They would make it down to... Dojoville? Or at least whatever was left of it. "Should we try going through?" Caroline asked

"[b]Yeah, better than being out in the open.[/b]" Drake said, continuing on into the village.

They begun to move through, the entire place being eerily quiet. It was abnormally derelict, almost enough to say they were walking into a trap... "DON'T MOVE." a voice said, booming over some sort of loudspeaker. "YOUR SURROUNDED. DROP YOUR WEAPONS IMMEDIATELY." Suddenly, they became aware of the four ogre-class Titans that surrounded them, each accompanied by at least twenty A.R.E.S. ground troops. They were heavily armored and held extremely advanced weaponry that would pose a problem if they tried to run.

"[b]Think they'll fall for the hostage trick again?[/b]" Drake whispered to Caroline jokingly as he slowly raised his weapon up, though keeping it in a mostly neutral position. "[b]'Cause right now, I've got nothing.[/b]"

"Put down the weapon. NOW!" the loudspeaker said again as the troops prepared to fire. At that moment, a small A.R.E.S. flagship came down from the sky. It looked like it was designed exclusively for a commander or general and his elite guard. It landed directly in their path. "Hit it!" someone within the ranks said, the soldiers suddenly throwing something towards the two. It exploded, knocking them back and emitting some sort of gas. Whatever it was, it was causing Micheal to slip in and out of consciousness... After a few moments, a figure could be seen moving amongst the smoke. He looked at Caroline, almost disappointed in her, and two men suddenly picked her up and carried her to the craft. The figure then moved over to Micheal, peering down at him with a cock of his head. He seemed to be wearing a heavily ornamented combat suit, fit for a high ranking general. He disengaged the black visor that obscured his face, revealing someone that seemed oddly recognizable yet foreign. He was human, and he looked like he had seen some shit. "Micheal Drake. Hm. I almost expected someone of a little... higher caliber. I suppose I shouldn't complain. After all, you are just another puppet to be played" the General said. That was the last thing he heard, as the smoke clouded his mind and the blackness overtook him. [spoiler]Same reply chain or another post? Your preference.[/spoiler]

[spoiler]I say new post.[/spoiler]