Chapter 6: Khain took cover behind one of the crashed choopers’, giving cover fire while his wounded comrades joined him. Khain tossed a smoke grenade to give everyone cover while they made their way to the depots. There was about three or four who could fight, but they low on ammo and moral. Khain tried to draw as much fire as he could without getting shot himself. They arrived at a huge trench occupied with it least a fifty other Velon mercs, not including themselves.
Khain ran through the trench with the others, while battle raged between the Velon and Kazar troops. The sounds a battle ringed in Khain’s skull, making it hard for him to maneuver properly. The aftershock of the bombs would occasionally force Khain to the ground, but he recovered quickly.
Khain finally made it to the small district of depots. The battle worn troops that followed him were assisted by the medics, who had use of a depot using it as temporary hospital.
Khain could see many other troops heading into what looks like the HQ of their force.
He followed them in hopes of finding the force commander in charge.
When he entered, he scanned the depot for anyone who looked like the commander. They had supplies being loaded into the depot, while what was already their was being loaded out or used as a table. Khain took the moment of opportunity to restock on supplies, while he searched for who was in charge.
Finally, he found a bunch Wovlarks and Outlaws surrounding a bunch of crates. Khain approached them and saw an entire map of the facility laid out on the crates.
One of the Wovlarks looked very familiar and not in a good way. He wore a bullet proof vest and had a white cowboy hat on. The Wovlark noticed Khain staring and responded in a hostile voice. “Who the hell are you? I thought I told you Sligs to get out their and hold them back.” Khain hesitated, then gave a salute before he replied. “I am private Khain. My chopper was shot down and I lost contact with my squad.”
The Wovlark let out a loud laugh. Khain realized who he was, then dropped his salute in anger. It was the Warden from the Magog prison. He was the force commander.
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