Fall of Earth - Awakening

The Awakening

   Inside of a large high rise, two soldiers walked past the lavish furnishings, stooping to make sure they did not hit their heads on the tops of the doorframes. The soldiers were huge, at least seven feet tall, if not eight. The strange armour that they wore proved their lack of affiliation with any countries armed forces.

The one on the left, Komedy, wore heavy plated armour, reminiscent of a knight, with one half gold, the other black. The armour was covered head to toe in small devices whose purposes even he had forgotten. His mask represented the Greek faces of comedy, the gold half a smile, the other a frown.

The soldier on the right, Havok, had a larger build, but thinner armour, shaped more like modern combat armour. His was completely white, devoid of any of the same modifications that Komedy's contained. His mask was a similar matter. While Komedy's was shaped like his own face, matching the contours and cheekbones, Havok's was angular with completely straight edges.

They were here to find a young soldier, the original of their kind that had been captured and stored in this building after he had gone rogue. Making their way into the head office, Komedy looked around in disgust at the expense of the luxurious room. The carpet was exquisite, the wooden frames priceless and originals of many forms of art surrounded the walls.

"Look at this, original manuscripts," Komedy spat, poking with his armoured fingers at the immaculate spines of the leather masterpieces. "I never would have been able to afford this even if Medcore had been paying me." Havok looked over at him without speaking, and reached past to pull a certain title from the shelf to reveal where the young soldier had been stored, making Komedy frown before beginning to cackle, covering the black half of his mask with his hand to leave only the gold smile.

"Frankenstein, Really?" he laughed, almost doubling over as the shelf began to push back into the wall and slide to the side, revealing a white with tinted glass pod. "That is absolutely perfect." Havok merely grabbed a handle of the pod and pulled it back out of the inset wall. It would have ordinarily taken a score of men to do so, but strength was Havok's speciality.

Once it was fully exposed, Havok typed a code into the small number pad that was fixed to the side. The two listened as several locks separated and drew apart, then the hissing of the chamber depressurizing, and the mechanical whirring of the doors drawing apart. Mist spilled from the now melting frost that had gathered on the light blue suit of armour.

For a few seconds the two looked at Cyan as he swayed slightly in place, groggy from the years long sleep. He slowly raised his foot to take a step forwards, then abruptly fell forwards flat on his faceplate. Havok and Komedy looked at each other in confusion.

"Thought he'd be taller," Komedy commented as he bent down to examine the young man. Slightly smaller than the other two, Cyan had a slimmer, leaner build. Reaching down to turn him over, Komedy found his wrist suddenly gripped by Cyan.

"Who are you?" the young soldier demanded. Before he knew it, Komedy found himself being swung around and slammed against the wall next to the bookcase, Cyan's hand against his throat and even lifting him off the ground, his strength surprising both of the other soldiers. "Where am I?"

"What the hell is with this?" Komedy growled, trying to prize Cyan's hands from his neck. Looking over at Havok for support, he only saw the man looking back at him, arms crossed and relaxed. Raising his hand from Cyan's arm, he pointed his finger accusingly. "You're enjoying this aren't you?"

Cyan's grip around his throat tightened, beginning to stress on the other soldier's armour and sending warning signals to his helmet's display. Grunting slightly, he punched Cyan on the wrist, hoping to loosen his grip, however the latter stood firm. Reaching back into the pod, Cyan retrieved a blade that had been lying next to him, shaking it to remove some of the frost that had gathered.