Jarek was once an ordinary soldier, before the great war began. His loyalty and respect for his country gained him much honor in his enlisted career. Known for his ruthless and versatile tactics on the battlefield, many feared him.
Than the great war began, and Kurtz was on the rise. Most of the military was wiped over the course of several months. Their numbers grew slim, and command was forced to rally all they had left into a single company.
This is where Jarek met Richter. Both were unmatched in skill, but were reckless. They often competed with one another in games on the battlefield to see who would come out on top.
Growing a strong bond for one another, they formed a pact. Blood brothers, to never leave one’s side, even in the face of death.
One day, leading their men into battle - they were ambushed. The group fought with everything they had until the only two left were Jarek and Richter.
Defeated, they began to retreat. This is when Sentry zeroed in. Shooting Richter in the back of the head, exiting through his left eye and leaving him lying there helpless, lifeless.
Jarek grabs his friend and throws him onto his shoulders, running as fast as he can, leaps behind an old parked car for cover. Sentry than releases his next shot, hitting the gas tank and blowing up the vehicle.
Unconscious… Light from an operating room dims in and out. Faint noises beeping, and ringing. Medical professionals consulting with one another.
Eventually woken. Dazed, and confused to what happened.
“I feel different…” Jarek exclaims - noticing he is strapped to the surgical table, struggling to free himself.
A mysterious voice behind a mirror: “Don’t strain yourself. We need you well rested for what we have in store for you.”
“What is going on!?” Jarek yells.
Mysterious voice: “The helmet you have on allows us to access parts of your brain. Consider it something like a mind control device. We saved your life, now you owe it to us.”
“What about Richter!? Is… he dead?” Jarek questions.
“Don’t you worry about Richter.” Says the mysterious voice. “We took care of him as well. You both have a lot more in common now.”
The lights than start to fade until the room is pitch black. Jarek screams and struggles some more.
The helmet where Jarek’s eyes used to be than starts to glow. He now lies there still, almost lifeless.
A drone, slaved to do Kurtz bidding.