A muffled ringing noise, growing in intensity went off in his ears, he woke up to the wreckage of the Supercarrier Phoenix one of six ships that would ever stand a chance at defeating the Dreadnoughts, his vision came back slowly and he stood up looking at all the destruction before him a single thought on his mind 'Revenge' he would seek vengeance for the 7,000 men and women of the carrier. He walked through the deteriorated hull and found his helmet lying on the floor the visor completely shattered he dropped it to the floor in frustration and continued. He had to get out of there, he passed countless dead bodies and destroyed armor plating, he fought back tears because everyone that was on the ship he knew. Then the bulkhead next to him exploded in a white flash and a thunderous boom, then the corridor filled with energy weapon's fire and a guttural growl, he ran as fast as he could his armor would dissipate most of the enemy fire but it would wear out and succumb to the intense temperatures he got to the weapons locker  and grabbed the Prototype E-Sword and turned to face his pursuers but there wasn't any just the dark, dimly lit corridor rapidly filling with smoke, he approached the wall of smoke and went into it, his enhanced eyesight was useless in this smoke cover, he had to rely upon his hearing, first there was no sound but the thrumming of the ships nearly dead engines he pressed on and then he heard a faint thumping sound, getting louder and louder the more he went on, he activated the E-Sword it's blade bristled with raw Electricity, the thumping got louder almost to a rhythm then It dawned on him, he was being followed by the thing that made that growl when the hull breached open. He snapped around and looked into the darkness behind him, it stood there just watching him wander through the smoke it seemed intelligent as if it was studying him, he spared it a few more seconds then it charged him using its massive hands to propel himself down the corridor in his quick glance at the creature it had scars all over its body and it didn't seem 'natural' it looked like some genetic experiment gone wrong, but that didn't matter he had to kill or be killed he turned and faced the creature and brought up the sword and with three quick movements the beast fell to the floor dead and in two pieces, in its last moments it looked at him not with anger or rage but with gratitude almost as if what had been done to it was a torturous ordeal and it wanted it's misery to end. He crouched down next to it as its breathing slowed he said "I'm sorry" and then in the blink of an eye he disintegrated the beast sparing it from anymore pain. He wandered through the wreckage disintegrating the bodies of his fallen comrades, it was his fault he lead them to their deaths he thought. Even with his otherworldly abilities he still hurt from the loss of life, he was treated as a weapon, void of emotion and humanity but he did not treat them as such, he envied they're normality and that they're not a dying breed. He is one of four the first and last of their kind, He is 01. END part one Worked on this introduction to a story I'm starting to create Let me know what you think of it.