A large ship rattled endlessly in the vast void of space, inside the belly of the metal behemoth sat a man, shoulder to shoulder with anomalous soldiers. He stretched, leaning back and letting out a loud sigh. The man's name was Arthur, he no longer knew how old he was, but he knew he was getting tired of the endless missions.
He looked up the metallic aisle of the personnel transporter, looking for something to distract himself with, this ship wasn't outfitted for wrapping so he had time to kill.
He leaned over and tapped on the glass helmet of the man to his right. The man looked at him rather annoyed and flipped his middle finger up at Arthur, causing him to laugh without a smile. The ship shuttered, loud alarms blaring as the lights cut out in the vast hall he sat in. He stood up and began looking around, while everyone else was wearing helmets outfitted with light modules for night vision combat, he unfortunately did not.
The ship rocked as something slammed into it, a vast hole opening up along the portside of the vessel. Large metal claws peeled the metal away as another ship latched on like a parasite. Eventually, a large door behind the claws opened, letting soldiers of another species board their ship.
"What the fuck is going on?"
"Where are our guns?"
He listened to the cries of his allies as the slaughter began, bullet tearing and ripping flesh as they unleashed a torrent of gunpowder and lead. Arthur began walking towards the fire, feeling bullets flatten against his skin. He felt the pain but had long since grown numb to it.
He stepped up to the alien and kicked him in the chest, his torso caved around his boot and his innards exploded out his backside. He grabbed the gun he held before it hit the ground, and shot the next intruder in the helmet he wore. A poof of gas splattered out of the shattered glass, it was denser than oxygen and poured to his feet as he clawed at his face.
Arthur turned back to his comrades and waved as he kicked the original ship, forcefully dislodging the parasitic member from its host. He watched as the ship began repairing itself, molten metal seemingly clawed towards the open hole and began repairing it. He turned back to the stunned strangers and a smile born of malevolence crawled across his face.
The began to scream in terror as Arthur began pulling them apart, not even a morsel of guilt showed on his face. They must've killed thirty people back in that ship, innocent men and women, they earned his unmerciful punishment.
Arthur paused for a moment, looking further into the interior of the ship as a light grew larger and brighter, drowning their outlines in radiance. They let loose a scream in a language Arthur recognized as Draemer, the language of the CC or Corpo-Capitalists.
It was a suicide chant, he wasn't in a ship he was in the barrel of a large cannon.
He felt the ship lurch towards deep space, throwing all of its occupants on their sides, eventually the light grew so blinding it was impossible to conceive. Over an intercom, in the helmet of one of the men he had killed he heard a deep voice spit out the words.
"Three... Two... One... Thanks for your service, boys."
In a split second everyone inside the ship evaporated, their skin, muscles, and bones boiled off into a mist. Everyone except him, no he was served a fate far crueler. He was launched at a speed far greater than any man had traveled without a ship, there was nothing in his path, nothing to catch him.
He felt the air disappear from his lungs as it was filled with the boundless bowels of space, tears welled in his eyes, everything was going red as he felt immense pain.
Eventually everything went dark, he dipped into unconsciousness from the sheer, overwhelming reality of his situation.
...
Arthur opened his eyes, he was in a freefall, he had no idea how long he had been out, only that he was finally free from his forced retirement. He looked around him as he entered the atmosphere of a planet that was growing larger and larger. He felt his clothes being consumed by the fire forming around him. He felt the flames ripple across his skin, hungrily trying to devour him but he forced himself awake. The planet was far larger than any planet he had seen before, covered in dense forests of pines.
It looked like Earth, which made no sense to him, it was destroyed, consumed by the pollution and greed of the CC before finally being nuked by its remaining inhabitants.
The CC, the damned remnants of Earth, that had devoured anything and everything for profit, he was working for the Front before being launched into deep space.
He couldn't help but smile at the thought, maybe he'd enjoy this a bit longer.
Not the pain mind you, that was blinding and insidious, every pore on his body screamed in agony.
No he was going to enjoy his freedom, he still had something to do.
He had to kill the evil bastard who had stolen him from his home, who had cursed him with his immortality.
He closed his eyes one last time just as the ground truly came into detail, the blades of grass almost reaching up to welcome his arrival. He felt the immense pressure of impact, the ground and soil giving away, endlessly compacting and hardening against his unbroken body.
Every minute atom, every micrometer of his being knew he should be dead, and screamed endlessly to remind him of that fact.
He stood up, and crawled up from the almost endless crater that had formed around him. After some time he came across the beginnings of a forest that hadn't been absolutely smothered by the shockwave born from his arrival.
Nothing short of confusion sprawled across his face, these were pine trees, how could this still exist here and now. He ran his hand across its jagged surface and muttered to himself.
"Where the hell am I?"