Galaxy: One Against All

A bright light flashed and a humanoid figure dressed in a military uniform appeared. This figure looked exactly human but a bit unrealistic. It looked human, but it wasn't human. It had an oval face, lean body and wavy hair. Its military uniform fitted his tall lean body. This was the character of Drake in the game 'Galaxy'.

“Alright, the war between Germany and the Six Nations is still ongoing. The quest states that I have to meet up with an old soldier in a little bunker and obtain more information about the war from him.” Drake spoke to himself. Just as he was about to move, he heard a bang, and a red light flashed in front of him, he felt a stinging pain on his right shoulder.

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He had been shot. He pulled his gun and turned around. Facing him were seven individuals dressed in all black, even their faces were covered with black-coloured masks. But he knew who these were; The Gator Crew. This group always bullied him, both at school and even in the game.

“What do you want? Tony.” Drake asked the one in front.

“Oh, if it isn't my good o' pal Drake. Sorry, we didn't see you there. Are you hurt?” Tony replied with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

“Cut the bullshit, Tony, what you want? Didn't I give you all my weapons just yesterday?” Drake said, visibly annoyed.

“Look who's grown some balls to speak to me in such a manner. You see I was planning on letting you off if you transfer half your coins to us, but now, we will be taking all your coins and your uniform. That way, you'll get to reflect on your words and actions.” Tony said with arrogance as he gestured to the other six behind him.

“Three of you, just pat him down,” Tony said to the men behind him.

“Why are you doing this Tony? I never did anything to you!” Drake said. He was really angry this time. He felt that he needed to step up for once and stop this bully.

“Why? Because it's just you.. an insignificant insect who dreams of being placed amongst the big leagues. What makes you think you can achieve that?” Tony said and laughed.

“And why won't I achieve it!? Is there a law that said I will never achieve greatness!?” Drake shouted at Tony, he was truly enraged and his character began taking a fighting stance.

“Hahahahah! You've got guts trash! You're nothing but a low-level trash player and even a lower-level trash student! You three! Beat him up real good!” Tony said and stepped back.

Before Drake could ask another question, three men stepped forth, and they attacked him. It was a fast and clean kick aiming for Drake's solar plexus, Drake easily evaded this attack with a sidestep. His character was a soldier after all, and all Six Nations soldiers were trained in Bojitsu and Jujitsu.

Once Drake easily sidestepped, another one of the three already released a punch aiming for his head, Drake quickly ducked but this time, the last of the three did a low sweeping kick, which Drake could only dodge awkwardly by jumping. The coordination of the three was superb.

Tired of being on the defensive, Drake charged forward. The three men were surprised by the sudden charge and quickly went into a defensive stance. The one in front did a forward punch, Drake evaded by spinning his body and using the momentum from the evasive spin, he did a spinning kick, hitting the man squarely at his solar plexus. The man who was kicked flew a few meters away, fainting in the process.

Another one of the three attackers kicked Drake as he was trying to regain his balance from doing the spinning kick. Seeing the incoming kick aiming precisely at his chin, Drake, who was in a bad position followed the flow of the kick using his hands and did a handstand while using the opponent's leg as a platform. This move showed Drake's amazing fighting ability. While in the handstand position, Drake defying the laws of physics did a summersault kick aiming at the opponent's head. The opponent seeing the impending kick about to reach his head, blocked it with both arms, but even with a successful block, the kick was so strong that he fainted on the spot.

There was only one attacker left, and he was hesitant to fight against Drake after witnessing the fall of his teammates. He stared at Drake, unwilling to fight him.

“Oh for Pete's sake, pull out your guns and shoot this motherfucker!” Tony shouted.

Drake immediately turned and ran into a building nearby. This had always been his hideout and he knew exactly where the back exit was.

Drake took out two short S-shaped knives with wooden handles; the Butterfly blades.

'My only way out is through the back door!' Drake thought to himself as he improvised on a new escape plan.

With a speed on par with marathon runners, Drake barged fist-first through the door while his attackers were behind him shooting sporadically. Drake saw the back door and knew at once that he was just a few steps away from achieving success on his escape.. but then

Bang! Bang! Bang!

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Drake fell to the floor a few steps away from the door. His 200 health points had been almost depleted. His interface was rapidly flashing red, he only had eight health points left.

“After you die, we will take all your equipment, let's see how you can rank up after that! Hahahahaha!”

Drake heard Tony's mocking tone and disdainful laughter.

'No, this can't be the end, I've worked so hard to get to my current level, I refuse to accept this result. I can't go down without a fight!' Drake kept saying in his mind as he slowly crawled towards the door that would take him directly to his base.

«Ding!

Does player 439237 (Drake) wish to obtain the Power Level Card? Y/N»

A notification popped up on his interface and he was surprised as well as delighted. This was exactly what he needed right.. a boost.

“Yes!”

«Ding!

Power Level Card obtained in 3.. 2.. 1.. Good luck!»

'Good luck?'

And then everything went white.