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moved past Hendrick and yelled for him. Hendrick shouted for the pilot to drop in altitude. Morlo readied to hurl himself from the ship to try and tackle Luke back into the building.
     Then the grenade went off.
     The force of the explosion changed Luke’s direction and propelled him forward with back-breaking force. With that extra propulsion, Luke rocketed through the Battlecraft’s open door. Hendrick caught Luke and it knocked him to his back. Without hesitation, Hendrick yelled at the pilot. “Hit it hard!”
     The Battlecraft accelerated hard with harsh vibrations, causing the passengers to slide backwards across the floor and the thrusters to scream. Morlo had picked up his chain gun again and returned the Legionnaire fire coming at them from the roof.
     “Closing the doors, back off!” The Pilot yelled. “Command this is Price! We’ve got Mylo now give me some damn cover!”
     “Roger that, Crimson Warrior, sending Helio air support to cover your exit.”
     The side of the craft that Luke had flown through closed with a powerful electronic hum. Morlo hung out the door and fired his chain gun at the pursuing Blackshredders, baring his teeth and yelling as he unleashed a steady stream of hot lead on the heavily armed fighters. After squeezing off a few dozen more rounds he pulled his cannon up as the doors closed and turned back to see Luke laying on the ground, barely conscious and breathing heavily. Then, after several breaths, he went unconscious.
     With the doors closed it was quiet, the brutal destruction outside nothing more than a muffled afterthought.
     “We’re gonna have to get a doctor fast.” Hendrick said, looking Luke over and realizing just how bad of shape he was in. He spoke up to Price. “Call in and have one waiting for us.”
     Price acknowledged and transmitted the message. Through the small portholes on the Battlecraft doors, a friendly Helio moved into position and opened fire. The Blackshredders broke off their pursuit and aimed towards the cruiser. Seeing what shape his body was in, his meatless ribs, his gaunt, malnourished appearance, Hendrick shook his head in surprise and admiration. “I got no idea how he made it so long.” 
     “Is he going to be okay?” Sable asked, kneeling at Luke’s side.
     “The adrenaline just wore off.” Hendrick answered, feeling Luke’s pulse just to be sure. “Don’t know why he’d survive six years just to die on the way home.”
     “Let’s make it quick anyway, no?” Morlo said, taking a seat at the rear of the craft and setting his cannon on its end between his legs.
     Hendrick stood up and moved to the cockpit. “We’re calling it a day. Sit back and take a breath. We’re going home.”
     With the skies filled with combating fighters, smoke, and rumbling explosions, the Battlecraft cruised through the sky, soaring over the violent battle that raged below. With the prison complex disappearing and blending into the smoking city skyline, the three companions rested easy, knowing that the hard part was behind them.
     
     
     

Chapter 2
     
    To the Counts of the United Commune
     
     At this point I’m sure that you have all been made aware of the astronomical failure the Commune has suffered at the hands of the guerilla organization known as the ‘Darks’. As they’re defeat had been apparent since their slaughter at Olsgrad Canyon six years ago, their descent into obscurity came as no surprise. We’ve hunted them for some time now, keeping public awareness minimal and controlling public opinion through the leash that we have tethered to all mass media outlets in the world. After Olsgrad, the Darks have been nothing more than a nuisance. However, after the defeat that we’ve suffered at Styne and their bloodless takeover of Praemon, the threat they pose to our society can no longer be ignored.
     That is not the worst of the news. It is with the utmost regret that I inform you of the escape and survival of the war