Project StahlEngel

Recruit Group 83

As the man walks in, Aaron keeps a nervous and confused look. The man was a StahlEngel too, his suit had markings that shined out red. While Aarons just had grey markings that didnt shine.

- "Shall we check if your suit works?" says the man with a fun and almost psychopatic tone.

- "How are we suppose to check?" questions Aaron.

The man says "Like this." then shoots Aaron's suit with a plasma gun. Surprised and caught off guard Aaron raises his arms to fight back, when all of a sudden his suit lights up with blue lighting.

- "Huh, who would've thought, you're actually compatible with the suit." says the man with a surprised tone.

- "What is that suppose to mean?" Aaron asks with a confused tone.

- "Didnt you ever wonder why so little people get to go to war, and why so little people go home? Dont you ever wonder why the people that didnt go to war just come home? They cant, because only 10% of the people survive the first 5 minutes with their suit, without being killed by the suit" says the man.

Aaron takes a step back in surprise, "So was my brother really killed by a missfire?" asked Aaron with a tone of sadness

- "His suit burned him alive and he turned to ash" said the man bluntly.

- "So you guys have been lying to the citizens all this time" said Aaron with an angered tone.

- "Tell me, would you have decided to volunteer as a StahlEngel if you knew the success rate was only 10%?" says the man with a calm almost soothing voice.

- "I guess not" muttered Aaron.

- "Exactly! Now lets go get you into your Recruit groups! I'll finally get to see what the 83rd group of freshmen are capable of!" says the man with a completely changed tone

Aaron then follows the man out of the room, as he exits and looks around, he sees thousands of room identical to his, he hears screeching and screaming, like if people were being tortured.

- "Like I said, only 10% make it" said the man

Aaron then walks through a corridor and he sees a giant metal door, as the door opens up he sees outside, miles and miles of straight concrete floor, Aaron feels slightly relieved as he sees the sun once more. They're hundreds of StahlEngels out here, they are all formed in ranks, like if they were military trained, but there was something different... they all had weapons and had a look of fear...