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Emerald sat in the opposite side of his small shack in the mountains as he stared at the injured soldier in interest. He was a fine example of what a server for any army should look like with the added fear factor of his translucent scales showing the dark skeleton underneath could make any Eternal quiver in fear but it more intrigued Emerald. I wonder what it’s like, being a Loyal under Crystalvision’s command. He thought as he scanned the stranger from top to bottom as the translucent Eternal slept in a very stiff position as if he’d been trained to stay in it. It had taken Emerald some convincing but he finally was able to get the stubborn soldier inside so he could at least rest. Most Eternals (especially his subspecies) wouldn’t come close to a Eternal like that, but Emerald saw how damaged and wounded the Torik was he couldn’t help but feel sorry for the big brute. And even though the soldier acted as if he had no heart left Emerald had a little hope that maybe deep down he still did. After all he hadn’t killed Emerald yet so that was always a plus. More intriguing about Emerald’s new friend was that he had prosthetics (or well the remains of them anyways) and unlike how Emerald was always taught he didn’t have transparent wing membranes like his subspecies. Was he a hybrid? No couldn’t be that he’d have some sort of obedience disc attached to him. The soldier didn’t seem to realise Emerald had his eyes goggled onto him as he slept with a somewhat snarl (it was hard to tell with the translucent scales) masked across his face. Maybe I should ask him if he’s okay? Emerald could guess the battlefield would be very traumatic and along with losing limbs in that timespan as well it probably meant the Eternal could be reliving some horrible nightmare.

“Hey uhhh, I never got your name.”, Emerald asked awkwardly as he quickly looked away as the soldier opened his eyes.

“Why do you even care?”, the soldier asked sleepily shuffling his weight.

Emerald shrugged. “I’m just curious.”, he replied as the soldier looked at him in a confused, disapproving (from what he could tell) expression in silence.

“Storm… Lieutenant Storm.”, the soldier answered grumpily. Huh a Lieutenant at his age? Storm (from what Emerald could see) was about in his early thirties and it was normally uncommon for an Eternal his age to get that type of position unless they were modified… Is Storm a modified Eternal? I guess that would explain how he survived his injuries with no medical treatment.

Emerald had so many questions for the Lieutenant he was finding it hard not to just blurt them all out. “So uhh why is your wing membranes not transparent?”, he questioned, Emerald kinda would think it would be rude for him to ask if Storm was modified straight away.

Storm muttered to himself grumpily before he growled, “You don’t need to know.”

“Okay, then how did you get your prosthetics?”, Emerald quizzed in reply, he wasn’t going to give up so easily like the last few times.

“Classified information.”, Storm snapped back in a rehearsed tone. But why would Storm want to keep secrets about himself?

“Come on!”, Emerald complained, he wanted to finally get the answers most Eternals could never get the chance to ask. And Storm was probably the most interesting Eternal he’d ever met with so many questions swarming his head from just looking at the soldier.

“Please tell me!”, “I want to know what it’s like being a soldier on the other side, or just being you.” Emerald pleaded as Storm stood upright his left wing held against the ground to replace the loss of balance of the missing metal talon as the other wing flailed around limp. He gave a low growl towards Emerald.

“You want to know what it’s like to be me?”, the Lieutenant snarled. “You want to know what it’s like to get a serum pumped into your body leaving everything you could think of into the most unbearable agony as you wait for either death or for the pain to subside.” Storm stood to his full intimidating height as the eeire blue glow emitted from his body got threateningly brighter.

“Do you want to know what it’s like to see your whole arm dying away and then have it sawed off while you’re fully conscious?”, Storm growled as he slowly stalked up to Emerald making him quiver in fear, did he seriously go through all of that? Emerald thought worryingly, I guess that would explain why he’s so aggressive.

The soldier stood above Emerald with the fumes of his fury flooding the atmosphere. “You want to know what it’s like to be thrown into a battlefield and left there for five years?”, he snarled as the blue glow illuminated the room around them, the skeleton so close to Emerald that he could feel a small hum as if Storm’s magic couldn’t be contained in his body.

“I have been engineered to be a soldier, I am built to kill.”, Storm growled in a rehearsed tone. “So I suggest you stop asking your silly questions unless you’re wanting to experience the very thing I’m engineered for.” Emerald kept his mouth shut tightly as he felt his heart pounding loudly. The Lieutenant snorted and turned away stomping back to his sleeping spot. He flopped down to the floor with a careless thud wrapping the remaining half of his tail around himself. It was horrific knowing (what was probably just a fraction) what the soldier had been through, Emerald felt his stomach twist and flip upside down with the thought of his arm getting torn off. But it just made Emerald feel even more sorry for the stranger and almost guiltily that Emerald would complain about his average insufficient life. He gasped with relief after a few seconds of the soldier staying in a still position hoping not to annoy him more. As Emerald tried to reassure himself that his new friend wouldn’t kill him (yet) something the soldier said stuck in Emerald’s mind like a poking needle. “I’m built to kill.”, it had an almost robotic tone, so rehearsed it was almost as it the Torik would have been saying it for the a millionth time in the day. But does he really think that? That his only purpose is to kill?

“D-Do you believe that you’re purpose is to kill or does other Eternals tell you that?”, Emerald stammered backing deeper into the shack’s corner.

“What did I just say about you asking questions?”, Storm grumbled before giving a low sigh. “It’s not my choice on what or who I am, I fallow orders, I fallow protocol, that is my purpose.” The soldier shuffled making the metal stub attached to him scrap against the wooden floor with a long scrape. Emerald felt a massive stab of guilt and pity for Storm, dose he believe in any type of free will? He pondered for a while as the soldier slept in eerie silence. Knowing that the Lieutenant was found alone with no squadron or any other soldier whatsoever, it was safe to presume that the Loyals would think Storm was dead. Maybe now Emerald would finally have someone to talk to or just socialise, he hadn’t had that since his brother died… And weirdly even though Storm wasn’t exactly friendly it was better then being on the mountains alone. He didn’t want to give up on the soldier yet, maybe I can help him find a different purpose.

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Emerald sat in the opposite side of his small shack in the mountains as he stared at the injured soldier in interest. He was a fine example of what a server for any army should look like with the added fear factor of his translucent scales showing the dark skeleton underneath could make any Eternal quiver in fear but it more intrigued Emerald. I wonder what it’s like, being a Loyal under Crystalvision’s command. He thought as he scanned the stranger from top to bottom as the translucent Eternal slept in a very stiff position as if he’d been trained to stay in it. It had taken Emerald some convincing but he finally was able to get the stubborn soldier inside so he could at least rest. Most Eternals (especially his subspecies) wouldn’t come close to a Eternal like that, but Emerald saw how damaged and wounded the Torik was he couldn’t help but feel sorry for the big brute. And even though the soldier acted as if he had no heart left Emerald had a little hope that maybe deep down he still did. After all he hadn’t killed Emerald yet so that was always a plus. More intriguing about Emerald’s new friend was that he had prosthetics (or well the remains of them anyways) and unlike how Emerald was always taught he didn’t have transparent wing membranes like his subspecies. Was he a hybrid? No couldn’t be that he’d have some sort of obedience disc attached to him. The soldier didn’t seem to realise Emerald had his eyes goggled onto him as he slept with a somewhat snarl (it was hard to tell with the translucent scales) masked across his face. Maybe I should ask him if he’s okay? Emerald could guess the battlefield would be very traumatic and along with losing limbs in that timespan as well it probably meant the Eternal could be reliving some horrible nightmare.

“Hey uhhh, I never got your name.”, Emerald asked awkwardly as he quickly looked away as the soldier opened his eyes.

“Why do you even care?”, the soldier asked sleepily shuffling his weight.

Emerald shrugged. “I’m just curious.”, he replied as the soldier looked at him in a confused, disapproving (from what he could tell) expression in silence.

“Storm… Lieutenant Storm.”, the soldier answered grumpily. Huh a Lieutenant at his age? Storm (from what Emerald could see) was about in his early thirties and it was normally uncommon for an Eternal his age to get that type of position unless they were modified… Is Storm a modified Eternal? I guess that would explain how he survived his injuries with no medical treatment.

Emerald had so many questions for the Lieutenant he was finding it hard not to just blurt them all out. “So uhh why is your wing membranes not transparent?”, he questioned, Emerald kinda would think it would be rude for him to ask if Storm was modified straight away.

Storm muttered to himself grumpily before he growled, “You don’t need to know.”

“Okay, then how did you get your prosthetics?”, Emerald quizzed in reply, he wasn’t going to give up so easily like the last few times.

“Classified information.”, Storm snapped back in a rehearsed tone. But why would Storm want to keep secrets about himself?

“Come on!”, Emerald complained, he wanted to finally get the answers most Eternals could never get the chance to ask. And Storm was probably the most interesting Eternal he’d ever met with so many questions swarming his head from just looking at the soldier.

“Please tell me!”, “I want to know what it’s like being a soldier on the other side, or just being you.” Emerald pleaded as Storm stood upright his left wing held against the ground to replace the loss of balance of the missing metal talon as the other wing flailed around limp. He gave a low growl towards Emerald.

“You want to know what it’s like to be me?”, the Lieutenant snarled. “You want to know what it’s like to get a serum pumped into your body leaving everything you could think of into the most unbearable agony as you wait for either death or for the pain to subside.” Storm stood to his full intimidating height as the eeire blue glow emitted from his body got threateningly brighter.

“Do you want to know what it’s like to see your whole arm dying away and then have it sawed off while you’re fully conscious?”, Storm growled as he slowly stalked up to Emerald making him quiver in fear, did he seriously go through all of that? Emerald thought worryingly, I guess that would explain why he’s so aggressive.

The soldier stood above Emerald with the fumes of his fury flooding the atmosphere. “You want to know what it’s like to be thrown into a battlefield and left there for five years?”, he snarled as the blue glow illuminated the room around them, the skeleton so close to Emerald that he could feel a small hum as if Storm’s magic couldn’t be contained in his body.

“I have been engineered to be a soldier, I am built to kill.”, Storm growled in a rehearsed tone. “So I suggest you stop asking your silly questions unless you’re wanting to experience the very thing I’m engineered for.” Emerald kept his mouth shut tightly as he felt his heart pounding loudly. The Lieutenant snorted and turned away stomping back to his sleeping spot. He flopped down to the floor with a careless thud wrapping the remaining half of his tail around himself. It was horrific knowing (what was probably just a fraction) what the soldier had been through, Emerald felt his stomach twist and flip upside down with the thought of his arm getting torn off. But it just made Emerald feel even more sorry for the stranger and almost guiltily that Emerald would complain about his average insufficient life. He gasped with relief after a few seconds of the soldier staying in a still position hoping not to annoy him more. As Emerald tried to reassure himself that his new friend wouldn’t kill him (yet) something the soldier said stuck in Emerald’s mind like a poking needle. “I’m built to kill.”, it had an almost robotic tone, so rehearsed it was almost as it the Torik would have been saying it for the a millionth time in the day. But does he really think that? That his only purpose is to kill?

“D-Do you believe that you’re purpose is to kill or does other Eternals tell you that?”, Emerald stammered backing deeper into the shack’s corner.

“What did I just say about you asking questions?”, Storm grumbled before giving a low sigh. “It’s not my choice on what or who I am, I fallow orders, I fallow protocol, that is my purpose.” The soldier shuffled making the metal stub attached to him scrap against the wooden floor with a long scrape. Emerald felt a massive stab of guilt and pity for Storm, dose he believe in any type of free will? He pondered for a while as the soldier slept in eerie silence. Knowing that the Lieutenant was found alone with no squadron or any other soldier whatsoever, it was safe to presume that the Loyals would think Storm was dead. Maybe now Emerald would finally have someone to talk to or just socialise, he hadn’t had that since his brother died… And weirdly even though Storm wasn’t exactly friendly it was better then being on the mountains alone. He didn’t want to give up on the soldier yet, maybe I can help him find a different purpose.