Cold air burned his lungs as he dashed behind a rocky cover. The planet at the edges of human space was a chilly tundra. It had plain name and no important resources to speak of. Almost no fauna, little vegetation, only a small settlement of mixed species, but dominated by homo sapiens. It wasn’t something Jaron Levi cared about now, but three Earth Directorate soldiers. Wars swept through human countries and district like a tide. Despite enormous technology advancement, humans couldn’t let go of old borders. It showed how territorial animals they were; that deep down they haven’t change one bit. Earth dwellers had been the same ever since their ancestors discovered that you can bash another’s skull with a rock. Jaron wasn’t an introspective intellectual, he never pondered on that. All he knew was how screwed ED had screwed the Visegrad Group. No war was ever clean, there were monsters on both sides, but it were the victors who wrote the history. A high penetration bullet whizzed by his head. A chunk of a rock exploded into tiny fragments. Jaron retaliated and pressed the trigger of his Charon rifle. The familiar kick of the weapon was by now barely registered by the veteran. One of the pursuers fell, behind him explosion of crimson mist. There was a reason they called it R.I.P shrapnel bullets after all. Two left. Jamir hid behind the rock once more, knowing well soon there would be nothing left of the cover. They exchanged fire for a while. Two ED goons, but he still had an advantage. His eyes, upgraded with HUD lenses, scanned the area, considerably enchanting aiming ability. Another hit, another bloody mess. Dull resonated in Jamir’s left arm, his augmented bones and muscles screaming for painkillers. He pressed the trigger once again, but only a faint click. Jamir realised what had happened. ”Motherfucker.” The soldier cursed under his breath and cocked the rifle.The heat sink popped with a hissing sound. That was Jamir’s las tone. The man discarded the useless weapon and pulled a modernised Glock. Still a good weapon in proper hands. His enemy noticed what happened and charged. Jamir shot at him but much smaller rounds simply bounced off the thick armour. It was time for good, old hand to hand. The ED was fast, which betrayed inhuman reflexes, only achievable by implants. Another aug…That made things this much worse. He probably had cutting edge enhancements, but nothing beated experience. The enemy already appeared next to him, eager to finish the job. Jamir acted quickly, led by instincts honed for years. With a swift motion he diverted the EDs rifle with a blow to the side of it. The bullet whizzed by his side, biting through flesh. For now Jamir didn’t feel pain, the surge of adrenaline dulled it, but it wouldn't last forever. In return the enemy disarmed him and the pistol fell on the ground. He tried to reach for his own, but Jamir punched him in the face. The man’s face mask cracked and the shock sent him stumbling back. That was his opening - Jamir pulled out a combat knife and put him to the EDs throat. Then he hesitated, noticing the man’s…not the boy’s feature. He looked for barely twenty year old. There was neural hub implanted at the side of his head. That was a heavy modification and Jamir winced, whilst grabbing the other soldier by the collar. ”What have you done to yourself, kid?” In combat, there was no room for remorse. The ED would bring more deadly troubles onto his head. Kill or be killed. With a quick, swift motion Jamir sliced the enemy’s throat deeply, granting him painless and quick death. It was done. Jamir looked around the carnage, before collapsing on the ground. It immediately turned red with seeping blood. The wound was deeper than he initially thought, even if bullet went through cleanly. Jamir crawled to the rock and pressed his back against the cold surface. Now it was up to his body, but the chances for survival were slim. Slowly his conscious faded and knife slipped from a bloodied hand. The body and augmentations shut down most functions to work on healing the wound.