Chapter I – The Race of Technology
It was 2065, and Andrew Larzones, a High Rank U.S. Alpha soldier was now 29 ½. It was
two years after the war of viruses, known as War: V. It was over a virus called War-V. This war was
sparked by a war called Tri-gun, which was ignited by the hatred of three sides – the U.S. Alpha, the
Skulls and the Bombers. During that war, the Bombers discovered the War-V, a deadly virus. It did
not infect, nor did it kill the carrier. It made the carrier more powerful. Powerful enough to kill
The Skulls realized how deadly this was and immediately sided with the Alphas, like before
Tri-gun. Then the Alphas discovered a virus Itna-Vraw. They managed to lure away the Bombers
for a time… And then they returned.
Andrew shook all the thoughts out of his head. He was sitting on his porch, relaxing from
all of these battles. Tri-gun, War: V and a short battle between the Alphas and the terrorists Quadien
Allsin. The Allsin battle didn’t seem so serious – in fact, it was rather short.
However, there was something Andrew realized among few people – the scientists in the
group that studied War-V (because strange occurrences had happened with the virus mutations) were
up to something.
Andrew took the lemonade from his wife, Laylia. It was an improvement – a great one at
that – from the damn food of the Main Ships. Andrew sighed. The death of his best friend, Ssej
Seerk, still lured in his head. It was a lingering, bitter event that clawed onto Andrew’s head, seeping
away all happiness present on this beautiful late-summer day.
Ssej and his wife, Sarah, had both died. Where their daughter, Jane Seerk, was, Andrew
didn’t know, but he prayed she was safe.
He called up Dave Arkonson, his other friend. The videophone flashed on as Andrew
dialed the number.
“Hello?” Dave spoke.
“Hey, Dave, it’s Andrew. Well,” he started, and his voice cut off.
“Well… I just… I want to take up… using that A-57 again. It’s just… So powerful, and
after Ssej’s death I want to… I just want to make sure nothing happens to others, and that’s gonna
make me feel secure.
“I don’t know if Captain Bryan or Admiral Stugulf are gonna allow a ‘carrier change’ or
anything, but, well – I don’t know,” said Andrew.
“I understand, yo. I guess we’ll… Meet up at the Koran again? Er… Damn, I keep
forgetting that thing was destroyed. Well, I guess we could meet up at some other Main Ship,” said
“Yeah,” replied Andrew.
“In only one year, we have been able to create a great, new piece of technology. The Bird of
Prey Main Ship. We have produced fifteen units so far, and we are continuing to make them. Also,
we have improved on our smooth, alien-like Main Ships. These vessels, clearly known as the Water-
ripple ships, have powerful engines and a great speed. We have added a ram, several more missiles
and more turrets.
“Now, the Bird of Prey Main Ships are very much improved from the original, standard
Main Ship design. The beak-shaped bridge can be used as a ram. Less crew workers – much less –
are needed to pilot this ship. All the space for hospitals, storage, etc. is in the middle and below,
guarded by several turrets. On the bottom of the ship, we have a large 10-barreled chain gun with
254mm Titanium-Armor-Destroying bullets. On each wing, the ship is armed with 40 missiles. The
wings can ‘flap’ up and down. On the aft, we have three tail guns and a rotating SWA cannon. At
the bridge we have three main lasers. This ship has an efficient burn shield. Now, the Bird of Prey
Main Ship Falcon 02 has been tested already. We have since then added more features.
“The Admirals and a group of engineers have also come up with a new rifle. It has 11mm
Foot-Armor-Piercing bullets. A single clip can hold up to 150 bullets. The rifle has laser sight, a
flashlight, a scope with night vision and a hologram crosshair. It is easy to handle, and it has a built
in beam sword. This is the A-150 Assault Rifle, or Alpha-150 round Assault Rifle.
“We also have created a new grenade type. It is called the BE Grenade, or Blade Extractor
Grenade. You activate it by pressing this trigger, throw it then watch it detonate. When this grenade
explodes, the blades are released and they travel about five feet and explode. It’s similar to a
“And now, our greatest creation of all… We have a new suit for enhanced bodies called the
Ghost Suit,” Admiral Stugulf paused a minute to take a breath as the others observed the suit.
Captain Bryan noticed its helmet. It had a dark visor, a mask and triangular wedges of armor
on the sides. The shoulder pads were constructed of a strange flexible metal and were attached to
the neck guard. The armor covered the entire body.
“Now,” said Admiral Stugulf, “With this suit, we have finally mastered light-bending
technology. We have designed the cloaking engines so small that it is nearly ‘invisible’ itself. I have
never released the news, but I am now. We have taken in extremely athletic mid-teens and trained
them like a normal Private. We have given them augmentations and enhancements in their body
using safe drugs. We have also implanted computers into them, allowing them to have a motion
detector in their retina, a COM in their tonsils or throat, and a small AI-insert slot on their arm. I’ll
get to that later. Now, the suit, as Augmented Soldier Becca will demonstrate, can cloak.”
A naked woman stepped into the suit behind the curtains. The suit activated and
disappeared. Only faint white lines were visible. Light was slightly distorted, as if in water. “The
suit,” said Admiral Stugulf, “also has powerful shields that can deflect bullets, and one round of a
13.37 cannon.” An orange bolt hit the suit as it became visible for a split second and a faint hint of
blue surrounded it.
“Now, we have created our first actual working AI. Unlike past AI’s, this one is
programmed to think up new thoughts of its own. It truly has a mind of its own. We can put these
holographic AI’s into slots and insert them into the Ghost suit. The AI can then give the soldier
information on what to do.”
Becca was about to take the suit off when Admiral Stugulf went up to her. “Ah – you don’t
have to take that up. You should adapt to the suit – the MILSS are going to wear them for a while.”
Admiral Stugulf liked Becca’s attitude. At only 17, she was serious about her military work.
She never filed a complaint and only listened to those orders in which she had to. “Oh, and,” the
Admiral said, “You might want to take Anatroc with you, Becca.” He handed Becca a slot with AI
data on it.
“S-sir… It’s the only AI created so far… Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” Becca saluted
“At ease. We’ve got much more being made for the MILSS.”
The A-57 ran and jumped toward the D-44. A hail of plasma fire scorched the ground and
barely missed the running walker mech. The D-44’s head turned and it fired the 13.37 cannon. The
A-57’s arm was blown off as it staggered back and fired plasma bolts. The bolts smashed the D-44
visor and the outer layer of glass fell off.
The D-44 ran back and charged its 13.37 cannon. It flared with purple lights that danced
across the air. Steam and smoke rippled the light and the pulse charge released. The A-57 pressed its
feet into the ground and jumped over the shot. It fired. The D-44 ran to the right and attempted to
flank the A-57, firing its burst lasers. However, the A-57 retaliated with a volley of plasma bolts and
missiles. The D-44 was damaged but it neared. The A-57 brought back its arm and smashed the
engines. They ignited, and right before the D-44 did too, its 13.37 cannon fired into the A-57’s
Andrew wiped his forehead as the simulation field warped out. “Damn,” he said, “Good
“I concur,” replied Dave, smirking. The two pilots hopped out of the simulation mechs as
sweat cut trails through the dirt in their face. Dave took out a handkerchief and wiped his face. He
stuffed it in his pocket and pulled out another one. He offered it to Andrew who took it.
“Woo, I’m gonna get my water bottle,” said Andrew.
As Andrew walked away, Dave mused.
After his A-57 training, Andrew returned home. He walked out to his porch and sat on his
favorite rocking chair. He sighed as dim sunlight hit the deck. Shadows of trees swayed in the
afternoon breeze. Clouds in the sky slowly raced around.
Andrew sat down and sighed. The summer’s air was calming, but something seemed
strange… It seemed as if something bad would soon happen.
Robby Dunel sighed as he read the letter. He had to “return to Pentagon 2 for a body-suit
enhancement program.” He didn’t have a damn clue what that meant, but he didn’t care; he didn’t
want to go back. He didn’t want fighting – but then again, who did? Anyway, orders were orders.
He turned to his wife, Alba Dunel, and ran his hand through her brown hair as they
“Low Commander Robby Dunel reporting to Pentagon 2 body-suit enhancement program!”
The man yelled as the guard saluted. He let him pass.
Commander Robby walked into the large geometrical building. He looked at the letter.
“Biology Engineering Studies – Room 451, level 4.” Robby walked to the elevator and pressed in the
room number. The capsule-shaped elevator moved up to the fourth level and horizontally to room
451. Robby got out.
“Ah, Commander Dunel… Robby Dunel,” said a voice. Commander Robby turned and
saluted. “At ease, soldier,” said the Admiral. “You are here, soldier, to receive the newest piece of
technology. Come in, I’ll explain.”
The Commander followed. He saw rows of what appeared to be small humanoid androids,
along with several strange rifles. The Admiral halted and said, “Commander Dunel, we have created
these suits – called Ghost Suits – for enhanced and augmented bodies. As you see, we have several
Military Super Soldiers – MILSS – already. These suits can cloak, handle several plasma shots and
are the key to victory in war.
“Now, we have taken several young teens, trained and augmented them, and designed them
for this suit,” the Admiral finished.
Commander Robby paused. “These… MILSS have been trained since,”
“Around sixteen,” finished Admiral Stugulf.
“Sixteen,” repeated Robby. “But I have been trained at 18 and was augmented at the age of
22. What good would this do to me?”
“We have seen that the augmentations in the MILSS bodies are just a little higher than your
augmentations, bringing the MILSS 13% more powerful than you. However, we have found that
your body should have enough strength to handle these ghost suits.”
“And… If they don’t?”
“Then your body will be crushed. Now, to the testing room,” Admiral Stugulf spoke with
ease, as if there was no risk.
Commander Robby winced at the risks, but he followed.
In the testing room, Admiral Stugulf said “Strip down and we will begin making adjustments
to your body and attaching the suit.” Robotic arms had several white-grey parts in them. A sleeping-
gas mask was put onto the Commander as a large tool punctured out a section of his flesh in his arm.
Admiral Stugulf wiped the blood and filled it with a medical gelatin substance.
Arms worked with tools with clanking sounds as they inserted a metal lining on the sides of
the large wound. They inserted metal chips into veins and eventually covered the entire wound with
Wires hooked up to his body and released some sort of electrical shock as an arm scanned
his body for biological flaws. Then the arms started to grab parts of a suit. The white-grey parts
attached easily onto Commander Robby. Hard on the outside/soft on the inside armored boots
attached to his feet with a satisfying clank sound. A machine dug into Commander Robby’s ear and
attached machinery into his nerves, allowing a biological COM system. Finally, the Ghost Suit
helmet was attached. It connected to the suit’s arm section, which was connected to the chip-
inserting slot. A motion-sensor radar, health and shields display, systems power display and
communications display winked on.
Commander Robby woke up. “We’re all done,” said Admiral Stugulf.
“Damn… I feel… Heavy. Everything looks darker, too. And my arm hurts like hell in a
sandwich,” said Robby, rubbing his head. “What’s this?” He flipped on a switch and his displays
illuminated. He flicked another and night vision came on. “Well,” the Commander said to himself,
Admiral Stugulf instructed him to walk to the small room where the other MILSS were.
Commander Robby rubbed his neck, his heavy suit clanking onto the ground. It was hard to
control his movements – the heavy suit was unusual – very unusual. Commander Robby stepped
into the small waiting room and saw the other troops. There were female Ghost Suit models and
“Officer on deck!” A young lady spoke and everyone stood straight and saluted. How did
they know he was a Commander? Robby looked down at his arm and saw a small Low-Ranking
Commander insignia delicately inscribed onto his suit. “Private Becca Rest reporting, sir! All MILSS
are to receive an AI chip to insert into their computers system. Here, take this one – it’s a newly
“A-AI? We’re going to have AI’s in our heads?” Commander Robby rubbed his neck again.
“Uh, yes, sir. Did the Admiral not tell you? They give us tactical information in battle and
help us with –”
“Okay,” said Commander Robby. He took the chip and inserted it into his arm. He felt a
strange, cool wind-like feeling rush over his skin.
“Whew,” said a cool female voice, “It’s pretty strange in here. Accessing personnel data…
It says here that you are a Low-Ranking Commander at the age of 39. Thirty-nine, eh? That’s old
for a um… A MILSS. The others I’ve seen are only 16 or so.”
“So I’m old,” said Commander Robby, “Thanks.”
“No, no. You’re just… You’re just older than the others. Actually, 39 is quite a young age
according to several polls taken… Anyway, why are you so old? I mean, why are you so much older?
According to official U.S.A. Alpha files, the secret MILSS were drafted at a young teen age. Were
“Negative,” said Commander Robby. “I came in the army some years ago at 18. I was
augmented at 22. The Admiral Stugulf and his friends just found out my augmentations are enough
to handle a Ghost Suit. But my neck is killing me!”
“In that case,” the AI said in a calm, cool voice, “I’ll sooth it by activating the suit’s auto
readjustment system.” Commander Robby’s suit aligned with his neck and another strange cool
feeling covered his neck.
“Thanks. What’s your name, anyway?”
“Aiestha. That’s what U.S.A.A. personnel like to call me, though my official code is AI-30.
I have a reputation of being tactically correct and precise with calculations. I already have a
reputation, yes, though I was just created a few days ago.”
Commander Robby rolled his eyes and thought, “I’m surprised she doesn’t have a reputation
of being an annoying bragger.”
“I heard that, you know. I can observe your every movement. Every single movement.”
“Oh yeah?” Commander Robby challenged, “Were AI’s invented to haunt super soldiers?”
Commander Robby sat down on a metallic bench and talked to Aiestha. “So, um… What
are the MILSS going to do?”
“Hang on. I’m hacking into the MILSS Restricted Secret Files to find out,” replied Aiestha.
“Uh, isn’t that illegal?”
“Yeah, but what are they going to do? Put my chip in a jail? They can’t treat me like a
human because I’m not. Hell, I don’t have a holographic body yet,” said Aiestha, giving a sense of
“Ah. I see. So then it’s okay. Got’cha.”
Ignoring him, Aiestha said, “Apparently the Ghost Troopers are going for an all-terrain
training. We’re going to fight War-V mutations.”
“That’s it? With these, It’ll be a snap.”
“One catch. No weapons but the ones found on the field,” said Aiestha.
Commander Robby cocked an eyebrow. “Which are…?”
“Let’s see… Rocks, sticks, water, snow, dirt… That’s really all there is.”
“I see,” replied Commander Robby. “And are there air units?”
“Actually,” said Aiestha, “43% of the War-V mutations are made up of air units.”
“N-now sir,” said the Professor, “Do we… We must have to sacrifice our specimens?”
“I don’t give a crap,” said Admiral Stugulf, “just make those mutations and put them in the
The Professor sighed, “Yes, sir.” He hated it. He did not want to give up the War-V. The
specimens proved to be interesting, very interesting indeed. They were powerful weapons, and the
Professor didn’t realize how much of an advantage they could have been. He noticed the guards
peering into the glass containers, seeing the newly born Mertzin firing guns and throwing grenades.
They seemed as absorbed as the scientists.
It was as if the War-V had become some sort of an addictive drug. A powerful one, at that.
“All right, MILSS, your mission is this: Destroy all War-V in this area. That means all. If
there is a goddamn virus on your shirt, I want you to damned spray it with cleaner! Do you
understand me, soldiers?!” The Sergeant yelled.
“Sir, yes sir!” The MILSS soldiers yelled, Robby’s voice being the loudest and clearest.
“Now listen to me, soldiers! You aren’t gonna get one goddamn weapon at all! But I’ll give
you a hint since 99% of you are made up of careless, reckless teens! This site was once a home for
some Indians. American Indians, I mean. I don’t really know what kind, but that doesn’t matter.
Now lemme tell you teens something. There is a damned thirty-year old here. If you get him mad by
insubordination, tactical mistakes or WHATEVER, I’ll give him the choice to wipe you out of the
MILSS group. Now get going!”
“Sir, yes sir!” The MILSS saluted except for one careless teenager and the Sergeant walked
over to him.
“You want to stand strait and show some goddamn respect son, or do I have to kick your
ass out of this fucking military camp?!” Sergeant Vago yelled, stomping his boot into the dirt
pathway, tossing up clouds of dust.
“My apologies, sir! W-with all due respect sir, I’m just… Not used to army life, sir. I’m
only 16, sir.”
“Sixteen, eh? I understand son… BUT YOU GODDAMN BETTER FUCKING SHAPE
UP! YOU ARE A UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ALPHA MILITARY SUPER SOLDIER! I
DO NOT WANT OUR POSSIBLY GREATEST WEAPON TO GOOF OF AND FAIL! DO
YOU UNDERSTAND ME SON?!”
“Y-yes sir… Sir, yes sir!” The MILSS soldier at first looked ashamedly at his feet, then
straitened out and looked the Sergeant right in the eye. Commander Robby observed him. His legs
were long and his body was muscular. He had potential to fight, but he didn’t use it… yet.
“That’s more like it, damn it! NOW GET GOING!”
Commander Robby ran, positioning his arms in a gun formation and realizing he had no
weapon. “Damn it, I’m not used to having no gun,” he said.
“I wonder what it’s like with one,” said a girl named Ronnie. “I like to run track and all, but
I’m competitive not… murderous.”
“You’re gonna have to be murderous. In a good way, I mean. We’re protecting our
country. Trying to prevent the conflict that sparked Tri-gun, when America was split. You
remember that all, right?” Commander Robby spoke as the MILSS entered the fields. “Get down
on your bellies and hide in the grass.”
“Uh, sir,” said Ronnie, “I wasn’t alive then.”
“Oh. Well, the states were divided after a disagreement in the destruction of nuclear
weapons. See, the Skulls, which was our other military division at the time, were going to destroy
that stuff. In fact, I was once a Skull, fighting the Alphas. Anyway, after the Bombers attacked us,
the Skulls refused to destroy the nuclear weapons. They said they were gonna use them in war, but a
contract that U.S.A.A. and U.S.A.S. signed said that they had to destroy the weapons. So Uncle Sam
got chopped in half.
“Later, we joined up again, near the end if Tri-Gun. And now we’re here.”
“Interesting,” said Ronnie. “Anyway, what should we do now?”
“Ok. Ronnie, Becca, Jones and me – we’re Green Team. Mark, Jamie and Marianne –
You’re Blue team. I want my team to find round rocks and arrowheads – I want Blue team to find
Y-shaped sticks and strong, thick grass.” Commander Robby said.
Commander Robby army-crawled through the thickets and found what he was looking for –
Indian arrow heads. He kept going and found an old Indian toy, which was a rock ball. He even
found an ancient bowstring – it was better than the thick grass he wanted Blue team to find, and he
picked it up. After a few minutes, the Commander crawled back to the small meeting patch. He
radioed the others.
The other MILSS arrived with the right things in hand. “We even found some old rubber
bands,” said Mark.
“It’s not a rubber band,” corrected Commander Robby, “Its ancient bowstring. I found a
piece myself. Alright, I take it you all know what we’re gonna make in today’s ‘arts and crafts’?”
“Roger that,” the MILSS replied.
“Ok then, get to work,” Robby said, ripping apart the ancient bowstring and tying it to the
small points of the Y-shaped stick. Securing the rope with another knot and a tug, Robby tested the
slingshot. It was perfect.
“Everyone done?” The Commander questioned.
“Roger,” the soldiers replied.
“Ok, I’ve learned about these ancient Indians before… Apparently, these toy balls they have
always have a small slit. People are guessing people put a piece of string in it and tied it all around
the ball to make it like a piece of yarn. Anyway, put the arrowhead into that slit. That way, we can
fire a deadly object that can work with the slingshot. These ‘bullets’ seem sturdy enough to last
about a dozen times… Three rocks for each. Let’s spread out. Try not to waste your ammunition
on ground units, though. You can get them with fists.”
Commander Robby got up and ran through the thickets, slightly crouching. The tall grass
ended at a large field. In the field there were two Armageddons. One Armageddon spotted the
Commander and jumped up. It extended a blade arm. The blade was a curved blade with a dull side
where it was shaped like a crater and not a hill. The Armageddon raised it, dull side toward Robby,
intending to stab him. That was a mistake.
Commander Robby ducked as he grabbed the arm and ripped it off with ease. Commander
Robby jumped up and held the arm like a sword. However, the Armageddon held up a blender-like
arm. The blades sliced against the Ghost Suit shields, sparking yellow bits of light into the air.
The Armageddon called in its companion with a nail-on-chalkboard yell. The other
Armageddon swept Commander Robby with an arm, but he jumped up and landed on the wounded
Armageddon. It screamed with another screeching noise and fell to its death. The new Armageddon
sneaked up behind Commander Robby and cut his shields.
Robby turned around and kicked it then ripped off several of the limbs. Overhead, he saw
several Zapholen – about ten of them. The Commander pulled out the slingshot and got out a
bullet. With a single, striking shot, one of the Zapholen plummeted down, and six remained.
Commander Robby ran to the Zapholen and fired again and again, until everything in site was gone.
“Every spec of War-V,” said Ronnie through the COM. “What’s the Sergeant expect us to
do? I don’t have a bottle of cleaner, but this War-V blood is getting all over my suit! There’s viruses
crawling all over!”
“Well, don’t worry,” replied Commander Robby as sounds of death played in the
background, “Sergeant Vago is apparently known to exaggerate… Unlike some others I know.”
“Ah, I see.” Ronnie jumped down and fired her slingshot at the diving Jarvelin. She ran
toward a Mertzin and jump-kicked it and snapped its neck, then retrieved the bullet. “So,” she
added, “When do we get guns?”
“You’re desperate to use one, eh? That’s good. We need more killing machines. And more
“Yeah,” said Ronnie. “Really, though, when?”
“Hell if I know,” said Commander Robby, “But I wish they’d let me use one. I have plenty
of damn experience.”
“Excuse me,” interrupted Ronnie’s AI, Warden. “But we’ve got some more serious issues,
Ronnie. Just kill the War-V. P.S., I detect several War-V Mertzin trying to flank you.”
“Yeah, yeah, AI,” said Ronnie, rolling her eyes.
“I saw that. Besides, my name is Warden, and not AI.” Ronnie grinned at the AI’s
comments. She ran quickly towards a patch of trees and hid, bringing out her slingshot again. She
carefully aimed it at incoming Armageddon. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Warden questioned.
“There’s about eight of them. Your first bullet will probably be destroyed after you snipe them all.”
“What should I do?” Ronnie questioned, firing a bullet. “Run out there and kill them on
“Well,” said Warden, “That’s not the only problem. You’ll have to retrieve the bullet, too.”
“Damn it!” Ronnie yelled to her AI-Human COM. “Couldn’t you have said that first? Now
what should I do?”
“I suggest hitting an Armageddon and making the bullet rebound to kill two at once.”
“Aim for part of the meat and the blades. The bullet should get a deep gash in the
Armageddon and make it die of blood-loss but the blade should be able to deflect it onto anther
War-V,” said Warden.
“You realize,” Ronnie said as she cocked an eyebrow, “that that’s going to take a hell of a
“Well, you are good at sniping, according to your files.”
“That’s with a fucking rifle, not an ancient slingshot.” Ronnie sighed and fired her second
bullet. It penetrated the Armageddon, but it did not rebound. “Damn.” She fired her last one with
extreme caution and concentration. The bullet went flying, but it was headed toward a chunk of
meat and no blade. The Armageddon spotted it, raised its arm and was hit. The end of the bullet
sliced through it, causing a huge gash, but it was still flying in the air. The Armageddon knocked it
away quickly as it fell, screaming. The bullet flew toward another one of the bastards and killed it.
“Well, that was amazing,” Warden said.
“Aye, it was,” said Ronnie, smiling with pride. There were now four Armageddons left.
Ronnie sighed and ran out and launched into the air. She brought her feet toward an Armageddon
but missed. Blades cut at her shields as she punched the creature. However, another blade
weakened her shields, and several more blows destroyed it. It slowly recharged as Ronnie ran for
cover and consulted Commander Robby. “How to kill an Armageddon for dummies. I need that
book, so give it to me.”
Commander Robby said, “Step one: rip off an arm. Step two: kill the Armageddon with it.
Step three: step on it to taunt its dead body.”
“Step on it. Nice,” said Ronnie as she ran toward the Armageddon. She kicked it and
fiercely pulled of an arm. The grinding arm was still spinning as she pulverized an arm and killed the
monster. She ran toward another Armageddon and kicked it and repeated the process. One by one,
all the Armageddons were brutally killed.
Ronnie found her bullets and walked off.
Sergeant Vago put down his swimsuit magazine as the MILSS approached. “I see you’ve
returned. I’ll scan the area for War-V.”
The MILSS waited as Sergeant Vago said, “You missed a ton of viruses in the field. And
you guys have lots of viruses on your suits. You failed.”
“What?” Mark said, outraged.
“I gave you people orders. Clean up all the War-V. Now go back.”
“But sir –” Commander Robby was interrupted.
“I see you made some slingshots. That’s good. Use the weapons found, like sharp sticks or
rocks. Hint, hint. Nuetoplasm.”
“There is, sir? Nuetoplasm, in the fields?” Commander Robby spoke.
“Possibly,” was his reply.
The MILSS left and killed all the viruses.
After scorching the last of the areas with the Nuetoplasm gun that was lying around and
killing the mutations that formed, the MILSS returned to Pentagon 2 to sleep in a special camp.
Commander Robby sighed.
Captain Lort observed the smooth, no-handle plasma gun. Using technology from the
captured Phalax Pinpoint gun, the Bombers were able to design a thicker, bullet-like pulse shot that
fit into the size of a gun. Before, plasma could only be used in large weapons, but now the engineers
and scientists fit it in such a small space. It was glorious. Not only that, but a beam sword had been
built into the gun.
Also, using beam sword technology, a plasma-rocket launcher was created. Thousands of
tiny, needle-like shards of beam swords where stuck together by adhesive plasmatic material. When
launched, the plasma would deactivate and the sword shards would spread out. They would impale
people and, with Sc-00g plasma grenade technology, they would stick and explode. The rounds
could also home in on soldiers.
“Android 0194 reporting in for impaling launcher gun test. Reporting in to Captain Lort as ordered. How are you?”
The test-android spoke as it saluted.
“I am fine, 0194. Report to testing ground A-13 now,” said Captain Lort.
“Yes, sir. I will go as ordered. I will perhaps see you there at A-13, termination-class test field.”
Android 0194 left the room, its half AI mind pondering strange things. It was not worried
with the fact that it was about to be ripped apart by a large needle-rocket. Captain Lort got up from
his desk and walked to the engineering bay, picking up the large, clear-colored gun. He walked to the
testing grounds with a group of soldiers, engineers, and scientists.
“Fire one!” A weapons master yelled as Captain Lort launched the plasma sword clump.
The needles propelled forward and broke apart, searching for test robots. They found their prey.
Sergeant Vago handed each a large rifle. “This, my dear friends, is the A-150 Assault Rifle.
There are four settings: Single Shot, Shotgun, Burst, and Automatic. Single Shot is for sniping or for
killing some small thing without wasting ammo. Shotgun is for destroying groups of things quickly
and controlled. Burst is for not losing too much control but giving the enemy a taste of hell…
Automatic is to run in, shit hell out of your gun, etc.
“Use the gun wisely in this next training camp. Destroy all War-V, but use your firing
settings wisely. The War-V Mutations will be placed in a certain order. For example, if it’s just one
Mertzin, shoot it with your single shot. If there’s a small group, shotgun.”
“Give those things hell.”
Commander Robby led the MILSS to the training facility. It was a small metal maze with a
cloth opening. Robby stretched his arms under the weight of the bulky Ghost Suit. He activated the
cloaking shield on his suit and wandered off as light traveling through the shield was refracted. The
shield “protected” the suit from light, making it reflect and appear as if nothing was there.
Commander Robby grinned as all of his body vanished. Up ahead, there was a trained Mertzin
guarding a door. Becca, who was also cloaked, shot a single bullet at the Mertzin’s head.
A muffled roar was let out as the invisible MILSS patrolled on. This room now had a
metallic roof. There were small cave-like holes in the walls and, at a certain point, a large motion-
sensor camera. Up ahead, there was a small pack of Armageddons. “Get into those openings,”
Commander Robby told the team.
The MILSS obeyed as the motion-sensor swept the area – every part except for the small
wall openings. A large green beam danced across the floor and shut down; the motion-sensor
switched off for a few seconds. Commander Robby switched his gun to shotgun mode and fired at
the pack of Armageddons. They burst apart as blood stained the wall. However, the sensor camera
switched on again and there were still three Armageddons remaining.
The green line swept the area until it confirmed there were no intruders. Commander
Robby didn’t know what would happen if it scanned the MILSS, nor did he want to. He rounded his
opening’s corner and fired, destroying the rest of the Armageddon. The motion sensor light swept
the area again with its bio-sensing line of light. It hit the back wall and moved back. When it made a
lap, it did not turn off. The bio-sensor beam stayed on.
Commander Robby watched the light and when it hit the back wall again, he ran out and
towards the exit. The MILSS followed, trailed by the light. As the light prepared to hit the wall
again, the MILSS jumped into different openings. The light inched away and Commander Robby
slammed open the door.
Jumping in, Commander Robby searched the area, drifting his gun back and forth. He
silently waved the team in as he looked around the room as he deactivated the cloaking shields. It
was a dark hallway with large crates and barrels. Carefully opening one up, a Rill jumped at
Commander Robby’s face. He pulled it off with ease and threw it back into the crate, letting bursts
of ammunition destroy them.
“Sir,” said Mark, “How are we going to destroy all of these? We have no explosives.”
“Squash them,” said Commander Robby.
Mark slouched his shoulders. “What, sir?”
“You heard me, Mark. And you guys too,” Commander Robby indicated the MILSS team.
“Squash. They’re small enough to turn into mashed shit, so we’re gonna step on them.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” said Mark. “This is humiliating.”
“I’m guessing you’re the one Sergeant Vago yelled at for not being serious. Well, if you
don’t start taking orders from higher ranks, I’ll blow up too. Now get to work, soldiers,”
Commander Robby yelled and slung his gun. He began kicking the barrels and stepping over the tiny
The magenta-blue beam sword fragments hurled out of the clear gun, halted for a split
millisecond, turned and impaled an android behind a rock. One android popped out of its natural
rock bunker and fired its weak ADE-AM, or Armor Denting Automatic Machinegun. The weak
rounds caused small, unnoticeable marks on Captain Lort’s battle armor.
Captain Lort fired another round, the needles aiming for another android. When the ADE-
AM rounds stopped, Captain Lort took off his helmet, ran a hand through his messy hair and tossed
up the gun. He caught it and talked to the group of engineers, scientists and weapons masters.
“Good control, easy reloading, great homing sensors, lightweight and very devastating. I like it.
Create more copies of this and while you’re at it… Try attaching it onto a vehicle of some sort. We
need that kind of power. If those damned official weapons makers aren’t gonna make great things
like this, we are.
“You guys did a great job. Keep up the good work. If you don’t, you’ll be sorry,” Captain
“Yes, sir!” The rest of the personnel spoke, saluting.
The Military Super Soldiers crawled silently through the small vent, each one cloaked.
Commander Robby looked down as he sweat and his auto-cooling systems kicked in. Gelatinous
materials cooled, and Commander Robby let out his breath.
The Vent ended at a wall of a large room. Below, five Mertzin and two Armageddons stood
guard. Commander Robby turned on the COM and said, “I’ll pick them out and then we’ll jump
down.” He was about to grab his rifle when his voice echoed back to him, coming from a small
radio in the below room. To his horror, the War-V mutations in this room had an intercepting the
MILSS’ COM talk. The War-V turned their heads and bodies, Mertzin roaring and Armageddons
“Damn it,” said Commander Robby, ignoring the COM intercept radio, “Plan backfired.”
He pointed at the team with his fingers, then pointed below with his index finger. The team nodded.
They broke through the vent and dropped down.
Commander Robby’s cloaked activation slightly fizzed as he hit the ground, feet first, with a
loud boom. He ran to a different area so the War-V did not know where he was. According to his
motion sensors, the other MILSS did the same. Commander Robby fired his gun, using shotgun
mode. The MILSS mimicked him and the War-V were gone in moments.
“Good work,” Aiestha said. “We’ve got one more room, but… There are dozens of War-
V. No,” Aiestha paused. “About thirty.”
Mark paused and looked to the floor as his AI, Joanna, spoke, “There’s thirty War-V
mutations in the next room.” There was a crackle as Joanna switched to the MILSS Team COM and
said, “I suggest we use a combination of half Shotgun mode, half Automatic mode. The Automatics
can crouch ahead and fire a rampage of bullets, the Shotgun people cleaning up the mess with
“Good idea,” said Mark as he saw Commander Robby agreed with a nod. With all due
respect to him, Mark thought the Commander to be a sort of pain in the ass. He was too bossy and
not understanding. Mark was only sixteen, and he wasn’t really used to military life… At all. The
fact that he had been dragged into this dump was outrageous itself.
Mark shook the thoughts out of his head as Joanna suddenly said, “The room ahead is high
in explosive toxic engines. One burst in those and they could kill anything.”
“Our air filters will protect us,” said Mark. “See if you can detonate them somehow,
“Yes, sir. Apparently there are generators in the room. I could detonate one of them with
an auto destruct sequence. That should be enough force to blow one of the barrels up. Now, there
are some downsides. If there are any remaining War-V, they would be hard to locate with the lights
dimmer than usual.”
“Our night-vision can take care of it,” said Mark.
“Well, then there’s the toxins.”
“Air filters, I told you, Joanna.”
“No,” said Joanna, “The filters aren’t very strong. The suits can withstand the toxins for
about five minutes. Ahead of this next room is an air-cleaning room. It takes a minute to filter the
air in that room, so we’d have to get out of the next room in at max four minutes.”
“I’ve got you, Joanna. You guys copy that?”
“Roger that,” said Commander Robby. “That’s a smart AI you’ve got.” Aiestha generated a
cough that was sent through the COM as if telling Robby “I’m smarter.”
Commander Robby communicated with Aiestha, telling her to open the door. Joanna
destroyed a generator and lights dimmed as night vision went on. The MILSS cloaked and searched
the room. There were seven dead Mertzin on the ground and three standing, holding an arm in front
of their mouths and nostrils. Two were in either corner and one was blocking the door.
“Take them out,” said Commander Robby. Three of the MILSS went up to the Mertzin and
slammed the butt of their rifles into the Mertzin’s faces.
Skulls were smashed as Commander Robby looked at his countdown mission clock. 3:43
minutes to go. Perfect. He told Aiestha to open the door.
“Accessing computers…” 3:23. “I’m attempting to hack into the computer systems,”
Joanna said; 2:58. “Hacking complete.” 2:35. “Door opening… Five… Four… Three… Two…
One… Opened!” 2:29. The MILSS rushed in and the doors shut, locked and sealed. A vacuum
was created as the MILSS were slowly lifted into the space, their air filters supplying oxygen into the
suit. All the toxins were removed and oxygen was returned to the room.
Commander Robby sighed as he pushed open the door. Sunlight refracted in his cloaking
shields. The MILSS had finished.
“Good job, MILSS,” said Sergeant Vago, spitting into the dirt. “Your fighting training is
complete. Now run – not jog or walk – but run. While you’re at it, watch out for those obstacles –
laser cannons, etc. Good luck.”
After the running, Commander Robby was cooled off with his auto temperature-adjust in his
suit. Drawing his arms back into the body part of the large suit, he wiped sweat off of his forehead.
He was lead to the engineering room as the large metallic arms took off parts of his suit.
Commander Robby walked out, his skin now tingling.
He picked up his army uniform, put it on and left. He walked to his room and got in the
The Stretch Flyer screamed across the sky as Captain Lort aimed its Plasma Shard Cannon,
or PSC, back and forth. A computer-controlled probe flew to the starboard side as the Captain fired
the PSC. Large needles rammed into the probe.
Fire-trailed metallic parts flew into the air and clanked off of the Stretch Flyer, doing no
harm. Thirty probes entered the fray and the mounted PSC fired again. Needles flew left and right,
puncturing all the probes.
Destruction was created.
Professor Yert Live examined the camp of War-V mutations. He wrote several observations
on his clipboard. The Mertzin in the cybernetic-glass rooms fired guns. Their blades, after several
biological mutations, were able to contract and retract. The Mertzin were standing straighter and
grew three more fingers, giving them a total of five.
Bullets flew toward targets and androids as the Mertzin were trained. Enhancement suits
with plasmatic and War-V energy were added onto their bodies, providing defensive and offensive
Androids returned fire, lasers and bullets rebounding off of weak shields that were based on
MILSS Shield technology. The shields were not as strong and could not recharge, but they were an
improvement to the Mertzin.
Moving aside, Professor Live walked to the laboratory engineering room. In front of him,
he saw a small cybernetic-glass container with the discovered Phalax structure. Beside it was a large
mech with biological organisms growing on it. War-V grew, almost melting into the mech. The
War-V would soon combine with the mech to create a great, self-controlled War-V mech.
The feet were composed of two claws coming out of metallic openings with scales growing
over the metal. The head had a red, glowing eye in the visor. On the shoulders were small tentacles.
The arms had tentacles inside of them, invisible. They were armed with electrical prongs, which
could flip and plug into a small cannon power engine. The electricity would empower large plasmatic
“How’s the mech going, Johns?” Professor Yert called out.
Johns, the head engineer, replied, “It’s going good. Biological signs to 86%. All the
machinery engineering is complete. Other units – 3 – are practically in the same progress. All is go.
Nothing to worry about.”
“I copy,” said the Professor. He wrote on his clipboard and pushed up his glasses. He
walked back into the main laboratory and observed a container.
In it was a Jarvelin/Armageddon combination. It looked like a large beetle. Despite its
heavy, tank-like appearance, this new specimen was surprisingly fast. It could lob large globs of
acidic materials. It could burrow into the ground. Called a Wild Beast, this War-V unit was deadly.
The Professor walked to another New Specimen tank. It was a mutated Rill. Its appearance
was vomit-yellow with sharp tentacles wet with drool. Tentacles grew out of its mouth and a large
tail with a mace-like weapon on it. The Infectious Rill would jump onto a body, impale it with the
mace ball if the body was not cut already and infect it.
An infected body of a Bomber soldier was sealed in a formaldehyde tank. It had bubbles of
infectious-yellow skin bursting out of the human flesh. Tentacles burst out of the hands. The slits in
which infectious skin came out were sealed with some strange mucus. After thorough studies,
Professor Live discovered that if the Infectious Rill were somehow removed, the sealed cuts would
quickly mend back together and the human would be alive normally.
The Professor moved on and examined a variety of new or enhanced War-V mutations.
There was an armored Armageddon – each arm had a metal plate of titanium on it. Rill were
enhanced to have stronger bones. Jarvelin had larger wings, swifter movements and sharper claws.
This armada of War-V mutations would steal the war to the Alpha/Skulls. Professor Yert
continued examining the power of the War-V and grinned. The creations were beautiful. And
“So,” said Admiral Stugulf, “Professor Live… You and your group have created several
more War-V species?”
“Yes, sir. We have an Infectious Rill that can take control of a mind and use the victim’s
body. We also have a Jarvelin/Armageddon combination called a Wild Beast. It has a large outer
shell that can deflect several attacks. It has sharp claws and can run quickly.
“Also, we have several enhanced War-V mutations such as enhanced Mertzin with
protective armor. The Mertzin are able to fire guns and retract their blades. Armageddons have
titanium plated armor on them, and Jarvelin are swifter and more dangerous.”
“Very good,” said Admiral Stugulf. “And how well we get these to fight the Bombers’ War-
“We have trained and tamed our War-V. No worries there.”
“Excellent,” the Admiral said. “And we have new mechs?”
“Yes, half living. They can control themselves, making a pilot unnecessary. Here is a file on
this new mechs if you want to learn about it in more detail,” said Professor Yert.
“Thank you, Professor Live. Dismissed.”
Commander Robby led the MILSS team through the forest. Their mission was to destroy all
androids in the forest and capture the flag. The Commander jumped over a log and ran behind a
large tree, ducking under the cover of ferns. He cloaked and ordered the other MILSS to spread out.
Army crawling through the dirt and twigs, Commander Robby stopped, pivoted his head and looked
through his rifle scope.
Swaying the gun left, right, up and down, Commander Robby spotted a sniper android in the
trees. The Commander fired a single shot round and missed by a hair. The Android looked around
when Commander Robby fired again. The round hit the android’s hand and it looked in the
direction of the bullet.
The android fired. The weak bullet flew and Commander Robby rolled, dodging the bullet.
He fired again and the android exploded. Commander Robby ran through the forest and another
android popped up, a camouflaging fern on its head with paint on it. It fired a sniper round and
Commander Robby dodged it. He ran and dove into the ground. The android saw the impact
though the Commander was invisible. It fired again.
The Android ducked into its trench again. Commander Robby looked through the scope of
his gun and fired a single shot. It hit the chest of the android, but it did no harm. He fired his
shotgun and destroyed most of the robot. He ran and fired bursts of automatic fire at the android,
Shadow dotted the ground with rays of sunlight bursting through as Commander Robby ran
closer and closer to the flag. Wisps of blurred light ran about Commander Robby as the invisible
MILSS passed him. They ran and ran, jumping over logs, dodging laser cannons and running to and
Finally, the MILSS reached the end. There was a large dirt patch with a waving U.S.A.A. flag
– a flag with thirteen stripes and 25 stars – on a pedestal.
Commander Robby saluted with his right hand and dug the pole of the flag into the ground
with his left. “Sir, flag captured and androids neutralized. Mission complete, sir!”
“Acknowledged,” said Sergeant Vago, saluting back. “Good job men,” he spoke as he paced
back and forth, looking at the MILSS. “Go in and have some food.”
Commander Robby, hungry, immediately obeyed. He saluted and walked off.
Stomach growling, the MILSS took off their suits and replaced them with army uniforms.
They walked to the mess hall and, with the great work out and no food for several hours, ate. Even
the military food tasted good. Commander Robby grabbed a cup of chili with crackers, steamed
vegetables with cheese sauce, a thin slice of pizza pouring with slightly bitter garlic sauce and a carton
of powdered milk.
Swallowing down the food, Commander Robby smacked his lips and grinned. “Damn,” he
thought, “Since when has this shit been so good?” Grabbing his chili cup, Robby spooned out bits
of meet, beans and diluted soup. He picked up his carton of milk and choked down the powdery
drink. Taking a bite of the steamed broccoli, Robby chewed the tough vegetables in between his
teeth, savoring the cheese sauce.
“Man, this military food’s really good! People are always saying its bad, but… I love it,” said
“Eh, it’s only good cause of the work out. If you weren’t hungry, all this would taste like…
Shit,” said Commander Robby. “I remember back when I was a Skull soldier… Damn, the food
was great. We had cream puffs, real spaghetti, and a whole lot of other stuff.”
Mark drooled and said, “Did U.S.A.S. have more money then U.S.A.A.?”
“Hell if I know, but they sure knew good food,” said Commander Robby. “If I’m in space, I
usually just eat freeze dried ice cream and none of that disgusting Main Ship food.” Commander
Robby took a bite out of his pizza slice and the garlic sauce suddenly tasted too bitter, the pizza dry
and cold. “Damn it, now all this food seems unappetizing.”
Ronnie Hail stripped out of her army suit and stood on the chair. Surrounded by fellow
MILSS troops, Ronnie’s armor was placed on. Her frontal body armor covered her chest and a back
piece was attached. Her legs and feet armor was also attached. Finally, her helmet was placed on
and an anti-air loss seal was activated.
She ran, following the Commander, to the training grounds. There, the Sergeant chatted
with a Captain. “MILSS, today you have your first simulated mission. Captain Bryan here will be
piloting this Sparrow Dropship to your destination. However, you must tell him where to go. You
will be given this map to direct the Sparrow.
“Once you reach the building, you must work your way in destroy the King Android. Are
you soldiers ready?” The Sergeant spat in the ground as the MILSS saluted.
“Sir, yes, sir!”
Ronnie followed the Captain and Commander to the large, looming Dropship. Seats outside
flipped quickly inside when the MILSS sat on them. They turned so that the soldiers would not be
outside. Ronnie sat on one and the row of seats flipped in. She whistled as she looked around the
interior. Small lights were on the ceiling. Medical packs and other supplies were on the wall. A large
hatch on the backside closed and sealed when all MILSS got in.
“We’re lifting off!” Captain Bryan said through the COM.
“Fly to these coordinates, then go over here to the building. There’s mountains that should
give us cover from any turrets,” said Commander Robby. He traced his finger over a path in the
Captain Bryan said, “As you say, Commander Dunel. I hope you’ve got some other plan in
your mind, though.”
“What do you mean?”
Commander Robby tapped the pilot chair as he mused. Just then, a burst of bullet fire
pelted the Sparrow Dropship. “What the hell? Sir, what hit us?”
“Turrets, most likely,” replied Captain Bryan, a cool grin on his face.
“You mean they’ve got turrets hidden in the mountains? Well, damn. Turn back to the first
set of coordinates and travel… Not to the forest – there could easily be hidden turrets there… But
our only option is this wide field, where we’d be open to turrets and ships… Unless… Let’s see –
we can’t travel out of his radius, but there’s a small river we can go over. If we just move quickly,
we’d probably be out of the site of turrets and thus could easily avoid probes. Go there, Captain.”
“I copy that,” replied Captain Bryan. “Good choice. I’d have flown over the forest where
the turrets couldn’t hit me and couldn’t alert any probes, but… This works.”
The Sparrow flew, wind brushing along water as it traveled. Nothing happened until they
reached the end of the small creek. The Sparrow turned and directed toward the Android base.
“GO, GO, GO!” Commander Robby yelled as he grasped his A-150 Rifle. He jumped off
of the Sparrow Dropship and crouched on impact for a shock absorber. He quickly scanned the
area, looking around. The MILSS were on a field small hills and forests surrounding a large facility.
There were small patches of trees, one of them in which the Sparrow landed in.
“Accessing map of the area. We’ve got lots of trees on the outside – good cover from the
turrets they’ve got. We’re going to have to find some sort of access through the main entrance
though. That, or we cloak and go to the roof,” said Aiestha.
“I copy that,” said Commander Robby, waving the other MILSS along. He ran and cloaked
as he neared the wall of the facility. Commander Robby looked up and saw a gutter. He jumped and
grabbed onto it, the metal bending and groaning. Pushing himself up with his left arm, Commander
Robby propelled himself onto the roof. He placed the non-handle grip of his A-150 into his left
hand and searched the area. “No signs of enemies,” he said to his team.
Bending light traveled through the Ghost Suit as the MILSS ran towards a sky window.
They jumped through and landed searching the area.
Gunfire erupted as Androids fired their guns, red eyes flashing. The MILSS returned fire.
Commander Robby kicked the last of the androids’ head off and paused at the door. “How
do we get to the second room?” He growled.
“The only sign of security is an Android eye scan. All of these androids are destroyed, so we
can’t use them to access the door,” said Aiestha. “But the doors have pretty weak armor and with
the correct leverage… We could bust through.”
“Okay. Team – ram those doors,” said Commander Robby. The MILSS obeyed, running
into the doors and slamming them down with their arms. Ahead was a large hallway that ignited
several blips on Commander Robby’s motion sensor radar.
“Scanning… Commander,” said Aiestha, “the room ahead is a large corridor – entirely open
space. Several androids are guarding the place. Thus, we would have no cover and could be easily
wiped out. There are several steps in the wall that lead up to catwalks. The androids could still hit
us, but it could provide some cover. However, if a MILSS falls off… It’s over.”
“So…” The Commander tapped his foot.
“So what? It looks like you’ll have to run through the main hallway and see if you make it,”
The Commander grunted and said, “No. Becca – get onto those catwalks. Snipe the
androids but keep cover. The rest of us, run through the hall and Becca will cover us. Once all the
androids are destroyed, Becca will meet us at the third room.
“Let’s move out!”
Commander Robby loaded his gun and ran through. Striding along the hallway, androids
fired their weapons. Commander Robby ran and dodged the bullets. One bullet flashed past his
head, causing him to stop. Another one zoomed past his legs, but he did a flip and dodged it.
Landing with a thud, Commander Robby held out his rifle and ran, firing at the same time. Shells
flew and bounced as fiery bullets smashed into androids, causing a large mass of destruction.
Commander Robby neared the end. Bullets zinged over his head as he dove downward and
skidded. Sparks igniting from his shields flew as Commander Robby fired at androids. He skidded
to a halt.
Robby slammed through the door and exhaled, watching as Becca took out the androids.
Bullets popped their heads and sparks flew. The rest of the MILSS went to the exit as Becca ran
down from the catwalk and hurried to the exit as well.
“Commander Robby – All enemy units neutralized,” said Becca, tossing up her rifle and
catching it again.
“Good job,” said Commander Robby, turning around and walking away.
The other MILSS followed and they were greeted by hundreds of androids. The robots
fired, and the MILSS threw grenades.
Sergeant Vago spoke to the MILSS. “Congratulations – you’ve completed all your tests for
now. We’re gonna continue this for a few years – then the next wave of MILSS will come in.
Chapter II – Pieces of Shattered Peace
The year was 2080. Andrew Larzones was now 44 years old and peace had remained for 15
years. Andrew Larzones, despite his age, had the athletic ability of a 30-year-old. His Itna-Vraw
virus had enhanced his body, allowing him to move quicker and faster.
Jane Seerk, 16, tapped the armrest as the military plane hummed softly. She looked out the
small round plane window, sighing. “How the hell did I get myself into this mess?” She thought as
she stared at her body: her muscular arms, fit body and strong legs… Ever since she was five she
could shoot a gun; ever since she was five she could run the fastest.
Jane was selected to be a… a super soldier. She was specifically selected to fight for the United
States of America Alpha.
About thirty other people sat around her, looking out the windows or at the floor. Thirty
super soldiers were about to be transported to the military base Pentagon 2 and have hell knows
what done to their bodies.
“Cassie, what the hell just happened?”
“I’m not sure, Derrick… Something hit us,” said Cassie to the co-pilot. Just then, another
object flew into the airplane.
“What the hell is that? What’s going on?” Derrick glanced around inside of the Military
Plane cockpit. Another object ran into the plane and dented the hull.
“Oh… Shit. We’ve got Messengers on our tails,” said Cassie. She ran into the passenger
area and yelled, “Emergency situation! War-V Messengers are attacking! We’re over an ocean – you
guys know the emergency procedure! We’ve got to get out of the plane!” Another vibration echoed
through the hull and the aft side exploded.
Unbuckling the seatbelt, Jane jumped out of the seat and grabbed a parachute and Squirrel
Flight Unit. The SFU was designed like a flying squirrel’s access skin. There were webs that allowed
the person to jump off and glide safely to the ground. If the SFU failed, a backup parachute was
used. Jane opened an emergency jump hatch and grabbed a floatation device.
Jumping into the open hatch, Jane felt wind wisp over her body as she opened her legs and
arms. Wind halted at the fabric as air resistance was created. Jane was dropping fast, despite the
SFU device. Air blew over her hair as she watched the ground near.
She was closing in fast – too fast. Jarvelin War-V closed in on Jane. One of them shot a ball
of acid that plunged onto the wing of the SFU. Air whipped through the hole and Jane fell quickly.
She grabbed onto her parachute trigger and… The ground neared as the Jarvelin flew away… Jane
pulled the string and released her parachute. Jane’s body halted in midair as the parachute jumped
“There’s no land within ten kilometers! We’re going to have to go into the ocean,” someone
Jane pulled the floatation device in front of her and braced for impact. The floatation device
slammed into the ocean as water flew up and roared. Specks of foam landed onto the would-be
soldiers. If it weren’t for the parachute, Jane would have been killed on impact.
“There’s one weird thing,” said Derrick. “Why the hell would War-V attack us – out in this
ocean? I mean, the Bombers have been long gone – before you guys were born. And our Alpha
scientists studying the War-V wouldn’t send anything out to attack us.”
Jane nodded and stared into the bright blue sky. Messengers pranced around like seagulls.
“There’s still War-V mutations up there,” she said. “How are we going to deal with them?”
Cassie pulled out a rubber band and said, “Anyone have a pocket knife? I’ll only need two
or so.” Jane paddled over to the co-pilot, handing over her knife. Another soldier did the same.
“Thanks,” Cassie said. “I heard the older generation of MILSS did something like this.” She pulled
out the sharp blade of the army knife and pulled it back with the rubber band. Letting go of it, the
rubber band launched the small weapon.
The knife punctured a Messenger and, with a piercing shriek, it fell to its death. “Who dares
do such a –” another Messenger spoke, turning around. Another knife was launched, slicing out its
eye. The knife flew through the thin skull of the beast and hit another Messenger.
“Assholes neutralized – all clear,” Cassie spoke with satisfaction. “Sorry about losing your
guys’ knives. Oh well.”
“As you all know, War-V Messengers were launched out to intercept the military plain
containing the next wave of MILSS soldiers. The question is, who sent out these War-V?” Admiral
Stugulf folded his hands across his desk and took a whiff of his coffee.
“S-sir,” said a Professor, “I believe it was the Bombers or some terrorist group with illegal
War-V samples, such as Quadien Allsin.”
“It wouldn’t be Allsin… They’ve been taken out. It could be some supporter or a different
group… Bombers is a high possibility,” Admiral Stugulf said as he took a sip of coffee.
“Y-yes. I-in fact, our Messengers have enhanced wings and suits, and based upon the
reports those Messengers were the normal type.”
“That’s true,” said Admiral Stugulf. “Stop stuttering, by the way. It’s annoying.”
“St-st-stuttering? I don’t stutter,” the Professor said.
Captain Bryan coughed and leaned over to the Admiral. “We do know they traded with
Allsin 15 or so years ago,” he whispered.
“Correct. Our suspicions are high.
“Tell me Professor,” the Admiral started, “I thought your Messengers – some of them at
least – weren’t enhanced yet.”
“Y-yes, but… but, that was a few years ago, whereas th-the military plane was just attacked a
few days ago.”
“Yes, yes whatever. Meeting adjourned. Captain Bryan – stay,” said Admiral Stugulf as he
waved the Professor away.
“Yes, sir,” said Captain Bryan.
When the Professor left with the others, Admiral Stugulf leaned in close with Captain Bryan.
“Look at these files,” he whispered. “According to these, which were written by one of the leading
Professors – Professor Yert, I believe – himself, several of the War-V mutations, including
Messengers, have not been enhanced yet.”
“Meaning that Professor – Professor Nibs? That Nibs was lying?” Captain Bryan spoke.
“About the War-V entirely enhanced, yes. But there’s only a small chance of them actually
sending out any Messengers,” replied the Admiral. “Dismissed.”
“Yes, sir.” Captain Bryan saluted and walked off.
The Admiral sipped his coffee and sighed. Then, pressing his COM activator, he said,
“Security, observe the Professors, scientists, etc. in charge of the War-V ASAP. If they question you,
say you’re guarding the research.” Stugulf closed the COM channel and walked off.
MP’s filed in a Professor walked over to them and asked, “What is your business?”
“We have been ordered to guard your facility from intruders,” the MP replied, his stiff face
scowling as he held a large rifle in hand.
“Oh… I see,” the Professor replied and returned back do business. The Professor,
Professor Wolf, walked quickly to Professor Yert. “Yert… I believe the MP’s are watching us.”
“Watching us?” Yert’s face turned grim. “Damn… But don’t worry. I have a plan.”
The man in a white trench coat burst through the doors and said, “Admiral Stugulf, sir.”
“Professor Yert? What do you want? Why are you entering my quarters with no
permission?” The Admiral’s face was angered by the disrespect.
“Er… My apologies, sir,” said the Professor, saluting. The Admiral grunted.
“At ease, then. What do you want?” The Admiral took a sip of coffee and tapped his desk.
“Sir, I have lately been noticing that our War-V studies security and privacy have been rather
low. The other scientists and I are worried that our information on the War-V – which is very secret
and classified – is seeping out.” The Professor coughed and the Admiral cocked an eyebrow.
“Low security? What the hell do you want, Professor? That is outrageous! We have several
guards making sure no intruders enter your facility. We’ve got soldiers and MP’s. Your files are top
secret and highly classified. What more do you want?”
“Sir,” started the professor, “Those whom are working on the War-V – the scientists,
engineers, some military soldiers – we only want those classified people getting information on our
War-V projects. No MP’s, etc. Only classified people… Like you, sir.”
“Very well,” the Admiral said. “I’ll think about it.”
“Today’s meeting topic: the War-V researchers. Recently Professor Yert, the head
Professor, has brought a security issue to my mind. Supposedly, the Professor is concerned about
security; he wants only certain people – people such as the scientists or very high ranks such as
“I will pass this issue onto the Professor,” said Admiral Stugulf. “Yert?”
“Thank you, sir,” started Yert, straightening his glasses. “My team is worried about our
security – as all of you know, our War-V studies are very classified and we cannot let one bit of
information seep out. If anyone – terrorists, the Bombers, etc. find out about the studies, they could
easily prepare defenses for our superior designs and enhancements. This is why I have decided only
to let those trustworthy enough to inspect our studies.
“Our team military soldiers will be in charge of guarding our facilities – not unofficial
soldiers or MP’s.”
“So,” said Admiral Stugulf, “I will allow them to proceed with this process – an Admiral will
inspect every day or so.
As the Professor and other Admirals left, Admiral Stugulf was straightening out his papers.
“Sir, with all due respect,” said Captain Bryan, “Is this a good idea? This is highly suspicious.”
“I realize that, Captain. However, he clearly stated that Admiralty was allowed to inspect.
Also, the study’s security is highly important. Do not worry, Captain.”
“Yes, sir,” Captain Bryan said, saluting sharply. He turned swiftly and left; Admiral Stugulf
The simulated Stretch Flyer zoomed through the air, improved, widespread plasmatic beams
firing. The transforming vehicle’s metal arms stretched and contracted. The arms grabbed a 3d
model of a Devastator. Sharp claws on one of the arms crushed the engines. The other arm sliced
the frontal area of the ship open with its scythe-like blade.
Fire spewed out over the Stretch Flyer’s visor. Suddenly, groups of about ten Devastators
flanked the Stretch Flyer. Captain Lort grinned and pressed the large trigger on a joystick. Large,
needle like beam sword shards chased the enemy ships around, pausing only milliseconds to turn.
The magenta shards penetrated the Devastators and destroyed them all.
Captain Lort swerved the simulated Stretch Flyer around and fired lasers at another group of
Devastators. One of them flew over the Stretch Flyer, another under it. Mauling both ships with
the metallic arms, Captain Lort grinned. He fired anther round of beam sword shards as explosions
Admiral Stugulf walked to the War-V scientific facility and showed a guard his access card.
The soldier inspected it and said, “Admiral St… Stuh-galf? Admiral Stuh-galf, eh? Access denied;
permission to enter study facility –”
“DENIED?! Damn it soldier, first off, you have NO permission to deny my access! Did
Professor Yert not tell you that Admiralty is allowed in? I’m an Admiral! I expect you to salute to
me! I expect you to obey me! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME SOLDIER?!”
“No, sir.” The soldier spoke sarcastically and spat.
Infuriating with anger, teeth gnashing, the Admiral slammed is fist into his palm as he
stomped. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, SOLDIER? DAMN IT PRIVATE,
YOU BETTER SALUTE OR I’LL REMOVE YOUR PRIVATE RANK AND YOUR
PRIVATE!” The Admiral spoke with fury, saliva flying into the unmoving soldier. “Damn it,
Private, the security Admirals will hear about this! As for you, you can burn in hell!”
The soldier spat at the Admiral as he walked off, missing by only a couple of centimeters.
Minutes passed and two Admirals returned. Admiral Stugulf saluted to the man beside him and said,
“Master Admiral Tore, this maggot – this Private denied my access to inspect the War-V studies even
though Professor Yert himself said Admiralty was aloud – you were there yourself, sir!”
“Yes, indeed I was,” said the Master Admiral calmly, rubbing his chin. “Private, move aside.”
Master Admiral Tore brushed his hand to the right.
“Negative, Admiral. I’m afraid I can’t let either one of you in.” Slightly raising his gun, the
“Private,” said Master Admiral Tore, “Did you just raise that gun at me, you piece of crap?”
The Admiral punched the soldier. “If you don’t let us in, I will personally beat the shit out of you!
I’ll stick my foot so far up your ass your crap will spew out of your mouth! DO YOU
UNDERSTAND ME, YOU DAMN SOLDIER?!”
The Private shook his head and raised his gun higher.
“Damn it, soldier,” said Admiral Stugulf, “Lower that gun right now.”
“GET DOWN!” Admiral Tore yelled and tackled Admiral Stugulf out of the way – bullets
bounced off of the metallic wall. “You son of a bitch!” Admiral Tore yelled. He freed his AD-16
pistol and fired at the soldier. The soldier jumped away as bullets danced. He fired at the Master
Bullets rebounded and collided as a civil battle occurred. Master Admiral Tore jumped over
the bastard and fired, but he was too late. Bullets pelted his stomach and he fell face first toward the
“D-did you just… YOU FUCKING BITCH!” Admiral Stugulf yelled and pulled out a NP-
R26. He fired at the soldier and injured him. The Private’s rifle exploded and the soldier fell out.
“Meeting 875: Today’s concern is on the War-V study’s security. Master Admiral Tore and
I, Admiral Stugulf, visited the War-V facility after my access to inspect the project was denied. Later,
the Private guarding the facility nearly killed, I repeat, killed Master Admiral Tore. Luckily, Admiral
Tore is barely alive.”
“Admiral Stugulf,” started the Master Admiral, “killed the Private. No charges will be held
to him do to the fact that it was on self defense – besides, I personally think he deserved it. Anyway,
Professor Yert, why did your guard defy us? Why did the guard go beyond means to prevent us
Admirals – whom are, according to you, allowed to inspect – from inspecting your facility?”
Professor Yert shifted nervously and said, “S-sir… Our guard – we didn’t think he would…
We didn’t know he would do that… We thought that he would let you in…”
“And after all those shots and yells heard,” said a Captain, “You didn’t bother to inspect?”
“I… I-I couldn’t hear, sir. No, I couldn’t hear. The walls are thick.”
“Are you sure?” Captain Bryan spoke. “Admiral Stugulf, Master Admiral Tore, I believe you
heard the Professor yelling above screams from inside, ‘What’s going on?’”
“Indeed, Captain,” said Master Admiral Tore.
“If I may interrupt,” said High Rank Aust, “I didn’t expect Private Licklings to do anything
like that – Uh, the guards were instructed clearly the allow Admirals in. Private Licklings was a good,
order-following man. I knew him quite well, and now you killed him.”
“First of all,” said Admiral Stugulf, “I killed him on self defense – He almost killed the
Master Admiral, head of security. Also, if Private Licklings was a good, order-following man and
Professor Yert said the orders clearly, why would he have denied our access?”
Professors and War-V research guards shifted in their seats. “Uh, he may have understood.
It was hard to hear.” High Rank Aust scratched his head.
“Excuse me? Clear orders?” Admiral Stugulf tapped his fingers together.
“He may have understood them.”
“Excuse me? Clear orders?”
“He could have changed,” said High Rank Aust, looking around nervously and shrugging.
“Well actually, High Rank,” said the Master Admiral, “According to these status files,
Licklings, that asshole, was a very order-following, serious, duty enduring, workaholic son of a bitch.
These status files have stayed practically the same for several years. He could have changed?”
“The files could be wrong –”
“I doubt it. After all, the reports were written by Licklings’s Sergeants, Commanders, fellow
soldiers, and some Admirals – I even wrote some… Of course, they’ll be changing quite soon.
“My point is the files are definitely not wrong. Professor Yert or some other leading jackass
of the War-V program must have ordered the guards to not allow Admirals.”
The Professors and guards were silent. “Meeting dismissed,” said Admiral Stugulf. The
people left as Admiral Tore sighed.
Both Admirals Tore and Stugulf spoke. Something was going on with this War-V program
as it had been for fifteen years.
Jane Seerk shivered as her bare flesh touched the air. Her skin covered in goose bumps as
the large metallic arms grabbed at parts of the Ghost Suit. Gunmetal grey/white colored armor was
placed on Jane’s body. All of the parts linked together and sealed.
When the suit was put together, Jane looked around. She rubbed her neck and accidentally
touched a button on a small panel beside her COM control. A motion detector radar, health counter
and shield status meter popped up on Jane’s Ghost Suit visor.
Jane looked around and her vision fell onto her arm. There was a slot in her arm. The
feeling was strange; it felt as if the entire section of skin surrounding the slot was numb.
As Jane was lowered from the electrical operating chair, a nurse said, “You may go.” Jane
got up and left. Outside, a High Sergeant saluted to Jane. She returned the greeting and said, “Sir!”
“At ease,” replied High Sergeant Vago. He took off is Marine Corps hat and handed Jane a
small chip. “This is probably the greatest weapon in the MILSS’ arsenal. Use it wisely. It’s the latest
AI. It only lasts three years, but we can rebuild it by then… This AI, named Washington, will give
you tactical information in battle.”
“Yes, sir,” said Jane, saluting. She took the chip and inserted it into her arm slot.
“Go to the debriefing room, Private. You’ll get more information there.”
“Yes, sir,” said Jane. She saluted sharply and left. Staring at the single band on her suit of
armor, Jane was suddenly stabbed with a fearful pain. She was in the army and was ready to fight for
“Alright,” said the Commander Robby, “You’re going to follow me to the training fields.
There, you will destroy all War-V in site. You may not use any weapons. You may only use
resources found in the fields. I want you to destroy every damn speck of War-V. That means if
there’s a virus, I want you to kill it.”
“How?” One of the MILSS spoke up.
“You’ll find the weapons needed to destroy them. Now get moving, soldiers!”
Two days passed. The MILSS group found themselves yet again in the debriefing room.
High Sergeant Vago yelled as the MILSS stood at attention. “I want you to go out there and destroy
all androids. Now get going!”
“Sir, yes sir!” The soldiers yelled, saluted, pivoted and left.
Jane Seerk, her broad shoulders swaying as she walked, followed the MILSS group to the
Supply Bay. When she reached the room, She grabbed an A-150 Rifle and a few Sc-00g-BE
grenades. This was the newest grenade type. It combined the plasmatic, adhesive layer on a Sc-00g
grenade and the blades of a BE grenade. The Sc-00g technology itself had improved as well. If the
Sticky Covering 00 Flaw Grenade missed by five feet or less, a long, plasmatic “tentacle” would strike
any enemies like lightning. The tentacles would then draw in the enemies and the grenade would
Jane then grabbed an AD-16 and strapped it into her belt. She hooked the grenades onto
her belt as well. In a few minutes, Sergeant Vago came in and said, “Ready troops?”
“Sir, yes, sir!” All of the MILSS yelled in reply as they saluted.
The MILSS ran, their gunmetal grey/white armor gleaming in the lights of the facility. They
neared the exit to the training field.
Jane grabbed her gun tightly as the Sergeant yelled, “GO GET ‘EM!” She ran, her boots
crushing the tall, thick grass. Suddenly, a flurry of laser bursts erupted, burning bits of grass and
scarring the ground. Several shots hit Jane, but thankfully her shields lasted long enough for her to
dive down under cover.
Army crawling through the grass, Jane worked her way to a red bleep on her radar. She got
up and fired a shotgun burst at an android. She plopped back down and crawled to a group of
androids. She threw a Sc-00g-BE grenade and dove for cover.
Bursts of plasmatic thunder growled through the sky as adhesive bolts grasped the androids.
The humanoid robots were dragged into a tight group as the grenade exploded. “Got you!” Jane
yelled. She got up and fired bursts of bullets at some other androids. In a matter of minutes,
another MILSS troop spoke.
“Androids neutralized for now. We’d better move on though, or more might come in.”
The talking MILSS waved the others in his direction. Jane jogged to him when… A quick flash of
blue plasma swiped across her visor. Jane’s shield status dropped with her health meter. The Bio-
signs dropped to 49% and Jane’s vision blacked out.
Yells and lasers sounded in her helmet and slowly faded out.
“You released the specimens, then?” The Professor in the white coat said.
“Yes,” replied to the soldier guard.
“Excellent,” the Professor sighed, “I’m tired of these bitches taking our specimens and using
them for training purposes. The final step to making our own, powerful alliance is nearing!”
Jane’s auto recharge generators in her suit started up. Emergency bio-regeneration systems
activated and Jane gained slight consciousness. She heard lasers, bullets and roars of fury. Then she
saw patches of grey and green as her shield meter recharged. Her bio-sign counter slowly raised
from 49% to 51%.
Jane turned so she lay on her back and saw a bolt of plasma. An enhanced Mertzin with a
War-V rich battle suit was firing a pistol. Jane searched for her A-150 Rifle and grabbed it. She
raised it up and met the crosshair with the Mertzin’s head. Turning the firing options to Shotgun,
she pressed the trigger. The Mertzin immediately looked down and its eyes widened in a split
second... A split second later, its eyes and just about the rest of the head were gone, smoldering in a
Jane reached for her COM panel. She pressed the talk button and said, “What the hell is
“Damned War-V are ambushing us!” A MILSS replied. “I didn’t know anything about
War-V, but I guess they’re part of training! Damn, they almost killed most of us!”
“Ugh,” replied Jane, “You don’t have to tell me… I was one of them.” Slowly, Jane got up,
pushing her hurt arms off of the ground as best as she could. She crouched slightly and searched the
area. She saw three beetle-like creatures called Wild Beasts. The Wild Beasts roared and ran toward a
group of MILSS, blades slicing and mandibles gnashing. The large blades on their backs swayed
lightly in the wind.
Jane turned the gunfire option to “Single Shot” and looked through the scope. Aiming her
crosshair, Jane searched for a weak spot on the Wild Beasts. She matched the circle and cross with
the Wild Beasts’ necks. She fired and fired, destroying all of the Wild Beasts.
Just then, however, a blur of blue mist appeared on the edges of Jane’s visor. Jane fell,
pivoted and fired her gun, now in automatic mode. The Mertzin stumbled then regained balance.
Retracting its blade, the viral mutation grabbed a gun and aimed it at Jane’s head. It fired.
The bullet zoomed with swift speed; Jane was faster. She jumped to the side and fired
through a patch of wild grass. A roar and a splash of blue confirmed that the Mertzin was dead.
Jane picked up the AD-16 ammo.
Above, loud screeches of Armageddons that were lifted by the claws of a Carrioner flooded
the area. The creatures jumped down, one of them landing in front of Jane with a saliva-dipped, nail-
Jane backed up, firing, but the armor on the Armageddon’s limbs left it unharmed.
“Damn,” whispered Jane. “I need backup, guys! Armageddons! They’re gonna kill us for Christ’s
sake!” More rounds rebounded off of the Armageddon’s armor.
Jane backed up and up as the Armageddon raised club-like limbs with dozens of spikes on
them. Thankfully, a large explosion burst behind the Armageddon and blood burst everywhere.
“Damn,” said the dark-skinned man, a rocket launcher hoisted on his shoulder. “I didn’t
want any War-V in this training program. Obviously our War-V-researching nerds tried to ambush
us. I’m gonna contact the Admiral.
“As for you soldiers, when we get back to the base, you guys can relax.”
“Sir, yes, sir!”
Walking through the thick grass as they followed the Sergeant, the MILSS looked around. So
far, there was no more contact. There were just ten more meters till they reached the base…
Jane looked up in the sky. There were no more War-V attacking, but rather there were
birds. The birds chirped, their songs being strangely loud and annoying. Jane looked in her scope to
see what species they were.
Jane gasped. “Sergeant! Messengers at 4 o’clock!” Jane fired a single shot and brought one
Messenger down. The flock of the War-V mutations turned and, with their greater wings, zoomed
toward the soldiers.
“Damn it!” High Sergeant Vago yelled as he opened fire. His NP-R26 rounds ripped
through the Messengers, but there were still too many of them.
“How dare you offend the Blessed War-V?!” One of the Messengers yelled as it flew toward
“Oh,” replied Sergeant Vago, “I dare, you bitch!” He fired as the Messenger neared. Bullets
tore through the Messenger’s wings, but only caused it to drop faster toward the Sergeant. The
Messenger released a ball of acid and hit Sergeant Vago.
With a scream, the man fell and MILSS ran to his body. The wounds were bad – not as bad
as an acid wound usually was, but still bad. “Sergeant Vago! Damn it!” One of the MILSS yelled.
He turned and fired his gun, tearing through the War-V mutations. “Take this you bloody son of a
Yellow explosions roared out of the barrels of guns as they aimed for the Messengers. The
last of the Messengers fell and, with its last breath, said “Oh Blessed War-V! Come together and
destroy these vile, defiant humans!”
The tall grass rustled. Jane looked around as two MILSS crouched near the Sergeant.
Suddenly, the tall grass around the group of soldiers was cut down. The grass burnt and was
destroyed. Blue blades of Mertzin glowed. Each Mertzin had an AD-16 in his right hand, a blue
plasmatic blade protruding from its right hand and an A-150 Rifle strapped on their backs.
“How the…” The Sergeant started, gasping. “How… D-did they get our… Weapons?”
“I don’t know,” replied a male MILSS next to Vago, “but it’s probably those damn
researchers helping them.”
“Or maybe,” said another as he fired, “they got it themselves. Remember we were told
about the War-V taking cargo from Main Ships in War: Virus?”
“Who the hell cares?” Another MILSS yelled as she fired her gun.
The Sergeant grinned and then said, “You, soldier… T-take my rocket launcher.”
“Roger that,” replied the girl. She picked it up and bashed a Mertzin’s skull with the
launcher’s butt. “Hey,” she yelled to the Mertzin, “Oh blessed ugly ones, come and get me bitches!”
The Mertzin turned, disgusted by the female’s obnoxious comment. They holstered their
pistols, jumped over their current opponent and extended both blades. The blades hummed like
beam swords. One of the Mertzin spoke, “How dare you say such a thing?! I WILL DESTROY YO
The Mertzin, which were in a faraway group, screamed as the rocket launched out of the
large tube and exploded. The Mertzin’s flesh made contact with the fire, melted and burnt to a crisp.
The Sergeant, supported by a MILSS, said “Damn, I sure do love fried ass wipe for breakfast.”
“Damn it, Professor Yert! You know perfectly well that enhanced War-V attacked that
group of MILSS! How do you explain that? HOW?” Admiral Stugulf pounded the table angrily.
“S-sir, I believe someone released the War-V into the training field… There could have
been an intruder –”
“Intruder? INTRUDER? Don’t give me that shit, Professor! You’ve got ultimate security
now and you say you could have an intruder?”
“It could have been some betrayer –”
“You said everyone allowed to investigate the case would be trustable. Are you saying after
the trouble we’ve went through, your security system has failed? Has it?”
“W-well… I don’t know what…”
“You know damn right what happened, Professor.”
Admiral Tore spoke up, “Professor Yert, me and several other High Admirals and military
rulers have made a choice. You and your research team will be degraded from military life, your
research will end and you will have a permanent criminal record.”
“B-but… There’s no proof of us attacking the MILSS!”
“Professor Yert, your enhanced War-V; the Mertzin, the Messengers… They attacked the
MILSS! THERE IS NO DENYING IT!” Admiral Stugulf pounded the table.
“There is no proof of our enhanced Mertzin, Messengers or Armageddons ambushing the
enhanced soldiers!” The Professor sighed.
Admiral Tore suddenly looked up. “Armageddons? Admiral Stugulf never mentioned
Armageddons… Are you saying you also sent out Armageddons?”
Professor Yert looked nervously around. He straightened his glasses and slowly said, “Well I
thought that… we… sent those… I mean, I thought –”
Admiral Tore cocked an eyebrow. “Ha. Out – Go out, now. Leave this place.” He pressed
a COM and said, “MP’s, watch the War-V researchers. Make sure everyone of them leaves. Fly
them back to their homes.”
Private Dee Ehndee spoke to the others. “So,” he whispered, “they found out about this?
They found out we attacked them?”
Professor Yert sighed and said, “Yes… We leave tomorrow… We won’t have a chance to
back stab and take over the U.S.A.A., but this gives us an easier way to divide and form our own
“We leave tomorrow on a Military plane. Here’s the plan. We’ll hijack a cargo plane, store
all our mechs and War-V mutations on there. We’ll have that fly with the transporting planes. The
cargo plane will go to the Kemakan Sewers. We’ll take the old Skull base and use it as a storage
“Eventually we will construct defensive weapons, etc.”
“Roger that,” everyone replied.
Two days passed. Since the banning of the War-V researchers, things seemed to have
calmed down. There were MILSS training sessions without any interruptions, and there were no
constant demands to increase the security, etc. Yet everyone had a sense as though they had lost
something; a power of some sort.
Jane herself didn’t really give a crap. Not until, that is, the afternoon. The MILSS were
called up for a training session.
“Alright,” yelled Sergeant Vago, “Today, your mission is to go to the training fields. There’s
an obstacle course out there with Androids. I want you to destroy them all under two minutes. I
don’t care whether it’s 5 hours or a second past two minutes, if you come out of that range late you
fail. Got it soldiers?”
“Sir, yes, sir!”
“GET MOVING! GO, GO, GO!”
Jane ran with the other MILSS to the course. Jane followed orders to sneak around a wall.
She sidled to the edge and peered around, looking through her rifle’s scope. There were two
androids watching guard. She popped their heads off. Other MILSS sniped more androids and then
moved in. With only a few more androids and a minute left, the MILSS prepared to leave.
That was when a screech came from the sky and a booming message ruptured the area.
“Our revenge will be your death!” Jane turned and gasped. Pulling up her gun quickly, she started
firing shotgun bursts at the Messengers.
There were too many. Jane fired and fired, but five Messengers flew down in a flanking
position. They spewed out explosive acid. Jane moved her gun and fired shotgun bursts, taking
down two Messengers. A single fire bullet from another soldier took out another. However, the last
two rushed and dodged bullets. They grabbed two soldiers and, despite the soldiers’ attempts, they
spewed out the acid and killed the soldiers.
Red blood splattered all over the walls as gunmetal grey fragments landed on the ground
with an ashy clank.
“Damn it,” said Jane, “They’re… Gone.” She slammed the barrel of her gun into the
ground and rested her right arm on the butt like a cane. She sighed.
“Some one better clean up this mess… Jesus,” remarked another MILSS. “Damn it!” The
soldier got on one knee and searched for the felled MILSS’ dog tags.
Patrick, a troop with good leadership quality, sighed and said, “May they rest in peace…
We’d better go back though. We’ve got five seconds left.”
The troops sprinted as the seconds ticked. Their running came to a skidding halt as they saw
the Sergeant tapping his foot. Sergeant Vago said, “You’re seven seconds late. Seven seconds!”
Patrick stepped out and saluted. “Sir, I can explain.”
“Please do, Private.”
“Enhanced Messengers attacked. Two MILSS killed in action.”
The Sergeant’s angered look turned into a forgiving and worrying look. “KIA… Those
damned researchers have to be stopped!”
“Yes, sir,” replied Patrick as he saluted.
The radar screens flashed with green as the crewmembers tried to locate the flow of the
enhanced Messengers. Signals showed them coming from the city Kemaka… But Kemaka was
huge. Where in Kemaka?
The only option left was to send air ships and mechs to search the area. The plan was to
investigate Kemaka and search for a base.
Andrew Larzones watched the news channel. “The U.S.A.A. War-V researchers have been
banned after a series of attacks.
“Just this morning, Messengers, a species of War-V mutation, attacked a group of training
soldiers. According to statistics, the mutations came from the city of Kemaka.
“Of course, Kemaka is a large city. Thus, the military is going to be sending out all mech
and ship pilots to search the area. Anyone liable of piloting those vehicles is to be flown to the
military base immediately.
“In other news, are these magazines selling illegal materials? Find out after this break.”
Andrew gasped and switched off the TV. He and Dave would have to go to the Pentagon 2.
Andrew sighed. He hated this shit. It was always so confusing.
Andrew sat in the A-57 Killer Mech seat, looking around. There were tall, brick buildings
and metallic skyscrapers. Andrew turned in an ally and looked around. Suddenly, a Messenger
swooped down, followed by three others. Andrew fired his plasma gun and killed two. The two
others flew directly toward the mech.
Andrew ducked, dodging the attack. He turned and fired his ice beam. The other two
Messengers froze with a crackling sound and fell down. He fired his plasma beam and the creatures
broke apart and melted.
The A-57 turned, but before it could leave, Andrew heard a loud thump. Turning again,
Andrew backed his mech away. The enemy pursued.
Standing before Andrew’s vehicle was a mech. There was a large red eye wrapped inside of
the visor. There were two tentacles on the shoulders that dug into the mech’s main body. The feet
had claws and scales. The mechanical arms had electrical prongs that could turn around and plug
into two slots to reveal a large plasma cannon. This mech was half War-V mutation, half machine.
The mech raised its arm and fired a plasma bolt. The A-57 jumped over the attack and fired
an ice shot. The shot hit the engines but quickly melted due to the heat. The opponent ran toward
the A-57 and slashed with its right arm, which had the electrical prongs revealed. The A-57 jumped
back and crashed toward the ground.
Andrew slowly crawled away, raising his plasma beam. He shot one of the tentacles, which
withdrew from the mech’s body and extended toward the A-57. The tentacle grasped the neck of the
A-57, attempting to pop it off, as it released a poisonous gas. Andrew moved the ice cannon toward
the extended tentacle and fired. The tentacle froze, and Andrew made a right-hand swipe at it.
Before he could shatter the arm, the ice melted and revealed a red-hot tentacle. The tentacle cooled
down and retreated back into the body.
The half-biological mech jumped back and readied its electrical prongs. “Now’s my
chance,” thought Andrew. He launched the mech forward, making it pounce, and prepared to elbow
the enemy. However, the mech extended both tentacles and grasped the guns. One of them
successfully pulled the gun off. The other, which was in the range of plasma fire, was burnt to a
The enemy plunged forward and sliced off the other gun with a prong. Both of the A-57’s
guns were destroyed. The opposing mech jumped back and ran toward the A-57. It jumped,
revealing both prongs, and was about to slam into the ground when…
The burst lasers delayed the pounce of the enemy. The 13.37 Pulse shot stopped it. The
half War-V mech stumbled back and slammed against the floor. Its red eye turned blue. “Let’s go!”
Dave yelled through the COM.
“Aye,” replied Andrew. The Alpha mechs turned when, suddenly, a tentacle stretched out
and grabbed the A-57. The Killer Mech screeched back, creating small sparks. Andrew turned the
upper body around and fired his weapons. The Ice Beam froze the mech, and the plasma beam
shattered it. The blue eye then turned into a dull gray, and the mech died.
As the A-57 and D-44 started walking away, a dozen packs of Wild Beasts had attacked from
above. They leaped from the roofs and hissed wildly, bits of acidic saliva spraying onto the mechs’
visors. They clawed at the mechs, tearing apart layers of metal armor and cracking the glass,
attempting to get in.
“Damn it!” Dave yelled. He fired his burst lasers and picked the Wild Beasts from the
A-57’s visor; Andrew did the same. There were to many, and they were coming in a large group.
Andrew charged his Ice Cannon, the weapon freezing with bits of snow and ice falling to the
ground. He fired, and a large clump of ice buried most of the Wild Beasts. Dave fired a charged
13.37 shot at the ice clump, killing all who were frozen.
Andrew and Dave made a run for it, occasionally firing back at the remaining War-V
mutations. They swarmed the area, hissing and jumping.
The newly created Omega Mechs roamed along the forests near the Kemakan sewers. These
humanoid mechs had no head design; the pilot rode in the chest area. The Omega Pilots had a hatch
in the back that allowed them to escape.
Omega pilots were equipped with parachutes and guns. They could jump out of the hatch
and attack as infantry. In space, there would be a small pod the soldiers could escape with.
Omega Mechs were armed with heavy artillery including a flame-thrower, rocket launcher or
devastating chain gun. Commander Robby’s was armed all. The Omega Mechs also had slightly
sphere-shaped shoulders that could fire a large amount of powerful missiles.
The Omega Pilots’ mission was clear; inspect the abandoned base for any sign of the
All of the Omega Pilots were MILSS, and all of the Omega Mechs had at least two weapons,
not including the shoulder-pad missiles. Commander Robby fumbled with the controls and made
the mech crouch stealthily. He sneaked through the forest, chain gun in the mech’s hands; the
explosives and flame-throwers were forbidden in forests.
Commander Robby opened the visor of the mech to let in fresh air. A cool wisp rushed
over his face. He sighed and looked about, seeing only trees and birds; there was no sign of a base;
no laser turrets, no satellites, no nothing.
He turned his mech and neared the exit of the forest when a red flash of light streaked
across the air and hit the inside of the cockpit. Commander Robby immediately shut his visor and
yelled through the COM, “Contact, contact!”
The other Omega Mechs turned and ran out of the forest. They saw turrets with several
laser cannons. The turrets fired as the Omega Pilots triggered their chain guns. Bullets punctured
the turrets’ metal covering and destroyed them.
“We can take care of these quickly,” said Commander Robby, firing still.
“Incoming!” Ronnie yelled as Messengers swooped down from the air. The Omega Mechs
moved their arms up and fired the chain guns. The Messengers screeched and fell, but
Two more fleets of Messengers swooped in, dividing up so four groups were now flanking
the Omega Mechs. Most of the Messengers were killed in a bloody and fiery death, but two latched
onto an Omega Mech. The pilot of that, Jane Seerk, Ssej’s daughter, jumped out with an A-150 Rifle.
She activated a small parachute; she didn’t need too much air resistance because her suit was so
Jane landed in a crouch to absorb shock. Her shields went out and she fired at the
Messengers. She moved in a constant, circular formation, dodging attacks and letting her shields
recharge. When they came back, an explosion around her Omega Mech occurred; the Messengers
had sacrificed themselves. However, the Omega Mech was still standing. Only a few scratches and
cracks on the visor appeared, along with a few burnt pieces of metal.
“Damn,” said Jane through the COM, “those can take a load of damage.”
She fired into the air, hitting Messengers, when Patrick yelled, “Watch out!” Purple pulse
lasers smacked into Jane’s shields with a devastating punch. She turned immediately and fired in
There were Wild Beasts; genetically and mechanically enhanced Wild Beasts. These War-V
Mutations had mutated beetle-like armor on their legs and larger razor blades on their backs, which
were enhanced with plasmatic chemicals, allowing them to cut through, like a beam sword, almost
anything. They also had large cannons protruding from their sides; they either had laser cannons or
automatic guns. These Wild Beasts were quicker, faster and stronger.
Jane backed off as she fired, sweating. Her auto-adjust temperature system cooled slightly
as she fired more and more. Half of the Omega Mechs were dealing with the Messengers, the others
helping Jane with the Wild Beasts. Two were left. One of the Omega Pilots fired a shoulder-pad
missile. One of the mutations exploded, but the other dived on top of Jane and drooled acidic
mucus. It hissed and brought up an arm. The claws were about to drop and guillotine Jane, but a
missile blasted it away, a bloody carcass zooming off and exploding.
“Damn,” said Jane, “Thanks a lot.” She sighed and her temperature adjuster cooled. She
strapped on her A-150 and climbed back up into the Omega Mech.
“I guess that’s where we go,” said Commander Robby, pointing with a COM vid-projection
at the run-down base.
“Aye,” the others replied.
“Get the other War-V ready! Get our War-V Mechs ready, too. Activate all defense
“Sir,” replied the man standing beside Commander Lyste, “We have only three laser turrets
left; the attackers have destroyed the rest.”
“What? We’ve got hundreds of them! Send the soldiers out to attack them.”
“Sir, there’s something you should know… We’re reading enhanced signs and powerful
“Our War-V mutations are powerful and enhanced! We can take care of them, so do it,
“Here’s the plan,” said Commander Robby, “We’ll get out of the Omega Mechs and leave
them as a diversity. Then we’ll cloak and run in and slay them all.”
“Aye, aye, captain!” Someone said. Commander Robby grinned and waved them in.
The Wild Beasts piled out and saw the Omega Mechs. They ran and jumped at them, but
turned into blood in mid-air. Half-organism mechs appeared, but streaks of lightning zapped them
and plasma blue grenades stuck to them. The mechs exploded with blood and fire.
The MILSS stealthily moved into the base. Commander Robby drew out his combat knife
from the small sheath; guns were not to be used in this operation, except for silenced ones.
There were herds of soldiers, but they all seemed to be confused. “Where’s all the
enemies?” and “Why aren’t those mechs moving?” buzzed among the group.
Commander Robby clicked the COM channel three times, a signal telling the other MILSS
to wipe out the soldiers. Commander Robby sneaked among people, stabbing them in the back or
slitting their throats.
People looked around and screamed, firing random bullets into the air. Blood and
disemboweled corpses scattered across the ground as one by one, the silent MILSS murdered the
War-V Researchers. Commander Robby sliced people’s throats, making them die immediately. He
winced at the gore, but knew he had to do this.
As the rest of the enemy troops fell in a bloody, gory heap of death, a putrid aroma lifted
into the air, a faint hint of it passing through the MILSS’s toxin filters. Commander Robby wrinkled
his nose in disgust and signaled his fellow troops out to the Omega Mechs. All they had to do was
burn down the place and…
But wait – Sparrow-class Dropships were taking off. As Commander Robby saw the ships
taking off behind the base, he heard something; a faint, wispy gasp or roar. He turned and saw on all
the Omega Mechs jade-green flesh clumps and raw pink tentacles. He saw Infectious Rill jumping
onto the mechs, digging their claws and spike-ball tails into the armor. Tails slammed holes into the
armor, and claws helped the Rill into it.
As the Rill entered, a wall of mucus covered the hole and spheres of flesh grew on the hull
of the mechs. Commander Robby stared at them, then turned to another group of mechs; they were
the War-V Mechs that the researchers had created. And now, the infectious forms were trying to
create a new model… A new breed of these.
Commander dropped his gun in awe and then, snapping out of the state, pulled out a Sc-00g
BE Grenade. He activated it and threw it, the electrical tentacles snatching onto the Omega mechs.
He nodded to the others to do the same.
The explosions rippled through the infectious forms, but didn’t destroy the mechs.
Commander Robby nodded toward the mechs and the MILSS got in swiftly. They turned at
the original breed of War-V Mechs and flamed then to a burnt crisp.
A soldier sighed and said, “I do enjoy fried War-V for breakfast, indeed.”
Turning back to the base, Commander Robby turned his flame-thrower to the highest level.
He knew there would be no one left, but it was better to make sure this base wasn’t used again.
He was about to burn the place down when the COM crackled and said, “Omega Pilots…
Omega Pilots do you read me?”
“I read you,” replied Commander Robby.
“Don’t bother burning down the p-place. We saw the,” the voice winced, “the dropships
leave… For now, get back here to… Kemaka Plaza. We need reinforcements,” there was an
explosion in the background, “Badly.”
Andrew Larzones dove the A-57 away from the line of fire. Main Ships had just entered the
fray and were bombing the whole fucking place. He fired up at the Main Ships as the plasma shots
ran into the hulls. However, there were two many bombs and the plasma shots did too little damage.
As for the Ice Cannon, that couldn’t reach so far up. A bomb flew toward the A-57 and Andrew
The controls of the A-57 were replaced rapidly with the escape ship controls. The head
popped off and transformed, and Andrew flew off, firing random bursts into the sky, hoping to hit
the Main Ships.
Andrew landed the escape ship in a safe place and dove under a piece of metal. He looked
over the side to see of there was a good bomb shelter anywhere. He spotted one and ran, explosions
booming the land around him.
He lifted the trap door and got in. There were two other soldiers. One of them was named
Alexander Dowsinsky, the other Sergeant Vago. Andrew tossed a quick salute to the Sergeant and a
nod to the Private.
“Damn it, Sarge,” yelled Private Dowsinsky (the explosions covered up a talking voice), “I
don’t wanna die here! I don’t wanna be stuck here!”
“Damn it, Dowsinsky, shut the fuck up!” The Sergeant called back.
Andrew plopped himself against the wall as Alex Dowsinsky went crazy; “I don’t wanna be
in here! It’s to damn stuffy! I’m gonna die!” He screamed and ran out. A moment later, seen from
the small, thick window, a dog tag that said “Alex Dowsinsky” bounced, accompanied by blood and
fragments of bone.
The Sergeant and Andrew winced. “I guess we’re gonna be in here for a while,” he sighed.
A moment later, Dave ran in and panted.
“Who’s attacking us, anyway?” Dave said.
Andrew shrugged and Sergeant Vago said, “Which rival of ours is best known for their
“Ah,” said Dave and Andrew at the same time. Andrew plopped his carrying sack against
the corner and used it as a pillow. His drowsy eyes fumbled. He wanted to sleep, and he wanted to
stay awake, alert.
Andrew, who, with the explosions, couldn’t get to sleep, pulled out a can of refried beans.
“Refried beans my ass,” he thought out loud. “How could refried beans be ass cold?” He took a
plastic spoon and scooped out the brown mush. He took a bite and said, wincing, “Delicious.”
“Really?” Dave asked excitedly, pulling out his own can.
“No, he’s kidding,” replied Sergeant Vago. “They taste what they look like; shit and
Dave threw the can against the wall and sighed. “Anyone have canned fruit? I ran out.”
“Yes, but none that you can have,” replied Andrew.
“Take it,” said Sergeant Vago, tossing him three cans and giving two to Andrew. “I prefer
the Asian fish.”
Andrew licked his lips and laughed. “I should have gotten more food,” he said. “We’re
gonna be here a long time.
Andrew awoke two hours later. Two hours. That was an impressive amount. He smelled
something horrible in the air and looked at Dave. Dave said, “It’s the canned beans the Sergeant
The Sergeant chuckled and said, “You’re confusing me with you.”
Andrew smiled and sighed. “What’s happened?”
“Nothing,” said Sergeant Vago. He grabbed a can of soy sauce-dipped squid and started
“How in the world can you eat that stuff?” Dave asked in disgust.
“It’s good!” said Andrew. “Ssej and I always liked –” He stopped in mid-sentence and
sighed. Ssej was… gone… forever. He wished he could bring him back somehow. He would do
anything to bring him back.
Dave scooted to Andrew and patted him in the back. Andrew nodded in thanks and
plopped his head on his supplies sack and closed his eyes again.
Andrew gradually opened his eyes as the Sergeant yelled and Dave looked around. He heard
booming noises; they weren’t the same sound as the bombs, even though those were still sounding.
This booming was like the denting of metal.
Andrew instinctively grabbed his gun and asked, “What’s going on?”
“Mertzin or some other War-V bitch trying to get in,” said Sergeant Vago.
“Oh, great,” replied Andrew.
“Dave, lock those doors. High Rank, get ready to fight,” the Sergeant commanded.
“Yes, sir,” replied the others. Dave ran to the doors, punched in a code into a panel and the
doors locked. Andrew aimed his gun at the door, his finger on the trigger, sweating. Dave ran to the
back of the wall with the other two and grabbed his AD-16.
The metallic booming continued and there was a crashing sound. Andrew flinched and
grasped the gun tightly. The trap door had been ripped off. There was another booming sound and
a large dent appeared on the door.
More booming vibrated through the door and the Sergeant said, “When they come in, run
out as quick as you can.”
Another ram to the door and it fell to the floor with a clink, dust lifting into the air. Three
Mertzin, an Armageddon and two Wild Beasts filed in. The three troops ran for it. Andrew fired,
the War-V Mutations screaming. They hissed and puked out acid and gnashed their mandibles of
One of the Mertzin ran toward the Sergeant. It ripped part of his arm apart, but the Itna-
Vraw made his skin harder than stone. The Sergeant grabbed the arm of the Mertzin, ripped it off
and sliced its owner in half. He threw the arm at an Armageddon. The Armageddon grabbed it and
stuck it to his body.
“What the hell?” The Sergeant gasped in horror. He didn’t know the Armageddons could
mend arms to their bodies to add more to the arsenal.
Dave fired his pistol and it tore through the skin of the Armageddon, but it still remained.
“Come on!” Andrew yelled, gesturing to the exit. The other two followed him, but they all ran back
in to the explosion of bombs.
Sergeant Vago fired at the Armageddon and it fell to the floor, hissing. Two of the three
Mertzin were battling with Andrew and David. Sergeant Vago popped the head of the Mertzin
fighting with David off. He turned in time to see the Wild Beast pouncing at him. He fired at the
underside of it – the weak-spot – and it fell back. It flipped back up, however, hissed and ran at
Sergeant Vago again, biting the air. Sergeant Vago jumped over it and fired at it. A hail of bullets
pelted the Wild Beast and it fell limp.
Meanwhile, Andrew had killed his Mertzin and, with David, started shooting at the
remaining Wild Beast. The Sergeant joined in, and it fell with a high-pitched screech.
“You go burn in Hell, suckah!” Sergeant Vago yelled. He kicked a Wild Beast’s corpse and
said, “We’d better move to another shelter.
The Sergeant led the way out, and the troops looked up. The Main Ships were not bombing
the area any more. They were now deploying soldiers… Bomber Soldiers.
“The Bombers are here?” Dave said. “Oh, shit! They came at a perfect fucking time!”
Also with the Bombers came enhanced War-V. Apparently both the Bombers and the U.S.
War-V Researchers discovered the Infectious Rill. The way Andrew could tell the difference
between the two sides of War-V was that they had slightly different armor that was different colors.
Not like that mattered to him, of course; he would kill them all.
“Twice the War-V,” a voice crackled in the COM. Andrew turned around and saw the
Omega Mechs standing in the sunshine, weapons ready.
“The Cavalry has arrived,” he whispered.
The COM crackled again, “Ok folks, here’s what we’re gonna do: Soldiers, go to the bunkers
that have been set up. Trained Mech pilots, get in your mechs and defend the front line. If your
mech is destroyed, go on the MAV-1000 Master Jeeps driving around and get a replacement mech at
the Alpha Main Ships. Vehicles, line up behind the mechs. Airships, patrol the area and destroy the
Andrew nodded to Dave and ran to a bunker. The Sergeant followed. The bunker was a
small, metallic dome, like an iron igloo. There were small shooting ports in the walls.
Andrew looked through a port and saw two armies moving toward each other. There were
groups of War-V; Mertzin ran toward each other, confused until the humans ordered them to fight.
They hesitated before they sliced each other brutally in half. Armageddons of the opposite military
group looked puzzled at each other, than started to murder.
Captain Lort yelled at the War-V, “ATTACK THOSE BASTARDS! KILL OUR
OPPONENTS!” The Bomber Main Ships from above continued dropping off reinforcements.
The Bomber armada was endless; soldiers would continue attacking, killing, dying. Captain
Lort’s soldiers would kill the evil Alphas; they would have honor when they died in battle.
Captain Lort watched in grim satisfaction as a Bomber Armageddon jumped onto a soldier
and started tearing him apart. Flesh tore off like skin being peeled from a bloody, juicy red apple.
The organs were spat out like seeds to lay on the ground and wear away.
Captain Lort tightened his grip on the battle rifle as the dropship neared the rough, metallic
grounds of Kemaka. He jumped off, his leather combat boots hitting the ground with a soft tap.
There was a calm breeze; it was a strange calm, breaking through the warfare everywhere. Captain
Lort calmed himself, took a deep breath and ran to the MAT Stingray tanks being dropped off.
He climbed over the metallic hull and pushed himself into the cockpit. After other soldiers
joined him in different cannon control rooms or gun-shooting ports, Captain Lort activated the
He felt his stomach churn in anger, his mind racing with destructive thoughts. For more
than fifteen years, the damned, wretched, evil United States of America Alpha military forced the
Bombers to hide; to stay in isolation, not allowed to turn the world into a better place; a place where
the Alphas would be rid of… forever.
The group of tanks rolled along the metallic city, suspended roads, ten-story-high malls, and
buildings abandoned. The MAT’s tires crunched over tiny rocks. A horde of Alpha troops ran to a
tank and one of the soldiers got out a Sc-00g. The grenade would have been thrown if the tank
missile hadn’t been launched into the air, the metallic pellet exploding with an unimaginable force.
Blood that was all that remained of the disemboweled corpses spewed over the cockpit view window
and over the ground.
Captain Lort grinned. This time, the war would be his!
Andrew fired, the bullets flying at the incoming MAT’s, pinging off of their hulls. He dove
back as the MAT replied with a single shot. Fire raged through the shooting port, Andrew’s face
Andrew, from the back of the bunker, fired at the tank. Sergeant Vago, next to him, did the
same. The Sergeant then ran to a shooting port, pulled out a Sc-00gBE grenade and launched it with
a strong throw. The grenade attached to an MAT and exploded.
Fragments of metal sprayed across the armored bunker as another soldier ran in. It was
Carter. “Fucking chaotic out there, huh?”
“Aye,” replied Sergeant Vago, “Would you expect less?”
Carter pulled out his gun and fired at the MAT’s outside. The Bombers and War-V
Researchers, however, kept pulling closer.
Chapter III – The Conflict’s Effect
The War-V Researchers, or as they say, the Skulls-2, now had a powerful army, composed
mostly of War-V mutations. Now was their chance to prove that they were the greatest military
The Bombers and the Alphas were both here, and now… Now the Skulls could destroy
them all, once and for all!
Andrew paused in firing to listen to the message coming through the COM. “This is
Commander Brown speaking. Alpha soldiers, get out of those bunkers, now! The enemies – they’re
overrunning our bunker. Get out of those or you’ll be trapped!” There was a gory scream, and the
COM went dead with static.
“Damn it, Commander!” Sergeant Vago yelled, discouraged at Brown’s death. He gestured
Carter and Andrew out of the bunker.
Outside, Sergeant Vago ran to cover as an explosion occurred. He fired, ducking behind a
wall of iron periodically. As for Carter and Andrew, they ran to an MAV –1000 Master Jeep with a
chain gunner and a driver. The driver said, “We could use some more fire power.”
Andrew jumped in the passenger seat and Carter sat in the back seat, next to the chain gun.
The soldiers cheered as the Master Jeep drove quickly and flew into the air, jumping off of a metallic
“This ol’ baby’s been beat up for the past couple hours,” said the driver, patting the steering
wheel. “Half of the gas has been used; fifty gallons left, that’s it.”
“And,” added the chain gunner with a concerned face as he looked at a small monitor, “this
gun has only a thousand bullets left.”
“Head’s up, fuckahs,” said Carter in his non-chalant voice, “we’ve got contact!” There were
two Mertzin and a Wild Beast ahead. The Mertzin were part of the Bombers where the Wild Beast
was on the Skulls’ side. The War-V Mutations were roaring at each other until they saw the Master
Jeep. The Mertzin turned and fired a strange, smooth weapon. It had no handle; the index finger
rested on the trigger and the thumb pushed against the top.
The plasma pistol fired, rays of brilliant violet sizzling against the outer layer of the MAV. If
the Mertzin managed to hit one of the soldiers, they’d likely die. How the plasmatic engines were
able to fit inside such a small, convenient casing Andrew didn’t know. The two Mertzin charged at
the Master Jeep, firing.
The Armageddon tried to avoid the fight, but the MAV driver crushed it with a backspin.
The two Mertzin jumped onto the jeep and fired into the driving area. Andrew and the driver
jumped out, pulled out their pistols and fired. Carter jumped out as well. He fired with a NP-R26.
The chain gunner fired at one of the Mertzin, who roared in fury as it fell off. The driver
finished him off. The chain gunner still fired, the other Mertzin dodging the attacks. The Mertzin
then activated a switch on the plasma gun and a large beam sword appeared. The Mertzin grabbed
the gun by a protrusion coming from the back, holding the weapon like a sword. The Mertzin
jumped up and sliced the front two seats in half.
The chain gunner, perspiration running down his face and cutting through splotches of dirt,
kept firing. However, the chain gun announced that it was out of bullets with an annoying click.
The chain gunner unbuckled his feet from the chain gun-standing area. He tried to jump
out. The other soldiers continued firing at the Mertzin, but did hardly any damage; the armor of the
Mertzin was to strong. The Mertzin was too fast, as well; it jumped up swiftly and held the beam
sword like a dagger. The blade punctured the chain gunner’s belly and sliced the rest of his body in
half the Mertzin dragged the gun along. Blood spilled out and squirted the trunk of the Master Jeep
and the Mertzin’s body as guts filed out in a messy heap.
The Mertzin kicked the carcass as the driver yelled, “NO! Sam!” He turned and faced the
“You… You bastard!” He continued. His shouting aroused more anger in the Mertzin as it
charged at him. It was a confusing, quick battle. The driver, along with Andrew and Carter, fired his
pistol at the Mertzin. The Mertzin jumped aside, grabbed Andrew and Carter by the throat, and
threw them aside. The two soldiers grabbed their throats as the Mertzin kicked their limp bodies.
Too injured to fight, Andrew and Carter were unable to help the driver. The driver kept
firing until the pistol emptied. He pulled out an old-fashioned Sc-00g grenade and threw it at the
Mertzin. The Mertzin roared and sliced the driver in half. Blood, blue and red, poured over the
ground and into the air, adding to the already-putrid smell in the muggy air.
Andrew and Carter sat against a metallic wall of a store, grabbing their bodies and rocking
back and forth. Pain swelled up, and the two were relieved when Sergeant Vago helped them to
safety. “I’ll get their dog tags,” he said. “You two get in this Sparrow Dropship and recover in a
The Sergeant walked over to the blood-marinated, shredded corpses and looked at the dog
tags. “Samuel Cathiar and Johnson Mere,” he said, reading the bloodstained yet shining tags. He
looked down at the Mertzin’s corpse. “You deserved to die. They didn’t.” He kicked it and sighed
as he walked off.
Sergeant Vago walked away from the blood bath and grabbed his gun with renewed strength
and anger. His fury seethed throughout his body as he remembered to violent loss of the two
The Sergeant ran to a bunker when he heard an explosion. Turning, he saw several new
corpses on the ground, all of them armless. A Bomber MAT Stingray rolled slowly toward the
Alphas. A machine gun from the shooting port fired.
Sergeant Vago fired back, bullets pinging off of the heavily armored tank. He tried to fire
inside of the shooting port, but couldn’t. Snorting in anger, he pulled a Sc-00gBE grenade from his
belt and lodged it at the tank.
The grenade stuck to the tank as electrical tentacles grabbed onto surrounding War-V and
pulled them in. Blades ran wildly to War-V that were out of the tentacles’ reach and killed them.
The grenade exploded and blood splattered everywhere. The driver and other weapon-controlling
Bombers, however, were still alive as they were concealed beneath the heavy walls of the tank.
Another round of the tank exploded close to the Sergeant… too close.
Sergeant Vago retreated to cover behind a metallic wall created from a part of the ground
that was pushed up by a grenade or some other explosion. There he saw another soldier, a Private.
His name was Clay Korn. He saluted quickly and returned to fighting.
The wave of Stingrays was getting too close, and the infantry didn’t have enough firepower
to stop them. All they could use were grenades, and the Sergeant did so. He threw a Sc-00gBE
grenade and destroyed a shooter in one of the incoming MAT’s. It wasn’t enough damage to stop
the whole wave, however.
“Commander Jennings,” said Sergeant Vago through the COM, “we need vehicle backup!”
Commander Jennings, the High Commander of vehicles replied, “Negative, negative! We’re
engaged with some heavy artillery over here.” Sergeant Vago turned around and saw that Skull
MAT’s were also attacking. The Alphas were being flanked!
“What if,” he said into the COM, “We can get the Skulls and Bombers to destroy each
“I don’t think so, Sergeant,” replied the Commander, “From the looks of it, the bastards
want to wipe us out first!”
Sergeant Vago let out a sigh and continued firing; the Alphas were going to die out here!
“Sir,” the tech worker said, glancing at the monitor, “Signals indicate our ally being flanked
by opposing military forces.”
“Confirmation? I need Confirmation,” the man beside the tech worker replied.
“Working… Indications confirmed; The Alphas are currently being flanked. I suggest we
go in there and help.”
“Roger that, Rein,” the man replied. This man was Captain Cortez, a great military leader of
the Spanish military. The Spanish, who now had the strongest military power, developed a nickname
of the Knives.
Spain backed their troops out in Operation: Iraqi Freedom in 2004. However, when Tri-gun
started, the Spanish decided to ally with the Americans again; Not just any American military, but the
Alphas, as they were fighting with the Skulls.
However, there was a point where Spain was running out of military resources and had to
back off. Now, however, after years of research and work, they had the strongest military ever. They
had heavily armored infantry units, a Navy with powerful ships, including the Sea-Dragon class ships,
which were armed each with two plasma cannons. They had powerful air ships and Main Ships.
Spain was the ultimate military country.
Sergeant Vago looked up as he saw the helicopters – Dark Raven helicopters – fly over the
sky. He wasn’t sure who’s they were; the Alphas had given up on the helicopters when they created
Main Ships. The Bombers used Main Ships as well, and the Sergeant had never seen them attack
with Dark Raven helicopters.
Nonetheless, there were Dark Raven helicopters. Sergeant Vago peered through his small
pair of binoculars and saw the symbol on it; a knife with a red ribbon going behind it. The Knives
were giving unexpected reinforcements…
Ropes unraveled and dropped down from the helicopters. There was a series of “Go, go,
goes!” and soldiers slid down. The Spanish soldiers piled out, holding grenade/rocket launchers.
The great military leader, Captain Cortez, said to the Sergeant, “Looks like you could use
some help here.”
Captain Cortez turned away from the sergeant and said through the COM, “Groups Alpha,
Beta and Omega, help the infantry. Groups Charlie and Delta, help the vehicles. The rest of you,
wait for orders.”
A line of soldiers marched to the front of the arena and started firing. Bullets, rockets,
grenades and explosions dotted the air. Smoke roared up from raging fire that was peeking out of
craters in the MAT’s.
Some of the soldiers from within the Bomber tanks escaped, but were caught by a flurry of
grenades. Overhead, the Dark Raven helicopters fired plasma-shooting chain guns, each energy
group of plasma about 100mm long. The plasma burnt through Main Ship hull and the enemies fled.
The Spanish’s powerful military defeated them in a matter of seconds.
“We made a few improvements to the Dark Ravens… Class A Titanium hull, plasmatic
chain guns, extra carrying cargo, swifter speed… We still use Main Ships, but the helicopters are our
babies. Anyway, I noticed a change in your Main Ships,” Admiral Sanders said, tapping is fingers
“Yes,” replied Admiral Stugulf. He explained how they improved the Main Ships with
“flapping” wings that had several missiles.
“Say, we’ve been getting information about a certain super soldier. Only the Admiralty knows
about it; we don’t want any of the classified files to leak out.”
“Ah yes… The MILSS, or Military Super Soldiers…”
“Our military was thinking of creating a new infantry… Sort of like the MILSS, but
probably not nearly as strong.”
“What are your plans?”
“We want built in motion sensors… We want a health/shield display on the visor of the
helmet (meaning we will have shields).”
“In other words, we’re making super soldiers – less powerful than the MILSS, due to lack of
resources, but still super soldiers.”
Below the Main Ships, a burnt a battered field lay. The abandoned fray was covered in
blood, smoke and scraps of iron.
Mark watched as Ronnie kicked a dead carcass of an Armageddon. He could tell it was
Ronnie because of her swift, light moves. He sighed and searched the area for any signs of danger,
just as the MILSS had been instructed.
He had in his hands a LR-G50, or Long Range Grenade launcher, 50mm round. One of the
Spanish soldiers had lent it to him. The gun held three explosive pipes that could be detonated at
any time. However, due to lack of sensor reading ability, only six could be laid and detonated at
Above Mark, inside of the Main Ships – the Bird of Prey Main Ship: Falcon 02, more
specifically – bunches of honorable ranks discussed the battle that happened just a few dozens of
hours ago. Above, the Falcon 02, which replaced the Koran, was lit up with chatter, tactics planning,
and meetings. The other Main Ships and the MILLS were ordered to guard the Falcon 02.
Everywhere he looked - science labs, researching rooms, offices, meeting rooms, hallways,
mess halls, engineering rooms, dock bays, and even common rooms – Captain Bryan saw chatter;
plans about Spain’s ideas to enhance their soldiers, plans to make new vehicles, and plans to create
new weapons were abuzz. Captain Bryan had to go everywhere.
After the meeting of Spain’s soldier enhancement plans, Captain Bryan returned to his
office. He picked up paperwork and blueprints, looking them over. He looked over tactical
information of the latest battle, trying to find mistakes in the plans so that he could edit them.
Captain Bryan sighed, pulled out a half-empty flask with wine in it and took a small sip. He
placed the tactical information sheet down and picked up Spain’s blueprints. They had blueprints for
a new mech, called a Crawler Mech. The Crawler Mechs were an all terrain vehicle to be used by Navy
SEALS. The new mech had eight metallic legs – like a spider – that could, in the air, act as propellers
and jet engines. On the land, the propeller-legs could act as large blades where the jet engine-legs
would let the mech walk. In sea, the propeller legs would spin and the engine-legs would act as a
weapon. The head of the mech had a large cannon.
Captain Bryan picked up another blue and white sheet and saw illustrations of a Spanish
super soldier. There was a dark, wedge-shaped visor, unlike the normal goggle-like visors. The visor
could have computerized information displayed on it. There were headphones for COM usage, just
as the standard military suit had, but there was only one speaker. On the left ear, there was another
object covering the ear. This too had controls on it. There was a night-vision control – bulky
goggles would not have to be worn – there was a flashlight switch, a holographic crosshair switch,
and much more. As for the rest of the suit, the armor was designed to be stronger yet lighter.
Connected to the Spanish super solider designs, there were weapon designs. There were
loads of ideas; plasma guns, sedation grenades, and more.
All of the Captain’s readings were interrupted by a knock of the door. Tidying up the papers
and taking a quick sip from his flask, Captain Bryan answered, “Come in.”
Admiral Stugulf strode in and Captain Bryan snapped to attention and saluted. “At ease,”
said the Admiral. He gestured the Captain out the door. “Admiral Tore wanted you in this next
“Yes, sir.” Captain Bryan traveled with the Admiral, watching the engineering bay and the
docking bay (they were connected) below. Crewmen and soldiers ran from place to place, working
Captain Bryan’s soft boots clanked quietly against the metal catwalk. When he reached the
meeting room door, everyone stood up and saluted. Captain Bryan and Admiral Stugulf saluted
back. The two took seats.
“I’ve been concerned with something, people,” began Admiral Tore. “The War-V
Researchers, or Skulls-2, as they call themselves, have escaped just a few days ago, correct?
According to information, they escaped taking hardly any resources at all. But when we battled
them, they had much more forces.
“Now, I, of course, know that the War-V can mutate and duplicate with asexual
reproduction, but what I mean is, how did the Skulls get more human forces and more machinery?
They’re pirates, basically. They split away from us and are making an unofficial military group – but
who would join them?
“With the machinery, they took the Phalax structure we found in the space maze more than
a decade ago; the Phalax structure can help create powerful machinery. Now, with the people…
Apparently, their army is not constructed of humans – normal ones, at least.” Admiral Tore picked
up a remote and pressed a button. A video screen popped up from a slot in the table. An image of a
small herd of humans and several other things appeared.
“You all remember the Hosects, correct?”
“Yes,” everyone replied.
“And,” continued the Master Admiral, “You know that there are Infectious Rill, right?”
“Look closely at this video. The army is constructed mostly of Hosects and infected victims
of the Rill. They both can use weapons.
“Where the human victims came from, we suspect, was some of our soldiers and several of
the Bombers; we did not receive any reports on our soldiers being infested, but there’s no doubt
some of them were.”
Captain Bryan grimaced at the site. There were mutilated, sulking, zombie-like Hosects and
mindless, powerful infected soldiers.
“So far,” Master Admiral Tore continued, “we have found no way to cure our infected
soldiers, but if we manage to find one, we will keep it alive at all costs. We will capture it and wait
until we find a cure.
Captain Bryan raised his hand, as did many others. “Yes,” said Admiral Tore, “Commander
A thick, muscular commander spoke in his deep voice, “Sir, do we have any ideas on how to
destroy the Infectious Rill inside the soldiers’ bodies?”
“Yes. We have been working on a vaccine of some sort. We are thinking of using the Itna-
Vraw in a chemical substance to consume the Infectious Rill. However, when the infecting parasite
takes over the body, it combines with some DNA strands in its host; If the Itna-Vraw were to touch
the DNA, the original part of the strand could be destroyed as well, thus risking the host’s death.
The Captain spoke up; “Will the enhancement suits of our MILSS be strong enough to
withstand an attempting Infectious Rill?”
“Well,” the Admiral started, “The main areas of the armor would be able too, but if there is
damage to the suit, an infectious form could work its way in. Though I highly doubt the suit could
be destroyed, it is still a possibility, and a dangerous one at that. We are working on making the suit
stronger, and increasing shield power in weak areas.”
Captain Bryan’s face was grim; if one of the MILSS was infected… He didn’t want to think
about it. The power would be too great.
The Master Admiral continued answering questions. “Admiral Stugulf?”
“How exactly is the body infected? Also, how much of the body is infected?”
“There are two ways, really. If the Infectious Rill finds a corpse, it will completely demolish
the body and take it over. If there is a living body that has a large gash, the infectious form will open
it wider (unless it is big enough already) with its tail, a ball and chain-like weapon. The Rill will crawl
inside and seal up the wound with scab-like goo, protecting the wound. The reason of this, we
believe, is so that no outside contact will come in. The Rill will then get access to the brain and
DNA. It will mix up some DNA strands slightly. It will control the brain, but not harm it because
the Rill wants the body to do most of the work. From the wound goo, flesh will envelop the body
and grow claws and other things for fighting.”
“Jesus,” someone said under their breath.
“As for how much of the body is infected… Well, when it is a corpse, the whole body is
taken over. However, when it is a living subject, about 80% of the body will be taken over; 95% of
the DNA will be left alone, and the brain will be untouched. Also, will the skeletal and muscular
system is altered with slightly (to make room), it is not harmed and can be repaired to its normal
Captain Bryan sighed. He felt intense sorrow for those who were infected.
Mark sighed as the wind blew across his face. The grenade launcher was strapped to his
supply pack and his helmet was in his hands. He sat down, leaning against a rock. Suddenly, he
heard a buzz – a very, very loud buzz. From the horizon, Zapholen flew.
“Zapholen at nine o’clock!” He yelled. He quickly put his helmet on, sealed it and grabbed
his grenade launcher. This wouldn’t do much good, but he was going to detonate the traps he set
Inhumane screeches erupted as the Zapholen spewed out acidic saliva. Mark lured a herd of
them to the trap, backing off in false alarm. The Zapholen were right on top of the bombs, trying to
slice Mark in half. He pressed the detonation trigger, and… BOOM! There was a deafening
explosion as the Zapholen were blown to bits.
The sound, however, did not come from the grenades. A metallic building fell to the
ground, sharp, silver shards and dust rising into the air. In replace of the building was a large, bug-
like leg. The Zapholen’s eyes lit up as a large, hideous roar boomed through the air.
“Is it… Is it… Queen Xaroov?” Commander Robby spoke through the COM.
“I don’t know,” replied Mark, “But one step just destroyed a ten-story building…” Another
hideous roar erupted and another building fell. “That thing’s destroying the city!” More screeching
roars vibrated the sky, until Mark realized… There was more than one of the things. Sound waves
overlapped and cracked glass.
The deafening roars’ owners flew into the air to reveal themselves. The creatures were
obviously some sort of new War-V Mutation, probably a branch off of Zapholen. The creatures had
a beetle-like body with shining wings and translucent under-wings. Their obsidian-black armor was
like a glance into hell. They had spikes lining their exoskeleton spine. Their triangular faces were a
complete set of beady eyes, mandibles, and acid-shooting cavities. The creature’s most outstanding
feature was the legs. There were two sets of long legs with bony spines on the ends of them. Those
were the cause of the buildings’ destruction. There were two other sets of legs. These were the same
until you reached the third joint. From there, large scythes used for slicing opponents into confetti
Mark dropped his grenade launcher and pulled out his AD-16. He pulled out the scope and
looked through. The enemy bastard’s face was right on the crosshair. Mark opened fire.
A flurry of 16 bullets flew through the sky and pelted the creature’s face. The enemy,
however, merely flinched from the impact.
Mark yelled, “Back up! I need backup!” He turned around and saw that the others were
engaged with their own enemies. Mark turned back and fired, his attempts to damage the War-V
A Zapholen flanked him from behind and knocked him forward. Mark growled, turned and
fired the pistol. The Zapholen hissed as its blood spewed out. It turned around and started firing
acid. Mark rolled, dodging them. He fired and popped the Zapholen’s head off. Mark felt
excruciating pain as a blade jabbed through the side of his body and spurt out fresh, red blood. Mark
gasped and yelled again, “I need backup!” His blood continued to flow out in a sticky heap, and
Mark blacked out.
Mark awoke under a heap of building wreckage; a fellow MILSS was next to him. “Thanks
for getting me here, Ronnie,” Mark said.
“No problem,” Ronnie replied. The two turned as the enemies continued attacking. Alien-
like legs crushed streetlights. “Stay here,” Ronnie said, “I’m gonna go out there.”
Ronnie ran out, firing an A-150 rifle at the large enemies, pelting dents into the legs. It was
no use. She pulled out a Sc-00gBE grenade and threw it. It stuck to the shell of the creature and
exploded. The blades merely ricocheted off of the glassy armor as the explosion flowed over it.
The enemy drew back its scythe-like blade and slammed it into Ronnie, using – thank God –
the blunt end. Ronnie rolled into cover and buckled over, grabbing her stomach in silent pain.
Wincing and gasping, she activated the Main Ship COM. “This is MILSS soldier Ronnie. We need
immediate backup! The unidentified creatures are too strong!”
“Roger that,” a calm, tough and slightly accented voice replied. Wind fwooshed as soldiers
jumped down, releasing parachutes. They landed with a loud slam and unhooked the parachutes,
orderly lining up in an arch shape in front of a beetle creature. They pulled out MNS Rocket
Launcher, or Mini-Nuke Rocket Launchers, Standard Class, clicked the safeties off, and fired.
A flurry of smoke and fire zoomed across, slamming into the stumbling enemy. Fire and
smoke erupted in a large pile, damaging the shell. Grey smoke rushed away with a wind guiding
them, revealing fractured exoskeleton wings and purple-black blood oozing out. The enemy hissed
in fury. Acidic blood sprayed all over the ground as the Spanish soldiers backed off slightly.
“FIRE WAVE TWO!” Captain Cortez yelled. A second volley of smoke-trailed rockets
zipped through the air at violent speeds and smashed with a large bang into the wound. Globs of
black blood rained down on the unflinching soldiers. The soldiers got up from their crouching
positions and ran, still in an arch shape, to another beetle creature.
Two volleys of rockets took off the face of the enemies and painted the city blackish-
purplish. The arched group of soldiers moved over to another and fired, but more of the
beetle/mosquito creatures arrived. “Sir,” a soldier said through the COM in a deep voice, “There’s
to many of them. I suggest SWA usage.”
“Alright,” the “sir” the soldier was talking to replied, “but we can only use the Falcon 02 and
the Raven Beak – those are the only currently active Main Ships.”
Captain Cortez ran to Commander Robby and said, “Private, I suggest we switch weapons;
the MILSS are stronger than us, and can take out the beetle-things easier. We’ll distract and kill all
Commander Robby saluted. “Yes, sir. By the way, I’m a Low Commander, not a Private.”
“No problem,” Commander Robby and the Captain handed each other’s weapons over.
CMT’s traveled through the air and latched onto the beetle-like creatures. Sound waves kept
orderly inside of the CMT traveled at a quick speed and shattered the shell of the beetle creature.
Organs connecting the head to the legs were revealed. A throw of a Sc-00gBE grenade and the
Commander Robby crouched behind a pile of debris. He peered around the corner and
fired two rockets at a beetle’s face. The creature yelled as flakes of rough, burnt skin fell off. A
Spanish soldier fired an A-150 at the ashy face and spewed drops of black-purple blood onto the
Roars of pain roared through the air as bullets flew with fiery orange trails and rockets
Ashes and smoke filled the area as Commander Robby fired a rocket. The missile flew into
the air and exploded, fire spewing over a beetle-like creature’s shell, but hardly damaging it. He fired
again, aiming for the head, but the beetle creature blocked the attack with a leg. Commander Robby
ran as quickly as he could, dove under the opening of the leg and fired. Fire spewed about, hurling
large droplets of blackish blood around.
The beetle-like creature screamed as it dropped its once-raised leg. The blades of the legs,
razor sharp, dug into Commander Robby’s armor as sparks and red blood sprayed across the floor.
Commander Robby screamed and had one look at his missing flesh and bone before he blacked out.
“We’ve got a man down,” Ronnie said through the COM. She looked at Commander
Robby’s mutilated body as she ran toward it. Gathering up his body, Ronnie applied a rubbing
medication to the huge wound. “I repeat, MILSS down! Major wound in side, need medic!”
Ronnie ran for cover as a leg crashed into the metallic ground and sprayed iron splinters into
the air. She waited for someone to come when she saw an MAV-1000 Master Jeep. Dust behind it,
the vehicle slowed down and stopped. “Good,” Ronnie thought. “Medics are here.” One thing was
strange, however. Why did the jeep arrive from the opposite direction of the Main Ships?
That was when an Alpha medic and a Spanish soldier gathered the soldier on a stretcher.
The Spanish soldier handed his grip to another Alpha medic and pulled out his AD-16. “Who are
you?” The soldier asked in a fierce yet calm voice.
Ronnie straightened up and pulled out her A-150. Three soldiers jumped out of the jeep and
a chain-gunner opened fire. Ronnie and the Spanish soldier fired back. “TAKE COVER!” The
Spanish soldier yelled as the duo dove behind a chunk of debris. Ronnie peered around the corner
and fired, taking one soldier down. The Spanish soldier looked over the top of the debris chunk and
fired, but rounds from the chain gun nearly blew his head off. “Jesus,” he said.
Ronnie threw a grenade, but all three remaining soldiers retreated. The grenade exploded
and they came back, another taken out by the Spanish soldier’s gun. The remaining troops – the
chain gunner and foot soldier – continued firing. The ground soldier was killed, but the chain gunner
continued firing. Ronnie threw another grenade, a Sc-00g grenade this time, and it stuck to the jeep.
It exploded and the jeep flipped over. However, the chain gunner jumped out with a back flip and
crouched to avoid the flying jeep.
The remaining soldier had shiny, messy hair and specks of hair growing on his chin. He
pulled out an AD-16 and dodged rounds from the MILSS by diving to the left. The Spanish soldier
got out to fire, but was pummeled and killed by five bullets. The enemy threw a Sc-00g grenade that
stuck to Ronnie’s helmet. “Oh… Shit, oh shit!” Ronnie cursed as she unlocked and unsealed her
helmet with fast speed. She threw it, but it exploded just a few feet away from her, causing her to fall
back and black out from blood loss.
The rugged man stood over the body of the white-grey suited female. “Just one more bullet
– for good luck.” Before he could fire, he felt the barrel of a gun dig into his neck, prepared to blow
his head off at point blank.
“Well, well, look who it is,” a familiar voice said. Captain Bryan growled and continued;
“I’m surprised you managed to almost take her out.
“I should kill you right now, right here, but I want to ask you some things… The Itna-Vraw
files. I lost them more than a decade ago. So, where are they and what the hell did you do with
“Well,” the rugged man replied slyly, “Our researchers are still working on something, but
we’re not quite done yet.”
“Where are the files?” Captain Bryan yelled, saliva spraying on the other’s helmet. “Well?
Where are they?”
“They’re on one of my Main Ships… Researchers have been using them – I’m not sure
Captain Bryan pressed the button on his COM and said, “I need military personnel to take a
captured enemy and dump him in the prison cells.”
Captain Bryan was about to kick the rugged man when he spun around and grabbed Captain
Bryan’s throat. The rugged man pulled out his AD-16 and, his evil eyes glaring, pointed it at Captain
Bryan’s face. “Prepare to die, bitch.”
Captain Bryan was kicked back when the bullet nailed him in the leg. Another bullet pierced
the arm, and another round barely missed his head. Blood flowed out and Captain Bryan moaned in
pain, “Damn you, Lort… Damn you to hell.”
It wasn’t the results Captain Lort wanted – he would have killed the mongrel if the herd of
soldiers hadn’t messed him up. There were four soldiers. Two grabbed Captain Lort and two
grabbed the two wounded bodies. The medics carried the wounded bodies away, when bullets killed
the remianing two soldiers. Captain Lort kicked the bodies and ran to greet the others.
Five heavily armed Sparrow Dropships, each carrying thirty soldiers and vehicles (four
carried MAV’s, the other an MAT) had entered the fray.
The Bombers were ready to wipe out the enemies.
Seven minutes passed, and Captain Lort was still confused about the beetle-like creatures.
What were they, how were they created, and who sent them here? But for now, that wasn’t the
biggest thing on his mind. Rockets flew back and forth, and the Bombers had brought a small army.
Captain Lort fired his gun at a group of soldiers and ducked behind a concrete wall.
Dust kicked up as bullets sprayed past him, chunks of gravel jumping up. Captain Lort
retaliated with two bursts, firing at another on of the soldiers covered in grey-white armor. He fired
when the soldier… disappeared. He hadn’t killed it, however. No, that couldn’t be. If he killed the
soldier it would have fallen down, splattered with blood.
That was when he caught a glimpse of a large, rusty pipe. The pipe seemed to refract, its
image bending. Captain Lort took off his helmet and rubbed his eyes. It was still refracted. “A
cloaking system for a foot soldier,” he mumbled.
Captain Lort grinned and dodged a bullet whizzing past his head. He fired at the askew,
amorphous blob of light. The blob moved, and went out of sight. “Damn,” Captain Lort cursed
softly, putting his helmet back on.
Suddenly, a sharp pain eradicated throughout the Captain’s back. He turned and fired an
astray wave of bullets behind him. The damn invisible soldier had sneaked behind him. Blood
spewed out of Captain Lort’s back, and he growled in pain.
Captain Lort threw a HE grenade at the area that the fire came from and ran away. His
passage was blocked by a large slam of the ground as a gigantic, bug-like foot destroyed the metallic
footings and destroyed a soldier, a wanton blood flow spurting out of the body.
Captain Lort threw a Sc-00g grenade at the leg, but… It did no damage. “Captain Lort to
Commander Muhammad – we need heavy artillery! An unidentified creature is on the battlefield and
it’s too damn strong. Get more Stingrays, on the double!”
“Roger that, sir,” Commander of the Main Ship: Poison Vine, replied.
Captain Lort retreated from the creature. Getting shelter from an abandoned building,
Captain Lort saw that other soldiers in white-grey suits were battling the large, long-legged creatures.
Good. Those should distract the soldiers from killing the Bomber soldiers.
Until the MAT Stingray tanks came in, Captain Lort would be forced to pick of soldiers and
jeeps. Thus, he pulled out his AD-16 and looked through the scope. Matching the cross hair up
with a soldier’s head, he squeezed the trigger.
When the Bomber Main Ship rolled in and deployed five Sparrow Dropships, each carrying
thirty troops and an MAT Stingray, Spanish Elite Class Infantry Soldier Blair called in for backup.
Using his COM system, he said to an Alpha Admiral, “Sir, we’ve been informed of heavy machinery
used in War: V several years ago. I suggest we bring those out – there’s too much power against us.
“Roger that. Good idea.”
The heavy machinery, which had a main body, and two wing-like “legs” on the right and left
that had tank wheels. There was a 13.37 cannon on the bottom and a tank cannon on the top.
Unfortunately there was a lack of materials to build several of the giant, devastation causing 13.37
cannons, so only 10 of the machines were created. All ten of them entered the fray.
Commander Blair then ordered one of his soldiers to drop of a supply box of weaponry. He
kicked open the large wooden crate and grabbed a PE Mini-gun, or Pulse-enhanced Mini-gun. The
bullets had fragments of pulse cells that increased the power of them. And like the everything else in
the Spanish military, it had been injected a few hours ago with Itna-Vraw.
Commander Blair asked for assistance to move the supply crates into bunkers. When he got
into a bunker, he stayed there for cover. Overhead, booms and rattles of warfare roared.
Commander Blair would be safe here for a few minutes. Soon enough, the beetles would crush the
place with their feet.
Commander Blair crouched down and waited… That was when the bunker’s roof crashed
down and an explosion filled the area.
“MAN DOWN, MAN DOWN!” Becca yelled through the COM. “Wait – he’s moving!”
The Spanish soldier’s left set of ribs had been crushed and his legs were heavily damaged with
second-degree burns. He was lucky – the ribs could easily be repaired with stem cell reproduction
technology. As for the burns, surgery would easily heal them. Becca wasn’t a professional medic,
but she grabbed the soldier in her arms and dashed to an Alpha Main Ship.
Blood and ashes dripped from the man’s body to Becca’s arms as she handed his limp body
to a medic.
Running back to the bunker, she took out the weapons crate. Inside were RPGSM’s, or
Rocket Propelled Grenade Sub Machineguns, PE Mini-guns, and stolen plasma pistols. Becca ran to
an empty ally, pulled out an RPGSM, hooked a PE Mini-gun to her back and a plasma pistol to her
belt. She strapped her A-150 to her back as well. “I’ve got a weapons crate over here,” Becca
announced, pinging her location on the MILSS’ heads up display.
She exited the alley when a Zapholen swooped down, spewing acidic material onto her
shields. She fired the RPGSM, and volleys of grenades shot out in a straight line, exploding. The
explosive automatic gun killed the enemy creature in seconds.
Becca cocked the gun and grinned.
The Spider Cruisers took out two of the six Stingrays, but they were mostly distracted by the
incoming beetle-like creatures. Bolts of Pulse lasers burst from the 13.37 cannons and into the air,
smashing into the beetles.
Also smashing into the long-legged creatures were the rounds of Becca’s RPGSM. Though
hardly doing much damage, Becca managed to make a good wound in the side of the creature’s face
for a single rocket to finish off.
For now, however, Becca was in a different pickle; trapped in an alley, Becca looked up at
the looming Tentalen.
Behind the large, bulbous Tentalen and its slimy, protruding tentacles was a small army of
infected military personnel – all of them were powerful Spanish soldiers.
Captain Cortez and his group were shooting their weapons. Cortez’s RPGSM, rattling with
fury, launched smoky rounds in a rapid tempo at the Infectious Rill.
Of course, Rill were usually no big deal, but when hundreds of them that could possess your
body were in front of you, they were. Cortez spun his gun on his right forefinger once as he pulled
out a plasma pistol. He then resumed firing. Grey and red, purple and blue colors zipped through
the air, killing the infectious little bastards.
The Infectious Rill was one virus Captain Cortez could not put up with.
Guns still vibrating with fury, Captain Cortez caught something in the corner of his eye.
The others were still firing when Cortez turned, gasped, and fired like a madman. The Tentalen on
the building above flopped down and grasped two soldiers, who fired at the new predator. The
Tentalen, though injured, threw the soldiers into the group of Infectious Rill. Piercing screams
forced Captain Cortez to wince. He would have thrown a grenade at one of the War-V bastards if
they weren’t so close in proximity.
Cortez shouted orders to his soldiers, “MARXON, JOHNSON, JACK, TAKE OUR SIX,
BRIANT, KENNY AND I – WE TAKE TWELVE O’CLOCK!” The Captain pivoted around and
started firing. Rounds of rocket-propelled grenades rapidly impacted into the group of Rill.
Cortez slammed the butt of his large RPGSM into one of the Rill, fired at a group of the
herd, and reloaded. The Rill overflow was dying down, but when Captain Cortez eased his flow of
fire, it was a mistake. He felt a sharp pain as a Rill slashed his neck with its mandibles. It almost
ripped it open even more with its spike-ball tail when the Captain spun around, grabbed it, and threw
He continued firing when the two soldiers who had been thrown into the pile of Infectious
Rill lunged upward, their skin covered in mucous-like, puke-green/yellow gelatinous flesh. Spikes
jutted out of the second skin and tentacles swayed in the air. One of the zombie-like infected victim
drooled acidic saliva out of its mouth. Then, the fleshy substance stretched over the mouth and
teeth-like spines grew from it.
The two deformed ex-soldiers charged at the three frontal Spanish soldiers at amazing speed.
The back three soldiers, having killed the Tentalen (and two more that had reinforced), spun around
and backed the others up.
Captain Cortez fired at one of them, blowing its arm off, but a completely War-V-mutated
arm grew in its place. Captain Cortez fired another round at it, and the head blew off. A few more
rounds killed the rest of it. That was when someone yelled, “WAIT! Don’t shoot at the other one!”
“Private?” Captain Cortez said, surprised.
“I-I… Think we can save this guy! I think we can save Jennings!”
“Private… Jennings?” Captain Cortez slowly backed off as the aberration neared. He
looked closely and saw humanity in that mutilated face. He called in a Sparrow Dropship.
The Sparrow Dropship picked up the mutated Private Jennings and put it in a cybernetic-
wall jail cell. Captain Cortez thanked the pilot, then waved his army forward. Jack ran with his
AD-16 and fired, but was shot in the chest and the leg. He fell as Kenny and Briant tried to skid to a
halt, but a hail of bullets pummeled them to the ground.
“Damn it!” Captain Cortez cursed out loud. He shouldn’t had waved his group forward so
soon. Now all that remained besides him in the group were Commander Johnson and General
Marxon. Captain Cortez looked around the corner, and a bullet pinged off of his helmet, nearly
Captain Cortez rolled back behind the wall, grasping tightly onto his RPG. Meanwhile,
General Marxon crouched down, a PE Mini-gun in his hands. Commander Johnson stood with his
MNS Rocket Launcher, ready to kill what lay around the corner of the alley wall.
Rusted metal and brick chunks crumbled as bullets pinged off the alley’s barrier.
Commander Johnson rounded the corner on Captain Cortez’s order and fired his MNS. A
large explosion drifted into the air as blood splattered over the ground. Commander Johnson did
not see what he had killed.
Rounding the corner with the others following him, Captain Cortez stared at the mutilated
bodies, assuring that no allies were killed. Confirming that, he looked closer at a helmet. On the
COM pack was a spray-painted Skull insignia.
High Rank Aust led his army of two soldiers and dozens of infested or Nuetoplasm-mutated
humans. Three out of the many units in the army had minds. The others did not.
High Rank Aust held up a hand to halt Officer J.A. Cunnings (J.A. stood for Jackass) and
Private Topelin (Who had a nice body, in Aust’s opinion). “Ahead – our Surgrandis are battling with
the others. We’ll intercept them with an attack of the War-V. That will distract them well enough
when our air-mounted MAT’s come in. As for us three soldiers, Cunnings, you lead the War-V.
Topelin and I will start firing rockets when the MAT’s come in. Then you, Cunnings, and the army
leave. Let the heavy power take over.”
“Go alone with those things? No way, sir,” said J.A. Cunnings.
“Damn it, you jackass,” said Aust, “Just go.” Aust sighed and looked at Private Topelin’s
beautiful face. His gaze slowly dropped to her chest, when he shook his head. He had to focus on
his job: he had to kill all enemy units.
And so he focused.
That jackass sneaked his army and fought with the enemy. Then the air-mounted MAT’s
piled in. High Rank Aust pulled out his SM Rocket Launcher (Standard Missile Rocket Launcher)
and fired. Missiles flew at the screaming enemies as smoke belched into the sky.
Surgrandis, the long-legged beetle/mosquito creatures, roared as they crushed enemy
vehicles and spat acid at enemy Main Ships.
MAT Stingrays, still latched onto their Sparrow Dropship carriers, fired in unison with the
Sparrow’s chain gun turrets. Bullets and smoke pelted the floor as bodies flew apart in a bloody
mess. Two tanks unlatched, crushing armies as they fired at opposing MAT’s.
High Rank Aust continued firing the rocket launcher as debris scattered across the area.
There was abundance in explosions, bullets, blood and death. Sparrow Dropships flew in cyclone-
formations as they fired diagonally toward the ground, pounding enemy units to hell.
There was chaos everywhere. Chaos as Aust fired his SM Rocket Launcher. Chaos as
Topelin fired two. Chaos as air-mounted MAT’s and their Sparrow Dropship companions murdered
and slaughtered enemies. Chaos as Captain Lort walked stealth behind Private Topelin, raised his
Private Linda Topelin whirled around with her martial arts skill, caught the gun in her hands,
and forced the bullet to, instead of blowing her brains out, create a gash in her arm. The rugged man
kicked her arm away, pulled out some sort of mini-gun and fired.
The rounds hurt – a lot. Luckily, some of the bullets were blocked by Linda’s armor when
High Rank Aust dove to save her. Knocking Linda out of the way, High Rank Aust fumbled as he
pulled out his AD-16. “Linda, get out of here!” Aust yelled as he shot the enemy’s hand.
Captain Lort winced as the PE Mini-gun flew out of his hand. He pulled out his AD-16 and
pointed it at the Skull troop’s frontal skull. The enemy copied. Captain Lort and some enemy stood
there, threatening each other with their pistols.
All this happened when the Spider Mech rolled in. Firing a pulse blast, the vehicle made
Captain Lort and High Rank Aust fall back, jumping away. The Spider Mech pilot grinned. He
didn’t give a damn about the Skulls 2 or the Bombers; all he knew was that they should die. Patrick
grabbed a tight grip on the controlling sticks and fired another Pulse Shot at the non-rugged man.
He started to roll at him, but sounds of bullets pinging off of the armor distracted him.
Patrick turned the large, looming mech and started firing lasers at the rugged man, Captain Lort. The
enemy Captain dove out of the way and revealed a Skull troop. She was holding a SM Rocket
Launcher, and she was aiming it straight at the cockpit.
Patrick hesitated; the missile came quick, pounding the cockpit’s visor glass, cracking it.
Patrick fired his lasers at the soldier, and she dove aside, but was still holding her gun, ready to attack.
“Another round of pulse should do it,” Patrick mumbled, pressing the right top button. Blue and
purple waves of energy gathered with specks of plasmatic and pulsating force. The ball of light
became bigger, miniature novas emitting from it repeatedly, in a pulsating motion. The sphere of
pulse energy enlarged even more and finally shot forth, colliding with a missile and forcing it back. A
blast of blinding magenta filled the area and the soldier escaped without part of her right leg.
Patrick would have finished her off if the air-mounted MAT Stingray hadn’t fucking
distracted him. He turned the Spider Mech, aimed the rocket launcher cannon upwards and fired.
The Stingray rolled out of the way, deployed the MAT and picked up the injured soldier.
Patrick fired all he could at the MAT, burning it to a satisfying crisp. He turned the mech
after crushing the Stingray and looked for the soldier he had originally tried to kill. He was gone.
Patrick would destroy him later, though…
Andrew Larzones marched out quickly, running with hundreds of other soldiers. Andrew
left his NP-R26 on his shoulder and instead pulled out the Spanish class LRSR 15mm, or Long
Range Sniper Rifle 15mm bullet. Running with Carter and another soldier named Jacks. Andrew ran
into an abandoned apartment building with Carter, got on the fifth floor deck and crouched. Jacks
was on the third floor deck, Carter on the seventh.
Andrew pulled out the LRSR and looked through the scope, zooming up to 10x. “Alpha
High Rank Larzones in position,” he said in his COM.
“Alpha troop Carter in position.”
“Alpha Officer Jacks in position.”
“Ready and waiting, sir,” Andrew finished the comments off.
“Good,” said the voice behind the COM. “Focus on those air-mounted Stingrays. Nail the
tank drivers, or the Sparrow pilots of you can. Copy?”
“Copy that, sir,” Andrew traced the path of a Sparrow Dropship. He turned Infrared mode
on. Matching the crosshair with the fast moving blobs of heat, he fired a round. Damn it, a miss.
He fired another, taking down the port shooter. Another round – the bullet dented the cockpit glass,
another cracked it, and the last spurted blood everywhere inside the tank.
“Nice shot, fucker!” Carter yelled through the COM. “Next time, don’t steal my kills! You
know I cracked that glass, bitch!”
Andrew chuckled. Carter’s maturity level didn’t increase from the 8th grade on. Zooming in
on another Sparrow Dropship, he fired two rounds at the visor. Another round from the sniper
above, and the pilot was killed.
The two dropships fell down in a fiery heap. Metallic clanks rattled against the ground as
MAT Stingray pilots struggled to control the vehicles. Jacks shot at the two crashed Stingrays and
Another Sparrow flew in a cylindrical formation, driving on its side at a diagonal angle. The
MAT it heaved fired. Andrew looked carefully through his scope and waited for the Sparrow to
make another lap. When it got to the right angle, its engines would be revealed and Andrew could
The Sparrow turned, revealing its belly to Andrew. It continued turning, and the engines
appeared. Andrew fired three rounds – the first one hit the underside of the engine cylinder, the
second one was a direct hit, and the third pinged off of the MAT.
The Sparrow Dropship stumbled, but was still able to maintain some altitude. However,
that was not of Andrew’s concern was. The fact that the third round had gotten the MAT pilot’s
The MAT main cannon turned toward the apartment deck Andrew lay on. Andrew
Larzones drew back, slowly, cautiously. He walked backwards into the apartment and… Andrew’s
legs seemed to be moving on their own, running at incredible speed. The MAT bullet crashed into
the apartment glass, but Andrew was already in the stair well. He dove for cover as the stairs crashed
down and a ball of gaseous fire, yellow, orange and black, rolled into the area.
The ball of fire rolled off and was replaced by streaming, roaring, uprising fire. Smoked
pounced into the air, gnashing at Andrew’s nose. Covering his mouth and nose, Andrew ran for the
“JACKS!” He called out. Jacks looked up questioningly.
“You’re alive? Jesus, that’s lucky,” Jacks said.
“Carter – he’s up there. He’s fucking trapped! If one of those damn MAT’s gets him, He’ll
be a burnt piece of shit!”
“Damn it, we can’t get a Sparrow or anything else up here – that’ll give our position away!”
“Our position already is away – that MAT saw me, remember?”
“Oh, damn it,” concluded Jacks. “We’re just gonna have to find another sniping spot. Call
in Admiral Larson again.”
Andrew nodded, pressed a key on his COM pad and said, “Admiral Larson, sir, we’re gonna
need a Sparrow to pick up Carter – attack from an MAT nearly killed me, and now Carter’s stuck on
the seventh floor deck. Damn it.”
“Roger that, High Rank. Worry not – help is on the way.”
Apocalypse ships, Dark Raven helicopters and Devastators flew through the air as Jane
crouched, invisible, under the highway bridge. The wall of abandoned cars in the road beneath was a
trap set for the incoming Bomber MAV-1000 Master Jeeps. Two jeeps came in, pursuing an Alpha
MAV. Luckily, the Bomber Master Jeeps didn’t suspect that a wall of cars lay in front of them
because by touching them, Jane’s cloaking shield spread to the cars.
This technology was used to make the gun a MILSS was holding invisible.
The two incoming Master Jeeps were forty meters away, both driving at about 60mph. Jane
dove away and the pulled out her MNS Rocket Launcher. The Master Jeeps skidded to a stop but
crashed into the cars, fire roaring up from the engines. Jane fired the weapon and the highway bridge
above literally flew into the air.
The Master Jeeps, though heavily damaged, could be repaired. The more vehicles available,
the better. That was why Sparrow Dropships picked the wreckage up.
The MAV that was originally being chased was now stopped. The driver waved Jane over
and asked her to take control of the gunner position. Jane nodded and did so. Observing the gun,
she realized it was not the standard chain gun, but rather two mounted rifles with increased power.
Jane recognized the faces of the soldiers in the jeep. General Marxon, Commander Johnson
and Captain Cortez looked at her as she saluted. “Cloak so the enemies won’t know we have a
gunner,” said Captain Cortez.
“Yes, sir,” Jane said and, in two seconds, disappeared.
“We’re gonna attack the skulls. They’re trying to gain their base back. We’re gonna guard
the facility from them. Before we reach the base, there’s going to be an army of infested humans
that we’ll have to rip through.”
“The funny thing is,” said General Marxon, “that base originally was the Skull’s base. Now
it’s just a big metal piece of room.”
“I can’t believe that before Tri-gun it was used as a research and storage center by the
Alphas and Skulls… Now it’s a piece of wreckage we’re fighting over,” said the Captain.
“Makes you wonder,” Jane said.
“Yeah,” replied Commander Johnson. “Why are we fighting over a metallic building with
hardly anything left in it?”
“We aren’t really. It’s not our intention; it’s theirs. They want the base for some reason.
We prevent whatever they’re gonna do from happening.” The General spoke.
“Heads up!” Captain Cortez interjected as the other two Spaniards started firing their guns.
Meat of Nuetoplasm-mutated warriors burst apart as rounds hit them. One of the bastards brought
a blending tool from their arms and slashed at the MAV. The blending body part, which came out of
the hands of the Nuetoplasm-mutations, resembled several saw discs rotating quickly on an axle.
The saw-like limbs scraped the MAV’s metal and paint off. However, the attacker, who was
attempting to climb into the vehicle, did only that little amount of damage.
As more waves of enemies flowed toward the jeep, Jane opened fire. The guns she were
holding, which were invisible when she touched them, illuminated with fiery bullets. The light made
Jane slightly visible, and the mutations now tried to attack her. Swerving the gun and her body
around, Jane fired at incoming Armageddons and Zapholen. Hisses spewed acidic saliva over Jane,
damaging her shields.
Bullet shells and claws splashed across Jane’s masked face as she continued firing the
mounted guns, digging her fingers into the triggers with exaggerated force. Bullets and yellow-orange
bolts flew out of the guns’ barrels as blood splattered everywhere.
“Hold on,” Captain Cortez said as he swerved the jeep in a 360-degree turn, swiping away
crowding hordes of War-V. “We’re reaching the base! Keep firing at the enemies behind us!”
Jane obeyed and watched as the War-V Mutations fell down, limp, or fell behind as the
scenery rolled away and the MAV rolled on.
“All enemies in near perimeter cleared,” said General Marxon.
“Good. I’m parking the car here, guys. Jane stays in there and uses the gun as a turret. The
rest of us, find some Portable/Movable MRDC.” P-M MRDC, or Portable/Movable Mounted
Rocket Defense Cannons, were quick, easily moved and powerful means of defense that the Spanish
used. They would use these to guard temporary bases, outposts, etc.
Jane turned opaque again and let her cloaking energy restore. She stood at the mounted
guns, waiting for the enemies to come.
“Incoming beetles at six o’clock!” A soldier yelled and pointed. Andrew Larzones looked
up from his hiding spot and zoomed up. He pulled the trigger in, releasing a 15-millimeter round
into the creature’s eye.
The beetle let out a hiss as Andrew tried to fire another round. The round rebounded off of
the beetle’s shell. Andrew tried another shot and reloaded. The round missed entirely. The damn
creatures were too powerful, too strong and too smart.
“We’re gonna need some heavy fire power! Tanks, mini nukes,” he said through the COM.
“We’ve got mini-nukes coming in,” a Spanish soldier replied, “The tanks, however, are
guarding the base; we can’t let the Skulls get that facility back.”
Another soldier said, “Do we have anymore P-M MRDC’s?”
“We’ve got three on the way,” the first Spanish soldier replied. “That’s all we can spare,
“Damn.” Andrew looked through the scope again and fired another round, this time,
luckily, hitting a beetle’s eye. He moved his cross hair to the right as the beetle flew forward. Firing
two more rounds, the second one hitting the eye again, Andrew reloaded.
The beetle Andrew had shot at hissed and stumbled in the air, slowly negatively accelerating,
dropping in altitude. However, the beetle regained altitude as Andrew cursed.
Zooming up again, Andrew fired three rounds, cursed again and reloaded again. Repeating
this pattern over and over, Andrew finally managed to hit the beetle’s eye. The creature stumbled
some more and lowered again.
“HIT HIM!” Andrew yelled through the COM. Volleys of rockets smashed into the
beetle’s face, yellow hues of fire mixing with a black-purple blend of bloody colors.
The beetle’s corpse fell down with a crash, but it was followed by another boom. That was
when Andrew felt the water rising quickly up to his knees… And to his waist… And finally to his
Andrew climbed up to a pile of garbage, caked to the ground with waste goo (incinerated,
melted waste products).
Jumping from the pile to a ladder on the brick wall of an apartment building, Andrew
climbed up to the roof and looked in the direction of Kemaka Dam. Using his LRSR to magnify the
image, Andrew saw chunks of concrete flow into the water, a metal frame underneath the concrete
crooked and bent. A big hole in the wall was surrounded by burn marks, black and ashy. Fire dimly
glowed as water splashed over it.
Someone had destroyed the dam; someone was flooding the city. Overhead, Skull Sparrow
Dropships buzzed through the air. Engines humming, the Dropship pilots opened up the back
hatches and pointed the noses up. Gravity pulled several worm-like creatures out of the dropships,
the bugs landing in the water.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” someone said in the COM. “What now?
“This is Spanish soldier Sergeant Hunter. I am in close contact with the new species. They
appear to be some sort of larvae.