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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/19/2016 5:51:37 AM
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Cannon lays there, shocked. She can still feel his emotions, which are broadcasting like a radio. He just lost his family. The three people he'd literally spent every conscious moment of his life, gone. His grief flares up before being consumed with rage. He leaps to his feet, firing a spray of plasma into the creatures around him. The aliens shriek as they swarm him, tearing at his armor with their claws. He meets them head on, knife and pistol drawn as he shoots and stabs left and right. A blast hits his helmet, tearing into his face. He tears off the helmet and continues to fight, blood pouring down his face.
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[i]Iso's gaze rests on Cannon's eyes.[/i] "Why is this so familiar?"
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Cannon continues to fight for what feels like an eternity. Finally, the last enemy is dead. He collapses, looking on the remains of his friends. Tears form in his eyes as grief overwhelms him. In the distance a gunship can be heard, it lands not far away. A pair of medics rush to him, lifting him into the ship. He dosent seem to even notice, just staring into space. The vision seems to fade out.
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[i]Iso sighs.[/i] "So, this is Cannon's past?"
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She 'wakes up' again. Cannon is sitting nearby. He seems to have recovered, still shaken, but awake now.
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[i]Iso walks up to him. [/i] "Recovered, are you?"
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He sits there for a second, not replying. "It should have been me." He finally whispers.
