Earth Warriors (Undergoing Revision)

Chapter 61 - A Warrior's Plight

At the same time

The only light in the whole room emanated from a dim lantern that cast a dull, flickering yellow light. The walls glisten as if they were sweating. A table stands in the center and a handful of Zlocan guards with their backs to it are on standby. A security camera quietly records their every move on the right side of the ceiling. It's one of those times where Zlocans guard the most isolated places with only the best of the best to hold out each of their strongholds and such. A strategy when it comes to wars like this one.

They stand idle, almost like it's a common routine to endure at this point. Their blasters are held tightly as they stare in the empty space of the dimly lit and dull-looking room. Combat may be the Zlocan's pride, but with only a handful of Humans remaining, a bit of precaution is needed when it comes to guarding valuable individuals or information the Zlocu need the most.

"I miss going outside," a Zlocan guard mutters. The one next to him sighs while still remaining in their posture.

"It's what it is. Order from command and that's it," the female one replies with a firm yet flat tone, her shoulders lowered yet still in place. A bit of action is what they yearn for in all these moments in the fight for Earth. A fleeing chance it seems for the warriors of space.

After a few minutes of silence pass by, a beep is heard on the door, opening up revealing two fair-skinned and bald humans holding a fair-skinned female, her movements are stiff and non-responsive, not reacting to the rushed holding from the Human guards. Her mouth dripping with crimson liquid as it smears her jaw, her left eye swollen up. There's no emotion shown in her eyes, no hint of recognition nor fear. But they know the signs, they're used to the look of someone who has already given up.

Her arms are secured behind her back so there's no escape for her. They enter the room while one of the guards stands next to the door, closing it and locking it afterwards. The Zlocan guards look at the three and shift their stances, ready to spring at them if they try anything.

"Where did you find her?" The female guard asks the humans. The one closest to her salutes, then removes the rag from his head and speaks up.

"In the outskirts of the city. She was wandering the desert, god knows how she managed to survive out there. But she was out there for days, we saw no signs of struggle nor signs of anyone else in the territory."

"This is her punishment for trying to escape. She knew the risks and now she will face some well-needed re-education." The human captor next to his partner snickers for a bit, but the female guard turns her attention to him.

"Not that kind of re-education, you degenerate."

"Oh? What do you mean, miss?" the human guard asks with a cheeky tone. 

"Well, it's just that...since you're another girl who wants to do something with her, so..."

Before the female guard can even utter a word, one of the Zlocan guards steps forward, swinging his blade towards them. The blade doesn't hit them, but it's startling enough for the human guards to jump back.

"Show some respect to your superiors, humans. And don't let her fool you. She's one of our best soldiers. We have ways to teach you a lesson." He states as he wipes his blade and approaches the female human again. He stands in front of her from the other side of the table, staring into her eyes until they finally meet his own. His hand reaches up to gently cup her cheek. "Don't you think you ever thought of considering what's dangerous out there?" he asks, his words spoken with a gravelly, husky voice.

She nods, her eyes wavering.

"You should have died a long time ago," the guard states. He grabs her hair and yanks her head back. "Anyone who tries to reject Zlocan teachings is a weakling, and nothing else."