[b]Chapter one-Swords to Plowshares. [/b] Standing up a man looks over the battlefield. He was totally alone. Nothing but him the wind. Nothing but piles of bodies. The wind sounded like the souls of the dead. Tanks lay littered with other debris as if strewn around by a tornado. Other metal shapes stuck out as well. Gunships that would never fly again. Artillery guns that will never fire. He survived the madness of what transpired. He was just a lone mercenary. Climbing over the wreckage in a massive three Kilometer crater. Was he all alone? Looking into the sky he could see the three moons on this planet. Walking over to a wrecked Mobile Armored System. It's black shape looked alien and some what sinister. He was about to go around it when the hatch popped open. A beautiful young woman hung out of the cockpit. Some sort of strange glyph's covered part of her skin, her suit was strange as well. He remembered something about knights being the enemy. Yet he was another survivor. " Free"The woman's hand twitched before she passed out. Taking out his knife he was able to free her from some sort of transparent restraints. The wind kicked up dust and dirt. The stench of dead and fried electronics. Small fires burned and ammo could be heard cooking off in the distance. . Looking up at the sun for a moment he got his bearings. Placed the woman on his shoulder dragging her over to some shade for a better look. Glad it looked like only bruises as he had no medical kit. Searching for one he found a few things inside the cockpit of the machine. Picking up the woman again they had to keep moving. If he got lucky he could find what he needed. They kept walking until finding a military hospital truck. It was turned upside down was open.. It could fold out to serve as a full fledged hospital. He was able to find it was not locked. Not to mention finding all he needed. Powering up the diagnostics machine he found. Checking over the strange woman. Her left arm was hurt pretty bad. Cleaning it up and putting it in a sling. No broken bones as that was good. Getting out a hover stretcher he placed the woman onto it. They pushed on until they got to the enemy camp. It was scorched by fire but the base seemed partially intact. He bet they hid supplies and food. They did have bunkers so taking the woman he left her to search out for food. Finding a stash of what he needed and not to mention a few Energy Rifles. He ate and fell asleep. Waking up later the woman stood over him with some sort of sword. He did not remember her having one. Taking off his helmet he let it clatter to the ground." Easy no,. I saved you. You are safe. The battle is over. We are all that is left." Her blade lowered as she nodded. Saying nothing as she fell over onto the stretcher. He helped her into it. Her hair was like that of the super models he see on the V-net. It was dark and curly for some reason. It was dark outside and he decided to help her back onto the stretcher. Silently going outside to look at the stars. All around them was carnage as it was unknown how many did survive. He did know it would take a while to get out. A day or two at most. He remembered his tank crew but that was before. Looking up at the stars he was too tired to contemplate what happened. A soft snore touched the woman's ears. That man saved her for reasons even she was not sure of. One thing was certain as he showed a certain level of respect. Her wounds had been properly cared for. A medical kit lay not far away. He even gently helped her back onto the stretcher. This was all so confusing and she kept thinking about how he saved her. Was she not his enemy?. He did not seem the kind to fight unless it was for profit. But something bothered her about him. How was it he survived?