Darbin's Universe - Before The End

The universe was a dangerous, and decadent place...its worlds full of war, and violence as those of the Hera Clan struggled to gain dominance over an entire galaxy. World after world subjugated some harder than others...all of which fought back in some manner. Some to keep their heritage surrendered under threat of extermination and chaffed under the yoke of the rule of the strong. Other races fought onwards to protect their way of life, exterminated to the last man. Pathetic individuals, strong ones....did it really matter in the end? What more could they do? As Darbin sat in his battle gear, damaged, and dusty he couldn't help but breath in deeply, and try to calm himself. He looked to his allies to the right, and then to the left. They were less then what they started in. An ambush had killed the weaker members of his team. The captain killed by a trick shot, and the others wounds were severe if not treated would kill them but they didn't have a medic. Darbin's wounds were less serious thankfully the enemy had targeted his allies instead of him allowing him to mop up their stragglers when they were done. But this cave...with the wind howling around outside just meant one thing: They were probably going to die here.

[color=39b54a]"Can't say I didn't give it my all at least..."[/color] Darbin bemoaned as he coughed. He wondered how many were left? He had lost contact with command...that didn't mean for good things. Was Hera finally done? Did it over extend enough for even the higher ups to lose faith in the ground soldiers? Or did the whole chain fall apart? Still...it didn't matter much did it? As Darbin tried to sense more of his allies...he just found the hallow empty feeling in his gut that told him most of them were dead...a pity.

Perhaps it would be best for him to just close his eyes....it would all end. Darkness would take him...after all those years in the slums....perhaps it was for the best. Lost, and forgotten he would just be another mark in a book at best....As Darbin closed his eyes hoping that what few wounds he had would take him, though he knew they wouldn't for a while he suddenly felt a surge of energy run through his body and then....all was light.

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Conton City Ruins
Mushroom District

As Darbin opened his eyes after the strange surge of energy...he was keenly aware something felt...wrong? As he looked around him he saw the remains of what appeared to be shops judging by the display signs they were for clothes, and strange capsules....long since abandoned? Or had they been destroyed recently. He frowned and reached out feeling for other life forms, and in the end he found it. Some strange peculiar energy was nearby. It would seem that something beyond his own understanding had taken him away from his death. As he looks down to his chest, and legs at the wounds he had all he could do was sign, and hope they wouldn't get in the way. He tried to stand up again, and though his energy was weak he could still move it would seem. His legs responded as he walked forward. [color=39b54a]
"What happened? Is this the work of the enemy? Or did the geniuses finally make a way for them to return the dead back to life? No that is impossible this city is a ruin and there's no one near by....it was probably the work of some third party...otherwise I'd be dead even gangs know better than to leave an enemy alive, and this energy is not that of my targets. Well...at the very least I should make my way somewhere..."[/color] Darbin thought aloud he hoped that these people weren't hostile at the least a fight would make him waste the last bit of energy he had left...and besides what fighter worth his salt thought of fighting a clearly injured soldier? Hoping for answers Darbin moved forward towards where he felt the most energy concentrated some ways off.