It was a starless night. The only light was the glow of the moon, hanging in the sky like an apple, ready to plummet from it's tree. Snow fell gently onto the peaceful landscape, the only blemish being a trail of blood, ebbing from the soldier walking through the plains.

Two straps hang haphazardly from his shoulders, his green armour scorched and perforated with bullets. His right hand was pressed tightly against his abdomen, the blood oozing from between his fingers. He removed his hand and looked at it. Even on the black full-body undersuit, the blood was clearly visible. The soldier looked up, revealing his face. He was a middle aged male, with brown spiked hair, and blond tips. His face was bruised, he had a black eye, and a gash on the side of his head. His eyes had the appearance of someone who had been through too much, and were different colours: amber on his left eye, dark grey for his right.

Finally, he saw a lone tree, with the body of a woman, clad in blue armour, with a brown trim, resting underneath. He immediately began to jog over to the body, a look of joy on his face. When he reached the body, he rolled it over, so her face looked up. At first glance, she was beautiful: shoulder-length brunette hair, with a streak of blue coloring, the same shade as her armour, going down her left side. Her face was slightly discoloured, as if she had been beaten. But her eyes were an epitome of true beauty: ice-blue orbs that appeared to drill into your soul. But they did not see. The woman was dead.

The male soldier's face transformed from one of joy, to one of despair. How could this woman be dead? She wouldn't just die on him. He slipped his hand under her body, and cradled her within his chest, quietly heaving sobs. His blood continued to pour out from the wound in his abdomen, but he no longer felt the throbbing pain.

*crunch*

The soldier whirled around, and ended up face to face with the barrel of a M6C Magnum, held by a cloaked man. He couldn't be seen properly; coupled with the black cloak and hood over his head, he was virtually invisible. The soldier's mouth moved, struggling to find words.

"Who are you?" He whispered.

The cloaked figure said nothing. Instead, he raised his left arm, aiming the Magnum directly at the soldier's head. And just as he pulled the trigger, in the sudden flash, and the explosion that could be heard a planet away, the soldier noticed something before the darkness enveloped his sight.

His killer had a robotic left arm.