(Alright guys. I'm back. New rule at work, no phones. So I've reverted to my notepad. I havn't written for a while so it'll be some time before I'm back to where I was. Plus I havn't typed in a while so ignore my terrible typing and misspellings.

This part picks up with Khoya, as a dream he is having. Though it is something that really happened with him when he was serving in a FARF division.)


Khoya sat on his seat in the back of the Humvee. Thirteen of his comrades sat beside him, garbed in arctic camo, a latter style so it was a digital style print. Something he recognized as training gear but as supplies had worn thin, became standard issue in the Alaskan front. He, however, wasn't dressed in his camo. In fact, he wasn't dressed at all. He sported a cyan, skin tight pair of shorts, a utility belt, a glock strapped to his right thigh, and his SCAR laid across his lap. A lower rank than him had been eyeing him the whole 2 hour drive from base. Khoya finally broke the silence of the fourteen passengers, reading the other one one's name off his shirt, "Astros, what's on your mind? You've been staring at me the whole time."

Most of the crew laughed and the private blushed through his already red, foxish fur. "You're not wearing any armor or camo, not even anything for warmth." some of the other soldiers quieted and turned to Khoya to hear his reply.

The only other higher rank in the group was a lieutenant, who was also looking at Khoya.

"Let me tell you then." Khoya adjusted the rifle in his lap and continued, "We are about to enter an arctic combat situation against the enemy. My fur gives me just as much camouflage as your gear. I'm not weighed down and i have every bit of supplies you have minus the food, water, and blankets."

Only the private responded, "And what happens if you get stranded? no supplies? you will die."

Now all focus was fixed on Khoya. "If you go into a war hoping to come out alive, you will surely die. If you go into war accepting your fate, then victory is sure to follow. I'm not going into this battle expecting do die for my belief, I''m going to make those bastards die for theirs. Mark my words, i will not die today; Even if my body falls my spirit will still fight in this war." Khoya said these words with such devotion that every person felt it's message in their bones. When he noticed the privates silence, he motioned to the dragon next to him to switch spots with him, and they did. The fox didn't even look up at Khoya.

"Look private," Khoya kept on, "I have a mate back home that lost his father in a battle. He is hospitalized and wont even talk to me. If i can make one of these humans pay for what they've done to him then I will succeed without needing to win this fight." Some of the men shifted uncomfortably. "Stick with me, Astros." He put his arm around the younger one's shoulder. "I'll help you through this." Khoya meant these words, but doubted himself.

He has only been in a handful of battles and only as the second assault teams, going through to clean up the field and collect strays. This was his first major frontal assault group. he replaced his paw on his rifle, adjusting the fire rate to 'single'. He looked at the fox and heard on the intercom, "Get ready! Arrival to DZ in thirty seconds!"

Khoya pulled the hammer of his riffle and turned the safety off, watching the fox to make sure he did the same. He stood, as did the others. The truck jolted to a stop and the lieutenant and a sergeant swung the doors open. A bright blinding light forced Khoya to turn away quickly, and as the others in front of him ran out into the frigid air, he felt like he was running into a wall of light.