Power and Weakness: A Killzone 2 fanfic

Power and Weakness

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How strange it was, when such calmness could follow the wake of such chaos.

The dust-filled wind blew mercilessly against the buildings, fires, ground and still-standing life forms, discarding any care for what its hapless victims were. The howls accompanying the harsh gust were faint, but there all the same.

Dim lights flickered weakly behind the clouds of foggy air as the tall man strode towards the still devastation, two similarly dressed soldiers parting their distance to allow him to pass. His hand were placed behind his back, clothes heavily armoured yet bore a deadly sophistication to them. Unlike the now still masses below, neither the looming figure nor the soldiers on either side of him were fazed by the harsh, unfeeling wind. In fact, they had more in common than anything else.

"Colonel Radec, Report." A respect-demanding voice rang from the communicator on the man's arm, slightly distorted by the static of the radio. The man halted his stride, continuing to gaze at the bodies, broken metal and fires down below, glowing red gaze boring down on the site.

"I want this day to be a day of mourning for the ISA."

And indeed it would be. Despite their bravado as they entered the hellish atmosphere of Helghan, the ISA now lay broken and beyond repair below them, weaklings to the harsh environment and oblivious as to what caused their deaths.

How quickly, Radec mused to himself, they had been defeated. A whole group, with weapons and vehicles...brought down by the sheer power of a single strike of their force.

"The enemy convoy has been decimated." His voice, distorted to an intimidating state by his mask, answered a moment following these thoughts. "The weapon...performed adequately."

"I know you'd rather taste their blood spilled in battle."

Indeed. Radec would rather his enemies had been defeated hand-to-hand...like soldiers as they were meant to be. Alas, if a single, computer programmed weapon had the power to bring them down...they would have fallen far too easily. Still...it would have been more satisfactory to display their weakness to them before their eyes. Such an easy victory did not quench his thirst for battle nor did it any of the soldiers. Warriors fight...they do not stand idly while the war is won for them.

It was a simple as that...the ISA were weak no matter how they attacked, how they organised or planned. They were always weak, since birth.

"...but a live commander is more valuable to me than a dead hero."

"As you wish."

Just as quickly as he'd come, Radec turned away from the devastation. Perhaps the ISA would have enough strength to face them again...but power always found its way to the Colonel. He wouldn't have made it this far in the army had it not. They would be defeated just as easily as they had at the hands of the weapon. But this time it would mean a little more, though Radec did not care for their worth.

As he strode away from the wind, the aftermath of the attack and its remains, Radec pondered as to why the ISA had managed to defeat them before. Again...it seemed that they had put their trust on a weak man, a man who had not been Helghast...one so easily corrupted by power, fear...more weakness.

It was almost pitiful. But Radec had no time for pity, and he'd never made time for it. He wasn't about to start now.

Perhaps the nest time he met the ISA, he would get a taste of real battle instead of experiencing the disgust as how quickly they had fallen.

Warriors do not hide behind weapons forever.