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Stepping over a deceased Xeno, I trotted towards my brothers, while I do fond them for their bravery and their companionship -their nerves are often wracked with anxiety and unable to convey their expressions in a perfect sense. Sometimes my equine back drop some things in a back-container: like food and water.
Luckily for me I someone was behind me "Oi! 'ya drop sumthin'" A guard ran towards me, and slid his hand inside the container and retracted it with a firm sound of things being secured. "Thank you"
"Yas, no problemo strangler"
"What?"
"A'h mean 'Stranger'" Despite his strange language, I continued to press on, ignoring him while my grip on my Autogun tighten. A feeling that Chaos might be firmed on his mind.
The wind grind to the left in a desolate plain, landscape ruined by the constant artillery and laser fire. Wistfully my legs kick when cinder ashes fall on equine thigh, almost hitting my aforementioned strange guardsman, which I like to call him; Greg.
Greg switched position with the guardsman in front, and was now forced to walk towards a battlefield, luckily in his hands was a map with Vox-box on his left. flexing my human torso to reach my back, I doubled checked the container: Inside was rows of ammunition (which took up the majority of the container), two medi-packs, and a cloak that presumably cloaks people. Concluding that, I again observe the lane of guardsman, on the front however was a officer, thankfully not a commisar.
With boredom ticking in my mind, I decided to ask a question of who we were struggling against.
"Don't tone to me Interex, be thankful that we let you live"
Confused, my forelock ears flickered "What? I'm not a xeno, I am a Human-Centaur" He suddenly step up aggravating my senses. Preparing to fight back, he backed up and simpered.
Then boisterously chuckled and said back "That's what a Xeno would say, *whew*. Talk to the others then" smirking he turned forward with a smile.
Perplexed, I blink in a rapid succession before going back to where I was going. More convinced that by not eating enough can cause complicated actions
The sky is cloudless, maybe its because of the ships entering the planet that the clouds fell, or maybe it's just the war taking its toll on this world. Craters dotted the land, many faunas laid down grave. The war is neverending