Scott

"Come back here!"

Ambar lunged at the cyborg, his drones scampering along behind him as the inhumane man rocketed off and crashed into a vase. Shattering upon impact amongst billows of smoke that choked his lungs. His cybernetics hardly mattered however, completely scratch-free amongst the cracking of the walls. His imprints as visible as day unlike his wounds inflicted. His breathing mechanism was struggling from each careless impact he inflicts on himself. So useless... he could only smile at how his ex-friend's drones were just as useless as himself as a child. Even now, his lack of experience made him want to laugh himself to death.

"Why did I not die then?"

He wished he could forgive him, every single attempt was a pain for him to inflict. A joy he had lost, still clueless as to his true origins. But yet, that day seemed ominous in his head. Rocking his dreams since then. Seventeen years ago. Seventeen bloody years ago.

2104, 1 years before disaster

Oflip, Pineet Forest (Now Under Sector A)

"Isn't this the factory from N... E... O... S... U?"

The 6 year old trios wandered around, staring on top of a hill upon a large facility. It's logo written out brightly across the metal roof of the complex. The place was barely colourful. Hardly a place for normal work. Linking the low industrial buildings was a large concrete structure. Spartan in design and rather imposing from afar. Looking more like a death camp than a factory. Beside the large buildings seemed to be large dormitories. Hardly the location that they were looking to explore. Amongst men who scrambled to end the day in the deserted location, armed soldiers stood guard. Hiding in plain sight in the night amongst crates of unopened raw materials. Each of them seemingly unknown to the trio with their overreaction from it's large, overpowering rockets for defenses.

"Yes it is, duh!" Julie pointed at the logo with boredom as her ponytail swayed in the airy place. catching the boys attention as she continued, "They have to be hiding something here! No doubt!"

Scott looks at the group, rather uncertain at the prospect. After all, they were supposed to be here on a camping trip. He doesn't know why he was here, but to breathe in the fresh air was startling enough after being led out from the ventilated building. Startled in his talk as he looks at the duo, hopeful for a peaceful resolution.

"I'm not sure about this... aren't we supposed to make it to the rendezvous point by morn-"

He looks at them, still startled. Hoping to not face another punishment after their mistake, but he is cut off by Ambar who voiced out rather eager and determined. Tense from the possibility of dashing to the finishing line. After all it was timed. But the location had too be correct based off the map that they had. Flimsy and crumpled from their ordeal.

"We should be fine. We after all already know our destination. We are just making a stop at a curious location. Nothing could go wrong!"

Scott rolled his eyes as Ambar led them down the slope, feeling the breeze and each bone tingling for some excitement into the barbed fence, nearly making a sound with a clang. They watched carefully, spotting one of the guards who looked at their positions suspicious. He peers behind staring at the quiet bush.

"Should we investigate?"

He looks at his partner, just as snobbish from his ordeal at work in the day as he was now. Sloppily handling his weapon by the arm, the force right by the trigger as he shook his head lazily from his long work hours.

"Nah..."

They wandered off up the fence, careful not to make a sound. Hiding their pain from the stinging barbs with slashes on their arms and legs. But it was a small price to pay for the salvation. They wandered in, minding every step as they snuck through the large cargo doors. Still left ajar from the lights which engulfed the floor beneath their feet. Wandering through with their jaws on the floor. Their eyes flickering, unable to believe at the sight they had just seen.

"Woah..."

Attached to the ceiling using several wires was a large spaceship hidden from what seemed like fireproof glass. It's grey sleek proportions crumbled under pressure, ripping off what seemed like entire panels that was held together using unexplained design. But even then they couldn't tell. It's glass was however a champ. Standing up to the force with just mild smog staining the glass. The machine seemed elastic, made entirely from materials far from this planet. Around the machine, scientists and armed guards circling around the item. Staring at the computers as numbers are written into the code. It's chart spiking irregularly each minute. Baffling the scientist just as much as the trio. In the middle stood a middle-aged man in a white business suit, standing silently next to a woman in lab coats, buried in deep conversation as she began to explain things they couldn't understand.

"Yes sir. This is the UFO that caused the Super Tsunami in Japan. It seems like a scout craft based of the equipment found."

If only they had the context. Barely imagining the power the ship had possessed before it's downfall at the bottom of the ocean. It's alien pilot barely anywhere to be seen.

"Isn't it amazing?"

They jumped from their spots at the sudden voice from behind. Escaping the grasp of the armed guards who attempted to grabbed them by the leg, rather surprised at their age with their guns drawn at the surprise gift. Julie gulped, unable to keep herself in check could not resist the urge. The forceful grabbing at her leg was taking a toll on her. Breaking into a fiery inferno and freaking the guards who scrambled away from their burning colleague who is left to be turned into ashes. They had been compromised.

They rushed at the giant men. kicking them in the legs as they fired uncontrollably, Each look at the trio was a judgement day on their morals. Struggling to target at the group who was holding their own. They cheered, spread apart from one another, knowing that each of them has taken out a 'bad guy'. However just as they cheered delightfully, it had turned into horror. Ambar tearfully watched a large net covered Julie, shaking her to her knees upon the tumultuous amount of shocks. Each of them aggravating her injuries from the barbed wires. It was over.

Ambar looked at Scott who seemed distressed, attempting to defend himself and knocking 3 guards in the groin. Smiling back at him like nothing was wrong. Still the strongest handyman the group. He quickly grabbed his hand and rushed towards the doors. Their heart pulsing as men screamed and yell. First with intensity at the duo and then horror. Ambar couldn't look what was going on, barely able to keep himself straight from his mad dash towards the door when a loud explosion bellowed from what seemed like Julie's body. Jumping into the air and knocking all of the fences and crates which shattered into splinters.

He gets up, turning to look back at Scott who is in an awful state. Half of his body had been incinerated, now filled with large burns. The only body parts that seemed to be unable to tell his unfortunate tale was just his right arm. A living wreck and a goner as he sees men scrambling to his position. He couldn't even tell where Julie was. Only just shouting and the flashing of their targeting equipment. All of which are directly drawn up directly towards his head. As much as he wanted to stay, he would be a goner if he continues his efforts of fighting back. But even then his teachers needed an explanation.

He was in paranoia, but each failure and bodily scar too painful to bear. He quickly gets up and attempt to dash off when Scott grabbed him by the knee. He grunts, too tired to speak as he attempts to ran through the rough road filled with stagnant water. But his hand was firm and tough to the grip.

"Your alive?... I don't have-"

He panted, unable to catch his breath, attempting to move quickly to safety at the bewilderment of the guards. Watching Scott being dragged along, looking at him terrified, responding nervously. His voice became raspy to the throat from his harsh wounds.

"Yeah... got... the strength... just.... carry me there...."

Ambar shook his head. Both glad and disappointed at his fate. Peering down the warehouse even more terrified. Watching the guards closing in, directing their rifles at him.

"I... don't... have... the... strength..."

Ambar shot a harpoon he personally built in his arm by the cliff, flinching from the weakening grasp as he feel Scott's grip slowly fade away, his friend watching in horror at his lack of help. Doing nothing to grab him to safety. Watching his fall as the bullets flew by idiotically past the duo. Nearly scrapping his boots as he barely grabs onto the ledge and clambered up the cliff. Listening to the loud thud that was his best friend.

"Get him!"

Flustered in a fury of emotions, he dashed further into the forest as the shooting and yelling dwindled. Barely able to hear himself and his heartbeat. He had just nearly killed his friend and is leaving him behind. He can't be doing this isn't it? He stood terrified at his loss. He could only think about his terrible mistake, visualizing how the torn boy, was probably now surrounded by armed guards as the man in the white suit probably took his hand. Pulling him up slowly amongst his teary eyes.

"I'll put you together."

He responded calmly, knocking him unconscious as he stares at what was Ambar's original position.

He doesn't know what happened, only thinking about what had happened based off what he was hearing during his hasty retreat. But even if he did, he didn't had the time to turn back. He rubbed his tears away as he bawled his eyes out. Horrified at his decision with his intense pull back to reality with the sun on the rise. He had to make it back, forced to lie about their fates as his soul crumbled. Unable to feel himself. His hands and legs trembling amidst his wet palms,

"I'm... sorry..."

He looks back up. His drones making good time as he arrives what seemed like a reading room. Filled with diverse books that barely seemed anything like a villain lair. Filled with warm wooden panels that illuminated it's polish amongst the warm yellow lamps illuminating the dark with imprints of Japanese history of myths and legends. The Scandinavian couch and cushioning comforting to the eyes with his drones laying down to 'relax' amongst the other disgruntled drones which laid on the floor and walls. In the middle laid a small calm patch amongst opened glass which laid. Covered by what seemed like a beaded curtain. Soothing to the eyes if it wasn't for the cyborg who stood in his way. Snarling and angry for a round to settle.

"You were a fool not to surrender yourself. You pussy."