[b][u]Rising From The Ashes...[/u][/b] [b]Open Space, Dread Escape Pod[/b] What had happened? The Dread had been set. They had the powerhouses of combat in their hands, under their thumbs, under their control. Where did they go wrong? Now, they were paying dearly for their attempts at taming the wild beasts that were Python and Phantom. Through money, through soldiers, through everything. He stood there, covered in blood, holding his axe with a furious look on his face. Bodies surrounded him, human, Dread, beast and other. All had fallen to the monster. The beast. The tank. The fighter. Python. He stood over the bodies, blood dripping from his hands, his chin, everywhere. His black, metallic skin had been replaced by the thick red and black liquid. It coursed it's way through his body, only to fall out again. There was a survivor, he was weak and frail. Arms were broken to bits, face nearly caved in, a punctured lung and the worst concussion this man had ever seen, yet he was alive. Who knew how? Who knew why? Python stepped up to the man and grabbed him by the shirt, it was blood-soaked and torn. The man coughed more blood onto Python face. He didn't respond to it, just blinking. "You know who I am?" The man nods, slowly in severe pain, holding Python's wrist as he held him by the shirt. "Then you know what I want to know." He brought the man to eye level and nearly broke his skull shoving his forehead onto the man's. "Where is she?" The man stayed quiet, smiling slowly at Python's anger, his rage that needed to be quelled by A'Karo. His woman, his future, his past, his everything. Not receiving an answer angered Python beyond belief as he headbutted the man, caving his skull in. He repeated it, over and over until the man's head was nothing but a spine hanging out of his back. Python dropped the man's body and walked back to the gunship he had taken from the Cyprus team. Or had they given it to him? Doesn't matter now, it was his and he was using it more than they ever would've. One Dread, that's all it took to cause utter destruction. They were a self-sustaining, strong race of massive monsters. They were smart, smarter than humans, faster, stronger. That one Dread was all it took to begin the shit storm that lie ahead.... Python stepped into the gunship and cleaned himself off a bit, sitting down at the desk he had made. There were maps of planets, of solar systems, of everything, sitting there on the desk. He stared at the maps, thinking of where she could be. [i]She's dead. Shut up. She's dead. No she's not. Yes she is.[/i] Right there, he began to break down. He put his head in his massive hands, starting to sob like a child, a weakling, a worthless tin can. Was that all he was? The Dread warrior, skilled and trained, was a deadly fighting force on its own. Capable of killing armadas of tanks and men in just a few hours with no remorse, no weakness, no matter how strong the man thought he was, he would lose. Always. This particular warrior was injured and desperate. He slowly, weakly crawled over to a command console and raised himself, starting to get the ship running again. By this time, Python had left the hangar and was in orbit of yet another planet, searching for his beloved. "This is Python of fireteam Exalin, requesting permission to land." The Dread had heard the stories, the myth about the created woman. Nova, the one that had killed him and his army. His family, everyone. The Dread didn't have time to waste, he punched in the coordinates and set the ship to light speed. It hovered over the shield planet, where Nova was.... [spoiler]Open to Jenny ONLY[/spoiler] [spoiler]Muh RoB friends, remember how I intro-ed Python into the thread? There you go. Terra was that planet above...[/spoiler]