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[candyguy]

People don't realize the importance of others. People don't seem to understand the great design they have in not only their lives, but also the lives of others. That's why I thank myself for helping these people. However, I've yet to find out who I really am. What is my purpose in this world. The war is tomorrow morning, I've got a plan to succeed. "What? Lifeforms?" As I look down at my scanner, I see a reading of a group of unidentified lifeforms. I rush from my position at the main gate to the armory. I looked around. 'No sign of the General,' I thought, 'Just the head of the technological department. Hmm. I guess he'll suffice.' He was reading a report on, 'People of the desert, raw strength, or terrified cowards?'As I walked up to him, a loud explosion from outside sent a shockwave that caused the entire armory to shake.
As I looked out the window, I saw a large blue transport that laned right outside the 2nd gate. As the transport turned to face the armory, two wing mounted Starstriker .80 cal miniguns appeared. Expecting it to fire, I ducked behind the wall. After a minute of not attacking, a hatch opened, and an injured pilot staggered out. After reaching the 3rd gate, the miniguns opened fire, eradicating everything between us and the 2nd gate, including the pilot. The transport then fired two flares into the sky, one red, one green. It then began to fly away, as it was about 800 meters away, a turret from our defence line fired at the transport striking the right wing engine, and sending the flying monstrosity into the sea.
After the attack, we sent a team out to see if there was anything on the pilot to link us to the attackers. Unfortunately, there was nothing left of the pilot to obtain. Therefore we're going down to the cove to see if we can get anything of use from the destroyed transport.
Little did I know that e would be getting into something that we couldn't get out of.

To be continued.