wrong. The sound of the tank breaking was heard.[/b] "Hey, Marius, fix the damn tank." [i]"Got it."[/i] [b]The voice was Jackal's, he quickly stepped out, and began to inspect the problems with it. He finally saw the problem, something had damaged the fuel line. He turned to see if he was clear, when he noticed two friendly tanks aiming at him and his squad's tank. When he realized it was a set-up.[/b] [i]"Everyone out of the tank now, it's gonna expl-!"[/i] [b]The shots rang out. The tank is blown up, and lit on fire. Jackal struggles to stand up, he notices two friendlies approaching him, but not to help. He tries to pick up his rifle to return fire, but they are quick to shoot. Jackal is hit, he falls to the ground, shot in the throat. [/b] [b]"Just leave him to die. We've already gotten his friends and he'll bleed out soon enough, lets get out of here before we're caught."[/b] [b]The rest of Jackal's camera feed sees the soldiers leaving. It isn't for a long time until medics finally arrive to help Jackal up, the final footage is of the destroyed tank, burnt away. Then the feed is cut to static. Jackal remains sitting in the rain. He shuts off the record, and looks down at the helmet he recovered from the wreckage. It seemed to have survived the flames, the visor was cracked and the metal burnt black. Jackal then sat in the rain silent, thinking of his friends.[/b] [spoiler]open for interaction.[/spoiler]