Evan "Xion" Summer was not alien to this part of the world. As far as it was, he knew his bearings and was very certain of his mission. He knew what he had to do to save his kind from eternal bondage to the Genocreepers, a savage race belonging to the planet of Genomiae, once known as Mars.
And nothing was gonna stop him.
Back at the tavern, Summer ordered a fruity tequila just to cool down in the heat of the day. Arizona had been taken captive by the Texan Hillbillies, a Southern terrorist group that controlled as well vast areas of Texas. Their leadership was not that oppressive as most of them were just predictable, redneck ranchers. Evan took a sip and pondered on the events that were about to unfold.
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