The Last Arclite Ch.1-5

[-=Legendary=-]

Thanks for your patience guys here is the first refined chapter thank you for your support readers.



The Last Arclite
PROLOUGE

Wars… they come and go and the blood they spill is never cleaned. Throughout time and throughout man it has become a part of human nature. Wars are no longer fought by just means of men…machines and beasts have joined the clutter. The Terrans have come in contact with 5 intelligent civilizations. Two gates have opened one stretches past the colonized mars installations the other directly above earth. Terran ships have done all they can to block off access to the first gate above earth. The second gate itself has yet to be contained scouts have been sent in to secure the immediate area but have not returned.
The sector has been labeled sector 1. The Syndicate is a major corporation contracted by private employers and the U.S to research to and build a variety of things. Based on mars the Syndicate has every intention on controlling the planet in this new sector.

Hazzard was blamed for destruction of Miami. A nuclear warhead all but decimated the city when Hazzard failed to reach his objective in time. This was 6 years ago the syndicate sent Hazzard to the Nevada MSLF, Maximum Security Lockdown Facility. For the rest of his extensive life.

(The story takes place a week after the battle in heretics end in our solar system.)


Chapter 1 A Unlikely Offer

Nevada MSLF

0830 hours.

“Wake up!” Yelled an officer, into the cell intercom as he shocked the prisoner with a minor volt.

A cranky moan came in from the cell as an electric shock barely roused him.

The officer raised a clipboard as he turned off the cell shields and the door mechanism. Two men in white coats enter the cell as the officer starts to speak.

“Cellmate A05050, you have been summoned and are required to follow standard sedative procedure.”

The tall muscular figure stood up off his bed as the two men stopped and stared at his build as they were momentarily taken back by his intimidating structure.

The officer came in as Hazzard outstretched his wrists and brought his feet together. One of the two men took out a syringe and the other held a laser pointing device at Hazzard’s neck so that the syringe could pierce his tough skin. While the officer cuffed Hazzard’s wrists and ankles with titanium bolted grips. As the officer did so Hazzard looked behind the officer and saw a familiar shape. It was a humanoid therion model, about 6ft 2 inches tall made completely of some artificial titanium. Chrome and gray in color its head was triangular shaped with rough edges. Two glided plates through were it collected its visual input, smaller triangular ears for sending and receiving long distance radio transmissions.
A cylinder shaped layered metallic neck it was smooth. A broad but awkwardly shaped chest piece with a Y like opening coming out of its left side. The arms and legs were the shape of a human’s but in between the shoulder line and bicep line were a few titanium pipes which probably transferred the hydraulic fluids and energy needed to move the 1500lb machine, pipes acting a lot like tendons. The same went for the connection of the mid arm piece to the forearm piece, on the fore arm was a retractable blade incase of a attack from behind, and retractable knuckle spikes which made the already dangerous knife like fingers even more intimidating.

There we’re four of these mechanical beasts to escort him. A pretty standard model for combat, and security. Two would probably be enough to escort him but the other two we’re for extra measure. Besides Hazzard was the only military hybrid being imprisoned in this facility.

Hazzard said nothing as he was escorted by the four therions and 1 officer detail to a room on the opposite side of the housing area of the security complex. A lot of stares met Hazzard as he walked to the other end of the facility but it only took a glance to make another of the hybrids stand down. As he walked through the courtyard the other hybrids that were wrestling soon grew quite and waited for Hazzard to be out of hearing range before they began to question each other on why he was being transported.

SIX YEARS AGO

1205 Hours.

The Cafeteria

“I’m not going to tell you again boy! Get the hell* off my seat before I bust your face into the concrete!” Yelled a large looking hybrid about 6ft 5 accompanied by about 6 other similar looking hybrids.

Hazzard said nothing but continued to eat his crudely served meal.

“Boy! I am Go-“

Hazzard interrupted “I’ll get up and leave when I see fit.” He said calm, reassured for some unnatural reason.

The inmate then sneered at this and readied his arm and in one quick burst smashed the side of Hazzard’s face making him reflexively turn in that direction.

That’s when the inmate hybrid saw it. At that very glance he knew he had made a fatal mistake, one that he would pay dearly for.

There was the unmistakable “S” Tattooed across the left side of Hazzard’s Neck that actually blended into the rest of his much larger tattoo. At first glance it would seem that Hazzard just like any other common inmate had a tattoo. This one was different of course, as it ran the length of his back only the left side though. In a tribal design display of jagged spikes and quick turns that came over his left shoulder and down the length of his arm. Only one of these spikes cut across his back and ended a little under his right peck. But it wasn’t this that astonished the hybrid. It was the hidden message in it.

One of these spikes went a little bit up the left side of his neck shaped like a “S”. If it weren’t for the dots inside the two curves of the S and the line between them the hybrid would not have seen them. “S”, the mark of the Syndicate, all hybrids that came directly from the syndicate where military purposed hybrids. The other lower level hybrids such as this foolish inmate who has just closed his death sentence are made specifically like tools or machines. People buy them and if they die are replaced. The Syndicate hybrids are part of a much more important plan specifically trained to kill and survive.

It was in the moment after the inmate realized this that Hazzard instantly turned in the same direction as the punch had sent him making him complete a 180 Degree turn. As he did so he bashed the inmate directly across his nose with his right elbow. As the inmate recoiled back in a spray of blood Hazzard caught the inmates right arm and pulled on it so hard it ripped out of its socket instantly going limp. But the inmate was still moving toward Hazzard and this is when Hazzard used his right arm and completely grabbed the inmates face from the side and smashed it through the stainless steel table. The same one he had agitated Hazzard for in the first place.


Present day (In the story)

Nevada MSLF

0840 hours

Hazzard and his detail enter a room with two men sitting inside on the opposite side of a table with two chairs.

“That will be all officer thank you.” Said a man in a gray suit sitting on Hazzard left.

The four therions exited through the only door followed by the officer. And the man sitting on Hazzard’s right stood.

“Hello Hazzard my name is John Richards and this man here to your left is Eric Macomb.”

Hazzard’s muscles are sedated but his communication skills are not hindered.

“What is this about?” asked Hazzard as he tried to sit upright.

“Well Hazzard the Syndicate has sent us down here to retrieve you.” Said Richards

“Oh well isn’t that nice what did they do wrong this time huh?”

Macomb stood up and opened a folder.

“Hazzard we are here to propose a deal on the behalf of the Syndicate. Late last week as you probably don’t know the gate was reopened.”

Hazzard’s attention was clear by the narrowing of his eyes.

That’s when Richards actually saw Hazzard’s eyes. The one on his right was bright blue and the other was a greenish color. Richard for a second was entranced by his eyes. Hazzard noticed.

“You should see my brothers.”

Richards snapped out of it and Macomb continued.

“Hazzard, four days ago the syndicate was training the new hybrid Genesis not far from Mars. It was a space combat simulation and Genesis did exceptionally well, scored higher then you and your brother Overdose. Though, as he destroyed the last of the drones on his way back to the installation a gate opened up directly in front of him. He was already too far into it when the gate opened and was sucked in. Scouts were sent to locate him but those scouts didn’t return. The U.S government is sending hundreds of Terran ships to contain whatever may come out of the gate and will be there later today. The syndicate has commissioned you to get into that sector and by any means necessary retrieve Genesis.”

“Oh wow that’s all good and fun but why exactly am I doing this?”

Macomb handed the folder to Richards.

“Well Hazzard you can either spend the rest of your miserable artificial life here and rot or you can have your freedom on the outside. Yes the syndicate and the U.S government have agreed to lift the exile if you are to complete this mission. From what I hear Hybrids can live much, much longer then humans…how old are you again Hazzard?”

“Well I just turned 94.”

Richards smiled. “You don’t look a day older then 30. We are sending you in with a team of highly Trained SEALS if you decide to do the right and smart thing.”

Hazzard shook his head. “No, if I am going in there I am taking my own team.”

Richard’s tossed the folder down to Hazzard. “We thought you might feel that way so we have this. On the back are the last known locations of the surviving hybrids.”

Hybrid Class Call Sign Status
X01 A Overdose Active
X02 A Hazzard Active
X03 B Thor KIA
X04 B Axraid KIA
X05 B Inferno Active
X06 B Crow Active
X07 C Creeper KIA
X08 B Eve KIA
X09 B Shrike Active
X10 C Strom KIA
X11 B Tribe Active
X12 B Smoke Active
X13 C Reaper KIA
X14 X Genesis PENDING


Thor, Axraid, Creeper, Eve, Strom, and Reaper the names and faces and countless missions flashed into Hazzard’s mind.

In a small whisper Hazzard read “Overdose”. He was the reason they had died.

“Tell me a little bit about Genesis, why did the syndicate create another X model hybrid?”

Richards looked at Macomb and nodded. Macomb stood.

“Well, lets just say that your members of your squad no longer live up to the standards the Syndicate wishes to uphold. You of course are here unable to work and your brother Overdose… for lack of better words is just unreliable. We will stay in contact with you Hazzard if you do not meet us at Horizon Airbase in exactly 96 hours we will send forces to eliminate you and the rest of what’s left of your squad. So please don’t try to run, because if you do that sedative you were given earlier contained a nano bot which will be able to let us know your exact location at all times.

Macomb and Richards got up and left through the door. Leaving Hazzard to think through his options. He hadn’t tried to escape yet but that didn’t seem like a realistic option since this was a facility designed for hybrids. Although he was the only military hybrid, there were still thousands of commercial hybrids in use now and hundreds in the facility.

“Damn it I hate getting shot at.”

[The_Hypo]

Nice, much more detailed than the original too, keep it up

Bye

[KiwiNZ]

I agree, very good rewrite! Lovve the detail.

Looking forward to more!

[-=Legendary=-]

Thanks guys appreciate the input.

Working on rewriting the other chapters and probably gonna end up merging them.

I have alot of outcomes to choose from, for the story and a few good backround stories.

[-=Legendary=-]

The Last Arclite

Chapter 2 First Encounter

Near second gate
1300 Hours

“All Squads check in”

“Echo Leader, men accounted for.”
“Charlie Leader, men accounted for.”
“Bravo Leader, men accounted for.”

Kane Jordan at 34 was a very capable pilot and currently the leader of a quick response unit. Aside from being a pilot Kane was also Ex Marine-Recon, having had to exchange branches after he was induced into a coma when a missile impacted the side of his teams transport helicopter. He was the only survivor out of the 7 man team including the pilot.

Now the U.S Terran forces had sent him and 4 other squads to secure the second gate and set up a perimeter. They were all flying in Eagles which would later be classed as m3 fighters. Each with a top speed of 275MPH, shield capacity 75MJ, cargo space 130 M units. Weapons onboard 4 Integrated Plasma rays, which sent a tremendous amount of shocking heat into the target easily melting titanium in seconds. Missiles we’re less for damage as they were for distraction. They Ray missile which was a slow missile at first for a short while until the target was within range or hit by anti missile weapons, it then broke off into 6 medium damage missiles that traveled at around 350MPH.

Kane came to life on all the squad’s transmission boards as he gave the orders.

“Okay we are now 10km away from the gate. Charlie and Bravo set up a 50km perimeter around the gate. Echo maintain a 10km perimeter around the gate. We’re going to be on our own boys, at least until the cavalry arrives in about two hours. I want a check in every 10 minutes. Remember boys at any moment Indians could come out of that gate so be assault ready.”

Indians was a term often used in the military to describe enemy. For example behind enemy lines would be called Indian Territory.

All unit leaders said roger, and each squad composed of 6 men went to there respective duties.

As Kane sat there inside his Eagle he stared at the gate. It wasn’t like the other one he could clearly tell. The other one glowed blue and had a spinning inner core with a clear like substance inside like a bubble. He had never seen a real gate before only in training simulations, but already he could tell this wasn’t a normal gate. This one unlike the other looked like it was made completely out of some black metallic substance. The inner core was completely gray and the outlines of this gate glowed an eerie red. Kane also noticed that the circular inner core was not spinning in the same direction rather it slowly went in the opposite direction.

Kane already had a bad feeling about this.


Earth
Nevada
1340 Hours

After Macomb and Richards had left, Hazzard had time to consider the offer. Macomb and Richards told Hazzard they syndicate would pay 150,000$ to everyone that assisted in Hazzard’s mission. According to the information given to him Inferno could be found in a town called Rostville Oregon as a gun salesmen his house was a 5 minute drive from his shop. Crow and Tribe’s location could not be determined because they were always on the move, since there discharge they had become bounty hunters, apparently they were good ones. Shrike was had set up a professional body guard department in Phoenix Arizona, currently commissioned by a lawyer. Overdose could not be traced and was given no information except that he had caused an explosion in a Government Department building in L.A, 31 Civilians had died and 12 wounded.

Hazzard guessed it would take a day or two round up what was left of his squad. As Hazzard walked towards his hovercraft like vehicle he had an eerie feeling he was being watched. He was right. Because hidden in the bushes about half a mile away was a two man team. One man was looking through digital binoculars. As the other man confirmed that the target was still alive. Each of these two soldiers wore green camouflage body suits. Decked from top to bottom in body armor and pads. On the right shoulder pad of one of the men an insignia. A jagged sword painted in black. These soldiers were marine recon, marines for Black-Tech and in that moment Hazzard became Black-Tech’s primary target.

Mars
Quadrant 24 (Mars has been divided into 40 different quadrants)
Black-Tech Compound
1345 Hours

A man is bent over inside a dark room he is in the middle of a small circle of light that barely cascades around him, the light probably 5ft in diameter. This circle of light is in the middle of a square of light and that square inside another. Each separated by 10ft of darkness. This pattern goes on for about 9 Squares of light. This man was about 5’11 and looked to have a lean agile build when he stood. His hands were still behind his back when he stood. He was only wearing black training pants held by what looked like a belt of some sort. A clicking sound was heard inside this dark room and after a few moments he exhaled and let his arms fall to his sides. Revealing two dangerous looking swords, which looked like they had been made of some gray metal. They probably had a 4ft reach but as deadly as they looked they were made specifically for cutting through the air at high speeds and the up most deadliest striking precision.

Then as if on cue the man raises his head and through the 2 doors on his left and right pour out at least 50 men brandishing swords. Each man was dressed in black fatigues, which made them look a lot like ninjas except without the hood. All these men started running towards the man in the middle but they stopped as soon as he jumped into the air and stabbed the light on top of him, over a 20ft jump. Half stayed in the lit area and the other half ran towards where they thought the man had last been.

For a while there was no noise except the occasional mutter and then “shh” to the mutter.
Then all hell broke loose. Out of nowhere slashes and screams were heard. Then more screams and suddenly sparks. For a moment those sparks revealed to where the man was only for a brief second because by the time the spark was gone the man had already moved. More screams then suddenly silence. The men left in the lit areas had stayed in the light because they felt safer and thought that they could stand a better chance once they saw there enemy step into the light. No, this was wrong for one the area from dark to dark was about 6ft.

Then out of nowhere a sword went flying through the air claiming one of the surviving men. The remaining men looked to see what had just happened to there member. Then again out of nowhere one of the men farthest from the others was taken into the dark by a pair of hands. The only confirmation that he had died was a sick cracking sound, that and that his body went flying through the air just to hit three of the remaining men.

Then the lights started to turn off one by one. And the last of the men already knew what awaited them. Every time a group of men were surrounded by darkness, slashing and screams were heard. Then the last group…total complete and utter darkness. They felt no pain, no struggle as each had his head completely severed off or heart completely sliced into before the even knew what happened

Then suddenly as soon as it began it was over. The lights turned on revealing a very large room. Square in shape, and probably 1000 Square feet in area. The man walked to the door on the right, passing all the bloody bodies and body parts. He then walked through a short corridor and took a door on the left. It was his barracks, he set his two bloody swords on a table with a container of hot water on it. He looked into the mirror of his bathroom showing three long horizontal scars that cut under his dark green right eye. Which had been engraved there long, long ago.

He walked into another room and pressed accept on the console.

On the screen came a silhouetted figure with a stern commander like voice.

“Ghost, it’s time.”

And the transmission ended.

Ghost opened up a large locker revealing Jet Black light armor. A array of gas masks and pistols, grenades, gloves and other secretive looking gadgets. He exhaled a deep breath as he began to take out his equipment.

[The_Hypo]

Nice

I like the sound of this Ghost fella!

Wonder why the new gate looks funny, an ememy of the ancents perhaps? or the syndicate? I cant remember if you already said...

MORE!

Bye

[-=Legendary=-]

You may like the sound of him, but if u like hazzard u may not like his intentions.

Had to edit this one 3 times to make the fight clear.

[KiwiNZ]

Quite some fight! From your words I gather that Ghost will the assassin to take down Hazzard? Should be interesting.

Lokking forward to more.

[The_Hypo]

I kinda guessed he would be an assassin, what with the whole 'murdering 50 people' thing

So whens the next bit?

Bye

Edit: I cant believe I left the bye out!

[KiwiNZ]

Edit: I cant believe I left the bye out!

Happens with age.

[The_Hypo]

AGE?! com ere ya olde' coffin dodger *cough* I'll give ya a good see*cough*in to!

*cough splutter cough*

17 *cough* years young, you aint geetin me inna onn'a those new fangles whatjamajigs, olde folks home ya call em? ne*cough*ver!

Bye

[-=Legendary=-]

hahaha guys.

you'll be surprised just how many people have intentions towards hazzard.

Typing may be a little slow since the R key is stuck and needs a good push before it actually give me a RRR.

[-=Legendary=-]

The Last Arclite

Chapter 3 First Encounter

Second Gate

1350 Hours

“Delta squad, check in.” Ordered Jordan

The men sounded off from two to six. Kane was sending messages to the other three squads on patrol when he heard a ominous screech. It sounded like metal against metal heavy and slow.
Jordan looked up from his screen. The outer spinning contraption of the gate started to move. The noise was probably from it not being moved in so long, either way it still sent chills down Jordan’s spine.

“Delta 2 this is Kane I want you t-“

Kane never got to finish the transmission. In that second right in front of him Delta 2,3 and 5 just exploded.

“What the hell!” Yelled Jordan

“Sir we have Indians on approach.”

Kane looked on his screen but saw nothing except the green dots representing Echo Squad and what was left of his.

“This is Kane that is a negative on Indians. I repeat negative on Indians on radar.”

“Sir, look straight ahead” said Delta 6

Kane peered out through the cockpit window of his Eagle.

“Oh god” he breathed.

There were 12 of them. Kane quickly targeted and zoomed in. They must have been using a magnetic cloaking device of some sort. These ships looked a little bulky. A forward pointing nose and square like wings for mounted turrets. They were red and gray.

“CHARLIE AND BRAVO! We have Indians on approach, undetectable on radar. Coming in from objective gate. Moving at 300 MPH, Delta 2, 3 and 5 are down. Indians are hostile fire on sight. Echo join with my team lets rock!”

In synchronization all that was left of delta squad and echo squad fired 10 ray missiles each. 10x6=60 60x9= 540 missiles were launched at the enemies. But when the missiles were within 1 km of target they veered off in wild directions. Some hit each other and others just spun off into nowhere.

“Watch it!” Yelled Jordan

From what he could see about 400 missiles just turned around and were now heading towards the main group in wild patterns.

Kane Yelled.
“Squad evasive maneuvers!”

It was to late at that moment all 400 missiles ran out of fuel. When a ray missile runs out of fuel it explodes. When 400 missiles explode within distance of each other and only 500meters away from a ship. The damage is amazing. Instantly all of echo squad was completely eradicated

Kane was the only ship left.

“Oh my-“

He couldn’t say anything else because he was instantly under heavy plasma fire from the 12 ships.

“Jordan this is Bravo and Charlie we are intercepting now.”

Then the dogfight began. It was a clean 12 on 12 not including Jordan who’s ship was badly damaged.

Fighters on both sides were shot down. Some flew right through another pairs dogfight. Some where double teamed. After a 30 seconds only 4 Terran ships including Jordan’s remained against 8 unknowns.

“It was a pleasure working with you men.” Kane said defeated.

Just as the hostile ships turned around from 5 km out to finish of the last of the ships a transmission came over.

“Terran ships, you are relieved fly towards home base.”

“Who is this” asked Jordan, confused.

“Overdose” He said flatly.

Overdose was flying a Phalanx. A ship designed by the Syndicate to be the best m3 fighter of its kind, and it was. With a max speed of 375MPH it was armed with syndicate machine guns. The rounds used not only pierced the armor of the target. But once inside they exploded using nitrogen gas and another flammable fuel. Heavily shielded with 100MJ shield, it was a elite of its kind. It could hold a thermal nuclear missile within its missile tubes. His ship was painted black with white stripes on the sides in a vertical streak.

Overdose jumped right into the battle. Immediately blowing up one of the ships, he passed the ships and made a 180 turn with ease. The ships launched a missile at Overdose but the flak cannon quickly took care of that. After a few more seconds the last 6 ships were dust. Jordan was amazed.

Jordan quickly set coordinates for home and turned on his afterburners, followed by what was left of his men. He had to be debriefed.

Overdose quickly fastened his seatbelt, then made his way towards the gate. As soon as he was in it his computer went crazy.

“Warning, DANGER! Atmospheric conditions unstable Preparing emergency procedure.”

Overdose’s vision soon started to dim as he hit an incredible speed. When he realized that this gate was at the reach of this planets atmosphere! He was going to crash on this strange new planet.

Earth
Oregon
15 Miles Southeast of Rostville.

“X02 wake up… X02 wake up its time to wake up.” A calm voice echoed.

Hazzard opened his eyes and he was in a laboratory of some sort his vision was extremely blurry. He saw the outlines of a man trying to coax him.

“His pulse is strong, get him ready for vaccination and externalization procedure 0201.”

Hazzard could do nothing to move from his state. His vision still extremely blurry all he could do was watch.

“Hello X02, my name is Jake”

All of a sudden his vision was obscured. All of a sudden he was running…running down a dark corridor. The floor was wet and the walls were gray concrete, covered in some type of wet substance. Footsteps behind him, coming fast. He looked down at his hands they were bleeding and he was naked. Then all of a sudden he felt a sharp pain in his neck as he fell on his face. Paralyzed he couldn’t move, then suddenly he was falling… falling into nothing but there was no ground to fall to just floating in the air. In complete darkness.
Then a scream and there was nothing.

As the hummer hit a road bump Hazzard came out of his sleep and woke up. Three marines staring at him awkwardly.

“Jesus…” He muttered to himself “Another nightmare.”

For the past 4 hours Private Dermont and 3 other marines were accompanying Hazzard to his destinations. They were to ensure he of course did not run but more of a message that he was a priority to this mission. Right now they were on route to find Inferno. The marines were instructed to standby at a nearby extraction point just in case things got out of hand. Hazzard was informed that he was labeled dead upon his return from the botched up mission. His presence as a war-hero might call unwanted press or the unlikely assassin.

Private Dermont turned glanced in the rearview mirror obviously anxious to ask a legend some questions, but was instructed not to.

Lieutenant Ian Hollow was in charge of the safety of Hazzard during the round-up mission he and two other marines from his unit were called on and told this was a PRIMARY mission. Hollow was 190 pounds and 5’10 giving with a clean cut jaw-line almost matching Hazzards. L.T Hollow after joining the marines at age 18 was quickly promoted, at the age of 24 he was drafted to Marine Recon. After his commanding officer was killed during a ambush he was promoted to L.T and given the command position. Now at the age of 34 he was crisp and a very valuable asset to the quick response needs from the Syndicate. Hollow was wearing a not so standard uniform. Gray fatigues, new shoulder and chest plates made out of new material created by the syndicate. Light as leather but could stop any armor piercing round fired from over 100 Yards. The rest of his plates covered his lower leggings. His boots were standard issue. His chest plated vest added a inch to his already impressive body. Part of his chest protector covered his neck and rose a little higher in the back. He wore no helmet but it was sitting on the tip of his M-30 which was much like an M-16 Except although the magazine was a little bigger then the standard it held 50 9mm hollow point rounds. With a fire rate of 700 rounds a minute.
His men carried the same array of weapons except they had the signature nickel platted Berretta MKII. L.T Hollow carried a Desert Eagle-S14, or just DES. This modified Desert Eagle had a clip of 20 rounds. Even Hollows armor couldn’t stop a direct shot from this bad boy.

Sergeant Ronald Simons, and Sergeant Ivan Kinovi also very promising candidates for destruction. Each highly trained in unarmed combat with a very promising marksman score at the annual Core tournaments. Kinovi was a big spectacle of a man about 6’4 but not huge by any means he had a gruff unshaven jaw and light blue eyes.

Kinovi was smoking a cigarette as he stared at Hazzard sternly.

“Is true you big boys come from big glass tubes?” His Russian accent thick.

Hazzard returned the stare. “Actually I hear we come off assembly lines now.”

Kinovi shook his head. “No I mean you big X types, that get a clean road to Delta Force.”

Hazzard started to put on identical body armor. “Yes, they take us out before as soon as we are embryos and erase our DNA and put there own into it.”

Kinovi smirked as his head bobbled a little left and right from a small bump in the road. He was about to speak again but was interrupted by Private Dermont.

“We got 5 minutes until we get to the destination. Hazzard remember we will be at the Plaza Hotel 2 miles down call in if you need extraction on your Sun-Fire radio. Its attached to your Chest plates so all you need to do is press the first button on your belt.”

Hazzard put his earpiece in.

Sergeant Simons tries to hand Hazzard a helmet, but Hazzard just waves it off.

“I don’t think I’ll be needing it big guy.”

Simons shrugged as he put it back down and checked his clips.

[-=Legendary=-]

If someone could tell me the year during the last battle in heretics end.
AS my story takes place on the same timescale just in our solar system.

[-=Legendary=-]

The Last Arclite

Intermission-
A little explanation of society after the Great War.
Since the breakthrough of hybrids, the syndicate was immediately attacked for creating hybrids, moral issues came into play. When the syndicate won in court they began to mass produce simple hybrids. These hybrids were made from test tubes in assembly lines. First the vile was sent through DNA structure. Then the specimen was exchanged from vile into cryocell. The cryocell was then put in a batch. A batch is a cylinder like base with five cryocells each cryocell is about 10ft high and 5 ft wide. They are stacked by 4 on each batch. So in turn each batch has 20 specimens. There are many chambers which house over 100 batches. After about three weeks the specimen is fully grown. These hybrids in turn are then taken out of the batches and put back into the assembly lines. Each hybrid specimen is then given a chip into the brain, this chip does nothing more then give the hybrid simple functions and average knowledge. From then on each hybrid can develop differently depending on its owner or job. Each hybrid has a ID tag on the back of they’re necks. These hybrids are in turn then sold by the syndicate just as easily as you would by a shovel or plywood.
Hybrids are mainly used for free workforce and sometimes for security reasons. If hybrids disobey on more then three occasions they are then sent to one of several Prisons designed for hybrids in the U.S.
The U.S during the third world war lost much of its territory. Now only holding most of western and a little middle western of the formal united states. Europe was almost completely destroyed as a continent only fragments of France, Britain and Spain are left.
Corporations left the boundaries of the U.S to from there own laws and customs and now Black-Tech, Force Corp, and The syndicate constantly fight with each other to dominate what was once eastern U.S.
Although the U.S is still a superpower corporations like the Syndicate have adopted military programs almost exactly identical to that of the U.S armed forces, and so has the other corporations.
Black-Tech, founded shortly after the syndicate by John Black. At first a weapons design and manufacturer quickly evolved into a corporation when Black moved its HQ to Mars in Quadrant 22. Black-Tech owns Quadrants 20-33.Now currently developing Humanoid machines along with new weapons and of course, space ships.
The syndicate founded by many investors looking to rise as a superpower on earth moved its HQ to Mars Quadrant 3. Syndicate controls Quadrants 1-15.
Force Corp started by Ex U.S armed forces men as a way to combat the growing threat of corporate wars. On mars has no HQ but claims Quadrants 16-19.
Occasionally these corporations battle each other on mars without the means of nuclear weapons. As they have seen the destruction that has befallen Earth.

The U.S is less of the depiction it could have been. Now rebels have constant shoot outs and it’s not uncommon to see civilians wearing body armor and holstering weapons. Since the Great War, the corporations have seen weakness in countries and now that the U.S is the only strong representative as a nation the corporations are seeking to eradicate even that. The only “States” left with actual civilized manners are parts of California, Nevada and Arizona. The other western states are constantly in riots and refuse to be governed by a corrupt government.

The Terrans are less of a government as they are NASA and Air force officials. Currently the rings around Earth is used for all Terran means and completely self efficient.

Now that the creation of Hybrids is over lets talk a little bit about there structure. Hybrids all have Denser muscle tissue but it weighs a lot less. For every pound they weigh they can lift another 10. This is just for commercial Hybrids though. A hybrid immune system is almost completely perfect. If the Virus does not kill the hybrid within the first 12 hours then the hybrid will ultimately create a anti-body to it thus elimination the virus. The complexity of the hybrids immune system comes directly from its brain. In creation the hybrid is given use of 25.4% of its brain at a time. It was a misconception in the 21st century that humans only used 10% of there brains, although it use true that we only use 10% of our brain at a time. With more efficient nervous signals being sent to the brain the hybrid in turn was able to adapt far faster to the virus threat then any medication could give.

So where does the hybrid get all this energy?
The answer is simple, an average hybrid consumes 10,000 calories a day. All hybrids are given Nitrate D-5. A serum devised by the syndicate for vast quantities of strength. A vile about 4 inches in height and 1 inch in width with a bluish looking thick liquid. In theory a human could take such a serum for the same effects of a overpowered adrenalin rush. Although there is a high chance this would cause heart failure almost instantly. These are class D hybrids. Used for commercial purposes.

Class A-C hybrids are used for military reasons and of course as you would guess are much more structurally sophisticated then the average hybrid.

This of course I will leave for you to realize.

[The_Hypo]

Nice bit of background info there, so Earth isnt quite the jewel she once was eh?

Also X3 is set 2 years after X2 so that makes it 766 in x-time and 2936 in earth time. HTH

Bye

[-=Legendary=-]

The Last Arclite


Chapter 4 The Hunters

Explanation- Although its almost the year 3000, technology didn’t improve as you would have hoped. Although a lot of breakthroughs such as curing cancer and aids occurred nothing like time travel was achieved. Cars now run completely on three hydrogen cells the size of a 12oz can of soda. Cars only changed in the sense that they now use different metals, car fatalities are almost gone and top speeds have changed considerably.


Rostville, Oregon
1400 Hours

The Sleek Silver Hummer went down the road at a steady pace. A little longer then most hummers, due to the fact it had enough room in the back for eight people four seats facing each other on either side. Only four of these seats were actually being used at the moment though.

As they were driving something came to Hazzard’s mind. He opened the folder he had been given earlier. There it was.

X12 B Smoke Active

Hazzard looked up at Hollow.

“Why wasn’t I given any information on Smoke it says here he is still alive?”

Hollow took the folder and skimmed it after looking at it a few times he came to a blue sheet of paper, pulled it out and handed it to Hazzard.

“The information was in here you just didn’t look hard enough.” Hollow grinned.

Hazzard looked over the blue sheet. There was a few close up pictures taken of him leaving a hotel. Turns out, smoke is a fighter in the Arena down in Denton Florida. The reason for the blue sheet is because he earned his freedom from the syndicate and they promised to lock all information about his whereabouts. It probably didn’t help much that he was a prized Arena fighter.

“He will be the second stop, maybe he knows where Crow and Tribe are, Tribe… its been a long time.”

92 Years ago
Syndicate training base
Virginia

For the past 13 hours we have been under extensive UC-Training (unarmed Combat). At first it was easy, but then the bastards starting throwing in bears and lions at us one by one. To build up our primal instincts they said, now I am starting to feel my predatory instincts coming into play. Hazzard is having a hard time dealing with the new therions that they manufactured. I barely made it through the last one, these therions are hard to deal with especially with those blades on there elbows that keep us from getting behind.
Overdose is barely beating my time and score, I am in second then comes Hazzard and then Axraid. All the others got eliminated early on, and Axraid is about to-.

ELIMINATED

The therions retreated and four men came in to pick up Axraid. He was coughing blood and had gashes all over his body.

A voice came on the intercom

“Tribe take your position.”

Tribe stood up and began to walk down from the box, Hazzard looked up at him trying to tend to his bleeding right arm. Overdose was just breathing a little hard. Tribe entered the middle of the bloody pentagon looking arena, there were four gates which lead to blackness on four separate corners. There was a quick silence then the intercom came on again.

“Overdose enter the arena.”

Overdose smiled and got up and slowly walked down into the arena. By genetic standards Overdose was stronger much, much stronger. Overdose got his call sign for having an overpowering amount of hybrid rush, which is a hybrid equivalent to that of adrenaline. Overdose was a raw killer, but so was tribe his specialty was unarmed combat and blades, with Aztec features. Hence his call sign “Tribe” really fast even to hybrid standards Tribe was not to be taken lightly.

By the time Overdose reached the opposite side of Tribe his wounds had begun to heal and he wiped the blood of his body with a less bloody rag. The sight made for a great looking showdown. Both only wearing tattered looking martial arts pants. Tribes Gray and Overdoses Black.

You have Overdose at about 6’2 weighing about 210lbs. Massive chest and biceps heavy looking neck and heavy set features. His gray eyes emotionless staring at Tribe. Overdose had short Black hair, it was straight and for some reason stood spiked. He was a tanned color. He stood with his arms up and ready to fight his palms slightly opened.

Tribe standing at 6’0 also completely ripped weighing at a less 190, although he looked just as big he was slightly thinner. His hair was in a short Mohawk his hair was also Jet black, common among hybrids. Tribe was in a different fighting stance with his left arm out and hand opened and his right arm closed in front of his chest. Staring straight through Overdoses gray eyes with his own incredibly dark brown eyes, masking his pupils even in the light.

Hazzard perched himself upright he knew this was going to be good. The intercom came on again.

“First to fall on his back loses first round, go.”

Instantly Overdose jumped into a leap trying to crash tackle Tribe. Tribe in one fluent motion side stepped and turned a elbow into overdose’s neck. Tribe without missing a beat took another step and turned doing a roundhouse kick. Overdose already recovered from the blow just brushed it with his left arm and used Tribes own momentum to kick his feet from under him. Overdose was still holding onto Tribes leg at this point so Tribe just did a back flip kicking Overdose in the face in the process. Now Tribe lay flat on his stomach as Overdose was still looking up from the kick Tribe pushed himself up only to see a fist flying straight for him. Another sidestep Tribe grabbed it with his left hand and coiled his right arm under it and pushing up with massive force breaking Overdose’s elbow instantly. Using that momentum Tribe turned so that now Overdose’s painful expression was leaning on his back and Tribe elbowed Overdose a few times until he did another turn and landed a painful blow with both his palms into the middle of Overdoses chest. Then Overdose’s adrenaline came into play. In the time it took for Overdose to cough the blood and hit the ground, the adrenaline had already circulated through his whole body.

Tribe knew it was going to happen but a little to late, he was already in the middle of his last punch. Overdose completely shook off all the pain as he grabbed Tribes fist with his left hand. As he extended his right arm forcefully putting it back into place, he didn’t even flinch. So Tribe instinctively put his right foot next to Overdoses feet.

The first step of close combat was to get leverage.

Instantly Overdose and Tribe exchanged a serious off moves neither damaging nor pleasant each just trying to get leverage on the other. It was Overdose who got it first. He had Tribes neck and arm. Instantly he kicked Tribe feet from under him again this time though he had his arm. As tribe went down Overdose slammed his right foot into Tribes neck as he hit the ground.

Rostville, Oregon
1403 Hours

Private Tyler Dermont slowed the Hummer to a halt.

Hollow quickly got out and glanced at the buildings surroundings. There were merchants guarding there stands everywhere. A lot of civilians even though each was probably holstering a weapon or two. After a few more glances at the surrounding buildings he noticed nothing out of the ordinary.

“Okay Hazzard, I am changing this up I am going to have Sergeant Simons escort you. While Kinovi and I stay with the hummer across in the parking lot.”

He pointed across the street there were a few cars parked there. He then handed Hazzard a Desert Eagle S-14, a M-30, and some 2 clips for each.

“If things get out of hand go through the back and we will pick you up from there if that’s compromised then just contact me while you are on the run. Are we clear?”

“Yes Lieutenant.” And with that Hazzard got out of the hummer and stepped through the door weapons holstered, he felt like he was in Cuba all over again.

Mars
Quadrant 24
Black-Tech Compound
1410 Hours

Ghost clicked the intercom inside his room.

“I got some dead training hybrids in training room 14 get to it.”

Ghost after preparation now looked like one scary guy. He was dressed completely in black even his neck was covered in black. He was wearing Shadow MKIII, the newest in dark armor.

Made out of synthetic fibers found on mars it can stop 9mm bullets with ease and slows most bigger rounds to the point were it is just a flesh wound. Made by Black-Tech, it covers the wearer’s shoulders, elbows and wrists with “soft metal”. A substance found on mars. Which is tough like metal but does not cling when hit, although when mixed in water it rings uncontrollably. The full head helmet is black also. With a black lens and a gas mask apparatus. The helmet all but impenetrable, except for blades and large caliber weapons. His side holsters held two silenced R-Glocks, a 9mm caliber weapon with three round burst ability it held 24 rounds. He had many clips in reserve. The most eye drawing thing though was his two blades.

Both made out of black metal they were almost five feet long. Stronger then diamonds these swords were only forged for the most deadly of swordsmen. Or stolen by the greatest thieves.

In Ghosts case, he fought someone unarmed while the other brandished this rare sword. For the second he got through the dojo and got passed the bodyguards and suffocated the unlucky warrior. After breaking his spinal cord so that he couldn’t move.

Ghost walked through the corridors of the busy compound and got to the docking bay, he was to follow the target through the gate and eliminate by all means necessary. Black-Tech could not allow Hazzard to remain alive if they were to gain control of this new sector.

[-=Legendary=-]

The Last Arclite

Chapter 4 Part 2 The Hunters

Sergeant Simons and Hazzard strode towards the main gate of the gun store. Simons opened the door first and began to walk in, as Hazzard stole a glance to his right. He was being watched awkwardly by a group of people. They wore ragged clothing and had visible weapons at their sides. Hazzard thought nothing of it and walked inside. He never saw one of the men in rags put his hand to his ear and say something into his neck bandanna.

A small creek and the door opened revealing the inside of “Guns of War”. The walls we’re lined with all sorts of weapons some even dating to the 21st century in the middle of this big room were twelve racks each stretching vertically about 60ft. Some of these racks held grenades, charges, knives, combat webbing, Kevlar vests. Anything and everything that at some point had proved useful in wartime or battles. Something caught Hazzard’s eye out of the assortment of impressive weapons and tools. Something very familiar and issued to only top priority soldiers in the Syndicate ranks.

It was Titan Power Armor, currently some of the most advanced piece of armor that has ever been manufactured by man. The Titan Power Armor is made up of flexible titanium, with inbuilt hydraulic features that power its internal properties. The Titan Power Armor has an inbuilt air purifier, stand alone communication frequency. Sound and strength amplification along with a pain killing needle which is inserted into the shoulders when the suits integrity is compromised. The helmets came in one or two visor assortments and the mouthpiece was somewhat custom for each wearer.

The suit was made up of 6 different parts. One torso, one helmet, two arm pieces, and two leg pieces, Each connected to each other by preset patterns, each another piece of the puzzle in other words.

The suit was red and white and had the word INFERNO marked on the right shoulder plate.

The suit was powered by 6 Hydrogen fuel cells. Although the suit only needed 5 one was a spare. These cells were placed on the back towards the neck area of the suit. Rumor had it that another Power Armor was under development but the syndicate had yet to release such information.

Simons slowly walked towards the counter and saw that paperwork had been disturbed. Something in Simons mind just told him that this wasn’t right. He gestured for Hazzard to go into tactical mode. Hazzard nodded and they both quietly made their way to the back door. When they heard voices in the backroom.

Hazzard made to open the door when he heard a *BLAM*. Simons looked at Hazzard and they kicked down the door guns up, at the wrong place at the wrong time.

No sooner had they kicked down the door then the walls around them were assaulted by heavy fire. Hazzard dashed behind some storage crates near the door and narrowly avoided having his head blown off.

Simons unlike Hazzard had a slower reaction time to this. Instantly Simons head exploded in a fountain of blood and his body went limp and slammed back into the main room through the open door.

“Damn it!” Hazzard screamed. He pulled up his M-30 and looked over the crates, and what he saw stopped him in his tracks for a full second.

It was Inferno, lying face down in a pool of his own blood with a hole in the side of his head. He was wearing normal civilian clothes obviously not ready for what had happened to him.

The backroom was a storage room. Near the door where Hazzard and the now dead Simons had come in was a few stacks of crates. Then towards the middle of the storage room were a few big metal shelves the kind that looked like tall rectangular tables stacked on each other. Behind these however in tactical positions were six men.

Six fully armed and fully battle dressed Black-Tech Special Forces team. They all had on identical half face gas masks and all held some type of colt automatic rifles. They had gray and brown battle fatigues on, similar to Hazzard’s.

They were arrayed in a rectangle formation with two in the back outside of the storage room, two on both sides taking cover behind crates and two more towards the front closest to Hazzard.

Hazzard got on his throat microphone. “Hollow! This is Hazzard, Simons is down! I repeat Simons is down under heavy fire request immediate support.”

Nothing

“Hollow! Are you there do you read me!”

Nothing, then he heard it. “Ha-….fire- go t-” the transmission ended.

Little did Hazzard know that Hollow was fighting a battle of his own.

In almost a instant Hazzard fully assessed the situation and went into action.

He got up in the line of fire and took a few steps towards the door and then surprisingly turned back disappearing into the crates again.

The lead man that was rushing Hazzard now had his gun aimed at the opening space between sets of crates where he expected Hazzard’s head to appear in any moment.

He never even got a shot off, because in the next moment Hazzard was sliding on his side head first and hit the soldier twice in the chest penetrating his armor and sending sprays of blood upwards with his S-14. The specialized bullets exploded creating a hole the side of a watermelon, then still sliding into cover again in the crates.

Outside was a whole different story. Only a minute or two had passed when Hollow and Kinovi had taken positions outside of the Humvee when they were assaulted by automatic gunfire from the west the opposite of the merchant gathering place to the east. Hollow and Kinovi had been lucky enough to be on the right side of the Humvee when the fire started. Private Tyler Dermont was not so lucky. He took a massive amount of fire which made his body almost unrecognizable. When Hollow heard a voice.

“Holl-…do you rea-“It was Hazzard

Hollow clicked his belt and spoke “Hazzard we are under fire, we cannot extract I repeat! We can not extract! We will come to you!”

“I hate American streets always with the shooting why so much!” Kinovi yelled over the gunfire.

Hollow managed to smile. “We have to get Hazzard out of there! How many are there!”

Kinovi leaned over towards the back of the hummer and pulled out something from his chest pocket and pulled down his visor on the mask. Revealing a video image of what the little device he just pulled out saw. It was a small device it looked like a skinny baton with a black bulb at the end. He curved it and put it on the hood of the Humvee so that the little camera was pointing towards the gunfire.

On his visor screen he saw them.

Kinovi yelled to Hollow “I see fourteen all on the roof.”

“Okay this is what we’re going to do.”

But that was all he got to say when on the east side from the merchant area more gunfire erupted. And suddenly the ground around the Humvee was no longer being scorched by gunfire. Hollow and Kinovi looked and saw that a group of people in ragged clothing at started shooting at there assailants on the roof.

“This is our chance!” Hollow yelled

And with that they both sprinted across the gunfire through the parking lot and then the street all the way being followed by a stray of bullets from the roof assailants.

The mob of people were slaughtered by numbers. Twenty of them had to have gone down as the roof assailants had real training in combat. Twelve of the fourteen men made there way down the ladder while two stayed behind to cover there escape from the mob.

Hollow and Kinovi both made it into the Gun store and they were already running through guns up when they heard the gunfire in the backroom. As Hollow ran towards the back he saw Simons slumped and lifeless body, and his grotesque head.

Hazzard peeked over only to have the crate next to him be ripped to shreds. He moved again even farther away from the door behind another set of crates as he fired his S-14 to cover himself one nailing one of the soldiers in the shoulder plate, but the shoulder plate was bigger then his shoulder so it just went right through technically missing its mark but making the soldier recoil back just a little.

*BLAM* *BLAM* *BLAM* three Black-Tech SF soldiers down. Hazzard looked up for the source of the gunfire only to see Kinovi and Hollow charging in with smoking guns.

That left two more Black-Tech Special Forces soldiers outside, they knew they were outnumbered so they started to run away down the alley.

Hazzard got out of his cover behind the crates and ran out the back storage room into the alley. Right away he recoiled as he took three shots in the chest making him jolt awkwardly until he regained his foothold. His armor protected him from the weak 9mm firepower so he lifted his M-30 and looked through its scope.

They were probably at 300 yards…*BLAM* *BLAM* both down.

Hazzard lowered his gun and without looking spoke to Hollow. “Glad to see you guys, but we have a problem.”

Kinovi popped a fresh clip into his M-30. “We have more friends.” He said blankly in his Russian accent as twelve men dressed in the same type of fatigues came into view farther down the alley were the other two were trying to get to. Immediately letting a brutal assault of firepower on the three soldiers.


Sector 1
1430 hours

It was desolate. It looked like the desert went on forever, off in the south outlines of walls could be seen. To the north, east and west nothing. From a aerial view it looked like the Nevada desert, except with less shrubs growing out of random places. However in the middle of the scene was smoke and figures surrounding it.

There were five of them in total. They all had spikes that swerved in random directions like hair on the top of their heads. They had similar looking spikes swerving out of their elbows and one of them had a set of spikes on the lining of its shoulders along with a tribal looking symbol on his chest.

Strangely they had no mouths or nose. They stood erect like humans they even had a set of 5 fingered hands. They were very large all about 6ft tall and each at about 240 pounds. Not at all heavy, just very muscular, they wore rags around there mid section and one had a shoulder plate with spikes coming out of it. They’re faces were hard and tough looking with a small slant at the brow and then dramatically turning downwards. The ears just wide open holes on the side of their heads. Their skin was a white and gray combination it was smooth and shinny.

Each had a bladed weapon of some type, some were long and sharp others thick and dull each different but the same in the fact that they were made of black metal.

A small set of three holes where an Adams apple would normally be. This was how they communicated since they had no mouths.

They were Arclites, and they had once again witnessed the amazing display of fire and light. As some unknown ship flew through the great gate and burst into flames until it crashed into the plains. They were on patrol and looking for the wild Kunta that fed off the wild shrubs that grew in rarity in the plains.

This time however the Tech Arclites did not get to this one, a few days ago another fireball had come through the great gate but closer to the Empire where the Tech Arclites resided and was taken before the Tribal Arclites could even get to it.

They spoke with a echo like tone, deep although calming.

The Arclite with the shoulder plate spoke to the other four. Its name was Lorn

“Take the stranger and bring it to Xander, remove its plates.” He was referring to Overdose’s Power Armor.

Overdose looked up at Lorn and managed to say something “Get your hands off of me…” as he feebly brushed off the Arclites trying to pick him up.

Lorn walked towards Overdose and spoke. “Judgment is upon us brothers…”

Then without warning he punched Overdose straight in the jaw knocking him out.

And with that one of the smaller Arclites picked up Hazzard and they ran to the west. Incredibly fast for a two legged creature, probably 20 to 25 MPH easily. And they ran off into the horizon.

1430 hours
Florida
Black-Tech compound.

It was beautiful, the compound was high and surrounded by a long chain linked fence. Twelve granary like chambers rising up towards the sides of the compound. The compound itself rose maybe 100 feet. It was 15 stories, with pipes running down the length of the walls. Sleek black windows all around. Three identical looking waste pipes that let out the fumes of its production. A helicopter pad on the top of the compound for priority landing and shipments.

5...4…3…2…1…*Beep*. The whole complex exploded instantly in a big puff mushroom cloud sending giant car sized pieces of metal in all directions landing hundreds of yards away. Each of the twelve granary like chambers exploded simultaneously thundering the earth as each violently rocketed outwards in a beautiful display of destruction.

Then a wide open road just opened right out of the ground a little ways from the main compound revealing eight sleek Scout Hummers. Each carrying a box on its own platform the steel box itself about 30ft wide and 10ft in height. They raced across the barren plain towards a out of place looking barricade.

The barricade was made out of trenches and sandbags. Positioned inside these trenches were 50 marines. Amongst these marines was Captain Max “Z” Zehaven Delta Force. Only a few minutes ago he and his seven man team went inside the Black-Tech compound undetected as the other 50 marines set up a barricade two miles south of the compound.

Captain Max “Z” Zehaven standing at 5’11 somewhat lean and muscular he wore rags over his mouth that covered his chiseled jaw line along with a bandanna around his little longer then normal hair for a delta boy. He has dark brown eyes although at the moment he wore sleek black sunglasses. He looked like a real bad “A.” With his desert combat fatigues and his Commando Tactical Rifle at his side. Along with a combat knife on his chest near grenades propped securely on a combat chest belt. He also had two custom made Desert Eagles at his side.

Z and his team had infiltrated undetected and set up explosives at this robot manufacturing facility rumored to be housing 100 brand new prototype Thade models. This could prove to be very upsetting in the Syndicates process of trying to gain control of the robot core business, and of course turning the tide of the corporate war.

With no other solution the Syndicate sent in Squad Silence, with Z as its current commander. Silence was a notorious squad rumored to have single handedly fended off a 200 man mercenary ambush in the tropics of the panama. Silence had eight members.

Captain Max “Z” Zehaven, Second Lieutenant Jason “Burst” Hunter, Second Lieutenant Brad “Wolf” Hunter, Second Lieutenant Derek “Cross” Stone, First Lieutenant Ryan “Echo” O’Neil, Second Lieutenant David “Splint” Burstein and finally Second Lieutenant Norman “Twitch” white. These were the best of the best that the syndicate had trained.

Z came over the head mics on all of Silence’s headsets.

“Burst meet me at the front of the barricade, everyone else secure the extraction point on the other end.”

Z made his way to the front of the barricade and pulled a pair of video binoculars to his eyes. And saw the convoy of Hummers coming in towards the barricade.

A shaky marine was crouched next to him with his M-30 shaking as he tried desperately to keep calm.

Z glanced down at him “Don’t worry, just aim breath and fire and you’ll be fine”

The nervous marine nodded “Yes, sir”

Burst came up from behind “What’s the TA, Z?”

TA stood for Tactical Approach.

“It looks to me like they have a surprise for us, are the Therions in place?”

“Yea there behind the second trench waiting to be deployed”

“Okay good, this is going to be a bit of a nut buster, lock and load.” Z said as he put on his helmet and visor.

[The_Hypo]

Nice, cant wait for the next bit

Also I think you mean 6ft not 60ft here:

The walls we’re lined with all sorts of weapons some even dating to the 21st century in the middle of this big room were twelve racks each stretching vertically about 60ft.

Bye

[-=Legendary=-]

Oh crap, well I did mean 60 but I also ment horizontal. And yes 6ft vertically lol thanks hypo