He sat at the bar with his shotgun sitting beside him. His name was Draken, an ex-soldier with a violent temper. He wasn't all that old being 36, but his worn and tired face made him seem much older. As Draken sat at his table, somewhat listening to what the two men at the bar were saying, he started drifting into thought.

It was 13 years ago, just as the darkness had started to spread throughout the world. Draken was on an assignment to take out an enemy stronghold near their own camp. He was with his buddy Gertor on the mission, so he felt as if he could take the whole enemy force with just him and Gertor. They were also in the squad with 5 other soldiers and their sergeant, Visser Hersin. They made their way up the path toward their goal when Hersin stopped them all. "Look, I know you're not rookies, but you're gonna be facing a force 3 times our size," said the sergeant, "so don't get reckless. You all have the experience and hardware to take them out, remember that."

They moved in on the target, a reasonably large facility, but nothing he hadn't attacked before. Draken carried, like always, his shotgun. He was an approved expert in all firearms and high tech weaponry, but he liked using the shotgun the most. That wasn't all he was carrying though; he also had a submachine gun, two uzis, a .45 magnum, and a standard rocket launcher. As far as artillery was concerned, he had no worries.

There were two guards outside the fort, which they dispatched quickly with the snipers. Now it was Draken's turn; he was supposed to use a rocket from the launcher and take out the front door and hopefully draw out some of their troops for the snipers. He set the launcher on his shoulder and fired, destroying most of the front wall, and then came the soldiers.

There must have been 70 or 80 of them just running out like there was no end to them, and with just 5 of Draken's squad--him, Gertor, Sergeant Hersin, and the snipers. It was another base, not the one they were supposed to hit. Hersin started yelling orders through the chaos. "GERTOR, DRAKEN, GET THE LAUNCHERS OUT AND FIRE ONE TO THE RIGHT OF THEM AND ONE TO THE LEFT OF THEM, I'LL FIRE A ROCKET RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE WHERE THEY'LL BE HUDDLED, DO IT!"

No more needed to be said; Draken got the launcher out and so did Gertor. He fired to the right, Gertor shot to the left, and the sergeant shot down the middle as soon as theirs had hit the ground. They had taken out about 84% of their troops and the snipers were busy lowering the number one by one, but not fast enough because new troops kept coming out of the base by the threes and fours. And Gertor did something he shouldn't have; he got out his launcher and he was gonna fire a rocket out at the fuel supply at the corner of the facility. Hersin kept yelling at him to cease his action, but Gertor loaded the rocket and sent it flying at the fuel when Hersin shot Gertor seconds after the Rocket had been launched. Draken yelled, "NOOOOO," but his scream was muffled by the Fort blowing up sky high.

When the explosion had silenced, Draken punched his sergeant and drew his shotgun, pointing it at Hersin. "Why did you kill him!!" Draken yelled.

Hersin got up. "Ugh.....he was taking glory from his sergeant, I should get the credit for taking out the base, not him, he was just a piece of ****, a worthless soldier, the same as you are-"

BANG! Draken shot Hersin with the shotgun.....

After that, the Moclin Soldier Corporation said he was to leave with dishonorable discharge, but before leaving, he stole a boatload of weapons and blew up the base where he was stationed. Draken was now branded as a wanted criminal by both Moclin, and strangely, the Nox Militia. But he was gonna get payback on both Moclin and Nox. He was going to destroy the Zendenn Science Facility.