First Order English Version

1. To Slop Blood Chasing a Legend

I still remembered the first time the stench of cut meat and the metallic scent of blood overwhelmed me. The unbearable heat of the quantum energy unleashed by our weapons. The soil is sticky and stained by the organic remains of enemies.

What used to be an aseptic place becomes a dirty, filthy place.

The megastructures were witnesses of our honorable acts and the despicable ones. In any case, these giants always watch, impassive to the misfortunes and fortunes of humanity. Possibly only partially disappear from another great war.
Like the Five Towers, which are already more part of the legends than of reality. One of my favorite legends, the Battle of the Five Towers ...

The one that remains, the Tower, is the one TP currently uses as headquarters.

And now I am here.

All for being like him. Be a legend among the elite of the krieger (warriors).

The deafening, and his Zahntiger.

They say that on the field of battle they heard their sword roar long before it could be seen. Others say that his grave and savage voice was the one that rumbled in the heat of the fight while tearing at his enemies.
Many believe that the Zahntiger is cursed and that his thirst for nanoseele howls among death for more and more death.

I believe that war stories always extol the surviving warriors.
But, I believe every story that is told of the Colonel Major.
I'm still here for him. And I will forge my own legend as great as yours.

Now, I must end up with an honorable man, maybe they're just reactionary, agitators, but he's not the first noble krieger I find myself among them.

He is on his knees, spitting blood badly wounded by cuts from my Blitz. I lift my cranium sword just above his head, death will be a beautiful gift to end his agony.

-A final few words before traveling where the sky is always clear?

-Soon ... soon ... you will give ... counts ... how wrong ... you were those of TP ...

It was hard for him to breathe and talk about the wounds, maybe he was delirious.

-Wrong with us? Truth does not matter too much, what matters is order and balance.

A quick cut and his head rolled across the floor. No stories will be told of his honor or bravery. Maybe I should tell his story myself.

TrapiGuard Inc. gives missions for liquidation, sabotage, kidnapping, execution or simply massacre and destruction.

What happens with The Kitsune Clan has no other name, it has been a complete massacre. An infernal image that is repeated in each mission cataloged like this.

Meister is collecting data on the other side of the building, but all I've found is this lone wolf. What would a member of the Graue wölfe do here?
Another mission accomplished for our rental owners la Muramasa elit S.L. We are nothing more than murderers thirsting for more nano-souls, death, has been like rumple a damn cockroach, a small army of street dealers, scum used by the real groups in the shadow, Lord Amuy or perhaps others, the same that attacked the stores of H2O years ago,
perhaps some survivors of the Blood Wars resentful of not having received the ascension, although both the house Muramasa and the group Masamune had been in charge that all deserter disappeared forever.

Are we so different after all? The bandits Graue Wölfe and us, murderers of the TP to the highest bidder, wealth and power, all shedding blood and skewing lives and accumulating nanosouls.

Today we serve the Muramasa elit S.L tomorrow to Masamune Inc. The next campaign, who knows?

I want to be remembered, a real legend , for the millennia, that's why I'm here, that's why I've done all this. Children already tell stories with my name, I'm close to having all the merits, because I think about all this? Thinking is not good for a TrapiGuard, or at least not letting those thoughts possess us. Anyway life does not make much sense.

I made a quick and agile wrist move and the red blood left a spattered drawing on the ground, advance and spread his head with the boot. That wolf, I fight well, died for what I believed.

We were not much, neither inside nor out. Soft, and without quantum force, easily destroyed.

I glanced at his standard quantum sword. There, his value was nil, as was his power. Would he have won if I did not have a Blitz?

I retraced the transparent corridor, and looked at the imposing landscape. I knew every damn corner, the dark ones and the select ones. The city sparkled with many lights in the dark, great structures as far as I could see, even more shapes, buildings, and domes as far as my heightened vision.
Full to the horizon of putrefaction, fun, violence, pleasures, secrets, dreams, survival, and above all, those who have power to decide and those who do not have it.

I still remember the first time I killed, that I perpetrated my first massacre .... I decided to be one of those who have power to make decisions, to follow orders was as close as anyone can be to freedom.

Listen to Meister's voice through the neurotransmitter.

-Schneider, how's everything on the ninth ffinished.

-I've finished.

-Get on the roof, group B needs reinforcements! I'm going up the west wing! Hurry up or you will not be new to it!

-Ja, Meister. (Yes Master).

Fuck! Most newbies would not survive a level three mission. This was a level one mission, just the rank and file of four emerging drug traffickers, what we call massacre because of the ease and amount of elimination of targets.

Who the fuck could be on the roof giving so much war ?!

Cross the east wing by the magnetic bridge towards the entrance closest to the roof. I would kill anyone who got in the way of my goals and I, damn rookies, a whole group. And they were not able to finish the cleaning ?! They could die before the First Order but they had come this far and now they let themselves be killed.

I was not going to allow my ascension to be shaken by too many casualties. Some bastard, he had charged us with the worst rookies, apparently.

Passing the First Order was not anything, they had to be very well placed. Be able. Capable of anything.

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I have corrected some things, I hope you find it exciting and you want to discover what the First Order consists of becoming a Trapi.

Soon you will discover more things. Like, what are nanoseele/ nano-souls !? The Old Guard and many more!

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Long live to the Old Guard!