Scribble 18 : Broken Hero Incursion.

Hello Wanderers! Welcome back aboard the world of Sci-Fi and Magic!

This Scribble is continuation of the previous Scribble 17: Recursive Chaos Theorem.

This Scribble would, as with the previous Scribble, take place in Remniscience Universe, outlines the existence of Covert, UNSED and FWA, and the connection they might have to Colors, Kurayami no Iro, and the War that happens after Scribble 8: "Which kind of Human are you?" which would essentially make this Scribble 18 a spiritual successor to Scribble 8 ten Scribbles ago.

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The Scribble Will Now Begin.

Scribble 18 : Broken Hero Incursion.

I woke up to the horrifying stench of blood. Apparently I passed out for several minutes after emptying my gun to the Red Landmark operatives.

Sixteen corpses. Fifteen of which died by a gunshot, one for each round of my pistol magazine. The last one however, was far less fortunate. Blood drenched her face and shoulder, her smile remains as she died looking too much into the future.

If only I could tell her the truth...

A shadow moved behind the dark alleyways. I immediately strung into high alert and reloaded my gun.

"Who was there?!" I aimed my gun to the shadow, which slowly moved out from the corner. Slowly, its feature became more pronounced as darkness peeled away from its body.

"To be able to see through my disguise even in such darkness, as expected from Covert's prided Anti-Personnel..." I shot it, no, him right through his head before he could finish his sentences.

"How rude." his blown off head reformed immediately after the bullet passed through his head. "Even though we're both part of the Twelve, you didn't even listen to what I have to say."

"The Twelve, huh." I snorted. "I wonder how much my title worth right now that Red Landmark is after my head."

"Not only you."

"What?"

"All over the Five Worlds, members of Twelve is hunted down by Fifth's personal army."

Fifth? But why would Fifth hunt us?

"I'm offering you my assistance."

"To what end?"

"To purge Fifth from Covert."

"How?"

"Remniscient Asset Apollo-Delta-Aleph, Reality Stabilizer. Just like Fifth's personal army, this is my trump card against fellow members of Twelve."

"I see, true, if you could stabilize the reality, our immortality that was drawn from another reality could be disabled, and then even I could be killed. You have such a nasty weapon on your disposal, huh?" not that stabilizing reality would be enough to kill me without necessary skills.

Wait a second.

If Red Landmark has been taken over by Fifth, then Medic and Janitor is--

"I'll lend her to you. And I'll take care of this little girl too. In exchange, kill Fifth."

"I'm going to do that even if you told me not to. See you, Third."

"May we see each other again, Septimus." the man laughed as he melted back to the shadow where he emerged.

Apollo-Delta-Aleph, huh.

It pains me to be separated from that girl, knowing I could never convince Third to give her back, but I must put that aside. First, I should leave this World, I have to stay alive if I was to meet her again. I took the magazines from Red Landmark members' guns.

"That girl, just what was she thinking?" I gazed again at the bloody alleyways, grinning "Well, it's a great moment for Color Red to make her glorious return."

I began to run, my lungs screaming, my legs burning, but my head was painfully calm. This smell, this feeling, deep down my desire for blood is awakening.

A maniacal laugh could be heard, echoing between the building, swallowed by the perfectly normal city. I was ecstatic, my mind wide awake, my vision filled with Red.

Red. Yes, Red, tonight this city will be.

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I reached FWA's Sirius-TE-717 space port five minutes after sunset, killing every single personnel both Red Landmark and FWA send into my way.

"Tch, how dare Fifth named them Red when they can't even scratch me." my blood was rushing, burning from anger, disgust, and ecstasy. Blood splattered on the spaceport, both mine and enemy's, painting a small fighter at the back of the hangar with color of rust and carnage.

"Karapace 59, huh, old ion beam and diffusion engine. Perfect for sneaking out." I searched the FWA ops for activation IDs when the fighter rumbled.

"Yah, Red, fancy meeting you here." the ship's speaker blared as its spotlight blinded my eyes.

"Yellow, is that you?"

"One and only. I'd really appreciate if you don't kill me even though we're technically enemy right now."

I pointed my gun to the ship's cockpit. "I killed you once. I'll do it again."

"Oi oi, don't you need this ship to escape this colony?"

"I could pilot an old Karapace just fine."

"Hmm, but could you snipe a Covert Director from orbit?"

"My trusty pistol is reliable enough to kill it."

"It, huh. Your gun has no infinite ammo though."

"Unlike UNSED, Covert actually went and standardized our arsenal. I would have no difficulty acquiring ammo. I have no need for your orbital sniping talent, and the world become a better place every time a Color die anyway."

"Uuu, Red hates me now, even though we're used to get along so well."

"The last time we talked was the assassination of Transparent. I don't recall we agreed on anything other than Blue's favorite girls."

"Yeah, we both could see he liked you, but even after Kurayami no Iro and that War, both of you never got anywhere."

"Such is the fate of Colors." I even killed him myself, but Yellow already knew everything up to joining Covert. "So you stayed as FWA's dog, huh."

"Better than joining strange cult outta nowhere."

"Hey, being a Covert Director has better paycheck than UNSED spec ops, with better safety too."

"It's not like you can't survive a nuclear blast or two anyway."

"So, what are you going to do? Old as it is, a Karapace could blow me out to the orbit. Whether you shoot me or let me in, I could still finish my mission."

"Hmm, I'm sure Command will understand, this is a mission to assassinate a Covert Director, after all. I could just kill you later, gather photographic and genetic evidence, and brand myself a hero after killing two Covert Directors. Yes, this is good idea indeed."

"Your inner thought is leaking out."

"No, this is intentional. Get in, Red. This is time for Mission Orange Part Deux."

The Scribble Will be Continued.

The next part of the story would be up soon, alternating between Seventh/Red perspective and Yellow's perspective during their journey to obtain Apollo-Delta-Aleph and assassinate Fifth Director of Covert.

See ya, or not? I'll try to make the next Scribble the conclusion of this series!