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He immediately leaps onto the enemy ship and, with a single shot, manages to land a solid shot on the enemy captain. The ship immediately surrenders right after.
The footage changes again.
An Admiral in his early 30s stand in the middle of a trench with a dozen other soldiers. They're all wearing the same bulky military tunic and steel helmet, each armed with a long rifle with a bayonet on it. Most of them are too scared to hop into activate combat.
Except for the Admiral. He immediately leaps out of the trench with a burning zeal in his eyes, screeching at the top of his lungs as he charges into No Man's Land.
<span class="mu-s">"Ah. The War to End All Wars. That's what we called it."</span> The Admiral's voice drips with obvious contempt. <span class="mu-s">"If only they knew how foolish we were."</span>
The footage changes again.
The Admiral, now in his 60s, stands before in a foreign land you can't even begin to wrap your head around. The architecture is similar to T-Corp's but you know that T-Corp doesn't border any oceans. In the far distance, you see something blooming. A mushroom shaped cloud? The Admiral stands there as a blast wave begins to approach him. Smirking as it finally hits him. He barely moves from the force of the blast wave.
<span class="mu-s">"Humanity's knack for destruction is the only thing I still admire about it. I believe K-Corp still produces those, in fact."</span>
The footage changes again.
There's barely anything visible on the screen. A thick, dark smog surrounds everything but the Admiral. A wide, wicked smirk crosses the man- No. He's not a man anymore. The bright glow from his eyes tells you whatever humanity was in the Admiral has long since vanished.
There's nothing left but ruins around him and the sound of slick, wet meat moving through the fog. In the Admiral's hand is a double barrel shotgun oozing more smoke into the smog filled air. For a moment, something with way too many arms jumped out of him, raising its many tendrils up to smash him into the dirt.
<span class="mu-s">BANG!</span> With one swift motion, the beast explodes. You have no idea what that thing was but even a mere glimpse is enough to make everyone else watching it queasy.
<span class="mu-s">"The Smog War. 1986. Such a grand, grand time to be alive."</span> The Admiral drools at seeing the footage. <span class="mu-s">"That's when my world died. That's when YOUR world was born. Remember that, kids."</span>
The camera shuts off.
<span class="mu-s">"Ah. It's so good to relive those old, ancient memories."</span> The Admiral snaps his fingers and before your eyes is a small, ancient syringe. He picks it up, jabs it right into his arm, and draws a dark royal purple fluid. He repeats this three more times before tossing the syringes towards your side of the table.
<span class="mu-s">"You've been a grand piece of entertainment, Nicole. Keep these."</span>
[SCHOLAR OF THE CITY] That's not C-Extract. That's not A-Energy. That's ICP-Energy. Not even P-Company knows how to consistently produce it.
