[b][u]May They Forever Rest In Peace[/u][/b] [b]Empire Ruins-Earth [/b] Python had gotten the voices to leave, he was returning to normal, or what he called normal. The voices were gone, except his own, which was always scolding him for all the wrong he's done. It would all end today... He walked down the main street, the one with the capital building on it. Python looked at the building. It was there that he had joined the army illegally when he was 17. He smiled. [i]Good times....I was young, restless and brave. Or foolhardy. I dunno...[/i] He turned away, seeing his old home when he lived here, it was in ruins, collapsing from age, weathering and the bombs they had dropped here. Python walked towards the home and entered, grabbing a white object off the floor, about the size of a head. The helmet from his original armor set had survived all these years. He turned it in his hands, smiling and walked out, holding it. That's when the invasion began. The fight to end all his. To put a permanent cage around the beast. The monster. The rage that dwelled inside him. The Dread. They had killed him before, but he had come back. [i]Never surrender, never wave the white flag. Keep the gun higher than that flag.[/i] His father's words the day he died. In the hospital. He was a war hero, honorably discharged after he survived a gunshot to his left lung, scraping his heart just enough. That was one of the saddest days of his life. But it was also one of the best. It's what turned him into the soldier he is now. A killing machine and nothing more. It was a great job, he loved it. The way blood felt when it dripped off his hands. The ships rained fire, soldiers and bombs alike. This was it. Python knew. This would be his last stand. He took out a small device from his back pocket. There was no one near him so he smiled, remembering the days when he played baseball, outfield as he reeled back and quickly shot his arm forward, launching the device past the fleet, into space and it kept traveling, space giving no resistance. He looked at the enemies in front of him and nodded, pulling his pistols. The shotgun was gone, stolen by someone, probably that Anasi woman while he was sleeping. He had his sword however. And he wanted to die with that on him, a symbol of his greatest achievement. The first poor Berserker that stepped in front off him was ripped apart by the fury of his pistols and Vulcans like he was paper. The battle continued that way for a while, until Python ran out of ammunition and drew his sword. [i]Right around the corner...almost there.[/i] He fought the best he could, until the sword snapped. He resorted to his fists, punching down Broodmothers, Berserkers and a new breed of Dread, Destroyers. They were designed off Python himself. Made of pure metal and rage, they made Berserkers look weak. Python beat them down however, forcing them back until he met his greatest challenge. The one that would be his end. The General. An evil, twisted smile stole the emotionless face of the General, as he drew his axe. The General spoke first, his personal guard of Destroyers behind him. "I've waited for this fight for a long time." "I've longed for your blood to spill by my hands." Python smiled with that remark. "This will be my end, this will be your end. Our stories will be written by a survivor. I don't know who will hold the pen, but someone will remember this." With that, he dove at the General, bare handed and let out a mighty, roar that shook even the fearless Destroyers around him. He began to beat the General to bits, using his own axe against him. The General shoved Python off him and the Destroyers moved him, starting to dig their massive, metal arms into his chest, knowing his weakness. His reactor. They were wrong. That was his strongest weapon. The one that would end it all. Python smiled as the reaction began, starting with a red ball that ate at their fingers then at his chest. His reactor had been ruptured. The explosion went off, ending the warrior that once changed history and it's way to be written. The Dread went down with him, along with the planet. Earth was swallowed up, by this red mass, them chewed to bits in a horrible, disturbing way in a black hole, then spit back out through the same black hole. Nothing survived....but two small objects. The two things that survived would live on as his legacy, the device he had thrown and his helmet. Built strong, the helmet would endure another thousand years at least. The device, was a tape. An ancient device used before the Empire. He had found it one day as a child and used it on the original Exalin carrier to send out a message. This is how it played. [spoiler]He sat there, on his bed. He looked like he had originally. He spoke, his voice higher than when he joined the new team. "If you're seeing this, I'm dead. Gone. Hopefully. Phantom, I swear if you're watching this, I'm gonna kill you." He chuckled a bit and lit a cigar, sitting in front of the camera. "This is my version of a legacy. Just know, before you found this, I was a murderer, a killer for hire. And damn good one." He puffed the cigar and smiled. "I'm a Genesis. We don't die on our knees or in our beds. We are unstoppable until the end. My end was with a big boom. I hope I didn't take my friends with me. If I had any kids, and you're watching this, I love you guys. Keep fighting no matter what. Just like your father, and his father before him." He looked down at the floor then back up at the camera, having some difficulty making this video. When he looked back at the camera, Python's face hardened. "My name is Thomas Weiss, aka Python. I was a Methodist, I lived in the Empire, fought for the Empire and went down with one Hell of a fight. I was the first Genesis, an operation made by my friend, Phantom. He turned me into the metal being you see. I can't thank him enough for it." Python puts his cigar out on the ashtray next to him. "I'm sure once this team disbands, I'll just get a new one. But nothing will ever beat my first team. If you're watching this, a hundred years, two hundred years, Hell, maybe a thousand years into the future, just remember that war isn't fun, it's scary. Push past it, push through it and keep going. Your momentum will give you all the power you need." Python smiled at the camera once more and turned it off, going to party with his original team.[/spoiler] [spoiler]Closed. Rip Python[/spoiler]