Famer's Story-writing debate tournament Round#1 Muted VS Zaradi

The burst of energy expanding from the house threw Omega forwards as he ran and he fell. His head slammed into the soft snow carpeting the ground. Splotchy patches appeared on his vision and he shook his head dizzily. He gasped for breath and flattened himself against the dirt. The whizzing of another missile could be distinctly heard as his assassins widened their target field in an ever growing circle. Stealthily crawling towards the flaming pile of rubble, he slowly picked his way to the center of the crumbled building. As he sat up on his haunches, he observed the explosions all around him and smiled. Standard extermination pattern. The Ex-Teams would never think that he’d gone back to the very place that had once been of such danger. He peered down to the touch screen device strapped onto his wrist. One by one, the signals of his teammates went silent. He slid a finger over his screen, and deactivated his own signal. The bombardment continued. He leaned back against a hot pile of concrete, and yawned as he watched the world he had been assigned to burn. He had no sympathy for the people dying in the hundreds.After an hour, and three hundred square miles of utter desolation, the fires training down on the planet stopped. He watched as the crafts above him sped star-wards, and began sliding his palm over his touch screen. With a few touches, the large concrete slab on which he was sitting rose with shrill creaking noises. The mechanism had been slightly damaged by the attack. He clambered off the slab and slid down into the hollow below. The rush of the ground as it sped up towards him vanished, and he rolled forwards, with his head tucked between his knees, as he hit the hard surface. The air whooshed out of his lungs, and he flattened out on the floor. He gingerly picked himself up, swiped the screen again to replace the slab, and vanished into the dark caverns leading away.After three miles of running at full speed in the watery underground tunnel he swung his pack to his chest and withdrew a high-powered flashlight. It was as small as his little finger, and he pointed it towards the ground searchingly. The blue tinged light shone down upon the water like moonlight on a still lake. The shimmer of the water as Omega stepped from puddle to puddle gave rise to echoes which resounded through the cave. Omega too a deep ragged breath as he stepped into a deep pool. The floor of the puddle immediately sank beneath his weight, and he was dunked into a stinking pool of water. He clutched at his nostrils and waited for the shaft to cease receding. About four meters down, and with the weight of the water throbbing down on his ears, a plate slid into place above him, and began to rise upwards. The water surrounding him began seeping away towards the sides.A slow drumming rhythm began playing in his head as he threaded out of the capsule and into his very own spacecraft. Enough to fit two crew plus a pilot, it had been hidden away in this remote place for over two weeks. He plonked his pack onto the navigator’s chair and began running a system’s check. He sat in the pilot’s chair and began planning out his course of action. He would humble his enemies before disposing of them. To do so, he required the documents that Eamon had compiled. That would need some patience. He wiped the grime off his countenance and began plotting a course for Post-Plan Sierra. Dark memories of this world haunted his every move. His jaws tightened as he recalled. He was born on the world. Recruited on it. Trained on it. Surgically altered on it. The list continued to muzzle his intelligence. He shook away his memories, refusing to let them surface any further. The drumming in the back of his head grew a little more persistent. The cavern above him began to peel away as he started up the main drives. Automated system, he chuckled to himself. Drips of water splashed down on the viewscreen as the water lost their support. His grin widened, and he began tapping out the beat in his head. One...two...three...four... He sunk down into the rhythm as he began ascending into the stars. Five hundred light years away and ten hours later...“Imminent warp reversal. Imminent warp reversal. Imminen...” The clang of the warning bell and the monotonous voice of the ship’s computer woke Omega from his sleep. He sleepily fumbled for the controls. Just as he grabbed the control stick, space warp reversed, and he found himself staring out into a world shining with a dark brilliance. He paged the intercom. “Atavius One to Control. Do you have me on your scanners?” He paused and waited a second before repeating his query.“Control to Atavius One. We have you. State the purpose of your visit.” He smiled wryly. “Just passing through. Picking up supplies.” “Copy that, Atavius One. Proceed to Platform thirteen. Pad Five-Dee-Gee.” “Thanks, Atavius One out.” He cut the connection before Control could ask any more questions. He veered his craft towards the platform and set the controls to auto-pilot the ship to the landing pad. Once it entered the atmosphere, he opened the hatch under the cockpit and suited up for a jump. The craft descended quickly towards the landing pad. He snatched his pack from the Nav. seat and jumped through the hatch. The whooshing sound of air as he sped through the atmosphere slammed against his helmet. His wrist device monitored the distance to ground level. The blood rushed to his face, and he pulled on the parachute trigger. It bubbled out like smoke from a fire, and Omega felt himself being pulled upright. Within a few moments, he could see the ground rushing up towards him, and he yanked on the brakes. The speed at which he had been falling slowed almost imperceptibly, and his feet touched the ground. He began running. In front of him, as if on cue, a pipe burst, spewing forth sewage and gases, which soon ignited. The flames crept towards him, and he frantically tried to remove the parachute from himself. The parachute floated gently onto the flames, and the rigging caught fire. As the flames crawled over the ropes, he untangled himself from the burning mess and sprang as far as possible from the blaze. Removing his helmet, he breathed a huge sigh of relief and stared at the charred parachute. Snapping his pistol to shoulder level, he eyed the deserted surrounding. Treading carefully past the exploded pipe, he swivelled his weapon at every imaginable corner of the complex. He was in the very center of the refuse processing plant. He holstered the pistol and withdrew his binoculars from the pack. Taking stealthy steps, he navigated his way through the plant towards the perimeter. Distally, he could hear the sirens of fire-crafts as they raced towards the scene of his landing. This is going to be difficult. He reached the fence just as shouts of “intruder” rang through the complex.The loud wail of an alarm siren slammed into his ears. He covered them with his palms to no avail. It was as though someone had placed the ringing inside his head. The drumming was drowned out. He could see armed men dashing towards him, speaking into their helmets. He gritted his teeth in agony. Rage filled his stomach. He tried to shut out the wailing. Behind his head, a figure sprang from the pipes. “Don’t move! Red-Eye.” Omega started reaching for his pistol. “I said. Don’t move. Hands up!” Slowly, Omega raised his hands above his head and waited for the inevitable cuffs to place themselves firmly on his wrists. The armed men surrounded him.The device on his wrist began beeping. Continued by Zaradi...