Fallen Planet

[Soul Reaper]

FALLEN PLANET

>Chapter One
>Awakening


Cold, very cold.

He opened his eyes, the sudden sun light blinding him for a few moments, he must have been in the dark for a long time. Then noise, the sound of water drops beating on glass, yet muffled, not how it was supposed to be heard like. He could see now, he could see clouds and the drops of rain coming down from the heavens. Rushing at the glass in front of him with all their force yet exploding into bits of nothing no matter how hard they tried. He only wanted to hear them properly, he remembered that he liked the sound, frowning when he could not hear it as he wanted.

Better now, not as cold..why?

The tune of the rain changed it's tone, he could hear them as they were, as if he were outside, yet wasn't he? No, it took him a while to realize that, the glass was familiar to him, he wondered why. He had watched the rain for a full five minutes until he realized, it was part of a helmet. That's why he was familiar with them, different types, many..small, large, comfortable and uncomfortable. Something was blocking his view of the clouds and rain, a tall shadow. A building, a wrecked skyscraper.

Borneo, war, the skyscrapers falling..what?

He remembered.

Troy Valen, Captain, Colonial Marine Corps, Military ID Number 53041120297100

The memory hit him hard, adrenaline surging through his body. His hand went to his waist, sidearm now in his hand. Quick as lightning he stood up in a crouched position, pointing his gun from side to side until he completed a circle around him. No hostiles, nothing moving..except the rain drops. He was in a small open space surrounded by wreckage, twisted steel pipes, concrete buildings blown to rubble, skeletal towers and a skyscraper, it wasn't too tall.

What's going on? Where am I?

He tried to remember, yet pain filled his mind and his brain kept on repeating the same thing over and over to him. Nothing else.

Troy Valen, Captain, Colonial Marine Corps, Military ID Number 53041120297100

He saw a large long case, steel, on the ground. He went down on his knee, the case was locked, a holographic keypad appeared the moment he touched the small green projector light. His vision blurred and then sharpened once again, words and letters dropped down in his visor, a six digit password.

Six Three Four Zero Zero Two.

The case gave out a silent beeping sound, the victorious sound of metal parting from metal followed soon after. He opened it to find two weapons, one with an extremely long barrel and nozzle, the other shorter. Wire-frame images and information on both of the weapons dropped down into his visor a moment later yet he didn't need the extra data, his memory instantly recognized his two favored weapons.

XS-441 Anti Material Rifle, long range, high caliber, extreme accuracy. Weapon of choice.
YK/RN-99 Assault Rifle, semi automatic, long range, easily silenced.

Another set of images and information scrolled down, his sidearm that he had reflexively drawn beforehand. The ammo-counter showing a full mag, eight rounds.

REV 4S Heavy Pistol, high caliber, short clip, semi-explosive rounds.

The weapon case also had several magazines of ammunition for all his weapons as well as tools and several gadgets to customize his weaponry, he had everything perfect in under a minute. Still hadn't lost his touch. A noise, a slight difference from the natural sounds in the area, somewhere behind him. He lifted his rifle and turned around so quick even he was amazed at his speed, he was fast, yet not that fast. Not before at least. There was someone or something here, watching him. He was at full alert, scanning his surroundings with his unyielding reflexes..nothing.

No..you're there, what are you.

A fluff of white caught in the corner of his eye, his rifle's barrel turning to it faster than lightning. He lowered his weapon. A bunny.

A bunny...really?

He was going to laugh, yes, the muscles around his face twitched as he grinned, yet before he could complete the cycle and open his mouth to laugh. The bunny opened it's own, a four jawed mouth with razor sharp teeth. Worse, it practically jumped at him, directly for his head. It took his hands and arms less than half a second to drop his rifle and draw his sidearm, the high caliber semi-explosive round launching from the 4S' barrel at supersonic speeds to hit the bunny like a freight train, stopping it in mid-air a moment before the round blew it up into nothing but scorched fur and crispy bits of meat.

The hell..

His speed was impossible, his agility unlike anything he had experienced, what had happened to him? More importantly, why the hell did that bunny have four jaws filled with knife sharp teeth and was able to jump at him from almost five meters away. Either way, his first instinct was to get out of there and get some help, yet he needed to get in contact with someone..anyone.

Communications.

He had only begun wondering how to find some kind of comm's device when a light flashed on his visor, an icon in form of a satellite dish. It automatically searched for any frequency or technology ranging from radio waves to focus-beam transmissions. Nothing.

He was indeed in some sort of assault exo-skeleton, he couldn't feel the cold as if should have been, as well as being cutting-edge technology considering the reaction speed. It must have had some telepathic or neural connection to his brain. He simply thought and a full HUD selection appeared on his visor, weapon and ammo state, suit integrity, communications as well as a full body health scan of himself.

Useful.

But he still didn't know what for. He remembered nothing yet someone must have brought him here and had given him enough weaponry to...survive, at least. Yet where was here? Was this some crazy world where crazy scientists were allowed to do anything they could imagine? Some maniac that mutated harmless and peaceful bunnies into man-eating freaks of nature? He checked the soil around him, it was hard, tough and baked due to extreme temperatures and was still steaming as the drops of rain hit the ground. A ship had landed here not too long ago, probably the one that dropped him off.

Then he was obviously here for a reason. Some sort of test? Did high command see it fit to send him on some elite evaluation process? Doubtful, yet...he could never know, not yet at least.

Screw this.

He checked his HUD for the compass and then turned north, taking a good last look around his surroundings, he then started off steadily jogging north, he had to start somewhere. He could see a line of dirty green in the distance in front of him, his visor zooming in for more clarity, it was a jungle.

At least I don't think bunnies live in jungles.

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