In a quiet anger and in grief, Moon had nothing else to turn to after the loss of his best friend. His death had only fueled his rage already lit long ago and now was more than ever determined to end every Sorian he laid eyes upon.

There wasn’t much left of his old squadron and their captain, when Yorick had died, had been killed shortly afterwards in a different battle. Already in that short time, his fellow soldiers had begun to bare witness to Moon’s bloodlust. After their captain was killed, Moon wasted no time to taking control of the unit, simply because he wished to waste no time returning home as defeated before they would we reassigned to a different unit.

Vengeance that was all that consumed Moon's mind and he wouldn’t be stopped.

Battle after battle, in which Moon lead the squadron, he came out victorious and stained in the blood of his enemies. Getting up close to them with his blade to inflict harsh and brutal death strokes, something rarely any Nuthian solider did as their blade was a means of emergency use if needed, firing his gun in his free hand he would take out enemy targets long distance simultaneously. Moon would watch the light leave their eyes, turning dead and lifeless and cold and feel nothing but numb to it.

Any emotions he had before had been ripped away by the daily realities of war. And this was a war that would never end, unless he put a stop to it himself.

Days became months and months turned a year. The name Sorian Slayer was born in that time and many had come to fear it and be in awe. His fame would grow even more now that he was here, standing before an assembly with his fellow soldiers baring witness to yet another awe-inspiring yet just as terrifying moment.

    “The Sorian Slayer…It’s him!” A solider whispered to the another as the cold, sixteen year old marched silently passed them.

“Congratulations, Moon.” The General began, as he pinned the medal of captain into his uniform. “Through your commendable actions and noble sacrifice, you have earned the right of captain. And here…”

A hologram of purple lights lit on the device Moon was wearing around his wrist; although he barely even looked at it for he’d save it for later.

“…are your new orders and all soldiers available to operate under your command now. I wish you luck and may your victories continue to strive toward the peaceful future of our nation.”

Moon snapped into a salute and shouted, “Yes, sir!”

With a sharp turn of his heel, Moon marched back just as silently as before as cheers rose up around him. Oh how he wished in that moment that there was one cheer in peculiar that he could have heard as he left the room, but he knew he never would hear his voice again. Now it was time for his next mission.

He wasted no time but immediately returned to his temporary quarters while he was in the city of Zicron.

Accessing the database on his holographic wrist computer he began to examine the list of available soldiers for reassignment. There were thousands. Some would wait years before getting the chance to work with a squadron. The ones who didn’t get selected for the specialized teams were the ground soldiers bravely holding the line against the endless Sorian attacks. After scanning through hundreds of their profiles he selected the fourteen that were most likely to obey without question. Then he began to read up on his new insubordinates. He methodically began memorizing every piece of information the log had, knowing that doing so could prove invaluable later on in a pinch.

Noticed strengths and weaknesses, family history, medical records, and specialized combat skills were all listed.

After memorizing the key points and re-reading his next orders Moon found he still had time to spare before the day came to a close. Sighing he left the building and walked to the outskirts of the city. Slowly walking the perimeter Moon came upon a small trickling stream. The water was clear and cold against his hand. He bet the children of this city loved this place in the summer.

The next morning Moon went to meet his new soldiers. They had assembled in a side courtyard of the small castle that served as Zicron’s head of operations. It being the second largest city to Cync this is where most of the generals and other higher officers gathered to exchange constantly updated intelligence.

As Moon walked into the yard joining the group he saw that they retained a sense of their previous open confidence and comfort even when addressing him. This was a positive as it meant that he wouldn’t have to constantly be wondering if they had held any information back in the field that could potentially put their lives on the line because they were nervous of bringing something insignificant to his attention.

“We have our orders. Let’s move.” He instructed simply not wasting time on useless introductions. He knew who they all were from their files and they all knew who he was so it was a pointless affair. As far as getting to know each other they had clearly already been doing that when he arrived.

Moon led the way to the waiting truck and tossing he bag up into the back he swiftly climbed in after it. However instead of moving back farther into the truck he sat on the end of the bench seat closet to the door making everyone else’s loading process a but more hampered. He watched their expressions carefully as they climbed aboard taking a mental note of which looked the most annoyed and the ones who didn’t seem to care. He would keep the ones who looked annoyed close to him when split into groups so that he could judge further if they would be suitable to remain in the unit or if he would need to replace them.

The mission itself was a fairly simple one. A Sorian squad had managed to take control of a small Nurthian village and their job was to retake it.

The drive out to the village took half the day and during that time Moon listened as his soldiers talked amongst themselves compared where they were from and exchanging a couple of war stories. They were excellent at beginning to assimilate into a new squadron by communicating deliberating this way immediately trying to build a camaraderie.

The truck jerked to a halt at mid day still some distance from the village. They would make the rest of the way on foot.

  One by one each soldier dropped down out of the back of the truck taking his or her bag with them. They were planning to hold the village once they retook it for a period of two weeks while they waited for replacements and so would need supplies. The terrain proved to be in their favor as they were standing in a grassland with fields of grain standing chest high. Getting to the village without being spotted wouldn’t be a problem.

     Moon wasted no time in setting a brisk but maintainable pace through the grass. The rest of the company enter the sea of plants one by one following directly in line so they could see the rest at all times. No one knew if there were traps laid out to prevent exactly what they planned so travel was slightly hampered by the need to constantly examine the ground fro any disturbances.

 They arrived at their target without any difficulties. Taking in the condition of the city and it’s intruders was the first step in deciding how to retake the city. Thinking back on what he had learned from the soldier’s files he selected three to go counter-clockwise around the city to examine it’s condition and another three to do the same going clockwise. When they had met they were to return as two separate groups and make a report. He also selected four who had skills in tumbling, cliff climbing, medicine, and analysis to find a easy entry point and slip into the city. One they found out the condition of the enemy they would return and report. He kept the rest of the company with him crouched in the stalks of grain.

           This went smoothly and only two hours had passed before all scouting parties had returned with reports. Moon sent all of the soldiers who had not scouted around to the other side of the city with orders to breakthrough a weak point one of the scouting parties had found.

  For the rest he ordered that the medic of the unit strapped her weapon to the back of the analyst. Whose weapon was carried by one of the others ready to be thrown back to him.

   Following Moon’s orders the pair went out into the road the man bent in pain and the woman struggling to hold his weight. Moon and the remaining troops lined up against the wall ready to storm the place.

          “Help! Please help!” The woman cried out. The sound of a small window being opened then shut could be heard then the sound of running feet overhead. They paused and murmuring voices could be heard.

  A moment later the small man door was cracked open as a man peered out at the heavily swaying pair.

  “What do you need?”

  “You dead.” Moon said stepping from hiding and shooting him in the stomach. He kicked the door open viciously before the man’s bodyweight could block them out. The masquerading pair quickly reclaimed there weapons and the company entered the city gun firing. The take over lasted less than twenty minutes before the entire Sorian squad had been killed. 

  Moon immediately assigned four to keep watch over the weak points in the wall, six to sweep the village ensuring that they had indeed taken the city, two to retrieve the bags that they had hidden away in the grass, and the last two to begin collected the bodies of the fallen Sorians.

     Throughout the entire event Moon was pleased by the group’s performance. None would have to be replaced.