Cadets 5

	A cold hand on his shoulder led Captain Cpt through the blinding white pain covered in blood that was the world. Cpt heard doors open and as he and the hand walked in, all sound seemed to fade away. The hand squeezed hard on Cpt's shoulder and he forced himself to look up. The hall cleared of the blinding light and Cpt instantly recognized it. “Medical center...“he muttered “third room on the left.“ Cpt glanced back in agony at his guide. He would have screamed the deadliest of cries if he had the strength left to do so. A victim of the crash stared back, still burning, it held a tight clasp on Cpt. Suddenly the flames extinguished themselves and the disfigured body turned into a blue armored man wearing an apron. Cpt lost consciousness at the sound of cannon fire above.
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		The shells of plasma fire stopped falling at the sound of a click. Rainbow quickly tucked the empty magazine into her trench coat. A girl in ninja garb as dark as night yet lighter than the space around them limped closer to Rainbow 's side. “Ah. You survived the crash too, lovely. Hand me some of those explosive thingies you have, will you?“ Rainbow practically sang to the Cookie. The Cookie sneered at the request.
“You attacked us!“ she almost yelled back.
“Yes, but technically you attacked me first.“ The Cookie opened her mouth to object but simply pursed her lips and delicately handed a handful of the explosives to Rainbow.
	Rainbow threw open her trench coat and removed a rifle roped to the inside. Rainbow opened the clip and poured in the fragile explosive shells. The gun moved smoothly as a crisp locking sound eminated from it. Rainbow mounted the rifle on the smooth plates below her and took position behind it. “You are of little assistance to me now… I am certain someone else could use your help somewhere other than HERE.“ Rainbow almost mumbled to herself before taking a shot.
*Boom*
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	“Series of explosions on starboard side!“ A choked scream reached far across the command bay and threatened to destroy Veto 's eardrums. “Eight out of ten of the scout operatives are incapacitated! It is too dangerous for a team of two to go out on their own, Other Major. Retreat may be necessary.“
Veto's hands shook mercilessly on the rubber handle of the main gun's lever. His left hand still hovered in denial over the button as well.
	The room felt Other Major Swindler's hesitation echo though their bodies. “Board the escape ships and set course for The Mainland. Navigator Dirt, put this command ship on a slow glide to the enemy. I want them to look into the eyes of their demise, to accept it.“