Who the hell is Steve? | CA Event (Closed)
He isnāt here to fight.
Not the people heās been told to fight, anyway, because those people heās seen little of so far. What heās seen, however, is the mobilization of forces from the Hive-- his Hive, not this one that was just suddenly there-- sent out with little more than some claimed need to fight for survival; a us-or-them mentality that he just couldnāt stand behind. Not this time.
So far, heād subdued the stragglers, the smaller squads of the militia thatād lingered around the āportalā; trying to clear a way to the city, perhaps even catch a glimpse of the supposed threat.
There was still the possibility that heād been wrong. The signs of destruction heād glimpsed from his City, fire and ice alike raging, explosions that surely couldnāt have been caused by any human-made weapon-- he had little idea who was responsible for it, but he intended to find out.
... Right after he found out who was responsible for the constant itching feeling that he was being watched. Followed. Soldiers had dropped even when heād caused far too little damage to them for that to be the result.
He had a shadow.
The captain turned, eyes carefully scanning the surrounding area; over the bodies and streets, the alleys, the carnage and havoc thatād been wreaked long before heād even set foot there. Did he dare call out? The fighting shouldāve drawn attention to him already, if noise was an issue.
... Yeah, he was gonna get nowhere quick if he kept to just looking for that shadow.
āYou gonna creep after me all day? Because believe me, pal, Iād much rather get on with my life and not have to worry ābout gettinā sniped while Iām tryinā my best to do some good here.ā
He kept his shield raised, shifting back to put his back against the wall. One less angle to worry about.