Worms.

Crawlers.

Corpses.

Where was he? What battle was this? Rho-Hux looked back at his unit. They had to be part of the Empire, right? Why was he the only one wearing old imperial gear? If this was undercover, why did no one brief him to change out of anything that could identify his allegiance? No, they were empire, and these creatures...he'd seen some like them before...
[i]5 years.
10 years.
20 years ago?[/i]
[i][color=00a651]They're eating the men! They're eating our men![/color][/i] Rho-Hux remembered shouting to the unit...some time ago.
[i]Years ago.
Months ago.
Yesterday?[/i]
Rho-Hux pointed his grappling gun at the ceiling and fired. He moved himself above the creatures as best as he could with his weapons trained on as many as he could. From here, he could fire at one of them in case they attacked.
He honestly wished some monster would attack now. He could feel a fight was coming. Besides, he needed something to kill; that was what the Empire trained him to do. They hadn't forgotten about him...
They hadn't forgotten about him...
They hadn't...