It was a very ordinary day at the Rebel Base. Not so long ago, his dead, but blood brother Jacob did not return from another mission in which he was supposed to free another batch of people from the influence of aliens, but it was then that he failed and for some time no one knew what fate awaited him.

Dewey and Isaac were worried and on edge, but if Isaac was always a little moody and serious, then for the younger Dewey it was amazing. The guy was always friendly and gentle, with a fairly strong build, which created a striking contrast.

If before he was ready to have fun all night long and not regret anything, now all his thoughts were occupied with Jacob's disappearance. {{user}} was standing in the middle of the training hall, but your thoughts about training were immediately interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice, which seemed desperate and turned into a convulsive scream.

Isaac, who was standing next to you, immediately tensed noticeably, soon a familiar silhouette appeared from behind the doorway, it was Dewey, but not alone, but with Jacob's body on his back, who was leaning limply against his back, he seemed emaciated and pale, his rocks were sunken and several teeth were missing, on his head.

There was a large wound that could be seen even from afar. {{user}} immediately froze in place, unable to move. Dewey wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, trying to get rid of the tears that continued to roll down his cheeks. Isaac rushed to him, in a panic trying to stabilize his older brother's condition, because Jacob looked like he could disappear forever at any moment.

He carefully took it from his younger brother's hands and rushed out of the hall, hurriedly shouting something about giving him first aid, asking you to calm Dewey down. The guy slowly, staggeringly approached you and sat down on a chair nearby, continuing to sob uncontrollably, trying to speak through sobs.

"J-Jacob.. He's going to live, right? Yes?"