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'Zedaph War Angst'

Requested by thatzflow
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War is a horrible thing.

All Zedaph could see as he looked around was death. Tools and armor that once shined brightly now dulled with blood. A formerly lush landscape now stained and scorched far beyond recognition. It was hard to believe all this stemmed from a few pranks between friends.

How did it go so wrong?

As he walked through the battlegrounds, he paused at two familiar corpses. Too familiar for his liking, but he didn't have a say in the events of war. The amount of blood on the soldiers, no, on his friends, made him sick. As he stared, two pairs of glassy eyes stared back, albeit not truly seeing.

Tears streaming down his face, Zedaph heard the screeches of phantoms overhead. How long has it been since I slept? Before he could ponder too long, he felt a stabbing pain on his neck. 

"You missed."

The words came out of his mouth without thought propelling them, yet he agreed. Maybe death wouldn't be so bad. At least Impulse and Tango would be waiting for him. More phantoms descended from the pitch black sky, creating more and more wounds. As his eyes grew heavier, Zedaph uttered the final words before silence befell the server permanently. "See you soon."

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The buzz from his comm was what finally brought him back to consciousness. With great effort, the man lifted his head just enough to see what someone sent in the ch-

[Zedaph was slain by Phantom]

"No..."

He looked to his left and sure enough, a few feet away laid the corpse of his best friend. As the man next to him stirred as well, tears fell to the bloody turf. As his strength returned, Tango pulled Impulse into a weak hug.

They came back...

But he wouldn't.