Mist

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I cut the line with my knife midway to the mountain. I fall, but I position myself in the air and fire another at the mountain closest to the capital. I get close, cut the line, and fire one at the capital bubble. A small city built in the side of the mountain being covered in a bubble of anti-bombing hardlight, Which is now almost destroyed. I accelerate towards the capital. I’m feeling very sick with the amount of rapid movements I was just in.

I land on the bubble. It's this hard metal that's cold and icy. I run towards an opening and drop down. Falling into a snow globe, It's one small white building with tons of soldiers surrounding it. I fire my mountain jumper down at the building. I realize this was a stupid idea and I try to cut it. I fall into the building and smash through the ceiling. I don’t feel that pleasant.

A man runs towards me, a look of total fear on his face. I try to get up, but I only feel pain. I lift up my head and spot that my leg is twisted and my arm is bent. I’m broken in places. My cracks in the visor pick up a friendly figure. The figure yells for help. I feel dizzy. The figure lifts on my helmet. I recognize the guy. He cracks my nose. I start to tear up. I am not screaming this time. He helps me up and I quickly fall down.

He tells me my leg is bent the other way. I mutter sarcastic comments. He calls for somebody and a group of soldiers run in and help me up by dragging me to a part of the house. Soon, a medic arrives and puts its weird crusty hand in my mouth, signals the others to hold me down, and pulls on my leg. I bite down. I bite the medics hand off.

It stares at me. I feel a tear crawl down my face. It sticks another hand in my mouth, then pulls the other leg. Again, I bite off its hand. It doesn’t seem to care. I try to get up, but my legs still hurt. I fall back down. I just angrily lay down on this wooden floor. Why is this wood? Why can't it be more up to times, like made of light or aesthetic metal for god's sake? I just roll around in my thoughts and think about my friends and how awesome I am that I am laying on a wooden ground.

I miss the Blackcoat and Como, Amicus and Riso, even Serdityy. I miss that large black thing who gave me that name and that fox thing. I don’t like war. Is war really the right option? We see casualties as a number, but a lot of people don’t see the big picture. Each number has a name, a face, an idea. Each number loved and cried and shared memories and made friends. And we are destroying that. We are breaking them and shoving them under the rug to be forgotten. The next war comes and everyone forgets.

War should only be fought when there's a good guy and a bad guy. When it's the lives of ideas, memories and friendships against someone who doesn’t believe in rights of life. But... each side fights like the bad guy. They fight for resources, power and greed, another planet to add to their large empire. A bad guy is just a thing with a different lifestyle as you. But if you teach what a bad guy is, that leads to a revolt. Of course a bad guy will show up, one that is truly the embodiment of evil. Still, even after that war (if it ever happens) we will forget about that number of casualties and go back to war and repeat the cycle.

I lay there for several more hours. I sleep a few times, but not long because they're too many explosions. The same man I saw when I first came into this building walks over to me. He’s wearing a suit, a bright orange suit. He has curly dark hair and sparkling blue eyes. He looks at me and sits down.

The room is empty. I gaze up at him. He’s kind of attractive. He mouths something. I laugh. He seems offended. Sweat forms around my face. I have no idea what he said. He just moves his lips and nothing else. I am deaf. I stare at him, concerned, and try to say out loud. I can't hear at all. I don’t know if I said it, so I say it again louder. He looks concerned. I point to my mouth.

I start to freak out. I miss sound. What if I miss it forever? I would never hear anybody ever again. I won't hear music. I love music. I try not to scream. I do anyway. The man runs out of the room. The medic runs in, picks me up, and takes me outside to a room. This medic injected me with something. That was the last thing I remember…

Turns out my ears were blown out because of the sound from my sniper. They’re really loud. I had no idea. It turns out that man is the president of Mist. He’s nice and good looking. Also, I’m currently getting prepped to be in the “largest” and “longest” battle of Mist. That's what some people are saying about it.

The Service and Vendetta fleet have met the Unity fleet, which is a lot of Warships and slightly bigger than an average fleet. The space battle is far enough away from Mist, so it won't impact the nature and atmosphere of Mist, which is considerate, but occasionally a battle and a reinforcement warship come in and cause issues on the ground. Two fleets against Unity’s very large fleet. There's a huge battle going on in space and they’re trying its best to keep Unity out of Mist and destroy its massive fleet.

Hopefully, destroying or at least making Unity retreat and finally winning back Mist means me getting my normal life back. The idea of victory for me is probably the greatest, because a normal life is the best victory. Because the idea of laying on a nice chair, in comfortable clothing, watching a mediocre comedy and making money to buy things. Maybe get a date, marry, and have children. Maybe I can marry a guy maybe I can marry a girl. So many options. I smile thinking about this. But, right now, I’m in the capital. Fighting a war, no hope for that life until this job is done.