Bear held the young pilot in his arms. The mans legs had gone, and half his body was burnt. Amazingly, he was still alive, but was coughing up blood and his eyes were completely red. "Sir.. I'm sorry.." he managed to stutter, spitting blood on Bears face while he did. "Its ok kid, its ok.." Bear replied. The kid died in his arms. His eyes were wide open, and Bear closed them gently. "We'll get whoever did this kid... Me and the boys will get them."

(OOC: Its a start for a full on combat story. Just be in an office, and say "The rebels killed him!" and then send the Navy out. But it has to be a bit more complicated, lol)