[spoiler]Hello once more! This is the next installment of my storyline. I need to get my guys into proper Rp order. Geesh. No one to use in other people's Rps.[/spoiler] [spoiler]Skip to not long ago in the history of Offtopic...[/spoiler] Jack takes a swig from his canteen. He screws the cap back on and looks at a small crater in the distance. The weapon was satisfactory. "So, after all this time, you and I aren't really different." Jack bolts up, and in one swift motion, turns, draws, and fires. A small metal drone falls to the ground, its systems damaged. An electronic cackle emits from it. "If you thought I would come in person, you are more foolish than I predicted. I know you have a million questions, but for now... bye, dummy!" Jack fires, destroying it. "Oh... -blam!-." He looks about, seeking any nearby threats. Nothing. A twig snaps. Jack sights up on five figures, all clothed in black, their billowing cloaks hiding their armor. They draw their swords in unison, and their energy shields flicker to life. [spoiler]Fastforeward to present...[/spoiler] Jack crawls through the mud and grime around him. His armor is battered, and his Multi-tool dented. A splint covers his left arm, and his ankles protest with every step. He had held his ground at first, but their numbers escalated. Their technology was far superior to most others on this planet, yet here he was. Alone. They failed to kill him, but he knew this swamp of a forest would kill him eventually. Then he would reset, but goodness knows where. He was running out of time.