Oriphiel

The officer, reclining comfortably in the back seat of his private luxury vehicle, a strange and striking custom car that was both an antique and a heavily armored military-grade transport, closed his eyes as the sound of soothing music surrounded him. Though his was a heart that grew restless when not in danger, his taste in music had always been inclined towards the calm and relaxing, and as his driver weaved through traffic, the officer desired little more than to be surrounded by waves of soothing sound, and to partake in a brief moment of well earned introspection. He thought of a man that he had once beaten for spilling paint on his uniform as he had walked by. He laughed. Such was life. Everything that he possessed, every memory that he had built, and every bit of happiness that he had found, he welcomed without any hints of regret, for he had in years past experienced the cold of existence, and had come to love the warmth of satisfaction, a spark that is kindled by indulging in one’s nature. He didn’t believe in good or evil; only the cold, and the warmth.

Believing in earnest that the entire rebel network in the city had been rooted out, the officer was anything but cautious as he was chauffeured to his monthly IME assessment, where he would undoubtedly receive a commendation, as well as a healthy pay raise. He groaned lightly as his phone began to chime, and he turned it off without opening his eyes. The usual bothers and minutiae could wait until after the meeting. For now, the moment was his, and he was determined to share it with no other. His phone fell silent, and the precautionary alert that had been sent by the team investigating the massacre at the bar was catalogued away into his phone’s wide collection of unread messages.

The minutes passed by in rumination for the officer, until the calm was suddenly shattered by an explosion. Snapping back to reality, the officer quickly looked out the window beside him, and stared into the tinted visor of a man on a motorcycle. The officer recognized him. And, in that instant of recognition, he smiled. The man fired at the window with his laser pistol, however the glass was of a custom variety that could harmlessly reflect even an overcharged weapon. Relenting, the man pulled away from the car, and took aim at the wheels. On the other side, the woman threw another grenade in front of the vehicle after cooking it for a few seconds, however, just like the first, it failed to make much of an impact against such a powerful assault vehicle.

In the passenger’s seat at the front of the car, one of the officer’s guards angrily withdrew his pistol and rolled down the window, firing at the woman with reckless abandon. The officer noticed this, and shouted for him to roll the window back up. However, his warning came too late. Just as the guard had opened fire, the rest of the rebels had caught up to the motorcyclists and joined the fight, firing back with equal fervor. As the guard leaned out the window, a laser passed through his skull and entered the vehicle, ricocheting off of the inside of the windshield and hitting the driver’s right hand. Shouting obscenities, the driver swerved the car hard to the right, smashing into the rebels and knocking a few off of the road.

Pulling away from the car as it swerved towards her, the woman retrieved her pistol as she narrowly avoided death. As she took aim, her gaze momentarily met the fearful eyes of the driver, who frantically reached across the dead guard in the seat beside him to reach the old fashioned window crank. The woman opened fire, spraying a storm of lasers into the cab of the car. Just as the tips of his fingers met their goal, a laser passed through his chest, piercing his heart. Letting out a gasp of pain and shock, the guard leaned forward and grabbed his chest, causing the car to swerve to the left. After it struck a vehicle in the oncoming lane, the assault vehicle flipped through the air, surrounded by shining stars of metal and plastic that glittered under the light of the rising sun with a deadly shine, eventually crashing down upon it’s back.

The man and woman stopped, their hearts pounding as they momentarily let the beauty of the carnage wash over them. In time, they stepped off of their motorcycles and stood together, staring at the wreckage of the assault vehicle, and laughing quietly as two of the surviving rebels tried unsuccessfully to pry the doors open. Behind the scorched and cracked windows, the officer opened his eyes, and nursed a gash across his forehead. Clutching his submachine gun in his free hand, he listened to the sound of the rebels attempting to open the door beside him, and smiled. Being attacked in broad daylight in the heart of the city, and being less than five minutes away from IME’s local headquarters, he suspected that it would not take long for help to arrive. All he had to do now was wait, and survive.

Using an old and weathered acid saw, the rebels finally began to cut into the assault vehicle’s cab. On the other side, the officer aimed his gun, his smile widening. As the door fell away, a hail of laserfire sprayed out of the cab behind it, tearing the two rebels to pieces. The motorcyclists instinctively fell behind cover, retrieving their holstered weapons. No longer protected by the scorched door of his late vehicle, the officer quickly exited the upturned cab and made a dash for the nearest shelter available to him, a large building alongside the road. The motorcyclists leapt out from behind their cover and chased after him, firing streaks of searing light towards him all the while, however he narrowly managed to evade their shots, and retreated within the building. The rest of the rebels began to follow suit, however they soon took cover as a massive swarm of IME soldiers fell upon the scene. Desperate to rescue the officer, the soldiers immediately fired on the rebels. As their aim fell upon the motorcyclists, a deadly lightshow soon filled the air around the two lovers, who leapt forward into the building as numerous lasers grazed and scalded their arms and legs.

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