Author's Note:
Hey guys, this is my first fanfic, so I hope you guys will enjoy it. I may be able to answer your comments, depending on if I'm available to answer or not. Also, bear with me that it takes awhile for me to upload the next chapter, I am very new to doing this and I need time to have my brain come up with some ideas for this story and other stories I may have in mind as well (it's also because I have a life and school to finish up and those keep me busy at times). I hope you guys understand and enjoy.
Also, huge shout-out to my best and loyal friend (and senpai) MioAkiyama1298 for the inspiration and influence on me (P.S. I admire her work and it got me wanting to start writing stories as well). I hope mine will stand out on the other fanfics that are out there. Also, one last thing, all credits from a few lines by some characters (and character usage) go to Sony, JapanStudio, Shift, and Dimps Digital Innovation (if I missed anymore, im sorry), the creators of the game Freedom Wars. Thank you and let's get started ;)
This is a Freedom War fanfic starring my character that I created from the game, but it doesn't follow the concept of the story. This story happens at a much later time, where much of the war for resources have gotten worse. Panopticons have built stronger abductors, better weapons, and the war for resources has gotten worse as the days go by. More sinners have been recruited at the age of 15 and up by the order of the OPS. Echo Jagger-Zenobia (let's just call him Echo), worked as a sinner for a long time, longer than you expect. He still has to work off his million years, and it sucked for him because he would get into trouble and get wrongfully blamed for it. Little did he know that one day his whole life as a sinner would be over soon, but with that happening comes a price. What is the price? Will he finally be free from this everlasting war? Or is this a trap? If you wish to know, then you must read to find out...(P.S. I will be using some real location and stuff to make it look kinda realistic, so yeah :P)
Without anymore delay, here we go. I'm sorry for the long ass note, I'm just really nervous and excited to get started on this. Besides, this can help me find myself, since I'm doing that...I have no idea if that made sense XDD. (P.S. I know the things that I say isn't true, it's just what my creativity wants to flow with.)
MioAkiyama1298 here, hope you enjoy this fanfic! He put a lot of work with this and I helped revise as well! ;) xP
"Imagine, if you will, a single loaf of bread...Now imagine that it is given to two starving men...
Do they share it?
Or do they fight to have it all for themselves?Of course, with two men, the possibilities are limited.
One of them eats, or both of them eat.
Or perhaps neither of them eat...
But imagine for a moment that there are two nations, each of them home to a hundred starving men...
This time you have a hundred loaves – or shall we say a hundred sheaves of wheat...
Two countries in the grip of famine, and not enough wheat to share between them...
Can you imagine what happens next?
Let me tell you..."
Uwe "Sakamoto" Cabrera
PT Era 102014
Chapter 1: Rookie
Year: 132014 PT
Time: 18:25
Location: Somewhere near the Mississippi River
2nd Squadron Charlie 8
"Charlie 8, this is Seagull, we're nearing the wasteland, eta 10 minutes. Standby."
"Hey, Echo... Wake up, we're almost there,"
"Ugh..." I sat up, tired and sleepy. How long was I out for?
Whatever, I'm awake now, that's what really matters. I looked around and saw my teammates, along with their Accessories as well. You know, it kinda makes you smile when you're hanging out with people you know and trust. I hear the noise of our dropship taking us to our location.
Yep, just another day of this war. I took out my PRP (Personal Responsibility Portal) to check on my sentence. On the top right, it read,
"Total Sentence: 610,250 Years."
Great. I hope this mission is worth it. I began prepping my Will'O Box, making sure I had the right equipment.
"Hey rookie, how'd you sleep?" a guy with red spiky punk hair asked.
We called him Razz. He plays around too much, especially when I'm sleeping. Fucking jerk.
"I'm fine Razz, just needed some shut eye..."
Snickering, he responded, "Yeah, it must've felt good."
Gah, he's so annoying. Razz seems to like picking on me just because I'm still a rookie. I'm only 15, give me a break.
I sighed. I can't believe the OPS (Office of Peace and Stability) is getting 15 year olds into this...
"Hey, cool it and focus on our objective. You're already on thin ice as it is," said a man with an earpiece, a fedora, and a small knife necklace.
That's Phillip, but we call him Demo because he's, well, our demolition man. He's also a great teacher. He's the one who taught me how to handle my gun and how to improve its performance. He's also keeps Razz in line as well.
"Whatever, Phil..." Razz said with annoyance.
Our objective was to eliminate an MK3 Fire-Resistant Abductor. I've seen Abductors before. They're huge, monstrous-like machines that take resources and citizens from other Panopticons. I'll be honest, before I was recruited, I used to have nightmares about Abductors. But after a few years of doing these missions, I think I outgrew my fear of them. I kinda miss the old days though...
Well, the days I remember anyways. Like hell, if I were to live out my own life, I would be...
"You seem to be having another abstraction," said a female, robotic voice beside me.
I turned towards my Accessory. I called her Sierra. I had her made to resemble an old friend of mine, who was once a sinner. Why can't I remember her name though...
"It's called daydreaming, Sierra."
I hear a single beep noise from her, "This conversation has made me vague."
"Heh, you sure are something aren't you?"
Another beep, "Unnecessary conversation is a violation of the People's Charter. Your sentence has been extended."
I hear a low alarm from my PRP. I took it out and saw 250 more years was added to my sentence. Great.
I glared at my Accessory, but my anger quickly faded. Well, that was kinda my fault. I still have a lot to learn. I know it's her job to keep me in line but I wish she were more... sociable. I know she's just a robot and all but still...
I hear a door open from the pilot room. I look up and saw a bald man with sunglasses, a beret, and a cigar in his mouth. We called him Captain Dean, or Bullseye. Everyone calls him that because he never misses his shots. He also told me that apparently I'm "somewhat special" so I'm guessing that means he's gonna be expecting a lot out of me.
"Alright squad, listen up," he said, his voice low and formal. "The OPS has assigned us to take out a Fire-Type Abductor."
"Psh, not like we read the operation before we took off." Razz said, waving his hand dismissively.
"Hey, can it Razz. The Cap's speaking," Demo said, irritated by him.
"Thank you, Demo." The Captain continued, "Now listen up team, our target's a Mark 3 so make sure you watch yourselves out there."
He took out his PRP and shows us widen map that looked kinda like a battle layout simulator.
"Our intel suggests that it will be located somewhere around here," he points to an abandoned town, "we're gonna need flashbangs, sticky bombs, as well as some debilitators to weaken its defense. Demo, make sure everyone has that."
"Roger that, Captain," Demo said. He reached into his Will'O Box and handed out some of his inventory to the rest of the squad.
Captain looks at Razz, "Razz, we're gonna need a decoy mine in order to ambush it."
"Way ahead of you, Cap." Razz said patting his Will'O Box with a huge grin.
The Captain turned to me and sighed. "Echo, I'm gonna need you to stay close to me. You had one too many close calls and I can't risk that."
I looked at him, confused. "But sir..."
"No buts, we need you alive Echo."
I sighed, "Understood Captain."
"You know, I heard rumors that the OPS is gonna get rid of the Accessories."
"Really?" I responded.
"Yeah, apparently they take too much to maintain and people don't wanna go through the trouble since they're just letting them get destroyed anyways."
"That's crazy."
"Yeah. Good news is that if they do get rid them, they're going to be doing an inspection on every sinner's Accessory. If you pass inspection, you get to keep your Accessory, and have access to whatever you want it to do. If you fail, they'll trash it and give you with a security headset. From what I heard it's more strict."
"Security headset? You mean the headsets the OPS Accessories wear?"
"That's right, though I don't think you have anything to worry about since you're pretty much the only person in this squad who still actually has one."
I nodded "Mm."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a necklace with a cross on it. "Here," He held it out for me to take, "I want you to have this."
I took it. I noticed the cross had a small writing on it and squinted to read it. "Semper Fidelis?"
"It means 'Forever Faithful'." he said with a smile.
"I... I can't take this." I tried to hand it back to him, but he refused.
"I held that for a long time, and now it's time for someone else to have it."
I opened my mouth, but closed it afterwards. I nodded and put the necklace in my jacket pocket.
I heard some static and the intercom came on, "Charlie 8, we're nearing the target location."
"Roger that, Seagull. Charlie 8 out." Captain said. "ALRIGHT SQUAD, PREPARE TO ENGAGE."
I looked at my left arm, wrapped up in my Bind Thorn and clenched my hand into a fist. I took out my EZ Katze I SMG from the Will'O Box and made sure that it was fully loaded, which it was, thank god. I then swiped my right hand holding the gun to switch out to my Murasame MK9 knife. I looked at the blade to make sure it was in perfect condition. The blade glimmered a bit from the light and I saw my reflection in it. I transferred my Murasame to my left hand and retrieved an AAW-M2 RPG and handed it to Sierra.
"Here, we're about to begin."
"Roger that," she responded after two beeps, taking it from me.
The Captain saw me ready and nodded his head. We all went to the doorway and waited for it to open. A hissing noise came from the door, as it slowly started to open up.