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

Welcome to the second story-writing debate tournament.The rules and voting guidelines will be provided here:S&G will be awarded as usualConduct will only be awarded to the side that forfeits least (cursing within the story is allowed as this is a story)Arguments will be awarded for the side providing the more interesting continuation of the story.Sources will be awarded to the side with better writing techniques and displays a better ability with writing a story.Both sides will produce a story starting with the Instigator. One story will be created, and must be continued on from both parties within the debate. (recommended that the Instigator gives a title for their story before starting)For more information both about the tournament and the member's involved, please visit: http://debate.org...The first round is for acceptance. The Title of the story would be: "Omega" Leaves float gently towards the ground. Soft whispers of the wind echoes through the treetops. Silver streaks of moonlight filtered through the leaves, hallowing rows upon uneven rows of the majestic woods, darkened by the night. The cackling sound of prey as they are surprised by the howls of the predators that ran through the forest resounded eerily. Occasional twitches as night animals stalked their way across the leaf covered floor. A faint smell of burnt cigars wafted through the trees. Curled up in the shadows of a base of an oak, an unmoving figure made rest. Head tucked in between the knees, with the arms wrapped protectively around the neck, the silhouette went unnoticed to the ferocious predators swarming all around. Shrill whistles surrounded this being, but it remained quiet. A swishing sound, like that of a shaking wash basin filled to the brim, came faintly to the ears of this sleeping contour. The right ears twitched in the direction of the sound. Waving slowly, the pointed ear was followed gracefully by the top appendage. The being’s eyes remained shut as it concentrated on the sound. It breathed in deeply and stood up, mind buzzing. That’s not possible! Its mind screamed for it to run. It squinted its eyes in sleepy irritation. A red glow emanated from its eyeballs and lit up the space in front of it. It saw shafts of light beaming down towards the trees. It raised both hands and wiped them down its face, as though removing some veil, opening its eyes wide at the same moment. It stooped down and wrapped its fingers around a small pack which had laid unseen upon the ground before stumbling off in a halting run towards the east, wearily glancing backwards. Several hours later... The orange glow of a rising sun tickled through the trees in precisely the same manner as the moon before. It came with the rousing trumpets of thousands of insects announcing the dawn of a new day. Red-Eye had crossed two tributaries by the time it dawned. Cracks, like gunshots, rose from his every footstep. Omega! It screamed at itself, be more careful! Omega snapped out of his drowsiness. It was going to be a long day, he reminded himself. For twenty two hours more, sunlight would shine on this wild wilderness. He drew his bottle from the pack. Two hours till I can get more. He was scared, scared of the things which pursued him. He unscrewed the lid of his bottle and gulped down the precious liquid before replacing it. He trudged on. Besides the pack, Omega had on a pants made of thick cured lizard skin. For a top covering, he had a woollen shirt that was fraying at the seams. He’d heard that it was made of an extinct animal. A sheep. His boots were metal capped military issue boots. For ten years, he had served in the conniving human military. He served with much distinction as an intelligence gatherer. He was a spy. No more. Betrayed by the High Command, he was declared a traitor to the human empire for a supposed crime and a death-mark was placed on his head. That was three weeks ago, and now, he was being hunted like a wild animal, on this wild planet. Omega had crash-landed on this strange world, his pointy ears yelling at him to run from the sound of the crafts above the burning wreck. His glowing eyes had enabled him to survive in the dark and light alike for so long, but now they were closer than ever before. The night previous they had almost caught him asleep. His senses, naturally sharp, and heightened by the training he had received, served him poorly that night. He reached the tributary just before he ran out of water. Kneeling on the sandy bank, he took in the water in large ragged gulps. He filled both himself and the bottle before clambering to some large boulders besides the water. Stacked like a shelter, they hid him from the clear sky above. He slumped his pack on the sand, his senses alerting him to danger at the same instant. He sprung backwards from his pack just as a serpent snapped out at him. He fumbled for the small knife in his back-pocket. Unsheathing it, he swung at the reptile with seemingly jerky moves. His trained hand soon found the serpent’s neck, and its head thumped on the sand. Wiping the bloodied blade on his pants, he cleanly removed the blood and proceeded to re-sheath the knife. He wearily clumped to the floor and drew the carcass closer to him. Dipping his gnarled hands into the pack, he withdrew a hooked blade, with which he began to strip off the flesh from the animal. This task took him less than a quarter of an hour, at which point he placed the strips on the uppermost boulder to dry in the sun. His stomach growling, Omega drew out a small brownish cube on which he began to gnaw. Overcome by exhaustion, the spy soon slumped off into the land of dreams. Little did he realize that his predators had intentionally herded him towards these boulders like cornered prey. Several miles away, the churn of craft motors could be heard distinctly as they approached the doomed being. Six of them soon showed themselves, radially spaced over the sky surrounding Omega. He woke to the screech of the predator he had designated “Killers.” Ferocious hunters, they had long fangs, and even longer tails. Their whole body was covered in alternating bony spikes and leathery hide. He had only caught sight of them a few times, but now he saw the crafts above raining fire on the forest below, following the path made by these fearsome beasts. He could smell the terror flowing from these creatures. Anger knotted his guts, and he grabbed his pack, only to notice the other crafts coming in from the other directions. Stopping in his tracks, the spy swivelled his head around, memorizing every little detail as his eyes took them in. He was going to need to know his ground. He harshly ripped open the pack and began to ready himself for battle. Pistol in holster, loaded and ready, strap to the left thigh.Throwing disks, small of the back. Hooked knives, ankles. Stun grenades, hips. Hunting knife, right thigh. Non-slip gloves, hands. Flex fingers. His body mechanically followed as he thought out his preparations. He drew a long drought of water, and steadied himself as he observed the craft speed towards his position. They surrounded the sky over him, and hovered there. Omega had nowhere to run. Come at me! He snarled at the crafts, watching them as well as the Killers who now circled his position. Metallic ladders unfurled themselves from the underbelly of the crafts, and the screech of the Killers grew ever louder. Continued by Zaradi