((This is my first RP story for a while so bear with me and enjoy 
)) On the surface in a cold, de-powered hovercraft with Golden Reign printed on the side…the lone hybrid, Striker, twisted and turned in his sleep.... Warehouse…International…Espi…Mendel…Gnev…thrown in a corner and surrounded excruciating pain, no sight from his right eye…noise, what seemed like laughter, Espi yelling…being lifted up, set on a table, an ungodly sound of a table saw being started up…extraordinary pain, stomach lurching…being cut…silence…”Is this how you want it to end Striker?”…a cold laugh…Gnev’s voice “I cant let you do this…I created him”…the pain blinding…words obscure, almost impossible to make out…a gunshot…explosion…burning… “NNNNNO…gah..” Striker woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily as his cybernetic eye tried to focus. He stood slowly, still shaking from dreams of a night that still haunted him…dreams had been haunting him for some time now, dreams of sorrow, fear…pain. It had been a while since he had last jacked into the matrix. He needed peace and quiet, as well as the fact that the last power cell on the Reign had finally died, shutting down all power to the already motionless hovercraft. He walked outside, looking towards the mountains where the always illuminated lights of the machine city lit up the skies. He took several deep breaths…calming his nerves. The quiet was suddenly interrupted by a soft whirring sound in the distance. “Sentinels” he thought “*beep*” Running back into the ship, Striker grabbed the gun off the wall next to the entrance. Retreating back into the bridge he crouched down, shaking, afraid to even take a breath. Even though there was a truce between man and machine, he was still weary of the squiddies. After what seemed like forever, the humming passed and the machines moved on. Walking back outside, he saw something that seemed to ease up his nerves and hostile feelings towards the machines…three power cells lied at the door, fully powered…he looked in the distance as realization dawned on him, and the distant humming faded as the hovercraft Red Rayne disappeared. Striker looked down at the power cells, a glimmer of excitement in his eye….it was time to return….
)) On the surface in a cold, de-powered hovercraft with Golden Reign printed on the side…the lone hybrid, Striker, twisted and turned in his sleep.... Warehouse…International…Espi…Mendel…Gnev…thrown in a corner and surrounded excruciating pain, no sight from his right eye…noise, what seemed like laughter, Espi yelling…being lifted up, set on a table, an ungodly sound of a table saw being started up…extraordinary pain, stomach lurching…being cut…silence…”Is this how you want it to end Striker?”…a cold laugh…Gnev’s voice “I cant let you do this…I created him”…the pain blinding…words obscure, almost impossible to make out…a gunshot…explosion…burning… “NNNNNO…gah..” Striker woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily as his cybernetic eye tried to focus. He stood slowly, still shaking from dreams of a night that still haunted him…dreams had been haunting him for some time now, dreams of sorrow, fear…pain. It had been a while since he had last jacked into the matrix. He needed peace and quiet, as well as the fact that the last power cell on the Reign had finally died, shutting down all power to the already motionless hovercraft. He walked outside, looking towards the mountains where the always illuminated lights of the machine city lit up the skies. He took several deep breaths…calming his nerves. The quiet was suddenly interrupted by a soft whirring sound in the distance. “Sentinels” he thought “*beep*” Running back into the ship, Striker grabbed the gun off the wall next to the entrance. Retreating back into the bridge he crouched down, shaking, afraid to even take a breath. Even though there was a truce between man and machine, he was still weary of the squiddies. After what seemed like forever, the humming passed and the machines moved on. Walking back outside, he saw something that seemed to ease up his nerves and hostile feelings towards the machines…three power cells lied at the door, fully powered…he looked in the distance as realization dawned on him, and the distant humming faded as the hovercraft Red Rayne disappeared. Striker looked down at the power cells, a glimmer of excitement in his eye….it was time to return….