Accepted Kr'uk-Kelk

[Andrew]

Entrapped in solitude. Disgraced.
Torn from the All-in-One. The Tapestry, the flow.
Severed.

Hateful, and equally proud. Safety, comfort in confidence.

It has been three years since Kr'uk was relieved from their service to the Combine. Three years since any energies have been used to fuel their war machines.
Three years of thought.
...
..
.

With Kr'uk's release from the Combine's hands, the freedom to wander has been their only comfort. Continual dodging of patrol, gunship, wildlife and Hunters. A life that would thicken anyone's hide, one that would push some to the very brink.

They had met many of their own when wandering the hills outside Geneva. It was not uncommon for some to strike-out upon an endless voyage on Earth, seeking what little reason they could to continue. Madness to some, pain to others, and unchanging confusion for the rest. The lives of those few on the outskirts had been touched upon little by human intervention, both from Lambda, errant Combine deserters, and the spare connected Kinsman.

With the fires of Liberation on the horizon, purpose had been brought. Abe brought the news to the hills, valleys, mountains and peaks of the Rhône, a failed attempt to drag those few back on good-will alone.
Stuck in their clusters of ignorance. Stuck in their lone passivity.
Inaction.
...

Kr'uk, no different, ignored his pleas. Humans had done nothing but spit, slice, and stab his corporeal form, damaging the only thing left to care for.
A missing feeding arm. Shackle-wounds sliced deep, an eternal mar upon his pallid hide. The plate upon his brain.
Yet...
It was the smoke.
To see the City that Kr'uk had once served to clean in flames gave way to purpose.
A chance to return. Revenge, sought only for themselves.

An approach under the guise of night, following the riverside. Simple, efficient.
One-way.
Inevitably making way for pipelines, underground passages, tunnels and drainage ditches. Coming out to the destination of Lambda's backlines.
Reaching the streets many have known.

Kr'uk arrives.
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[Appetite Ruining Kebab]

Accepted.