"The chain of command is the base of our society"-Skymarshal of the MI and the Grand Potent of the federation, Horatio, 2894, just after the illusion crisis
Sirens could be heard from all directions, all rushing to the town square. The recruiter again looked at his chest area, where the shrapnel had pierced his skin. It seemed at the suits which were given to recruiters weren't very protective. He then saw something in the corner of his eye, it seemed to be a Ka'lrl. He then saw people in armour rushing to the scene, with guns pointing straight to where the mysterious terrorists were. The armour was prominently orange, which signified the Irellus Empire sector of the Federation. The Irellus Empire seemed to be dominant on Earth and Mars, with very few colonies outside of the Local Fluff, or otherwise known as the Local Interstellar Cloud.
Bullets started spraying everywhere, from both sides. Soldiers were falling down to their deaths and buildings were being pelted with unreasonable force. Grenades were also hitting the area revealing the dirt which was covered with a layer of concrete. After a minute or so of fighting the IE soldiers advanced to what seemed like a burnt out commercial store where the hostilities seemed to be at their peak. The recruiter then moved back a bit, just to survey the situation. There was a car bomb attack just by the road, 5 metres away, and there were limbs laying on the ground-most were distinctly Momentius limbs.
"Oh divines..." the recruiter sighed, not knowing how he could live with a piece of concrete puncturing his chest.
"It's okay, I'll get you to safety" replied a voice, the voice sounded like a perfectly tuned harp, making the recruiter feel at ease and less resented. The recruiter could then feel himself being lifted up; but he could see nothing due to the pain that was being caused in his chest. After what seemed like an age of waiting to be placed down, the recruiter felt the cosiness of a bed, then a sharp stinging pain where the concrete slab was inserted to his chest.
"Oh shi-" the recruiters voice was cut off, replaced by a gagging sound.
"Dear, don't speak." The recruiter looked at where the voice was coming from, his eyes adjusted and fixed upon the beautiful Ka'lrl he saw at the school. "I was once a medic for the UMOA, I left due to pressure from other systems." She explained. She whipped the hair out of the recruiters eyes, studying his cornea.
"You look amazing, thank you for helping me..." the recruiter said, with a whimper in his tone.
"No problem, anything for a decorated officer like yourself." she replied.
"It's nice for someone to recognise my past for once." the recruiter said, seemingly surprised by the response.
"I just have one question, what happened in the catacombs of planet 45?" The recruiter stared at her-shocked. He began wondering how she knew about this incident. It was top secret, held together by the fabric of all the special operations units combined, with only the directors and a few intelligence officers knowing about them. "My little brother was apart of the RGRM squad that was sent in, he never came back..." she said.
"I'm sorry... I can't say..." replied the recruiter.
"It's okay, I just need to find out what happened, oh, here, take this medicine. It will cease the pain."
"Thank you, I..." the recruiter was cut short, the Ka'lrl woman gently stroked his face, before turning and walking away to the open air.
Two days later
"I suggest we exterminate the remaining militia, we shouldn't care about them anymore!"
"If we must, now is the time to do it. We have enough backing from donators galaxy wide-they are all fearful that they will be subject to another terrorist attack."
The room was filled with quarrelling marshals of the Federation, two from each sector, and the Sky Marshal, who sided with the MI.
"Enough." The Sky Marshal, Horatio, proclaimed, "We will attack them. No matter where they lay, all forces of the federation will attack!"
The Television was then switched off, the recruiter then rested back on his chair in his office.
"Hey, Jm, get me some records on the Kenter family, they are Ka'lrls."
"Yes sir, right on it."
The recruiter was studying his saviours background, wondering how she knew the mission of her brother. He wasn't concerned about the breach of protocol, he was concerned for the girl.
"Here we go, sir. Oh, and a woman was looking for you. Damn, she was smoking hot."
"Shut up Jm, don't make me go back to your real name. Send her to the office." The recruiter said. He then went back to his computer screen and loaded up security camera footage, he knew something was going to go wrong. Again.
"Hello, Breeze, or, if I may call you, Ex-Grand Marshal Griffin."
"You may not call me that, sit down. My rank was left behind me, I do not recognise it anymore. I now work solely for recruitment, I can't work in the field anymore." The recruiter replied.
"Oh, well, anyway. I am here on behalf of the Quallerst colony, I have witnessed some really disgusting acts that were committed. Of course, not by you, but by others." The woman then winked at the recruiter. He pushed a silent alarm under his desk, signalling his assistant to stand by at the door. "Anyway, I want to know something."
"And that is?"
"Why you would think your men could get away with it."
"I have no clue what you are on about."
"Oh, really? Then, why am I going to shoot your head off it's connections!?"
"You aren't" the recruiter replied calmly, as he replied Jm came though the door, with a loaded Raptor handgun aimed at the woman's head. She acted quickly and shot Jm in the heart, leaving him crippled on the ground. The recruiter than overpowered the woman and slit her throat with his knife, having blood spew all over the room. He ran over to Jm, who was now unconscious on the floor, with blood pouring out of his heart.
"No, I should of been quicker. I promised I would save you from death...I promised her...I keep my promises..."
At that moment, Police units flocked inside the room and surveyed the area. They took the recruiter away from his friend and pealed away the tags of Jm. The room was then closed behind them, leaving blood across the room. The desk had been ruined and the carpet was a dark red, the woman's body was limp on a chair where she had been sitting.
"Sir, is everything alright?" asked a police officer. "You may need to lie down, sir."
"Yes, let my lie down..."
A voice emerged from the crowd, "I told you that they wanted you dead."
