SUNFALL

 Sirius walks on the dirty streets of Citadel paying mind to the countless filthy men and women walking around him. Earliers most of them, but he's sure that some are Remnants just like him. They are the filth of filth. Remnants who mixed with the weaker breed of men disgusts Sirius.

 He watches as a clear Remnant man walks with an Earlier woman between them a child. He touches his hip where his blast pistol is wondering how fast it would take him to finish off the scum and their rot child and be gone from this street. Probably less time than he would credit himself for, but his hand wanders away to his chin.

 Hasn't shaved for three days and all because of the blackout in this forsaken piece of shit that calls itself a city. He looks up at its towers scoffs. The Gutters in Acropolis are way better than this shanty full of weak and poor humans and biomes. I will tell you now that a man never sees his faults in the presence of another's misfortune but I do not speak of the Captain of Unit-95 from the Secret Guard of the grand city of Acropolis. No Sirius is just a blind man with bright eyes.

 The time's forty past two, ten minutes late from his meetup with the boy Jonah. His mind goes to the biome, feeling his own skin shiver at the thoughts of such a creature existing in the same world as his wife and possibly now, his child. Why the Council of San allowed it to even leave Acropolis in the stead of destruction is a question Sirius seeks to answer.

 Jonah's face appears in his interface and Sirius almost screams. Perhaps he does because some people stare at him as he takes a corner into an alley. He walks to the end of it where the biome Jonah leans on the wall bobbing his head. The boy doesn't notice Sirius till he's too close to him. Sirius pulls out his gun meaning only to scare the boy into his proper training but his gun never touches him.

 "I'm not Alish or Niio sir," Jonah says from behind Sirius.

 Sirius turns slowly, coming face to face with the biome's extended hand which nears dangerously his stomach, the whole arm transformed into a gun-like weapon.

 "Aright gam, get that thing away from me then!"

 He only breathes when Jonah's hand looks almost human.

 "Report to me," he says.

 As if a news anchor on the Newzone District Network, the boy rumbles on about following one of the King's main enforcers. On and on about following him for hours without being spotted all the while Sirius thinks of his unshaven beard.

 "Right stop there. What did you say about Abu?" He asks.

 "Well he's the new enforcer these parts of the zones. He took that coward's Plank's place," Jonah says.

 "That was fast. Too fast even for the great King of Citadel," he observes.

 Jonah looks around before covering his mouth-like contraption.

 "Rumour has it that the King himself is coming to officiate Abu's position as his local enforcer," Jonah says.

 Sirius' mind gets to working out all the reasons, possibilities and consequences of the most dangerous criminal in the whole world walking right into his arms. He just might get home ere his own child's birth.

 "Are you sure Jonah?"

 "Pretty sure. I hacked into one of Abu's guy's system and saw the man bragging about it to his girl,"

 There's a sort of light in the biome's eyes as he says that, that Sirius only ever has seen in someone he lost a long time ago.

 *

SIX MONTHS AGO...

 Sirius walks in the Lowerzones today, the name the heathen Earliers have given it tasting wrong in his mouth. The Gutters? He bets that not even one of the gits has ever been to the other cities. If they had seen Maagme with its primitive folk or the Citadel, then they might be grateful for even living in Acropolis. The only city that tries its best to match his home is Spyra but even then that might be stretching the truth.

 He watches as a broken-beyond repair biome floats around for a bit before it falls. A child, an Earlier, kneels next to it craddling it in her hands. Disgusting it is to watch filth cry over filth. Then a feeling as foreign as the genes in that child to him, comes over him for a minute. His hand goes directly to his gun. A man who pitied filth ought to die.

 It lingers there till he hears noises a few metres away from where he stands. He races to the spot just behind a crosswall where dozens of Hooded crowd around what appears to be a young boy. The sight sickens him burning whatever other feeling he had for these desolate creatures.

 He raises his plasma rifle aiming at the Hooded closest to the boy but before he can shoot, time stops. He however sees and hears everything. From the blue light coming from the boy to the explosion and the Hooded flying past him in pieces.

 *

 Sirius and Jonah cross the street parting ways. Plank might have been a coward and ruining his plans, but this just might work out too. He already sees himself walking into his house, his wife greeting him and his little one smiling at him. Yes, good work Jonah. Perhaps not all of the filth were useless.