Of Ink And Wars:The Humane Arrival

by Missingno50

New:Chapter 2 What happens when you take a mission to explore a plasma cloud, but end up in a different world or even time line? Thats what Havoc, Jonas, and Michael are about to encounter. And along the way, they meet a Inkboy. First story... don't know how I'm going to do. Need criticism. Also:Edit, the T rating will be there for any swearing I do.

1. The storm

Jonas's POV

We were over Japan in our CH-47 Modified. We could only hear one thing over the intercom. "The combination of living tissue and machine creates life. These frightening creatures are known only as cyborg reap-" that's what the intercom said before we entered a strange yellow cloud that seemed to be the source of the transmission. Of course, I had NO idea what we were getting into. My 8 other colleagues were helping pilot, which is odd, since its only suppose to be a 3-man cockpit inside of the cockpit. "Aye, I don't think that this is the source," said Nichole, who happened to be drunk MOST of the time. Oh we were about to get a surprise.

Third person POV

The cloud seemed to have a strange electromagnetic field of its own. Well, all do, but this one is stronger. What felt like a lifetime later, the aircraft, a Boeing CH-47 Chinook, came nearing the end of the cloud, which will later be known as the ION storm. Now, your probably asking, how is a Boeing CH-47 Chinook a three man cockpit, when the rest are more than 4 man cockpits. I'll give you an answer:This CH-47 has been modified to fit the standards of the mission. The CH-47 was no longer over Japan, but at its coastal shoreline. An ION plasma strike suddenly forged itself in the strong magnetism that this cloud had, and then, it took out the back propeller.

Michael's POV
All I know is I heard this loud crack from the cockpit and the CH-47 Modified, as Jonas called it, was coming down for a crash landing- IN THE PACIFIC OCEAN. "PULL UP! PULL UP!" is all I heard from the rest of my colleagues, and guess who was trying to pull up. "I'm... I'm losing control... I can't... I CAN'T CONTROL IT ANYMORE!" I shouted pretty much instinctively. Then, I heard a loud splash, followed by an explosion... and everything went black...

Bill's POV

It was all a normal day for me. I am a strange color, so... yeah lets just say Black ink and having the worst luck ever has put me in two different superstitions. I had nothing to do, and the sport(turf war) was getting really old. Look, today was my 16th birthday. 2 more years and I would have to fend for myself. I am REALLY bad at turf wars, OK? I've never been good and I will never be good... or so I thought. I was going to just watch news today... but something compelled me to go to the beach. Why? I have no clue. But, whatever was there, I hoped that it helped me in those Turf Wars... and I was about to find a surprise.