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[h3][i][color=92278f] Ethoria, a world on the outskirts of Alorian space, the Eslarvis system [/color][/i] [/h3] [/centre]

From the vast expanses of space Ethoria looked like a tiny speck of blue and green against a huge black canvas dotted with tiny white lights, next to a much bigger planet Monument. Unfortunately for Ethoria, Monument did not only overshadow it in it's massive size, but also in it's booming economy, much better living conditions and a general attractiveness that the small planet just did not have. While ships constantly flocked to Monument for civilian tourism, trade of all kinds and a variety of other reasons, routes to Ethoria were often much less than full. In fact, the Terran Liberation Forces rebellion was probably the biggest thing to ever happen to the forgotten world, and the media attention it had gained, along with the public's passion to defeat the Terran Liberation Front had almost brought it out of the gutter. [i] Almost [/i].

But almost wasn't enough. When dreadnoughts and Goliath's along with many other ships warped into the system, it was like they ignored Ethoria. The small blue planet was just not a priority to take back from the rebels, it wasn't nearly as important enough strategically in the eyes of the Royal Military compared to planets like Monument and Helcion. The crude rebel battleships and star fighters around Ethoria sat patiently and the crew's watched with much relief as they witnessed the vastly superior Alorian fleet target the much bigger, better navy attempting to defend other planets in the system. They watched as the two forces drew closer and closer to each other, long range weapons starting to fire as the battle for the Eslarvis system commenced. 

Down on the surface of Ethoria, the Terran Liberation Front was still in control despite the accidental release of the high prison population, much of which had now been mercilessly killed by the rebellion. The Royal Guard that were left on the surface were scattered across the globe, unable to communicate with each other and organise any kind of counter attack. Instead these pockets of the Empire were barely hanging on, fighting were they could and hiding when they couldn't. The Alorian's on the planet not a part  of the rebellion were starving, they had gone without blood for too long, the effects of malnutrition and exhaustion were quickly setting in.

In a small ground floor room of an apartment complex was an Alorian man and woman. The woman was sleeping on a couch in the back of the room. Her soft features rose and fell slowly as she breathed in and out, her light purple skin glowing against her black lips, her crystal blue eyes were shut tight as she rested for the first time in days. She wore a tattered guard uniform and there was a bandage over her shoulder stained with blood. Sitting down by the window was a man, his pale white skin still glowing despite his fatigue, his eyes barely able to stay open. His uniform also looked beaten and ripped up, stained with the blood of not only him but his fallen allies. He watched out of the window for any movement, making sure they wouldn't get taken by surprise, just as he had for days now in his hiding. His eyes started closing again as they had been before almost rythmically before they suddenly shot open. He sniffed the air, much more awake than he had just been as a very familiar smell suddenly made its way too him. Blood.

A rebel group were marching down the road, guns in hand, probably on a patrol. The man quietly made his way over to the girl, tapping her on her arm to wake her up. 
"Ivanna!" He whispered, "Wake up Ivanna!" He said again, this time in less of a whisper as he rushed to get her awake. Ivanna's eyes slowly opened as she groaned, 
"You better have a good reason for-" She stopped in the middle of her sentence, and her eyes opened wide just as his did. She sniffed the air in almost the same way and she knew exactly why he had woken her up. Blood.

Both of the Alorians seemed strained, self control becoming harder and harder as the footsteps outside got closer and closer. The man, Kleon, seemed particularly troubled. He hadn't fed for almost a week, while his natural superior had fed four days ago. His fangs forcefully protruded from their usual place inside his gums, as his self control dwindled. His breathing was becoming much faster as his fists clenched up. Soon all he could think about was the food outside, and how he hadn't eaten any in a week. All he needed was one, one Human, and he could be strong again, he would feel good, his hunger would be no more. He turned away from her, and started walking slowly towards the window as the Human's and sympathisers drew closer. Ivanna knew what was happening. Her self control far outmatched his at the moment, so she stood up behind him. 
"Don't you dare. All your going to do is get yourself killed, and me along with you!" She said in a hushed whisper. He didn't reply, and instead just kept walking towards the window. 
"Kleon, you idiot! Dont!" She warned, taking another step forward. But it was far too late for him now. His instincts had kicked in. He drew his sidearm and used the last bullet to shoot the window, not strong enough to smash it alone in his weakened state, he hit the broken window over and over until it broke, shards of glass cutting deep into his skin and drawing blood of his own. He didn't care. All that was on his mind was the Humans. He stepped climbed through, cutting himself more as he emerged onto the street in front of the rebels. His jaw clenched as he looked at all the [i]food[/i] in front of him. His whole body was shaking. His eyesight was red. His eyes locked with the closest Terran as he let out a low, animalistic growl. Without another word he charged at the group.

[b] Bang. Bang. Bang [/b] Three shots was all it took to take him down in his weakened state. His body fell to the floor, and the rebels searched the room he came from, gunning down the loyal soldier hiding inside. 

All over the occupied planets this tactic was being used to lure out hiding soldiers, starving soldiers, while the military fought back for them in the black sky. But not for those stranded on Ethoria. They were alone.