A story? You sure, boss?
Yeah.
All righty then, me and M-
Stop that sentence. They'll know soon enough.
Now then…
Let's get to work.
CH-1: Enter the Future
[Cue music: Godzilla VS Biollante: Requiem]
2014:
The Second Xillian Invasion occurs. With the help of the long-established Organization M and Earth Union, Earth was able to repel the Xillians after several weeks of fierce and sometimes one-sided fighting. Many believe that if it weren't for the efforts of the Kaiser known as Ozaki, Earth very well could have fallen.
2020:
Reparations in the aftermath of the invasion are complete. Due to the amount of military and civilian hardware lost, it drove some countries to the edge of bankruptcy.
The Rumbling and its sister ships, along with the original flying battleship Atragon, were rebuilt using Xillian technology and human ingenuity. These ships, along with the recently revived Super X, Super XII, and Super XIII were pressed into service as defense versus both kaiju and other invaders, terrestrial or otherwise.
2022:
The Seatopians launch an attack on the now completely rebuilt human world, their god Megalon as their spearhead. Their god was quickly defeated by the "Big G", with Atragon acting as long range fire support, and the Seatopians surrendered quickly afterwards, not wanting to lose the center of their entire culture.
2030:
Humanity establishes a colony on Mars, launching from a lunar base established in the 90's. Using a mixture of Terran (Surface Dwellers, according to Mu), Xillian, Mu, and Seatopian technology, they quickly spread outwards using FTL drives and terraforming technology, colonizing every single semi-habitable world for the next 10 decades.
The Seatopians and the Mu are willingly folded into the Earth Union, with both factions being very cooperative, considering their past with the surface dwellers. Terrans are wary of their new-found allies, but this would eventually fade into nothing but trust for their fellow humans.
2073:
The Xillians' home planet is discovered, and news of it quickly spreads despite the military's attempts to cover it up. No one wanted a repeat of the Seatopian crisis, so several prominent political leaders met with the recently established Controller, or leader, of the Xillians. A deal was worked out over several weeks that the Xillians would be folded into Earth Union, all of its colonies and technology shared amongst the people. The Earth Union was renamed the Solar Union, due to Planet X's proximity to Jupiter in Earth's solar system.
Excavations on Mount Olympus on Mars revealed an ancient ruin of extraterrestrial origin. Studies quickly showed that the ruins contained ruined data packets written in a language that is almost exactly alike to the Atlantean culture discovered in the 90's, who created both Gamera and the Gyaos. Some scientists would even go so far as to declare them one and the same, but these wild claims were dismissed, seeing as the Atlanteans never showed any signs of being space worthy no matter how advanced they were when they ruins would come to be studied for a long time coming.
2099:
The S.U. comes into contact with an E.T. battlegroup of frigates and cruisers that are stationed at a large relic similar in make to that of the Atlantean ruins on Mars. When mutant techies from Organization M stationed on the research vessel Ozaki activate the relic, the battlegroup attacked and destroyed the vessel. A techie from the research vessel who escaped via escape pod launched an encrypted signal to the nearby colony of Shanxi. A defensive group of the finest warships of the S.U. are gathered to defend the people of Shanxi. The Battle of Shanxi has begun.
Bridge of the Atragon
Subject: Captain Killian Gordon
En route to Shanxi
'Why is it that whenever humanity and its allies come into contact with an extraterrestrial species, they are attacked seemingly at random and are forced to defend themselves?'
This question was most prominent in Captain Gordon's mind as the Atragon, Karyu, Rumbling, and Éclair were on route to Shanxi. They were called to service the S.U., and as bored as Gordon was, he never thought he'd be waging war against an alien species never encountered before.
As he turned to the main screen, which was currently showing his combat forces, he couldn't help but feel thankful. This was his chance to prove to his human father and Xillian mother that choosing to join the Navy would prove to be for the best.
The comms officer then spoke up. "Sir, we have an incoming transition from the Mother." "Onscreen, Agent 13," replied the Kaiser.
Of course, he could also be thankful that he had several Seatopians and people of Mu on board the Atragon. They'd be priceless in ground ops, what with their increased reflexes and greater strength. But he was shaken out of these thoughts by the main screen showing the Captain of the Mothership.
"Hail! I can assume you are Captain Gordon of the Atragon, yes?"
The Xillian species were an odd one. Thanks to their advanced technology, they were able to take the guise of humans using synthetic skin and blood vessels. Since the Solar Union was formed, however, most didn't bother with it. They walked around wearing their own forms for the most part.
The Xillian onscreen was a unique one, however, for he was wearing one such skin suit. In the guise of a male Terran from the Japanese mainland, he stood tall and proud, ignoring the rather incredulous looks from both his own crew and Gordon's. Instead, he was focusing his attention on the other Captain's reply.
"I am, and to whom do I owe the pleasure of speaking?" he replied, still as gruff as his ancestor, who was Captain of the Atragon back in the Xillian invasion.
"I am Ship-Master Jerlen Kobayashi, a Kaiser and leader of the Mothership. I come to you with the blessings of the Controller, for he wishes to help our long-established allies. He sends his hopes that this joint operation will once and for all disperse any doubts about the Xillian people."
Gordon replied with a smirk: "Well, something tells me that the Terrans appreciate the help. You'll be under my command. Set your radio signals to Theta 2198, standard S.U. encryption. Get your fighters ready, they'll be the spearhead. I'll provide the covering fire."
"Yes sir, Captain Gordon. Setting radio signal now. Good luck to us all."
With that, the radio and video feed to the Mothership cuts out, and Captain Gordon then signals Agent 13 to start up a fleet-wide transmission, the Mothership traveling via FTL to Shanxi in formation with the rest of the fleet. Agent 13 then verified that the connection was established, and Captain Gordon of the Atragon then proceeds to give what would come to be known as the speech that would perfectly define what the Solar Union would come to define and stand for.
[End Requiem. Cue music: Marvel VS Capcom 3: Zero's Theme]
"Captain Gordon here. I understand that most of you in the fleet would very much rather be in your respective planets, at home, with your family. However, the threat that Shanxi faces today, the threat that we, even now, march to face threatens every single achievement the S.U. has made since its formation. Our way of life, from the usage of the synthetic skins from the Xillians to the way Terrans remain ever vigilant towards the Kaiju. All of it, wiped out. We march forward to directly combat this threat and stamp it out of existence. Even if we were to die today, our sacrifices will pave the way to an even greater and much stronger S.U.!
If even the Kaiju could not kill us off, then we will show the galaxy and even the Universe that we will not die so easily!
For the Solar Union!"
All five vessels, from the Atragon to the Mothership, erupted in a chorus of cheers and promises, promises made only for their great power. At that moment, the formation dropped out of FTL, the colony of Shanxi sighted directly ahead.
"Enemy sighted, sir!"
"Target the big one with the primary maser cannon and FIRE!"
Welcome to the galaxy, Solar Union.
XXX
Colony of Shanxi
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The Wilderness
This colony had always been peaceful and for someone like him, peaceful was relaxing. He lived in a small log cabin that was deep into a forest almost a hundred kilometers outside of one of Shanxi's few large cities and within 100 meters of a large lake which was sometimes used as a camping sight to see. He was on the opposite side of the lake and his cabin was obscured by some purposely placed brush.
He supported himself with a small garden and hunting the surrounding wildlife, as well as saving whatever he could for later. The trips he made into town were few and far between and usually ended with a large influx of funding. His business was profitable for all parties involved even if he was only a delegate for the original creators and his superiors.
'Well…profitable for whoever isn't on the other end at least…' He thought with a content grin crossing his lips. He could very easily stay here another year too, it wasn't like the Colonel would call him in for another mission anytime soon. At that his grin fell and he lifted his still cold beer back to his mouth. One thought had plagued his memories like a recurring villain in a bad anime.
That secretary was way too smug when she said I was being sent on a peaceful assignment.
That thought was confirmed when the gods-be-damned alien dropship dropped out of the sky and into a low hover directly in front of his log cabin, spewing out about two squad's worth of aliens that opened fire on him the moment he was spotted by the point-man.
Dammit Emma!
As the first dust-sized projectiles left the barrels of the weapons the operative was already diving off of his porch, his still half-full beer still in hand and cradled to his chest. Unfortunately for the operative, the aliens had picked up strange energy readings emanating from the planet, in the secluded spot where his home was. Two squads were sent to investigate the energy signature, with the orders to kill or capture any enemies on sight and retrieve the source of the energy.
The operative ducked under the relative cover of his boat, which had been knocked off of its concrete supports by a recent storm, its years of use present from the wear and weathering along the natural wood hull. His wooden cover was being shredded by the second under the combined fire of about a dozen mass effect projectile throwers with the concrete supports lasting only a bit longer.
Enough of this, thought the operative with a grimace. He only knew of one reason that they would have come straight to him in the middle of nowhere, and that meant it was time to relocate. He downed the rest of his beer and threw the bottle high into the air towards the enemies. The weapons fire slowed as the sound of several shocked barks in their strange language and shattering glass filtered through the crackling of his now burning boat. During the short respite a heavy weight settled into his hands and his clothing seemed to stiffen. A grim smile pulled at his lips as he leaped up and took full advantage of the lack of incoming fire.
Suddenly, a large explosion resounded throughout the small clearing and two of the aliens were sent flying away, missing several limbs each and dead before they hit the ground. Another boom sounded and three more were killed, one of them simply red mist and pieces of oddly-colored scorched meat.
The remaining seven began to panic slightly and quickly spread out to not be targeted in a group. Several rushed at the small log cabin that the operative owned and cared for, running for the nearest cover and in an attempt to flank his position.
Once they were all inside, they began rush through it trying to find the back door or a window facing at toward the boat. The one soldier who found said window saw a muzzle flash and dropped to his back watching as a slightly glowing projectile crashed through the window and seemed to hover in the center of the cabin for but a moment, its glow hypnotic and drawing the eyes of all the aliens, before the house itself detonated in a furious explosion.
The shockwave from the explosion was large enough to stagger and knock down the remaining aliens, leaving them in a daze and a sharp ringing in their ears. For many of them, they never left the ground, their sight going dark. For the few that managed the strain to lift themselves to their knees their last sight of the world of the living a hazy figure with a gleaming blade and glinting eyes.
The operative de-cloaked in front of his burning home, a smoking and foreign-looking weapon in his hands and a heavy scowl on his face. Instead of the relaxed clothing that he had been wearing when the aliens first appeared, he was in a black bodysuit with form fitting bodyplates. Several metal and fluid glass looking plates emerged from the raised armor collar on his back and folded over his head from the advanced armor he was wearing, quickly obscuring his features to the outside observer and leaving only a black void and two blue "eyes" where its face usually would be.
"I will never listen to that secretary again", said the operative. And with that, he promptly disappeared from the naked eye.
It was time to do some damage.
XXX
Colony of Shanxi
Subject Codename: Killroy
Combat in Progress
Ever since he was created, Killroy never thought that he'd participate in the defense of a Solar Union colony against aliens that seemed hell-bent on wiping out the Terrans and their allies.
But then again, he never expected to actually become a cyborg, so anything is possible, right?
Most of Terran history, and a small part of Seatopian records, knew Killroy as Jet Jaguar, the benevolent defender of Terrans and the ass-kicker of Megalon and Gigan, with the Big G's help. Ever since that day, however, he split himself from humanity's ever watchful eyes and hid from the prying eyes of the Terrans. He spent all of 50 years, until after the second Xillian Invasion, hiding in the wilderness of Japan's Mount. Fuji, making constant upgrades to his operating software and training in nearly all forms of combat known in that age. By the time he felt ready to rejoin society, the Seatopians had been defeated once more, and he was exponentially stronger than before. Using the synthetic skins of the Xillians and implementing it directly into his armor and software, he was able to grow and burn off his skin in a way similar to that of the Simian's Mechagodzilla, the skin burning away to reveal the armored and combat-ready mech beneath. However, he resolved to stay as a regular Terran citizen, phasing in and out of public view, staying ever vigilant and never going mech until no other options were available.
However, considering his current situation, he may actually have to go mech. The alien's ground invasion force was large, and it was all centered to the one city on the colony. Thankfully, unknown to any party involved in this conflict, Jet Jaguar was fighting as a member of the military, fighting just as hard as the organics around him to defend his home.
Currently, Jet Jaguar, or Killroy according to the military, was fighting with his small squad of 4, directing them against a force of aliens that numbered almost twenty. The alien's projectile weapons, while prone to overheating, hit hard, draining their Xillian made shields faster than some older laser weaponry. Killroy's squad was armed with what was considered standard issue: a mixture of gunpowder and maser based weaponry, Terran tech. Killroy himself was armed with a maser-based general purpose machine gun, laying down the suppressing fire whenever the enemies had to let their guns cool or shields to recharge. His squad was becoming more and more edgy, what with the enemies lack of advancing. All of them knew that they were outnumbered five to one, so what was the problem? What were they waiting for?
They received their answer now though, for as we focus on Killroy's point of view, a large explosion is heard behind the aliens. From the large dust cloud kicked up, a large vehicle emerged, the long and threatening barrel pointed at the Solar Union squad. Mounted on treads and bearing a large and rounded hull, it made for a menacing tank and had the guns to back it up. Its large barrel was pointed in the squad's general direction, and it was rather short, indicating that the rounds being used were probably more suited to explosions than penetration.
What would become designated as an alien medium tank then fired a large solid projectile made of oddly colored metal from the massive but short barrel, and the shell slammed into a nearby building, merely feet from them. The building, 3 stories tall, collapsed, kicking up dust and debris, obscuring Killroy's squad from the aliens, the explosion itself washing heat over the squad, seemingly intent on roasting them in their armor.
"FALL BACK!"
Another shot was fired by the tank, and the unthinkable happened: it detonated in the middle of the squad as they attempted to fall back to the middle ring of the city.
A squad leader's worst nightmare is watching his squad die around him. What's worse is being powerless to stop it. Killroy was in the front of the retreating squad, and as the projectile detonated near the back, Killroy only suffered burns across his synthetic skin. It boiled away in certain places where his body armor didn't provide protection.
He turned around and screamed his frustrations at the group of aliens and their tank, and even as he raised his general purpose MG and prepared to fire, he heard a low but loud siren from…above him?
Even the tank didn't fire as the Solar Union gunship, armed to the teeth with anti-armor masers and high-payload proton missiles, hovered above the lone cyborg, who was seething with the fury of a Spiral Heat Beam. Loosely based off of the original Super X gunship that was originally made to combat Kaiju, this new model was dubbed the KR-91, or as most pilots called it, the Fatboy. Able to be almost as maneuverable as an interceptor in its element, despite the fact that it was slow, it was heavily armed and was deployed specifically for anti-armor capabilities, although the maser emitters it was armed with were very capable of shredding just about anything not properly defended.
Unfortunately for the aliens, this applied for them. And not even the tank round would be able to pierce the armor of the Fatboy, no matter how much they prayed.
Then, the gunship opened fire.
XXX
In orbit above Shanxi
Subject: Captain Killian Gordon
Combat in Progress
It had been a mere fifteen minutes, and events had come to a destructive head for the combatants in space. Ruined interceptors and bombers, as well as Xillian drones, littered the space around both the large alien vessel, labeled as a dreadnaught and the Atragon, who were facing off head to head. Atragon's opponent and Atragon itself were currently exchanging fire using the primary spinal guns mounted respectively on each ship. The dreadnaught used projectiles, however, and that is where the ships differed, if nowhere else.
Two discs mounted on the flying battleship's sides, about three times the size of the original Garuda made in the 1990's, detached from the sides of the ship and positioned themselves near the bottom of the ship. Then, they began to orbit the ship itself, beginning to glow with the same energy that was discovered in the 60's: Type 66 Maser energy. A gun barrel extended from the bottom of the drill, and began to glow with the same energy.
This was the same system used in the Second Xillian Invasion, upgraded even more and turned into an actual weapon instead of only a recharger. Exclusive only to the Atragon, the dreadnaught was introduced to one of the finest pieces of Solar Union weaponry.
Enter the Infinity Cannon.
The gun fired, its corresponding discs having channeled a strong enough Maser field and the gun itself fully charged up.
The basis for this system was that when the gun fired, a standard, if much larger, beam of Type 66 Maser energy erupted from the cannon, and became caught in the rapidly rotating field of Maser energy made by the discs. This would make the entire field spin faster and faster, until the kinetic forces of the beam became too much and broke free from the beam, erupting from the disc exponentially stronger and much more concentrated. Its name originated from the infinity-like visual effect created when the cannon's energy hit the disc.
The bad news for the dreadnaught: no matter how powerful its laser point defenses and shields were, they were not designed to stop any kind of beam weapon, especially Maser energy.
The beam shot past where the shields were observed to be stationed, and slammed into the side of the ship. Electrical energy was discharged into the ship, shocking shields, engines, and point defense weapon systems into temporary submission as the beam's kinetic energy tore another large hole into the front-left, right next to the dreadnaught's main gun. The Infinity Cannon was so powerful, it had accidently torn straight through the ship's hull, actually doing less damage than if it had stopped halfway. One could see through the whole completely to the other side.
The alien's spinal gun wasn't disabled however, and it retaliated against the Atragon, whose engine was disabled after firing such a powerful weapon. The strange weapon shot through space at a fraction of the speed of light, and it tore through the Atragon's shield, finally succeeding where the other shots had failed.
It slammed into the drillbit mounted on the nose of the flying battleship, and the drill fractured from the impact, the space titanium shuddering under the impact, though it held true and stayed intact, for the most part.
This impact was felt throughout the ship, but no one felt it as much as Captain Gordon, who felt as if the ship was his own life and blood. He growled in savage anger at the thought of the alien bastard terrorizing his country anymore. His hands flying over the solid light projections of the captain's chair, he opened a screen that showed the current status of the Éclair, Rumbling, and Karyu that were engaged with the other alien ships.
Despite being outnumbered two to one, the Solar Union flying battleships were kicking all kinds of ass. Éclair was currently firing a massive volley of proton missiles at two of what were designated as cruisers. The alien point defenses shot many out of the air, but many more slammed into the ships' shields, which severely weakened them. The Éclair then fired a burst of Type 92 Maser energy from the emitter on its front, which tore into and caused a series of explosions that blew up the ship from the inside out. Still firing, it dragged the beam across to the other cruiser, and the beam slammed into its spinal cannon, disabling it due to sheer kinetic force.
Meanwhile, the Rumbling and the Karyu were engaged with ferocious combat with the four remaining enemy ships. Both had sent their fighter complement to engage the enemy, and those interceptors were currently swarming the enemy ships like flies to rotted meat. The ships were in tight formation, so they rarely could fire into the swarm without risk. Spots that seemed to center around the spinal cannons and point defense systems began to freeze over, another shock for the alien invaders that they could not have accounted for.
The interceptors were affectionately nicknamed Flashes due to their high speed. Based off of the frame of the Super XIII, made to accommodate being docked with others of its kind, and consisting of one pilot and one gunner, this particular model of interceptor was relatively new to the Solar Union, and it used a technology that was rarely used by any other interceptor in the known galaxy, alien or otherwise.
Ultra-low Temperature Maser guns, or the ULT Maser system.
The idea behind this was that most types of known shield systems were always there but invisible, only visible until something was blocked by the shield. The ULT system was designed to literally freeze actual photonic shields that could block energy, thereby holding the photons in place and preventing the much-needed movement of those energy particles to other places that they may be needed by.
However, it became quickly apparent that the alien's shield systems were apparently only designed to block solid projectiles, which would come to be a disappointment to any scientists able to get their hands on the technology afterwards. This led to the second intended function of the ULT Maser system. They were to freeze the hull armor, aiming for important systems such as engines and major weapons systems, and ballistic weapons were to shatter the frozen pieces of ship, thereby creating makeshift docking ports for any docking parties and completely destroying anything else frozen. It was in this way that the enemy ships were being whittled down, losing power to almost all functions on-board that would make it battle worthy.
Even as all this was happening, he received a transmission from a few allies that made him grim in a rather predatory-like fashion.
A surprise came for the poor alien ships being swarmed.
The Flashes, at a command from Captain Gordon as he saw his surprise arrive, suddenly disengaged from these ships, returning to refuel and rearm at their respective battleship. Believing the enemy to have exhausted their weapons, the enemy ships diverted any remaining power to engines, shields, and spinal cannons, one ship even charging up its point-defense as if to broadside from extreme range. The aliens formed up in a diamond attack formation, and at a word from the one Captain at the head of the formation-
[End Zero's Theme. Cue music: Standing on Tattered Feet (Megaman Unlimited: Occupied Wily's Castle Stage Three Theme)]
The lead ship became engulfed in a blinding blue light, and the light dissipated after several seconds to show the burnt and ruined remains of the leading ship. The sight led the other three to stop and engage evasive maneuvers in an attempt to dodge whatever hellish new weapon their enemy had deployed.
Too bad that they didn't engage their scanners, because they would have shat themselves of fear.
Far away, about a couple hundred thousand kilometers from the battleground, four new ships stood proud and powerful, glowing in an almost ethereal blue light.
One could only think of a capsule looking at the damned things. It was ungainly, poorly armored, and round like an oval. One would think that such a ship would be worthless in frontlines space combat.
They don't think like the Solar Union.
Enter the Thumper -class long range artillery ships.
These ships were by far the most unique thing ever developed at that point in time. While it was as ugly as an irradiated Space Gyaos, they were much loved by the S.U. for their amazing capability in combat. These ships were equipped with a weapon system that was inspired by the queen of the Legion horde that attacked Earth in the 1990's.
Plasma energy was in constant circulation in the ship, feeding energy to all the ship's functions and primary cannon. Any excess energy is vented through dedicated piping that leads to the outside of the ship, which is what makes the ship glow a dull blue. This glow intensifies when the primary cannon is fired, as a large amount of energy must be vented, lest the ship be practically melted from the extreme heat.
A ball of plasma was sent to the front part of the capsule, stationary and about as large as a 21st century semi. Multiple magnetic fields around the capsule, set in place into the walls of the front part of the capsule, turn on and proceed to fluctuate the energy, making it spin in place. It takes a few seconds, but the energy would soon be spinning rapidly and would be concentrated to the size of a tractor. The front part of the capsule would then open, the magnetic fields spinning the ball would turn off, and a larger and more powerful magnetic field would act as a firing pin, pushing the ball out of the capsule and rocketing towards its target. In this case, since the alien's shield systems were not able to accommodate energy weapons, the ship targeted was destined to become nothing more than barely salvageable scrap, if that.
The ship itself is poorly armored, as adding any more armor would not only weigh the ship considerably and take up a lot of money, but would also interfere with the Thermal-Bleed-Off systems and proceed to melt off once the gun was fired even once, let alone multiple times. As a result, the Thumper-class was designated an artillery ship, tasked with heavy fire support, and usually deployed with other ships that had the capability to defend it. There are only a small amount of these ships actually in service however, seeing as how the ship as a whole is so expensive.
Its shield systems were another matter entirely. The ships were insanely expensive, and their weapons systems and large crew of over 5,000 were irreplaceable, and so its shields were the equivalent of a Cruiser, with brief moments of overcharge that could bump it up to Dreadnought level. However there was another, secret, addition to the shields. An addition that would make attempting to close with the ship to take advantage of its cumbersome maneuverability almost certain suicide.
The fact that the majority of those ships only served to bolster Gordon's confidence, even as he labeled the dreadnaught a target to be captured. He'd love to see the aliens come back from this punch to the gut, and he very much doubted they would.
With that in mind, he sent orders for the Atragon's infantry to be deployed to the dreadnaught, with a large complement of Flashes set to provide covering fire, and to blow a hole large enough for several transports to be docked.
XXX
On the surface of Shanxi
Subject Codename: Killroy
Combat in Lull
Dust had been kicked up everywhere after the Fatboy had unleashed its payload, and Killroy had been forced to beat a retreat from the poor bastards the gunship was targeting. Coughing up a storm even having retreated so far, he cursed the men who created the proton missile. "God damned payloads are way too much to mount on a gunship. I swear, if these things were ever loaded with darts…"
He trailed off in his rant to look up into the sky. If one had mechanical functions, like Killroy, one could see the ridiculous gunfight between the Atragon and her allies versus the aliens, though the tell-tale glow of the Thumper-class cannon could be seen if a Terran looked hard enough. All around him were the sporadic gunfights of a war in progress, to be expected of any war taking place on land. The screams of the dying, however, could not distract Killroy from what had taken up his attention.
A transport ship was in the process of landing. About 100 feet in the air and 100 feet to Killroy's right, it was coming down fast but soft, intent on dropping its payload and heading off. However, it was the insignia that was on the ship itself that held his attention, even as the ship landed.
A great beast, growling to the viewer, surrounded by two old fighter planes and framed by a wire-framed Earth. An insignia long since thought lost and part of an age long past, now back once again to defend the people behind the shield the insignia represented.
Killroy grinned as the troops dismounted, and whispered to himself:
"G-Force."
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Next time…
"It's time to push these assholes off our planet!"
"Killroy!? Your skin, what…?"
"I've had enough of this!"
"These bastard primitives dare to activate a Relay without concern!? They are trying to doom us all! Kill Them, Kill Them All!"
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(A/N)
There.
I'm done.
…
I think.
This was an idea that had budded after seeing just how broken some human factions could be in fanfictions, and after seeing certain stories like From the Ashes show a realistic approach to the human faction, this idea had finally bloomed and had taken root in me.
I'm a huge fan of the Big G, and I like Mass Effect even though the ending is royally fucked. I have many ideas for this story, some good, most bad, all ridiculous. OC's will appear and stay, but only about 4. The operative…well, you'll see.
Please send any questions towards me via this messaging system on FanFiction, or via email (just ask for it in the message).
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Don't worry, you two, you'll introduce yourselves soon enough.
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By the by, this IS my first story, even though I've attempted several others before, so please keep criticism constructive, cause that stuff is great for anything. If you like flames, fuck off. I have a beta reader already, but I'll think about getting one or two more. Maybe.
Again, any questions, especially concerning the timeline that I have planned, feel free to ask about it.
Bio out.
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*Static Hiss*
"This is Operative NG-515-R, mission parameters have changed; new players have entered the field. Submit a Priority message to [REDACTED]. Reinforcements may be necessary to ensure the success of the objective.
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Request granted.
BC-2279-xi2 have been contacted…
Reassigning…
Will remain on standby until call is given.
Call is [▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅]
Notice: Restrictions lifted to CL-4 as needed. Limited permissions.
