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Zan took the bowl and examined over the liquid, cautiously. He began drinking from it. Because of the steam, he began caughing, but drank the liquid completely, emptying the bowl. Abruptly, he looked towards Surge and Archangel, and then looked back to Enir. "Thank you, Enir. I'm sure it will h...

Zan began laughing, hysterically, but complied with Surge's command. He lowered his gun. "It's funny that you show up, Surge. I'm surprised it wasn't one of your supporters that tried to come and stop me. You're actually willing to fight, willing to die for one of your friends. What are you goi...

Zan chuckled and examined over the rifle in his hands. He looked towards Enir and nodded, and then looked back to Archangel. "I don't trust him, though. I think his 'good intentions' are a lie. I think he is wanting to take this world for himself. The New Regime can't be stopped, and of all the...

Zan shrugged. "Thank you, Enir. It is good to know that there are still others out there that can be trusted." He stood up and looked towards the patrolling robot. "I've been trying to think of a plan, a way that we could stop him. This place is hidden for a reason. They don't want th...

Zan nodded, listening to Enir, and then slowly began lowering his weapon, yet remained alert, ready for any sudden changes in the situation. Enir was right, though. He had to control his paranoia. The others were becoming suspicious, especially Surge. He could see Archangel. It didn't seem hostile, ...

Zan nodded, listening to Enir, and then began moving up the hallway with his weapon raised, ready to fire. He didn't recognize this place, and for all he knew Surge was trying to set him up. He quickly turned around, searching for his robotic guardian, and then faced forward once more, signaling for...

Zan responded, "Got it." He watched as Enir moved away, and once the area was relatively clear he pulled a blood stained picture from his jacket's pocket. It was the picture of his dead wife, a thin blond headed woman with blue eyes. In the picture he sat beside her, holding a machine-gun....

Zan shrugged and then turned to see if the rest of the group was watching him. They didn't seem to be. "There's a reason I'm tense around Surge, a good one too. He nearly got me killed in the HR camp, and the only reason I haven't tried killing him is because I'm desperate for help. He's the on...

Bound for the Floor-Local H

Zan nodded, and then spoke towards the alien. "Yeah, they're called the HR. Honestly though, I don't know if it was them. The town was hardly affected, barely even damaged, people were just dead. It's like everyone who survived fled, everyone except those loyal to me. Someone killed them."...

Zan chuckled, finding the interrogation from the one known as Enir surprising. He watched as the werewolf moved to the rocks and began sharpening the sword. Zan followed. "Well, to answer your question, Enir Shadowfang, my name is Zan Carson. These lands that you walk over belong to the town of...

Zan could quickly tell that he had been detected. One of the werewolves was becoming restless, scanning the area. He recognized the person in the center of the group. It was Surge. He had every reason to kill him; it was Surge who nearly got him shot. At the same time, though, he knew that shooting ...

Zan flipped the switch from before, putting the vehicle back into his control, and then stopped for a brief moment to allow Dusten to enter the vehicle. The video image created itself before him once more, this time lacking the green color. Once Dusten was inside the IFV, he began accelerating. The ...

Zan nodded, watching the rear view camera. He could see the destroyed HR vehicles behind them still burning. He looked to Fang. "Nice job," he spoke and then pressed a few more buttons, causing the vehicle to go into automatic control. "Looks like you've been hit, though. You might wa...

Zan shrugged and pushed the steering wheel forward, causing the vehicle to begin moving. Within seconds, he was messing with the controls on the overhead mainframe, causing the vehicle to react with a strange jolt-like motion. He looked to Fang. "As of right now, I don't have that great of a pl...

Zan overheard Dusten talking to Fang and quickly understood what he needed to do. Within moments, he spoke towards the still patrolling W8 robot, giving it orders to follow, and then made his way back outside, back to the IFV. He rushed up the ramp, back into the troop compartment, and then back int...

Zan could hear a ruckus from downstairs, and he quickly went to investigate. Within moments he found the source, a dead HR soldier. Fang was standing beside the body, sheathing his sword. "Yeah, you're right. We probably should go. I wasn't expecting them to retaliate this fast, though," Z...

Zan sighed and moved away from the window. He could still hear the robot patrolling, still speaking in a coded language. The situation just became much more complex. "So that means we can't teleport to Bloodoak? We have to cross the wasteland." He stopped speaking, apparently thinking. &qu...

Zan nodded, apparently deep in thought. He could see a few remaining infantrymen running across the field outside, trying to extinguish some of the flames, but they did very little to actually control the blaze. His plan had been mostly sucessful, but it was only a matter of time before the HR retal...

Zan chuckled, and then nodded, admitting that Dusten was right. "Yeah, you're right. I never met an Elementian before Surge. What's past is past, though. Your father had proven to be trustworthy, and I will continue to believe that unless he proves otherwise." Zan moved to the window. &quo...

Type of Item: Robot Name of Item: W8 Security Bot Appearance: The W8 Security Bot is about the size of a basketball, and has an oval shape. It uses propellers beneath its frame to float above the ground, allowing it to enter seemingly impossible scenarios with ease. On its front side is an imprint o...

Zan lowered his gun, irately, watching as the person known as Dusten dropped the two fired bullets. He moved back towards the table with the radio and continued dismantling it, searching for usable parts. Within seconds, he was holding a large conductor-like fragment, and then began moving around th...

Zan turned his head, still holding his gun in a defensive posture towards the door. It was clear that the person with the sword wasn't aggressive. Now he only had one person to worry about.

"The name's Zan Carson, commanding officer of the Freedom Fighters of Bloodoak Lake. And you are?"

Zan raised his gun, trying to make as little noise as possible. For all he knew, the HR had set up shop inside this house too. He wasn't willing to risk failing after he had made it this far. He could see a staircase up ahead with bloodstains around its base, appearing as though it hadn't been in us...

A tank shell exploded nearby, nearly blowing a hole in the wall that Zan was standing beside. He crouched down, trying to avoid any stray shell fragments, but remained so that he could still see out the window. The tank itself inched forward and stopped in front of the window, blocking Zan's view co...