The golden wheat swayed gently as the sergeant moved his gloved hands along them. He was confused at why he had his armor on, the commando walking slowly among the enormous fields. It was so peaceful here, even being clad in his blue and white heavy-assault armor. Yet he still did not have the reason for why he was in this place. It seemed he was walking for hours on end, with no signs of other life..Until he saw it.
Matthew?
Valkren was staring at the bloodied and gruesome face of his own older brother, Matthew Calderon. He was also clad in his own commando armaments, with only the red detailing to make the difference between the two soldiers. "Matt? What are you..How?"
In an instant, his own flesh and blood lifted a blaster from the disguise of the golden shrine around them, training it on Valkren. "TRAITOR." The words screeched like nails against a chalkboard, causing the sergeant to cover his ears in pain. A round went off, the bolt slamming into his chest soon after Matthew pulling the trigger. As Calderon felt the burning sensation travel from behind his chestpiece to all of his limbs...He woke up.
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Sergeant Valkren Calderon woke up in a panic, suddenly yelling out the word "NO!" as he sat up, drenched in sweat. The word that his brother had said was now the screech of the alarm clock that was directly by his head. The commando rolled off of his flat, landing directly on his stomach.
"I'm up.." He stated, actually at a loss for words at the moment.
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