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All around Lieutenant Elijah Myers, his soldiers were frying. A jolt of bright blue electricity, unlike anything he had ever seen, tore through the decrepit husk of the Aircraft Carrier, bouncing off of walls and zapping through thin air, grabbing at the power-armor clad soldiers like long writhing tentacles, sending their bodies into jagged spasms; their limbs flying wildly about the place, and thrashing out around them. 

Garbed in his plain black and grey militaristic uniform, Elijah was spared from the chaotic surge of energy, but the troops he commanded were not so fortunate. 

Burned out metal husks dropped lifelessly to the floor, their heavy armour clanging on the walkway, crashing to the ground with a loud ‘THUD!’. 

Myers stumbled forwards, his heart pounding in his chest, as the sound of not-so-distant gunfire rattled through the steely carcass of Rivet City, echoing off the tinny metal walls. 

Two Rivet City security guards, dressed in their stocky black uniforms, came charging around the corner, their finer features obscured by dim blue visors, and automatic rifles clutched in their bare hands. 

“Time to say goodnight, you Enclave son of a bitch.” Snarled one of the soldiers triumphantly, raising his weapon. 

Before they could gun him down, Myers drew his magnum from its holster, rapidly firing a round clean through one of the soldier’s necks; a brilliant burst of dark red erupting forth from his throat as he collapsed to the floor, frantically grasping at his torn jugular. 

Myer’s swerved to fire again, but he was too slow, and the second soldier sent a hailstorm of bullets tearing through the lieutenant’s side. 

Pain, searing and hot, raked through Myer’s side, as he stumbled to the floor, his uniform stained with the hot blood that was seeping out of him. He gritted his teeth in agony as he struck the metal ground beneath him, his vision blurring as dark mist crept in all around him. His breathing was raspy and jagged, each drawn out breath sending a new jolt of fresh torment coursing through his side, and he could feel his whole body shaking as he began to slip away. 

The soldier strode up triumphantly, standing over him with a smug grin on his face as he aimed the barrel of his gun down at the Lieutenant. 

“I’m gonna enjoy putting a bullet in every last one of you martial-law-imposing bastards.” 

The soldier’s finger wrapped around the trigger. 

Myer’s summoned his last ounce of strength, and pulled his hunting knife free from its slot in his black combat boot, using all his force to drive the finely honed steel straight through the soldier’s beefy calf muscle. Wet blood splattered the ground, and the soldier let out a sudden shrike of agony, slipping backwards and crashing to the floor. He fired his weapon, but the bullets pounded harmlessly against the celling, their deafening boom wringing out through the thin corridor as the soldiers thrashed about on the ground. 

The Lieutenant hurled himself across the floor, planting the cold blade of his knife straight into his wailing attacker’s chest, pulling it out with bestial ferocity, before stabbing it in him again and again and again, a sickly wet squelching sound oozing into the air as blood pooled out around the soldier. 

Victorious, Myers rolled onto his back, lying down between the corpses of the fallen, as he gazed up at the celling. His eyes lolled back into his head, and he could feel the darkness crawling over him, ready to whisk him away. 

[i]“Semper Fidelis…”[/i] Lieutenant Elijah Myers croaked in a drained voice, and then the world went black for the last time.