Thread: The Retribution Chronicles: P Y R E & Ser Issac of Clarke

Mom, you have to get on that transport. I will find my way off the- he began. Gunshots rang out and caught Wills attention. They stood in what had once been a wheat field, now trampled flat and leveled to make an evacuation center. The horizon had once been covered in trees, now it was filled with flickering red light and the screeching of distant crickets, screams of those unlucky enough to get to the evacuation point as fast as possible. The Swarm was coming, time was running out. If they didn't get off the ground soon, no Thoran was going to survive this. They couldn't be slowed down it appeared as they were seemingly without end. A force that slaughtered millions in hours. Time was against the Alliance and everyone knew it. The transport is leaving! Last chance kid!! barked the door gunner. Will looked at his mom, sadness in his eyes and a sad smile on his face. Its okay Mom. Ill find my way back to you he said. He didn't wait for his mother to reply, just pushed her onto the transport and motioned for the ship to leave. He stood quietly as the transport's engines began to hum at a higher pitch, slowly lifting off the ground and taking aim towards the stars. Will watched and hoped his mother would forgive him. This was one promise he couldn't keep. This was where Will was destined to die, on a trampled field of wheat and his body torn to shreds by the endless scourge that was the Swarm.... Will awoke with a start. The young man a boy really was sweating, a frantic look in his eyes. Another nightmare. His last night on Thora. Only this time he did what he should have done. Mom. Every time he woke up from his nightmares, he always expected to be back home, see his mother, Dad, his older brother Michael. All of them alive and life proceeding as normal as it should have been. Instead, he woke up knowing the truth. They were dead, torn to shreds by monsters like something out a child's story book. Then it happened. Sadness turned into fear, fear into anger, anger into determination. Hed kill every single creature that got in his path. Nothing short of the hand of God would stop him. Tear them to shreds with his bare hands if he had to. Thankfully, the Alliance was happy to put a gun in his hand. William Hendricks was one of the few survivors of the Fall of Thora. 1 of almost 2,300 1 of almost 700 Thorans who were set on retaking Thora back and killing as many Swarm as they could find. Unlike those 700, Will was untrained. Merely a new recruit who joined the Alliances ranks. That was where Will was going. He was aboard a transport nearing the infamous Hells Gate, the Alliances training ground on the desert planet of Arkon. The ship was filled to capacity, almost 60 men and women in all. Will only knew one of them, a fellow Thoran whod survived the massacre. A childhood friend. His very last connection to Thora. He'd known them since they were kids, looked out for them like they were his own sibling yet they looked almost nothing alike and at least in his mind acted nothing alike. William was rather tall, standing at just 6 feet tall. His build was lean, muscles like rip chord tight and strong. A product of his days spent playing sports in school. In the time since the Fall of Thora, Will had begun growing a rather scraggly beard that was the same color and consistency as the hair on his head, curly and almost black as pitch. The most striking feature about him was his eyes. God his eyes..... Such a deep shade of brown that in the right light it was as though his eyes were black. He had a face you could imagine laughing, smiling, enjoying life but hardship had turned him into someone else. Not the same boy who left Thora, but a young man seeking to avenge his own people. Last edited Jan 8, 2019