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Commander Arnold Vance leader of the rebel allience sat at his desk in his dark underground office holding an old fading photo in his one human hand. His human brain felt the feeling of lose but his bionic face could not express the feelings. He had not cried since the acident that had killed him 100 years before. As he sat staring at the fading picture of his long gone family memories started flooding into his mind.
He lay on the battle field his body torn and bloody knowing he had little chance of being rescued before what was left of his body gave in to the injuries he had sustained in the explosion. The last thing he remembered seeing that day was watching as the helicopter that had been sent to search for him exploded in mid air raining debris across the desert sand all around him.
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