(Yep, it is the hydralisk from star craft.  I loved those things, they were so cool.)<br/><br/>Avis let himself collapse on the ground.  Tears fell from his eyes and slowly splattered on the ground.  He slowly managed to get up, and sat down on the ground.  He felt the heat slowly fade as some clouds began to come across the sun.  Avihs stood up, and began walking towards the old military base.  He had no shirt over his chest, and his cargo pants were torn in numerous places.  He didn’t even bother with shoes.<br/><br/>As he came to the base, he began to hear voices, and an explosion or two.  He winced, and saw the ruins of it.  He’d been raised here, so seeing the gate house crumbled in was a bit of a shock to him.  He shook his head at the waste and crawled inside.  The guard had been turned into a pin cushion by the glass.  His paws slipped inside the pockets and he pulled out a pistol, a holster and some spare magazines.  He strapped the holster across his white fur covered chest and crawled out of the guard house.<br/><br/>Again he heard more voices coming from below the base.  Avihs winced and began going around, carefully watching his surroundings for any sign of activity.  He then came to the base records building and entered the pass code into the back door.  He entered slowly and then made his way to the computer; rapidly he began pulling up the files that were last accessed.<br/><br/>He was surprised that many of them related to his work.  His mandibles slowly spread in puzzlement.  He leaned over, his crest sticking close to his back, and began digging into more of the files.  He was so engrossed in his search he never knew that there were others in the large room.