Arresting The Enemy

     Cil peered around the other side of the rock to see hundreds of zelkins racing towards the army. He flew into a wall of rock to his right. His head was spinning, it took him a minute to get his vision straight. Cil checked to see what it was that threw him. He saw ten to twenty mutilated soldiers. A large patch of dull black figures lied on the ground. Must have been a plasma grenade. The loud screeching of a Kalham battle ship came from above. It flew low for only a second and dropped a small missile. “Oh, no.” Cil said to himself as he ran back as fast as he could.

     That explosion was the most powerful so far. Cil stood back up slowly and weak. The only way he survived that missile attack was his battle suit keeping him alive. He heard a high pitched cry from behind him. He turned around. A child zelkin sat on the ground crying. It's left leg was completely blown off by the missile.

     Cil ran over to the young zelkin. It shook it's head, crying. “Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you.” he said. He didn't know what to do. The red that the zelkin gave off started dimming down. The zelkin pounded his fist on the ground out of pain. ''Do something!' he thought. 'Do something NOW!' time was passing. Cil took a syringe from the pouch on the opposite side of his handgun holster and injected it into the zelkin's neck. 'I'll just make the pain stop until I can get him help.' he thought as he laid the zelkin down and elevates the bloody stump of a half-leg. “We'll get you some help, just hang in there.” he said.

    “Help! Someone help! A boy's dying over here! He's dying god dammit!” he yelled.
“Sgt. Redman...” said a soldier approaching him. The soldier was followed by three others.
     “Don't just stand there, help me!”
 “Sgt. Cil Redman,” he said as he and the others raised their weapons. “You are under arrest by the Kalham army for helping the enemy team, therefore, being an enemy.”
     Cil picked up the zelkin. “Just help him, I beg you get him back to the medical quarters!” Cil replied. One of the soldiers grabbed the young boy.
“Do it, get him to the medical quarters. We can probably squeeze intel out of him. If not, then put him into the prison quarters.” the soldier said. The other soldier ran back to the platoon ship.

     Cil ran behind the soldier. He was tackled to the ground immediately. “I'll repeat myself one last time.” the soldier said as he handcuffed Cil's hands behind his back. “You are under arrest.”



This is part four to my series Rogue Valor, I hope you enjoyed. You can find the whole story here.