It was an average day, except, not really. An inkperial Outpost was ambushed by unknown hostiles, the fight lasted an hour, and the outpost was at a complete loss. and the unknown hostiles took a few unconscious hostages.
After a while, one of them woke up, tied to a post, where one of them was holding a combat knife, stained in a mix of oil and blood on the blade.
"Ah, so you're not dead, yet." The man said, it was clear he wasn't looking to f**k around.
"What happened? Where am I?" The Inkperial Soldier questioned. "No need to ask the Grim Reaper what he'll do, best to answer his questions instead." the man replied. "Now, we are looking for someone so we can kill them. Wish to hand over what you know, or what little blood you have left?"
"F**k you." The Inkperial soldier said, before being shot in his leg by another man.
"Don't f**king talk like that, or we'll fire the next one in your stomach!" The man said. "You're gonna tell us EXACTLY where Gas Mask Man is, or else we'll hang you from your intestines. Is it that hard to ask?"
The Inkperial was confused. "Gas Mask Man? I don't know one..."
the man kicked the Inkperial in the jaw. "Don't bullshit me, You know, and you will say it." The man said, putting his knife directly at the Inkperial's neck, ready to cut into it.
"I... don't know what you're talking about... who even... are you guys...?" The Inkperial mustered out.
"Oh, I don't think these assholes know who they're f**king with yet." a voice said, revealing another man, but with more gear on him. "I say we introduce ourselves to this new military." The third man said. "I think you're right on the dollar there..." The first man said.
"We are mercenaries who were supposed to clear everything off an exon planet for the biggest profit yet, and suddenly, some f**ker in a respirator comes around and f**ks with our operation, ruinin our entire cut, so we're out for revenge. We know you know him, so best speak up before your gut becomes the next target."
"If you're talking about one of my allies," The inkperial responds. "then, f**k. off."
"Suit yourself." The first merc says. The second merc fires a shotgun at the Inkperial, breaking their armor and guts. The inkperial is left gaping for air.
"Let our boys know we just found a new toy to play with." The first merc says, the three mercs leave the Inkperial to bleed out and die. All the footage was recorded. This potentially signaled war.
