Below the enveloping cloud of soot and ash. Amongst a field of wheat stalks, three figures surged ahead through the smoke and dust, the raw will to survive propelling their every step. Ravenous flames licking at their heels, hungry for boiled blood.
One figure stumbled, lost it's balance, and crashed to the ground. The other two, stopped mid stride. The larger of the figures turned to the other, and pushed it on, urging it to run. The larger then, turned, and threw a large blanket of fabric atop the fallen, just as the flames began to envelop it. In a desperate sprint, the larger one began to chase after the running.
The collapsed one, covered by the fabric, enveloped in the fire, stayed perfectly still. Not a breath escaped the cover.
The other two figures ran on.
At the far edge of the field, stood a wooden house. Beautifully constructed, and elegantly decorated.
Soon to be nothing but ash.A dark green vehicle was parked at the edge of the field, with another figure stood atop it. Waving it's arms furiously at the other two figures as they raced on.
It hopped down from the roof, and swung into the driver's seat, as the other two arrived, and practically dove into the vehicle. There was a heated debate, and one figure began to hunch over and shudder.
But then the driver waved a hand, and the vehicle took off at a pace matched only by the approaching flames.

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World In Turmoil
Science FictionAmongst the empires of the galaxy. Between the factions and the territories. On a rustic world left to itself. A young man had heros once... They were a force sworn to protect. They were a navy of saviours. In a time of need. ...