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Anuriite Basin
Three Hours after Ashtar Raid
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A young human man, well more a boy, no more then seventeen years old, frantically ran through the jungles of the basin, holding onto his carbine tightly as he laid against a tree, hearing the horrific screams of his fellow soldiers, along with small arms fire echoing all around him, also accompanied by the unearthly screams of the native predators out on the hunt. "God help me..." he whispered to himself, slowly wondering this living maze, this alien hellhole. The Ashtar with their raid had baited the jasaran troops into a trap, and of course it worked, several platoons had been deployed to sweep the area of any ashtar presence, which proved to be a mistake. Once they had reached a certain distance from the base, the Ashtar came out in full force, using their advanced technology and the dense jungles to their advantage, catching the jasarans off-guard, leading to a scrambled mess of a battle, half of the troops sent dead within the hour.

The young man wondered further in, the darkness illuminating from Ashtar plasma weapons and federation kinetic weapons. He placed his index and middle fingers onto the right side of his helmet. "Can anyone hear me..?" He whispered. "Sarge? Anyone..." He was starting to loose it. "Kathy...Sis...where the hell is everyone!" He slowly shouted out, possible giving himself away, but he could care less. 

Before long, a energy bolt came passing by the soldier, the bolt blowing away several trees, causing a fire. As the darkness crept away from it's light, the man's attacker was exposed, a tall imposing Ashtar Commando with it's glimmering shell of a body stepping forward. "[i]Fuck![/i]" he thought to himself. He begun unloading his carbine at the ashtar, with little effect, slowly backing away from the machine. "Why won't you die?!?!!?" He screamed out at the Ashtar, no response giving of course. He soon ran out of ammo. Not wanting to waste time on reloading, the jasaran tossed his weapon aside, and pulled out a pistol, and continued firing. 

Now cornered, the Ashtar was done toying with him, and begun charging his weapon to finish off the frightened jasaran. As it was about to fire, a rocket seemly appeared out of nowhere, and quickly dispatched the machine, the force of the blast threw the soldier against a tree, leaving him barely unconscious as three jasaran soldiers emerged from the trees, a woman a few years older then him and two male Caadori in their late twenties. "Ian!" the woman exclaimed, kneeling to him, observing his fresh wounds, bits of shrapnel from the Ashtar's armor, he slowly opens his eyes. "Oh thank god, he's alive!" she said with joy, embracing him. "Don't scare me like that.."

"So..ory." he apologized before blacking out. The woman turned to the two Caadori. "We gotta get him back to base.." she said with a hint of desperation in her tone, followed by her lifting him up onto her right shoulder.

"We better get moving then." One of the Caadori said. "Ashtar bastards could be watching."