Indefinite -

The sun soothed the coldness of the dirt in the dry region. Piercing through the spreading clouds as a blue sky is revealed. Illuminating a shined through the dried cracks of earth and the daunting sparse trees. Dreadful trees were hanged in starvation – protruding a skeleton demise. A large industrial base visibly roared from the eerier background of the wasteland.

The land dead of natural life was not alone, death stood insignificant to the size of the industrial base. A man stood stiffly as wind and time whirls pass him. Darkly dressed in a uniform of battle, bald, his expression portrayed none. His face had no features to account. Seemly lifeless – a face slowly became visible as clouds above produced shadows. The features were blurry as the the basic facial structure smudged into nothing.

“Inconceivable.” The man’s robust chorus vents out and dissipates the silence. “Foolery – it skips beats off your momentous pilgrimage.” An edgy robotic grumble grr’d on the last vowel. Wind blew up strongly, screening dust across the machine-like man. Dust vividly distorting vision, a blob appears in front of the man several yards ahead. Detailing a second machine-like man, whom is colored in dark-brown digital camouflage – as several black lacing of words and symbols drawn majority among the battledress. “Magnificent,” a second chorus of words ciphered from the faceless man, detailing the visualization of his counterpart, “an image of glorification – an ego fortifying but nothing.”

A glory of chords reverberated from the word barer,  “your indoctrination of fear does little,” discrediting the faceless soldier’s nature.  His voice – much like the other, was significantly enhanced by an haze of technology. “Your friends lie dead – and you still stand arrogantly.” The word barer briefly pauses. “Your efforts in stifling my mission was decimated.” A rifle hangs in gripped from his fiber plated gauntlets while the rifle stock speared up against his plated shoulder piece.

Mars

The sunlight grew grim – slowly turning to darkness. Amidst the horizon, a blur governed among the lines of what the eyes could see. A figure appeared at the blending lines of earth and sky. The figure took the visible look of a shadow with characteristics of an animated two-dimensional human. Increasingly coming into focus, enlarging in such short time span, it became clear that the figure was vibrantly moving. Slowly producing visible texture of a metallic material, seared an orange glow from the sun with shades of dark brown. Following dust kept a tail on the humanlike figure from the up-kicking of dirt through seamless running. Without warning, the figure would bursts in stops and gos to change direction in course. A violent stop slid the figure, scrambling dirt and rocks against each other clamoring a screechy halt. As dust flew through the air creating a cloud of brown, a single crackle of a firearm sharply rang. Instantaneously sparking a glow onto the object – providing a glimpse of a rifle’s barrel. Then without a second delay, the figure vanishes with a proceeding silence. The sun declines at the horizon as a siren screams  from afar.

“Who is this you speak of, Casacoth?”

Two men dressed in a clean uniform of the business class resided in a lightly lit room. A modern structured building considered being outdated during the current times of their origins. With their ties and briefcase accompanying them, they took  a polite manner to one another. Caucasian of ethnicity, Casacoth wore a pitch black suit, giving a clear white tone to his skin.  The other man wore a black suit with the inner shirt being white. Having traditional taste, the man wore a badge above his breast lining. Engraved on the glinting sliver metal was his name, Bruce.

“Another official is dead,” Casacoth’s groans out a feared truth.

“Who? Of the Allegiance’s?”

“No, one of ours. The lead in our relationships with the Allegiance.”

“Who did this!?”

“Mars.”

“What? Mars?!” Bruce surprised with widen eyes, “that’s a myth.” Bruce then began to gesture his index finger towards Casacoth in an arrogant manner. “Rumors.  How can you even believe such a fairy tal-”

“Reports.” Casacoth interrupts with a strong tone to his voice. “We have him on camera, Bruce.”

“How do you even know it’s a ‘him,’ Casacoth? So what, you have footage, it does not mean anything.” Bruce settles his voice for a second, murmuring. “Even if he is real, Casacoth, which I seriously doubt. You cannot be telling people around here that this was the act of Mars. With such rumors spurring about, the excitement would be too much.”