The war against the xeluths is over. The long gruesome battles. The smell of burning bodies, and ash came to an end. During the war humans were always sent first. The whole “rangers lead the way” they saw us as unflinching and fearless. God how wrong they were.

H:I sit, head in hands as the celebration of the war coming to an end blares off. I can’t help but flinch at the sounds of the fireworks and explosions. The yelling…it all sounds like the battlefield.

A:”AH LT Ryan THERE…you are…” the comrade looks confused ‘what? Why is the human shaking’ he thinks watch his LT flinch with every shock and blast “Alex…?”

Ryan:he just sit there “I want to go home…God please take me home”

A:can only watch as it starts coming together. They were never angels of death. Just people fighting to survive