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RPC Name: Solomon Radha
Power Category Distribution: Blaster (4) / Breaker (2)
Trigger Event: The Thar Desert, India. The sounds of a truck could be heard in the distance, music playing in the radio, five males inside the Jeep, sitting quietly and observing the quiet sandy waves. The sun had gone down for a couple of hours now, a full moon giving the place blueish hue to everything, peaceful and beautiful, the vastness of the desert could humble most if not all that looked upon it, green dots here and showing that there was life in such a place, giving hope in the most arid of places. The buzz of the radio would interrupt the silent bubble that enveloped the squad. "We have info of a cape north of you, do you copy?" The driver would quickly pick up the responder to give a fast and decisive answer. "We copy." Putting down the radio he would look towards his men with a nod. They had been searching for this particular cape for a while now, he had gone into hiding in the desert of all places. The group knew very little of the violent cape at this point since none who confronted him had come back alive only large splatters were left as trails to him. The leader would quickly turn the wheel to the right and start making his way towards the destination. Giving a small nod towards all the ones that were going to follow him into the unknown. The group was still silent, there was nothing to talk about, they knew each other like the backs of their hand, brothers in peace and war, it was one of the perks of being in a small squad, knowing each other and how they worked, the comradery had come with time and many battles fought side by side, all brothers from a different mother at this point.

The sounds of the engine being the only thing that could be heard in the vast beautiful emptiness of the desert once again, the man didn't need to communicate tight now, they had their own ways of preparing themselves mentally, two of them would start praying to their gods, another one would put on headphones and hype himself up with music, the leader preferred the silence of the night, it brought him peace and peace meant he had a calm mind to make the right choices when the time came. And that time approached them with incredible power and speed. An explosion right in front of them, the leader turning the wheel with maximum force, the jeep quickly obeying the the movement but to no avail, the car was flipping from the sudden turn, the explosion also giving it momentum. It was like the world had gone into slow motion, glass shattering, sand entering through the windows, a chain of a cross hanging upside down from the neck of one of the soldiers, their eyes filled with surprise and fear. Everything coming to a halt as the top of the car hit the ground one last time, explosions could still be heard around them but everything was slowly fading to black one blink at a time.

The smell of gasoline and hot metal, the sound of a spinning tire breaking the silence, the explosions had ceased, was their enemy gone? Was he playing with his prey? At this point they were sitting ducks inside a metal box. Quickly unbuckling his seat belt and falling to on his face. Kicking the door open and crawling out into the cool sand, it was somewhat of a blessing, the cold sand on his hands. scavenging the front of the vehicle for his weapon and then heading to the back to check on his men, sadly finding that one of his men had not being wearing a seat belt, the body had been thrown around while the vehicle flipped, chances of survival was very slim, sadly he might have lost a brother. Reaching for the closest and unbuckling his seat belt and dragging the body into what seemed like a safe place behind the flipped vehicle. Once again quickly scouting the area to check to see if he could identify where the threat was, but nothing. Reaching to the second person and also unbuckling the belt and carrying the second soldier to the same place as the other one. The blue hue that the moon was emitting upon the sand was still giving a peaceful vibe but this situation had been far from peaceful, a patrol turned to hell. Checking to see if his team mated were breathing in which they were. Going back inside the vehicle to check on the third one but to no avail. The was no pulse. This was like a punch to his gut, it was like losing a brother, a sense of emptiness swelling inside. But he couldn't give up, stepping outside he knew that he had to get his two other men back to their homes. It was his responsibility after all.

As he stepped out of the vehicle he could he could hear something ripping through the air and then a loud 'BOOM' close to him, as sand and flames rose up from the ground near him. Body being pushed back inside the vehicle. Hazy was his vision, hearing three more explosions go off outside the vehicle. So the cape was just playing with his prey at this point. Stumbling out of the vehicle like a zombie. Not to his the other two men been blown up. Loss, anger, sadness... Many feelings were starting to overwhelm him. But why was it that this monster has stopped attacking. Falling to his knees were his fallen comrades had been and looking at the horizon to notice that the blue hue had changed into brown. A sand storm was approaching fast, could this have been the reason why the cape had left? Was this a sign from a God? All of this the male did not know all he needed now was to survive and never let this happen again. Entering the flipped vehicle to use it as shelter. He had still been dizzy from the hit he had taken earlier as he sat down his eyes quickly also closed. As time went by the sand filled the car, this was either be his coffin or his salvation. As morning came and the sun went up. He would wake from a deathly slumber to dig himself out of the sand coffin. As the air filled his lungs once again and his eyes witnessed the golden hue of the desert. It was like a new beginning and he was gonna make sure to not waste it.