"So what exactly happen next?" Aeris voice rose P out of his thought of the incident.
"Of course I rush towards that girl, according to protocol 3.15c it is our priority to save civilians ..."
"Yeah I know that protocol... I wrote it before... I mean where's the girl now?"
"I don't know. I remember rushing towards her, grab her and cover her as much as I could. I took a few shots at my back then I pass up... till they pick me up and back over here..."
"Hmm... I can't transmit your report like this..."
"???"
"Apparently, Baret's team search over the parameter. None were found the existence of the scout ship nor the crazy girl you try to saved. The worst senario is that there isn't any prove to your words, except those scars of yours..."
"Aeris! You know that I never lie to you. I saw BOTH the ship and the girl! Their tracks can be easily covered up by the heavy snow then."
"I know you won't lie to me... Great Commando P... You got that title not for nothing you know. I'll investigate this and see what turns up. OK?"
"Thanks Aeris..."

P slowly crawl through the white terrain, towards the possible location of the doisturbance. He himsalf do not like stealth work. He do admit that an surprise attack or a major understandance of his enemy location or strength helps a lot in a battle, but he prefer to rush towards the enemy, risking what it takes. Perhaps that's what Aeris always say to him, "You're such a fool sometimes, rushing into things, but surprisingly you did well each time" Dispite his like or dislikeness, P understand himself fairly well that he needs to know what cause that big disturnace to the peaceful surroundings.

Snows that fall cover his tracks as he crawl slowly towards north, to an empty opening that used to be a loading bay when the defensive turrets were build. P knows the surroundings quite well as he was one of the commandos in charge of the security during construction. But somehow, he knows somethings wrong here. Something is going to happen. His mighty six sense, that's helped him a lot of times before, is telling him to be extra careful, and he decides to follow its advice.

From a far P could see a big black shadow on the loading bay. No doubt it is an enemy craft, perhaps a scouting unit. Even though a scout ship's attack and defense is not a big problem for P, but he has to be carfull. Any little mistake during battle will be fatal. Sowly P scan through the surroundings. Two units K-bots (a type of enemy soldier robots that are used on surface combat, with blaster gun as primaly weapon) guarding in front, with two more at the back.

"Hmm... this won't be a problem..." but before P could continue his thought on his stragety, his eyes caught on something that moves slowly and faintly towards the Ospasus craft. Althought still far his eyes could grabs that shadow is a small kid walking towards the enemy!

A standalone routine checking missile turret. That's what P's mission for the day. Sounds simple, but he knows well that he's gonna hate this. He's never good around machines... and accident seems to happen around him when he gotten involve with machinery. Perhaps that's why I joins in the Commando Team, away from machinery, P thought. P never used gunnery, either from simple classic barreta 9mm, or to the more refined plasma beam weaponry. Aiming seems hard to him using them. To him, his trusty old double-edge knive works the best to him. More like a boomerang to most people, but sharper than any swords or knives that exist. Again, P doesn't know how he got the weapon. Perhaps he himself make it? Or he bought it? Or perhaps treasures from his family? Not knowing the true past of himself makes himself sick all the time.

"Blue wire... green one... connect to here... controller there... ah..."
"I hate this job..." P said to himself.
"If it wasn't that slimy Joseph I won't be at here... dealing with these dumb machines..." P said to himself, slamming over the turret cover hard.
"Bang!"

P stop. He's ears open wide. Something doesn't sounds right. That sound just now isn't from the slamming on the turret, but lies somewhere to his east. Someone or something is there. P always trusted his instict rather than true facts. The Commando team was trained to be always prepare for anything, anytime, anywhere. Knowing what he should do, P put himself in stealth, crawling through slightly below the surface of thick snow on the floor, towards the source of the sound.

P focus his mind back into his mission. A very simple one. That's what his superior always say to him. But what does he know, P thought. Always sitting around nicely air-cond room, not knowing the real danger outside. There's always unwanted error, calculations, factors that could affect a single mission, be it just a routine equipment check, or a front assult to Ospasus bases. The factors are so unknown that not even any veterans could tell what might happens next. That's where the commando teams come in specialty. Always prepare for anything, be it good or bad, in their own way. And with P around, nothing does seems impossible.

Looking back into his past, he sees nothing but darkness and emptiness from his heart. He remembers nothing about his past, a price to pay for defending Fort Amen against the Ospasus. P tried his best for finding his family, but it is in vain. The only family that he remembers is Commander Aries, who is his supervisor and look after him during the war. He look up upon P, and sees P as his son. For in his mind P is more than just a commando under his command, and more than just a son. To him, P might be the answer to end the war...