[b][u]The Chances [/u][/b] [b]Shield Planet-Escapade Wreckage[/b] Python had been thrown from the crash, around the hangar. Knocked unconscious, he drempt silently, unmoving, looking dead. He'd survived worse, death was....a mutual friend that wouldn't strike for a long time... [i]He smiled at his home, his car, his family, everything. It was all there, what he had fought, died and come back for. Python put his arm around his woman, his wife, his happiness. It seemed too good to be true. "Where are the kids?" His wife had spoken, looking up at him. He smiled down at her, as his children ran out from around the corner. A voice ruins the perfect moment. [b][i][u]"This isn't real..."[/u][/i][/b] He shook his head as his kids came and hugged their parents. It was a good life, a civilian life that he had earned, deserved, yet it didn't feel like his. Python shook his head to clear that thought. He looked down at his son. "Hey, wanna go throw the ball around?" His son smiles nodding and running off to grab a football. His wife and daughter walk off, seemingly happy. Soon, his son returns with the ball and throws it to Python. "Good throw, try to use the laises." His son took the advise, putting a wonderful spin on the ball with his next throw. [b][i][u]Stop fooling yourself...[/u][/i][/b] The dream shifted, remaining...similar. He went to throw the ball back but his son was gone, dead on floor. The world was black and red, raining fire...[/i] He woke, startled by a piece of the ship falling on him. He threw it away, standing. He limped to a nearby ship, looking for survivors... [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]