((could someone find me at some point, I'm starting to feel like a loner...oh yea....and I'll be controlling the soldier...um....read on if you don't get what I'm talking about =[))
I wandered back onto the battlefield. I wasn't sure what I was meant to do anymore. All I had been doing since the war had started was wander around, trying to survive, trying to destory the soldiers. But I knew what I was looking for - the aliens. Their wonderful armour, covering them from heasd to toe. Nobody ever saw what they looked like, all you could see was thick black armour. But they knew they were huge. I wanted - needed - that armour. It was indestructible, it would protect it's wearer from any kind of weapon - one of the reasons that our planet was loosing this war.
I explored the blood stained ground, narrowly avoiding flying bullets, or lasers from the aliens - vapourising everything in its path. Luckily, none of them were aiming for me - nobody noticed my clear skin and fur - or the apparently floating material bags strapped around me. Eventually though, I found my prize. A huge beast - one of the aliens - clutching a slowly strangling soldier in its claws. It was screaming. Thinking it was human, I sat watching it for a moment, smilling, but then I saw a slender tail swing below it - and realised it was a fur.
Shocked, I sprung into action. These creatures would not kill my kind - and I wanted it's armour. I slashed against its armour - not harming it, but shocking it into letting the furry go. "Run, hide!" I hissed at it, trying to escape flying claws, aiming at my head. The scare made my skin and fur return to its normal colour, and I was fully visible.
Theo landed on the ground, scrabbling for dear life. The fur who had saved him - a small wolf - was fighting off the alien. He didn't know what to do - too scared to fight, too worried to run. Instead, he hid behind a rock, flinching at every blow aimed at the wolf. He was such a coward...he shouldn't be here. But he had valuble contacts, valuble contacts who wanted him to fight....
He grabbed his pistol and - while only using one hand - fired it randomly, trying to help. The force of the bullet being forced out of the pistol shook his hand - hard. The pain hit him after a second, and he yelped in pain, grabbing his wrist and dropping the pistol.