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The Following is NOT True! This is just a small fiction within a fiction that I wrote for TheEmperor106. This does not happen in his OC's Timeline. That is all. This does not happen.
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Karl waded through the battlefield, firing off his recently converted pistol which now fired laser rounds to cut through Draken armour. He ran forward, seeing his friend Myric and his half-brother or mortal enemy or whatever, Sotek, in combat. Myric was losing, and Sotek was moving forward for a killing blow. Karl decided to end this all. He sprinted forward, firing his pistol.
The lasers did little if any damage to the dark Angel. So he put up his shoulder, and barged the figure, which was raising its dark weapon to place a killing blow on his friend Myric.
When Karl hit the figure, it howled in anger as it stumbled backwards. Karl briefly saw its weapon arcing back, then upwards-
He felt as if someone had wedged a red hot piece of wire into his stomach. He grabbed the long handle of the weapon, and pulled himself closer to his enemy even as the pure darkness ate at his flesh.
He raised a fist, and swung. It was a glancing hit, but it carried a lot of force as it bounded off his enemy's face. He pulled his hand back, and swung again, this time more accurately and eliciting a grunt of minor pain from his foe.
He kept doing this as Sotek tried to shake him off his weapon. Behind, he heard a sound which might have been Myric getting up. He tried to punch Sotek some more, but the world was getting dark, and he became tired…

He opened his eyes. He was chained, in some kind of concrete container. He tried to move, but his chains held him immobile. Then a sound like a cloak being whipped through air was heard, and his foe, wearing a dark torturer's cloak and hood, appeared. He dragged a vicious-looking spiked whip from nowhere, and advanced on Karl.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked, his voice echoing around the room. Wincing, Karl spoke in a cracked voice. "No."
Sotek seemed to contemplate his answer. "Then why do you put up such resistance? You quite literally threw yourself in the path of my blade for him." Sitting down on a chair that appeared out of nowhere, he split his face in a smile.
"I don't know who you are. And I could literally not care less. All I know, and all I need to know, is that you are the kind of scum-" Karl emphasised his last word with a snarl of hate. "That would prey on my friend and his wife."
"Would it shock you, then, to inform you that I am your friend? Or more accurately, his subconscious." Sotek said, toying with Karl with this mind-game.
"Didn't I just say I couldn't care less?" Karl said with hate in every syllable. "You would harm Myric, and Duneyer, and their child, and that's enough reason for me to rip you apart, every chance I get." Karl said, glaring upwards at his enemy.
Sotek snarled, and brought the whip onto Karl. It left deep indentations in his flesh, turning what may have been bruises into bleeding wounds. Karl refused to cry out in pain, even once.
Then, as abruptly as it started, it ended. Sotek grabbed Karl's head and pulled it upwards so that the two could make eye contact. Dull grey eyes met the void as the two glared each other in the soul.
"What were you thinking, Admiral Karl Carstasin? To give your life for my… brother." His enemy said, mocking Karl with his proper name and rank, and twisting slightly at his implied 'brother'. Karl would spit if he had any in his mouth. Instead, he answered his foe's question.
"What I was thinking was of an old man, drinking at twelve Parsecs in the air with his daughter. And that got me thinking. What do you think will happen when I die, if I haven't already?" Karl asked, and Sotek was temporarily lost. Karl decided to continue.

"That old man suffered a leg injury and died five minutes from medical aid. That's what got me thinking. What do you think his last memory was? The pain? No.
"That applies to me. What do you think was my last thought? The pain of your damned blade? The anger of seeing you about to strike down my friend? The satisfaction of punching you? Or do you think my last memory was drinking champagne with my friend Myric and his wife Duneyer under a starlit sky, toasting them, their child and the fact that our two Empires were officially allied, and now my kin could help them?
"That's what I was thinking. Now you might be wondering know why I will gladly give my life in exchange for his. What'll happen when I die, you might ask? Heh. I'll get replaced, and things wouldn't change a bit. When he dies, a lot of people will be very upset, to be completely ignorant about it. Me rather than him, I say in face of death."
Sotek stared, and Karl stared back. For a fleeting instant, the old man thought he saw a small spark of pity in the void, before it was swallowed in anger. The dark Angel threw down the old man, and once again the pain began.

Karl swallowed down his weakness and resisted every blow, as the harsh cracking and thudding sounds carried on, and the pain smacked again and again into his form.

Description
----NOTE-----
The Following is NOT True! This is just a small fiction within a fiction that I wrote for TheEmperor106. This does not happen in his OC's Timeline. That is all. This does not happen.
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Karl waded through the battlefield, firing off his recently converted pistol which now fired laser rounds to cut through Draken armour. He ran forward, seeing his friend Myric and his half-brother or mortal enemy or whatever, Sotek, in combat. Myric was losing, and Sotek was moving forward for a killing blow. Karl decided to end this all. He sprinted forward, firing his pistol.
The lasers did little if any damage to the dark Angel. So he put up his shoulder, and barged the figure, which was raising its dark weapon to place a killing blow on his friend Myric.
When Karl hit the figure, it howled in anger as it stumbled backwards. Karl briefly saw its weapon arcing back, then upwards-
He felt as if someone had wedged a red hot piece of wire into his stomach. He grabbed the long handle of the weapon, and pulled himself closer to his enemy even as the pure darkness ate at his flesh.
He raised a fist, and swung. It was a glancing hit, but it carried a lot of force as it bounded off his enemy's face. He pulled his hand back, and swung again, this time more accurately and eliciting a grunt of minor pain from his foe.
He kept doing this as Sotek tried to shake him off his weapon. Behind, he heard a sound which might have been Myric getting up. He tried to punch Sotek some more, but the world was getting dark, and he became tired…

He opened his eyes. He was chained, in some kind of concrete container. He tried to move, but his chains held him immobile. Then a sound like a cloak being whipped through air was heard, and his foe, wearing a dark torturer's cloak and hood, appeared. He dragged a vicious-looking spiked whip from nowhere, and advanced on Karl.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked, his voice echoing around the room. Wincing, Karl spoke in a cracked voice. "No."
Sotek seemed to contemplate his answer. "Then why do you put up such resistance? You quite literally threw yourself in the path of my blade for him." Sitting down on a chair that appeared out of nowhere, he split his face in a smile.
"I don't know who you are. And I could literally not care less. All I know, and all I need to know, is that you are the kind of scum-" Karl emphasised his last word with a snarl of hate. "That would prey on my friend and his wife."
"Would it shock you, then, to inform you that I am your friend? Or more accurately, his subconscious." Sotek said, toying with Karl with this mind-game.
"Didn't I just say I couldn't care less?" Karl said with hate in every syllable. "You would harm Myric, and Duneyer, and their child, and that's enough reason for me to rip you apart, every chance I get." Karl said, glaring upwards at his enemy.
Sotek snarled, and brought the whip onto Karl. It left deep indentations in his flesh, turning what may have been bruises into bleeding wounds. Karl refused to cry out in pain, even once.
Then, as abruptly as it started, it ended. Sotek grabbed Karl's head and pulled it upwards so that the two could make eye contact. Dull grey eyes met the void as the two glared each other in the soul.
"What were you thinking, Admiral Karl Carstasin? To give your life for my… brother." His enemy said, mocking Karl with his proper name and rank, and twisting slightly at his implied 'brother'. Karl would spit if he had any in his mouth. Instead, he answered his foe's question.
"What I was thinking was of an old man, drinking at twelve Parsecs in the air with his daughter. And that got me thinking. What do you think will happen when I die, if I haven't already?" Karl asked, and Sotek was temporarily lost. Karl decided to continue.

"That old man suffered a leg injury and died five minutes from medical aid. That's what got me thinking. What do you think his last memory was? The pain? No.
"That applies to me. What do you think was my last thought? The pain of your damned blade? The anger of seeing you about to strike down my friend? The satisfaction of punching you? Or do you think my last memory was drinking champagne with my friend Myric and his wife Duneyer under a starlit sky, toasting them, their child and the fact that our two Empires were officially allied, and now my kin could help them?
"That's what I was thinking. Now you might be wondering know why I will gladly give my life in exchange for his. What'll happen when I die, you might ask? Heh. I'll get replaced, and things wouldn't change a bit. When he dies, a lot of people will be very upset, to be completely ignorant about it. Me rather than him, I say in face of death."
Sotek stared, and Karl stared back. For a fleeting instant, the old man thought he saw a small spark of pity in the void, before it was swallowed in anger. The dark Angel threw down the old man, and once again the pain began.

Karl swallowed down his weakness and resisted every blow, as the harsh cracking and thudding sounds carried on, and the pain smacked again and again into his form.