Guidestar Combatants

The Rubble, The Hologram and The Drone

Kenneth gasped for air, his lungs burning as Ozzy's presence loomed in the smoke area. He frantically scanned his surroundings, taking in every detail with heightened senses. Despite his short stature, he felt small and insignificant in the midst of the chaos.

"Has anyone bothered to check if there are any survivors?" Ozzy's voice boomed through the thick smoke, reverberating off the walls of the closed garage door. Cord, already occupied with helping Kenneth, shook his head in response.

"I'm trying to save Kenneth here," Cord replied, his words strained as he rolled Kenneth to safety. With a steadying breath, Kenneth took in his surroundings, trying to make sense of the devastation.

"Don't be a halfwit, Cord. Cullen, come with me. We need to see if there's anyone left alive," Ozzy commanded, his impatience evident in his tone. Cullen hesitated, his face contorted with pain, but ultimately followed Ozzy as he pushed the button to open the garage door.

As they stepped into the collapsed cast house, it was like entering a post-apocalyptic war zone. Debris littered every inch of the floor, and the air was thick with dust. The cooling molten aluminum still smoldered on the wreckage, creating an eerie scene. They cautiously made their way towards the cast pit, where logs still hung in the air on the crane, suspended in time. The saw, once a sturdy piece of machinery, was now buried under pieces of the roof and various debris.

A faint cry for help echoed through the chaos, startling Cullen. "Did you hear that?" he asked Ozzy, who looked at him with a dumbfounded expression.

"No, I think your imagination is playing tricks on you," Ozzy scoffed as he confidently strode towards the menacing saw. As they descended the steps, the cast pit loomed to their right, its depths calling out to them. But if they took a left and then a right, they would come face to face with the saw, their fate hanging in the balance. A long table, where the cast men sat, separated the two terrifying machines.

Cullen's heart raced as he heard the desperate cry for help once more. He cautiously entered the pit, his eyes scanning the dark corners for any signs of life. But the source of the plea remained elusive. Suddenly, the cry echoed through the pit again, sending shivers down Cullen's spine. He turned his attention to the room where the furnace's powerful PLC was kept. The walls were crumbling, rubble strewn everywhere, and it seemed as if the room was on the verge of collapsing.

A sense of dread washed over Cullen as he frantically searched for the source of the cries. He knew that someone could be trapped in that hazardous room, and he couldn't bear the thought of leaving them there. With a deep breath, he plunged into the rubble, determined to find the person in need.

As he cleared away the debris, his heart raced faster and faster. And then, he saw him. The figure lying helplessly amidst the rubble, their eyes pleading for Cullen's help.

"Cullen, please, you have to help me," the person begged, their voice trembling with fear and pain. Cullen wasted no time and immediately sprang into action, using all of his strength to clear the rubble and free the trapped person. With a final heave, he pulled them to safety, relief washing over him as he saw the person's grateful expression.

Cullen's heart swelled with pride as he realized that he had saved a life. And in that moment, he knew that he was capable of anything.

Back in the dark, damp basement of Guidestar, "Hello, son" Aronik's father said as he loomed over him, his presence casting a heavy shadow. Aronik's heart raced as he struggled to process the sight of his long-dead father standing before him. He could feel his body freezing in shock, unable to move or speak. Beyond his father, a line of cars pulled into the parking lot, their headlights piercing through the darkness.