Guidestar Combatants

The Request and The Blood Lust

Dillman's knees hit the floor with a thud, his eyes wide open and fixed on Jai. Cord's heart throbbed with pain as he saw the lifeless body of the man he thought was his father. The elevator doors opened once again, revealing Cord's brother, Aronik, standing inside. But something was off - his gun was smoking and pointed at Dillman's prone form. Cord felt like he had lost everything in that moment - his family, his robot, and the hope of a peaceful future.

Tears streamed down Cord's face as he bent down to cradle Dillman's body in his lap. "Dad, I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice breaking with emotion. "All I ever wanted was for us to be safe, to live in peace. But now you're gone, and I don't know what to do."

A shot rang out, shattering the tense silence. Aronik's body fell to the floor, a pool of blood spreading around him. Cabe, their longtime ally and friend, stood with a smoking gun in his hand. Cord's confusion turned to shock as he looked up at Cabe, who had always been on their side. But now, he had killed his own brother.

"Stop!" Cord shouted, his voice raw with grief and anger. "Stop killing each other! This isn't about war, it's about surviving the war. We need to stand together, or we'll all be destroyed."

As Cord stood up, he noticed a figure emerging from the shadows. It was Terry, the leader of their resistance group. But he was no longer a robot - he was an old man, possibly in his fifties, with short white hair and a slightly plump figure. He walked towards the computer, his movements deliberate and calculated.

"The war is upon us, but we must not turn against each other," Terry said, his voice gruff and commanding. "We must unite and fight against our true enemy - President Glama."

Cord's mind reeled at this revelation. The man who was supposed to protect and lead their society was actually the one behind the attacks and chaos. But before he could process this, Terry brought up a video on the screen, revealing a shocking truth.

"This young man," Terry said, pointing to the screen, "is Steel - President Glama's son. He is heading into a trap, and we need someone to protect him."

Cord's eyes widened in disbelief. He had always believed that Steel was their enemy, the one responsible for the attacks on their society. But now, he realized that he was just a pawn in his father's twisted game.

"We must save Steel and bring him to our side," Terry continued. "Only then can we defeat President Glama and bring peace to our world."

Cord's mind raced with conflicting emotions - sorrow for his fallen father, anger towards his brother's killer, and determination to bring down the corrupt government that had torn their world apart. With Terry by his side, he knew that they had a chance to make a difference and create a better future for all.

"Yes, in about a sixteen-year time span," Terry's voice echoed through the room, heavy with urgency. "All of our Presidential figures have been trying to figure a way to enact the order. The order is against the all seeing eye and is said to be that of the great nations time." He paused, his eyes scanning the screen in front of him. "The king of the south and the King of the north will battle till fire rain on the skin millions."

Cord's heart raced as he listened to his father's words. He could feel the intensity building in the room, the weight of their mission pressing down on them. President Glama's reign of terror had to end, and they were the only ones who could stop him.

But as Terry spoke, Cord couldn't help but feel a surge of sadness. "Does President Glama know that Triton is your son," he asked, his voice heavy with emotion. He could see the pain etched on his father's face, and it broke his heart.

Terry's head hung low, his words heavy with sorrow. "Of course Cord, he knows you are my son as well," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "He will stop at nothing until both of you are dead. Glama already thinks I'm dead and that puts a target on your back."