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The siege was going to hell. 3/4 of the entire Storm Eagles were shot down. Among them, Alyx and Takara. The Comet Brigade was vital to taking the Clunkers by surprise and easing the assault on the cross-roads, securing the 77th Army's rear flank. Yet the Clunkers had placed OLO-SAM's near the edge of the Gros Bois forest, under camo, effectively slaughtering the the 202nd.

Vandal was shot down in the industrial zone of Bastogne, south-west of downtown. He was covered in rust and metal shavings, and breathed in nothing but noxious fumes and dust. His Storm Eagle layed a few feet infront of him, impaled on rusted beams and steel rods. It layed there, its armour shattered and cracked, blood seeping out, and its whole lower left half blown clean off. It still twitched, no doubt in agony.

Vandal shook his head and sneezed out dust. He held his hands up, both paws intact and not broken, then patted himself down, no holes or new piercings. He laid his head back with a thud, his helmet shifting forward, covering his eyes. He sighed and tried to remember the dizzying flight down, only to conjure up the sudden rocket plume and then a sudden high pitch scream from his Eagle. Then he blanked in and out, seeing the sky at one moment, then the ground at another.

Before he knew it, Vandal and his Eagle had crashed into the metal roof of an old factory, bouncing off of beams in the ceiling, then machinery on the ground, before sliding across the concrete floor. After that, he did not know how his Eagle had become impaired, as he blacked out again.

The Eagle began to make feeble cries at it laid writhing in pain. Vandal slowly sat up, his body beginning to take in the full shock of the fall, and crawled towards the dying creature. It tried to raise its wings, but cried out and let them fall limp to the ground. Vandal removed his King Cobra Revolver and pulled back the hammer. The Eagle turned its head to him and tried to cry out, but only spat up blood. The Wolf removed the shattered head gear on the Eagle and pet its ruined feathers back. He made cooing noise to ease the dying creature. It stopped twitching and rested its head in Vandal's paw. It blinked a few times, a tear rolling down its cheek, before closing its eyes.

Vandal put the barrel against the Eagle's temple, and he too closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger.

It was a clean mercy killing. The Eagle's body went limp as its brain was vaporised by plasma, no longer suffering in pain...

It was always painful, to kill such a majestic work of art, each creature a long and tiresome toil. To paint with the source of all life is no easy task when you have to create specific, highly detailed creature, whereas most would have a problem simply trying to devise and sketch what they wish to create.

Vandal patted the hollow skull and gently rested it on the ground. Getting up, he checked to make sure he had all his gear. He reached for his back, and to his dismay, his C17 Doe Carbine was gone, likely flung off as he tumbled from the sky. For now, he shall fight with his trusty revolver.

More clouds of smoke streaked a cross the sky, followed by blood and bloody messes falling from the heavens. One of the beautiful angles of the sky landed near by outside, leaving trails of blood in its wake as its showered down on Vandal.He shook his head and wiped the blood from his fur, and ran outside to see if the rider was still among the living.

Vandal ran outside, into the parking lot. There was a set of warehouses to his left, gravel pits ahead, and the factory he crashed in, to his right and behind. The streaks of blood left behind by his fellow fighter's Eagle, lead to an office building at the other end of the parking lot. The Wolf rushed over, hoping to find someone to fight next to.

The Eagle crashed through the wall and bounced around inside, coming to a stop at the other end of the hall way that stretched through the office. Fluorescent lights and plasmid-filled pipes hung from the ceiling. Water sprayed from the walls, making a soggy mess of fallen ceiling tiles. Office supplies littered the floor and shattered panes of glass reflected light from a small fire started from the plasma. The hardwood floor was cracked and splintered, a trail leading to where the Eagle slid and bounced through. Vandal carefully trecked through the debris and rubble, trying desperately to find something living.

But what he found, he hoped it could not be...

A pair of blue Bunny ears stuck up from under the dead Eagle, pining it's rider to the wall. Vandal clammered over a chuck of fallen wall and titles, and through the blood pooling around the seeping wound in the Eagle's torso. About a foot form the ears, he heaved the bloody mess of the Eagle up enough to grab the bunny by the collar and pull him out from beneath.

Letting the dead body slump back down, Vandal slung the bunny over his shoulder and carried him out side, to the parking lot, and layed him next to a demolished car. Vandal checked the Bunny to see if he was breathing, resting his paw on the Bunny's chest to feel it rise and fall. He then moved up the the Bunny to rest his ear near his mouth, checking to see if he his breathing was clear and unobstructed.

He rub the Bunny's tummy, trying to gently wake him up, bring him back to consciousness. The fur felt smooth and and silk-like between Vandal's long claws. He scratched gently at the smooth skin beneath. It had been too long since he had held this bunny in his arms. The scent of the little blue bundle brought back memories from Paratrooper training.

Vandal leaned over and pressed the side of his muzzle up against the Bunny's cheek. He could hear his shallow breathing, before he let out a small gron. Vandal sat up and smiled down at the Bunny. He petted his long, soft ears, holding them in his palms.

The Bunny opened his eyes, his dark brown iris standing out against his blue fur, shimmering in the noon sun, and blinked a few times, before leaning up and hugging Vandal tenderly. Vandal slid his hand down the Bunny's back and pressed him up close, his other hand cradling the Bunny's head, scritching lightly.

"i've missed you... Bunneh..." Vandal whispered, kissing the top of his his head.

"I've missed you too, Vandal..." replied Bunneh, burying his head in the Wolf's body armour.

"Where's you boyfriend?" The Wolf asked.

"The Pacific...somewhere..." The Bunny replied.

Vandal nodded his head. He remembered he had a promise to help Bunneh find his way back to his love once this war was over. Of course, nothing comes easy, life likes to be that way to this Wolf, but no matter the cost, he would hold his promise until up to his dying breath.

Vandal let go of Bunneh and helped him up. "We've got to move." The Wolf said, "The Clunker's will come looking for us."

The four foot Bunny nodded his head in agreement, his long ears bouncing as he did. "Where to then, sir?"

Vandal looked about. "There's really no where to go except towards the city. We should try to avoid enemy contact. Let us go through that granit lot over there." He pointed towards the south-west. "We can skirt around the edge of the industries and head north to the city, see if we can find anyone else."

The pair set off into the gravel pit on the other side of the road.They weaved there way through the piles of rock and granite, keeping low and as quite as possible. They came to a conveyor belt, whereas Vandal told Bunneh to climb up and scout ahead.

Bunneh made the signal for all clear, scuttling back down the conveyor. Ahead was a Ferrus Factorum, an Iron Factory of the ClunkerNaughts, abandoned and burned out. The lot that would have held produced material was cratered and littered with bombed out vehicles.

Making heist, the two ran along the blackened wall behind shells of vehicles for cover, until the Wolf grabbed Bunneh by the arm and yanked him back. A report rang out just as a bullet ricocheted off the synth-steel wall, leaving a large dent and chips of metal.

The pair dropped to the ground, Bunneh a bit shakened bit fine, while Vandal perred out under a truck body. "I lost my carbine in my fall. What do you have on you?"

"Just a Scorpion and a pea-shooter."

"Dam."

"What now?"

Vandal contemplated the question, looking around to guess their best options. Any direction was open, and Clunker snipers where not known to miss twice. The only other option he could think of, was to go through the massive Factorum and find a way into the city through their.

He sighed softly and looked for a way in. Further down was a charred blast hole, exposed rebar and insulant jutting at twisted angles. "Over there, we make a break for that hole." Bunneh looked and nodded warily. "I'll faint going right and you make a quick run for the hole; I'll be right behind you."

Bunneh made to a crouch and breathed heavily, Vandal knelt at the opposite side and made ready for his quick faint.

The Wolf counted down quietly. "3...2...1..." He lunged forward, then as quickly, pulled himself back. A second longer and he would have lost his head, as a round exploded into the facade behind him. In the same instance, The Blue Bunny ran out, making a mad dash to the hole in the wall, The Wolf running just as quickly behind him.

The Clunker-Marksman was debating which to shoot first. His logic-mind calculated which was the more valuable target versus who was the easiest to gun down first. He corrected for the wind and adjusted his firing angel, frustrated with himself for missing twice. He took aim at the small bundle of fur, ears flopping back and forth as it ran.

He squeezed the trigger, a high-calibre slung sailed through the barrel, then the air as it arched, punching a hole through the right ear, above the scalp. Blood, flesh and fur flew as Bunneh stumbled and rolled, struggling against the pain and clambered into the hole. The Clunker-Marksman reloaded another .70 Calibre, now infuriated, his logic-mind being drowned out by his instinctual fury.

In that moment, The Wolf ran as the Clunker reloaded. He pushed himself to the brink, not wanting to be the next target. He dove sideways into the hole, grabbing Bunneh and pulling him in. The Clunker had slammed home the bolt so hard it cracked slightly. He pulled the trigger instinctually, barly giving his Logic-Mind a chance to calculate a proper trajectory. The trigger bent outwards and lost its shape as the round arched through the air, sailing towards its target with unjust hatred. He yelled in utter anger and frustration, a primal roar few ears could hear.

The Wolf could hear the whiz of the bullet, passing between his and Bunneh's faces'. It sailed on and embedded in a nearby iron column. The pair landed with a rather ruff "thump." Bunneh groaned softly and grabbed at his ear, blood streaking down his face, hard contrast to his blue fur. Vandal put his paw too against the wound and hurried behind some proper cover.

Setting the poor bundle of fur against the wall, he gently moved Bunneh's paw out of the way, thee wound slowly clotting. The Wolf reached for some reserve bandages and pads, working quickly to patch up the wound and stop the bleeding. "You'll have another shiny to match your ear piercing, hunny." Bunneh sat still, not even looking his friend in the eyes, only is erratic breathing a sign of life.

Vandal shook his head softly and finished patching up the wound. He leaned in softly and hummed a few words. Bunneh looked up, tears ready to fall from his beautiful blue eyes. Vandal ran a paw softly down the blue bundle's cheek and held him softly. "It's only the adrenalin high, you'll be fine soon enough. I'm here, I'll keep you safe and look after you." Those big blue ears bounced softly as their owner wrapped his arms around his friend.

The Wolf sighed softly. Blood still dribbled from the wound on to his cheek, but there was little else to do. They had to start moving though. Kill teams where known to move in within a few minutes of engagement of stranded soldiers.

The factorum was bleak and stark. Very little machinery remained, what was left was charred and destroyed beyond recognition. The support columns where either black with soot or rust red in weathering. Work pits ran the length of one section of the production room, this factorum probably being a tank or Walker facility.

The pair continued through the factorum, bleak and dark even in the midday sun. The occasional heavy weapon report or sniper fire rang in the hollow halls of synth-metal.

"Vandal, where are we going?" quipped Bunneh rather quietly. "I'm feeling sick in this lung rusting air..."

"I know. I'm starting to feel it too. I wish I could say I know where we're going, but every Factorum is different. If only this was like the one in Archangel..."

"You never talk of what happened there."

The Wolf looked away into the distant hall, not replying or looking at his friend. Just as quickly, his face lit up. From atop a stairwell, his Doe Carbine hung from the roof, caught by a jutting support beam.

"Come, let's hurry! I would feel a little more at ease with my rifle back!" The pair made haste, their boots ringing out against the synth-steel steps. At the fourth floor, Vandal stood on the railing and snatched his rifle back, slinging it over his shoulder and cradling it close to him.