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(May 1st, 2015)

A tall man suited up in Mech gear checked over his weapons one last time. Man I hope this mission goes alright. Just.. can't shake this feeling off there is something High Command isn't telling me.

He walks out of the barracks tent, and tosses some micromech into the air, creating a normal rocket bot. He sets off into the Marshes, trudging his way through the swampland. Around past several patrols, and then the Bane's Assertion Camp, he finally arrives at the Bane Refueling Station. He checks his guns once more for any jams, and then quickly proceeds up at the gate, more rather.. charging at it. Lucky me, the thing is already open... wait.. ah--"SHIT"

A stalker lands right beside him, already pouring a stream of fire right by him, missing by fractions of an inch. He was blown away by the impact of the landing, and he barely gets a chance to look at his assailer as it launchers another wave of fire at him. As he rolled over to narrowly avoid another one, he had to slip out some micromech in order to set up his shield.

The bot has to be melted by now. Damnit! He thought as he rolled away from the tall Stalker. He managed to get a name on it, [Daddy Long Legs]. This stopped him in his tracks.

. . . Who the HELL would name a stalker TH--- YIKES! he quickly thinks as he jumps off to the side, barely avoiding a pierce from one of the thing's legs. He noticed it did seem to have longer attachments than a normal stalker. Oh.. THATS why.. its a bloody prototype!

He saw the forcefield begin to flicker as it was coming back online, "Ah hell no!" He makes a dash for it, and barely jumps to the inside, but with the unfortionateness of getting nailed directly in the back by a beam of fire. "YEOOOW!"

He crashes against the ground on the other side, the forcefield now up... as well as guns pointing directly at him by Thrax on all sides.

"Shit."

(May 3rd-25th, 2015)

Darius sits in his holding cell, watching the energy pass through it. The same thought for the past 36 hours has been running through his head, Shit, shit, shit, shit! How am I gonna get out of here..?

He sat there as he watched other prisoners come and go, counting down the time when he would be next. He scratches on the wall as each day passes, as well as scratching on the wall of each AFS member brought and taken away. One day, he notices something common about each AFS member that was being taken away compared to those that were not. Each one was a receptive. What are they doing..? The question barely graced his mind before they opened up his cell.

The Thrax said something incoherantly at him, gesturing out of the cell. Darius didn't move, having a very bad feeling of what may happen next. I've heard about them capturing receptives as a rumor.. I didn't think it was actually true....

Wait.. now that I think about it... at Maligo Base they had a chip that basically brainwashed our troops to walk into a giant prototype wormhole. Then... the Thrax having the ability to throw the 'Power' logos right back at us.... Oh.. Shit... They're farming us for our Logos abilities...

The Thrax officer didn't wait a moment longer and started to drag Darius out of the cell. Darius began to offer a little bit of resistance but was met with a butt end of a rifle on the back of his head, rendering him unconcious.

The next time he awakens from unconciousness, he finds himself strapped to a table, being scanned. He tried to focus, but something was slowing his mind down. He had gotten drugged apparently to be no trouble towards the Thrax while they did their usual scanning. A moment later, the scanning had stopped, and he was taken off the table and thrown into a tube.

Not usually being accustomed to being trapped in something, Darius started to kick, however feebly, against the tube's glass. The Thrax apparently were laughing on the other side. He glared at them, as liquid started to fill the tube up. His eyes widen, N--NO!

It was then his mind finally had fully awakened. Energy had suddenly started to flare through his fingertips. The Logos that had been somewhat latent within him now was on full standing, and each of the shrines he had came across before now had meaning to him, more than they had before. A Logos phrase came through his mind so rapidly he wasn't realizing what he had just created.

Rain Power Destruction Here Now the thought was. The tube had shattered out towards the Thrax, piercing each one as the Technicians had tried to hide for cover. His eyes if anyone would have looked at them would swear had a flame in them. Everything in the lab had shorted, and alarms started to go off.

The AFS should've told me about this damn place before I went on that mission! Damn High Command, leaving out sensitive information for a mission. Theres only a couple good ones actually in there. All the others are complete idiots, Darius looks around the lab, and walks up to the first technician. He starts picking up the gun, and the technician tries to resisit.

"I," Darius saying as he cracks the Technician upside the head, "Don't think so!"

He digs into the Thrax's pouch, Ah! Micromech... good. He grins and begins to head towards the doors as they open. Looks like they want to play.

He uses the micromech he snagged to create five turrents at an oddly hastened speed, as well as the trusty rocket bot. The first Thrax sets fire on him and the shield pops up, knocking the bullet harmlessly away, this time. The turrents mow down the Thrax who had started setting up a barricade at the door.

Darius walks up to the door, recalling the micromech from the turrents, and takes his first peek outside, into the hallway.

Darius checks over his newly aquired EMP weapon for the amount of cells it has left, I can only take down.... three.. no four bots before I run out. Damnit.

He sighs after determining that the hallway is, for now, safe to walk out into. He glances one way, and down another again.

Where is my gear? he after-thoughtly thinks. He begins to quietly walk down one direction, and keeping himself quite close to the wall, in case he needed some sort of cover, what little of it there was. Having only his boxers on, this was going to make things quite interesting.

This is one instance I really wish I had my eyepatch, he frowns. He begins to peek around the corner, and nearly gets his head blown off by about fifteen different shots. His head went right back to its orignal position, almost feeling like it was a train that had a sudden stop.

He lifted up his EMP gun around the corner and started blasting, This won't help much.. but it'll have to do for n-- As he was ending his last thought, a Logos formed inside his mind and shot through his hand. How.. in the world did I forget about that move?

A smirk, for only a moment, comes across his face, as a shield extender forms up from from micromech. He steps around the corner and fires out several lightning bolts from the Logos Power. Unfortionately.. he missed the targets.. but even more unfortionate was for the Thrax.. as pieces of pipe hit them on the head and knock them unconcious.

"Eheh... oops... I kinda missed," Darius stated quietly to himself as he started over to the three unconcious bodies.

Quickly retrieving any sort of weapons from the unconcious Thrax, he slung them over his body and quickly moved forward. This should last me for a little while, noting the calculations in his head. He screeched to a stop and went back towards the downed the thrax plucking several tech gagdets off of it. Woops, almost forget this stuff. I'll most likely need this stuff to hack into their systems.

Running back down the hallway again, he begins a geurilla type of tactic, moving in and out behind any sort of cover he could find. This really sucks.. no armor.. one shot and I would go down....

He growls as he dives for another set of cover, now being fired apon by a small squad of Thrax. He can hear their orders going back and forth at eachother. Aim for the head, they'll become disarrayed enough for a moment.

The gun swings around the corner and fires at a random rate, no aiming. His calculations were off by a landshot, as he hit hoses in the back instead of the commander of the small group he was aiming for. He cursed at himself and had a quick lookaround for a quickshot, nearly getting his ear taken off by a random energy bolt, which caused him to hide around the corner again. Fuck! That commander has Logos abilities!

Now more of an annoyed facial expression appears along his mustache. He set up his Logos Power in front of him, Fight fire with fire then eh..?

He whips around the corner, aiming the full force directly at the commander as he heads to the other side of the hall for cover against the energy weapons. One manages to knick his foot as he lands into cover, and the commander only took a couple steps

back from the strike, beginning to shake it off. "AHH! DAMN that hurt!"

A grenade plops down beside him, his eyes widen for a moment as he goes to snag it and tosses it right back at them. The Thrax

yelp only for a moment which was proceeded with an explosion. He slowly peeks out, and a bolt zaps off half his mustache.

"Oh.. you didn't.... you did.... You bastage!" he growled as he sets off another bolt of lightning at the now laughing Thrax commander, or rather.. a more electrified dancing Thrax commander. Darius quickly runs up to him and kicks him in the chest, resulting in the death of the commander. "Don't fuck with my 'stache! Damn, now its gonna take a month to fix this!"

He looks up, and sees a door sealed shut down the hall. He reaches down and picks up a fried ID card from the commander, "I'll be needing this. Thank you."

He kicks the fried corpse one more time before he proceeds down the hallway to hopefully, obtain his gear.