DISCLAIMER:

I do not own 'Leviathan', 'Behemoth', 'Goliath', or any part of the 'Leviathan series' in part or in whole. However, I do own Deryn Sharp IV (technically?) and most (if not all) of the characters in this story. I'll state at the beginning of a chapter if I do not own a particular character/idea in that chapter.
Rated T for language and violence. Rating may change depending on how violent I decide to make this fic.

Basically, I got the idea for this fic whilst playing Call of Duty MW3 shortly after finishing Goliath. I thought, "Whoa. WWIII, Leviathan style...AWESOME!". But then I realized: 90 years after Leviathan, Clanker technology would have evolved far past Darwinist fabrications. You can make an airplane faster and more deadly - not so much with a giant flying whale. I figured that by the 21st century, the Darwinist militaries would have either had to abandon their fabricated creatures in the interest of national security, or merge them with Clanker technology. So I settled for the latter, because I just love fighting bears and kappa. I've included several of my own fabrications in this story as well. I was considering making this a 'Call of Duty'\'Leviathan' cross-over, because of the overall theme (a revolution in Russia leads to WWIII), but abandoned that because there are so many story elements that are different, and there aren't any CoD characters (intentionally) included in the story. I apologize if I accidentally include a Brit named 'first name Price'. It's a nice, common name, so don't call foul please.
Keep in mind that this chapter merely serves as an introduction to this new 'modern version' of the Leviathan world, and the characters within it.

Now, thank you for reading the above paragraph, enjoy the story, and review please! My comrade Mikmo lives on them. You don't want to kill a young Lithuanian boy...do you?

Deryn Sharp the Fourth yawned as her instructor droned on about the 'obsolescence of two-legged war machines and air beasts on the modern battlefield'.

You see, following the Sharp family tradition, Deryn had joined the Royal Air Force. Ever since her great-great-Grandmother Deryn Sharp the First had illegally joined Her Majesty's Royal Air Navy during World War One, and eventually married the Austro-Hungarian prince Aleksander Ferdinand (though her grandmother still told stories about how her grandfather always argued that nobles didn't really have a last name), every Sharp girl had joined the RAF. Coincidentally, all Sharp children that came from the Sharp-Ferdinand line were female, for the last 100 years. That chain had been broken when Deryn Sharp IV's younger brother Conner Sharp had been born, though.

Now, in 2013, the enlistment age for the RAF had been lowered to 16. Deryn's father had refused to allow her to enlist in 2015, though she was the required 16 years of age, and surpassed the physical requirements to join even more so than several of the boys she saw around her. In response, her mother (Deryn Sharp the Third) had promptly packed a bag for her daughter and had bought several fake papers for her. She was now 'Robin MacAlister' from Aberdeen, Scotland. After a quick forging of her father's signature, the Sharp family tradition had been saved!

Unfortunately, enlistees under the age of 18 had to take mandatory schooling. One of the classes she was required to take 'Military History', in addition to 'Algebra', 'Physical Science', and other unbearably boring subjects. It was mostly talking about the decline of fabricated animals and walkers over the course of the 20th century. By the end of WWII, 40% of the world's Darwinist militaries had adopted tracked vehicles such as tanks as their main offensive weapon, and by 1960, 80% of the world's militaries were primarily 'mechanical'. Meanwhile, the Clankers lasted a bit longer. The last known use of a 'walker' in combat was in the 1990s, during the Gulf War (by the Iraqi Republican Guard), and the last known landship in the world had been scrapped in 2002, as they simply weren't practical anymore.
"Now." the teacher finished, turning from the smart-board to face his class. "Is everyone ready for their final?"
A groan escaped Deryn's lips.

Junior Sergeant (Corporal) Mikhail Artemida Sukhodolskaia sighed as he looked out at the Mongolian steppes from the guard tower of Mongoliya Kremlin, which stood on the northeast border of Mongolia and Russia. He stared through the scope of his Dragunov sniper rifle, scanning the border.
"Why do we even have to do this?" Mikhail's spotter, Private Andrik Nikolaev moaned in Russian, "It's not like we're expecting an attack from the Mongolians!"
"I don't know, comrade..." Mikhail answered, "We just need to be vigilant..."
"Why? Are the Chinese going to tear through Mongolia and attack us?"
"Maybe. If we play our cards right."
"What?"
"Nothing, comrade..."
Mikhail was a soft-spoken boy most of the time, at the age of 16. He had joined the Russian Airborne Troops after his father, a talented Spetsnaz, had died fighting Chechen rebels. His mother was moderately ill most of the time, and his little sister Lili was prone to seizures, which led to expensive hospital bills. He sighed once more, glancing over his shoulder at his clueless friend. "Soon..." he said quietly. "Mother Russia shall rise again."