It’s been two hours since the crew of the Black Talon landed on Denova. Their mission was to take out a pair of monsters named Thoth and Zorn that were giving he local military a rough time. Almost Immediately after landing they were the victims of a vicious ambush that resulted in some serious injuries to the youngest member of the strike team, Llama. A quick Orbital strike later the team was out of danger. But, Zyley, Mattman, Panzer, Walter, Ahzi, and Al’ressun now stand around the injured man trying to figure out what their next move is.

“How does he look?” The Zergadins Commander asked. Walter, who was currently the only trained medical officer on mission, Kneeled down to looked at the crippled Merc. Llama Struggled to look back up at Walter, the Injured Merc was in bad shape, He had multiple broken bones was bleeding out something fierce.

Walter looked back at Zyley and began to twirl his mustache around his finger “He took an awful lot of rocket fire, Zyley. The odds of him pulling through this are pretty unlikely.” Walter said as he stood back up. “We either scrap the entire mission to get him back to a station or we …..”

“NO!” The injured Merc cried out. “No… No … way you guys are bailing on this because of me!” He began to force himself to stand up and as he did a subtle snap could be heard and the mangled Merc collapsed to the ground like a sack of potatoes. “Just leave… me!”

Walter shook his head and continued. “As I was saying; He’s pretty messed up. If we don’t get him back to the station for serious medical attention he’s not going to make it.” Walter looked around at the group and realized that they were not agreeing with him. He immediately looked back at the Commander “Zyley, we don’t have a choice here.”

Al’ressun pushed the commander out of the way and began eyeballing his wounded comrade. “Hey Look, Unfortunately we signed up for a military contract. We back out because one of us has a scratch then we could end up in some very serious trouble. The last Merc group that screwed around with a contract like this ended up with a serious bounty on their heads.”

“Wait wait, Al…. Let’s be serious here! We really have no choice!” Mattman chimed in” We can’t just leave him here to bleed to death! Besides without Growlz we’re already shorthanded. If Llama is down too we may just…”

“This is insane! Have you people forgotten how many credits this mission is paying?!” Azhi interrupted. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m not here to wet nurse some silly merc that ….” Azhi was abruptly cut off by the sound of a single blaster shot going off.

A red Blaster laser hits Llama square in the middle of his forehead finishing him off. The injured merc immediately stopped moving. The crew, noticeably taken off guard, leaped to cover as frantically as they could. The group quickly began looking around for the source of the blaster shot.

Zyley, the only man still standing on his feet, was very still with his back facing away from the team. Very slowly turned his head looked back at his five remaining men and grunted “We have a job to do.” he began to walk into the jungle.

His blaster still smoking a little.