Resistance: The Last Hybrid

Day 2

You suddenly wake up, breathing heavily from the nightmare you just had. A nightmare? You seem to remember having them in your mysterious past. You begin to remember what you saw in your nightmare. The screams of your victims blared in the background as the memories of your life as a soldier played out. The memories of your mysterious past were part of it. You seem to remember the woman more clearly, the one from the memory you had yesterday. She had curly brown hair, freckles scattered around her face, and blue eyes. But that's all you can really remember of her. The rest of her body, and even her voice, is something you can't recall.

    You slowly get up with your weapon in tow. You return to the road you were walking on yesterday, continuing straight. Following down the road, you come across a lone building. It wasn't part of a bigger town or anything, although it was just as destroyed as any other building you've come across in the past. Going inside, you find many items scattered around, all ranging in purpose. One that interested you the most was a rope. The idea of tying it to your gun popped into your mind. How quaint. You've never had an idea before, only strategies fed to you through the voice in your head. But now there seems to be a new voice, a unique one you can control yourself. Can anyone else hear this voice? Or can only you?

You instinctively go to the rope and begin to try and figure out how to tie it to your weapon. A piece of your gun in the front seems like a good place to tie a part of the rope to, and you do just that. A part in the back also seems like a good place, and you do that as well. There was still plenty of the rope left, but there was no way to cut it off. You figure using your weapon will do the trick. You ready your gun and fire at the remainder of the rope, cauterizing it in the process. Then you sling your gun around your shoulder, causing it to clack and clang against your old heat stacks, the very things keeping you alive.

There are things about your body you're aware about. Your body is unable to regulate its own metabolism, which would result in a slow, painful death as you burn from the inside out. The heat stacks mounted to your back help regulate your metabolism. The heat stacks in question are applied during the birth of your people. Each breed had its own unique pack, all serving the same purpose. Besides the machines, there are only a few breeds from your race that don't require a pack, sometimes it was intended.

While moving down the road, you notice the number of cars has increased. Getting through them seems tight, but you manage by staying in the middle of the road, walking along the dual yellow lines. One vehicle stands out to you, a rectangular one with dozens of windows. You notice a part of it is wide open, and the stairs inside lead you to believe you can board it. You grab onto a metal railing and enter the vehicle, finding dozens of grey seats separated in two rows, one row right behind the main seat. The vehicle itself eerily reminds you of the rectangular object you'd be placed in before being picked up by one of the various dropships that carried you and your comrades off into battle. Those versions were commonly used in the past before being reworked like other technology in your people's arsenal.

You look out one of the cracked windows, finding a giant object in the distance. It vaguely resembles one of your people's battleships, the very things that tore through cities and heavily weaponized human outposts. You remember a day where you watched as a fleet of ships bombarded a city. Fire erupted from over a hundred buildings, and the sirens were silenced. The fooms of the missiles as they launched, and the booming explosions that followed afterwards, haunts you. You recall the city falling under your people's control in less than an hour. The victorious shrieks echoed throughout the city as the human's flying transports flew away in defeat. The remaining enemies were turned into soldiers or consumed by your comrades and yourself.

You have the urge to investigate the downed ship, wondering if there's anything left inside. You disembark from the vehicle and begin your long journey to the battleship. As you draw closer to it, you see how dead it is. If it were alive, it would be lit by over a thousand lights, and it's engines would hum deeply. But it was dead silent, unable to be seen if it were night. If it were night, and if the ship was alive, it would look like a building in a human city, a sight you've only seen a few times in the past.