[b][u]War Neverending[/u][/b] [b]Bectera-Desert Region, Sa'Akuhl Arwad Dunes[/b] [b]POV-Ara'ek Puntless, Political Ambassador to the Buljacks[/b] The Buljacks were living peacefully, amount the dunes. Ara'ek hugged his wife, wrapping his small arms around her with a smile. He spoke in their native language. "I'll see you when I'm home, honey." They kissed by rubbing what looked like noses together and Ara'ek headed out of the tent-like structure. He was a hunter of their small village...yet he was also their Political Ambassador. He had a big job today, to make peace with the planet's moon full of Wa'kambeks. Despite Ara'ek's planet's desert heat, the Wa'kambeks lived on the moon of Cortunate Lon, a cold and rigid planet. The Wa'kambeks were a race of massive beings, covered in fur and scales alike. Strange looking beings, but strong and useful allies. Ara'ek had his rifle with him, a simple beam rifle that did it's job when he shot and brought down animals quickly. Little did he know, there was another hunter out there. One that was not friendly and a Hell of a shot. [b]POV-Spectre[/b] Dan was a legend. A killer. A [b]Spectre[/b]. That's the nickname he had earned. Now he was going to add to those kills, even if it was illegal for him to do so. With his team of insurgents behind him, he smiled and stepped out into the sand. He pulled his skull mask over his face and set up comms with the team's employers, the Galactic Federal Government. They knew of his history, his background, yet they needed a suicide squad of sorts, full of expendables to complete a mission of immense danger and probability of death. "You guys move ahead, I'll get to the vantage point. Stay hidden soldiers. Best to do so on these missions. Move on to the village." [b]POV-Ara'ek[/b] Ara'ek returned to his village with a few good kills. Some small creatures that would serve as food for the village, even though the rest of the city was underground, it would feed what needed food. He returned to his wife, smiling and spoke in the language from before. "I love you...can't wait for peace with the Wa'kambeks." "Neither can I, Ara'ek. Maybe we can celebrate when you get back..." She gave him a smile that would seduce even the toughest of men. He grinned. "Maybe we can that right now..." He leans in to kiss her but gets shoved away in his political uniform. "You'll have to wait. Go save our planet, Mr Hero." She smiles as he drags his feet out of the hut and into the car with escorts on the inside. [b]POV-Spectre[/b] "I'm in position. I have visual contact with the target. When I take the shot, move into the village and clear it out." His target's car stops. His heart pumps, adrenaline starting to pump. He slows it. Dan denies his body's excitement and takes aim at his target. Ara'ek Puntless was his name. He had a secondary objective, and that was to kill Serommith, the Wa'kambeks President, while they were in the same spot. It would be simple. Kill them, his team would move onto the village and clear it out. Simple and easy, then the planet would belong to the Galactic Feds and he'd get paid. That's all he wanted. He zoomed in on the shot, feeding the scopes vision to a control hub that the team was working from. A man on comms spoke. "Target confirmed. Take the shot when you can." He breaths again, finger itching to pull the trigger. [b]POV-Ara'ek[/b] Ara'ek smiled a bowed at the sight of the Wa'kambekan President. It was a sign of respect and honor. Something that should always be practiced. The Wa'kambekan President smiled and sat down, her dress blowing on the desert wind. The Wa'kambeks were an all female race, excellent fighters, even better allies. The Buljacks weren't natural fighters, they were scientists. He smiled. "Let's get to business." A translator bot spoke for them as Spectre aimed from miles away. [b]POV-Spectre[/b] "Copy. Taking the shot in 3. 2. 1." [i]Click BOOOOOM[/i] The massive rifle let loose an 80 caliber round of pure death as it recoiled, sending Spectre's shoulder back quite a bit. Possibly even moving the massive man. Ara'ek's head explodes with a massive crimson cloud, spewing all of security guards, the translator bot and the President. He pulled the gun back into control and aimed again, sights on the President and fired. She went down easily, a round through her chest and she fell face forward. "Two confirmed kills. Alpha team, move in. Gimme 5 minutes and I'll get on over watch for you. Bravo, move in and clear out the meeting place." Spectre stood and ran about a mile to the new vantage point, looking over the village. Bravo team moves in, killing, looting and murdering the diplomatic defenders of each side. Stories are told of r@pe after Bravo moved in, but none have been confirmed. [spoiler]You are Alpha, move in and clear out the village or rebel. You might get shot by Spectre if you rebel. Either way, the rest of this mission will be a retreat for Alpha team.... Welcome to War...[/spoiler]