Red vs. Blue: The Syn-Gen Stratagem
Year One
Chapter One: War Story
Hello everyone, new and old, and welcome to The Syn-Gen Stratagem; my latest foray into the Red vs. Blue Universe. A continuation of my previous RvB FanFiction series, Year One is set shortly after the beginning of the Human/Covenant war, preceding both RvB and Project: Freelancer, the latter only by a few months (and even then, I am talking about the very beginning of Project: Freelancer, not when it starts off in Season Nine).
Syn-Gen was really an afterthought I had while pondering how I would ever get over not being able to write the original six characters created in RvBvG, but I figured that if I couldn't continue them then continuing their story would be a better way for me. Anyway, enough gabbling! Please enjoy Year One and don't forget to PM or send a review.
"Have you ever seen anything like this? It's really beautiful and frightening when you think about it."
"How so, sir?" asked Private Rex.
"You look out at a view like this; the stars and space and all; you're usually doing it from Earth. There's a pattern and you recognise that pattern even if you don't remember it. Being so far down on the planet, the atmosphere makes them look so small and far away, they're unbelievable; untouchable so you just can't comprehend it."
"I think our beloved Colonel here's gone loopy on us at the last second, boys." Smiled Rex. The platoon chuckled along with the joke. "Perhaps he's seein' more stars than there are out that window."
"Shut up, Private." Warned Sergeant Friday. "Your Colonel is being profound."
"Well now," pondered Rex. "I wouldn't want to interrupt him when he's in one of those insightful moods. Go 'head, sir." He allowed his commanding officer to continue.
"From here, high up, there's no atmo, no clouds, no distractions. Just you and the unspoilt view of starlight, the right sizes, all of 'em. It's here that you can look up at them and actually believe that there's a galaxy out there." Mitchell paused, staring out the porthole view of the night sky outside.
"That was quite amazing, what you said." Complemented Private Kurtz. "What did you hope to get across with those words?"
"Oh, nothing much." Admitted Mitchell. "I was thinking of writing a wartime poem, sell it and make millions after the war." He laughed along with the platoon.
"You need talent to pull that off, sir." Joked Rex.
"Yeah, and you need a breath mint but don't worry; I haven't heard Higgins complain yet about your frenches!" rebutted Mitchell. Higgins was not amused. He slouched even tighter in the corner while everyone else chuckled at his expense. "Hey, come on now." Mitchell called to Higgins, seeing he wasn't happy. "You shouldn't take offence to that. I was only kidding."
"Yes!" exaggerated Higgins. "And while your 'kidding' makes us all lucid and worry free, Covenant soldiers are warming up their munitions to make sure we won't even make it into battle as pieces. Had you forgotten that part?" Friday raised himself tall.
"That is a superior office you're talking to, Private!" he barked.
"Sorry." Came Higgins' faux apology. "Had you forgotten that part, sir?" Higgins slumped back into the wall, the whole platoon caught in a nervous silence. They looked from Higgins to Mitchell in anticipation of the retaliation of a lifetime. Simply and calmly, Mitchell stood and kept his balance as best he could as he crossed to the far corner of the Pelican's cargo hold. Higgins looked up at the Colonel; he didn't care what was about to happen. He could be shot for all the good it would do, he'd be killed in battle anyway.
"Private." Began Mitchell. He knelt down to Higgins' eye level. "Peter. I don't pretend to be ignorant of death. In a war; death is ignorant of who it strikes. It doesn't care who's life it's ruined or which side comes out on top. If it doesn't care about me, you or any of these arseholes, why should I let the fear of death take me over?" Mitchell patted Higgins on the shoulder and stood up. "I won't get into all that 'we die for glory' crap." He said loudly, getting a few chuckles. "'Eat hardy and dine in hell' shit. We all came here for a reason. There's no one story to tell us why we're all here, we all have our own individual unique life and the thought that pulls me through every battle, every conflict we go through is...it can't end with death."
"Attention. We're coming in for a landing." Said the pilot over the P.A. "We may experience some turbulence and explosions as this is illegal airspace over the third moon of Terminus we're coming in to. If we do happen to crash, hold onto whatever and whoever you can and please close all windows and hatches; it could get a little drafty in there." Bang! The ship shuddered violently. "Here's the welcoming party now." Flashes of light engulfed the sky outside. Mitchell peeked out through the window; the stars had disappeared, replaced by a fleet of Pelicans diving towards the moon amidst a flurry of explosions. A nearby Pelican was struck by anti-aircraft fire and dropped like a stone towards the ground.
"Once we land, stay in formation and keep your head down!" called Mitchell over the enemy fire. "I do not want one of you dead before I can give a goddamn order! No excuses, understood?"
"Yes sir!" chanted the platoon in unison. The ship shuddered again, groaning at its corners.
"Not to worry, we've hit the atmosphere." Informed the pilot. "We should reach our destination in T-minus two minutes. That is, if we don't crash and die first."
"Barrel of laughs, that one." Commented Friday.
"Colonel Paxx!" called out a Corporal to Mitchell. "I heard you were one of the candidates for the Spartan Two program at Reach! Why aren't you there?"
"Spartans get all the cushion-y assignments, Corporal Edd." Answered Friday for Mitchell who smiled. "Mitchell wouldn't miss a fight this violent for the world."
"Sir?" Edd asked, looking at Mitchell for a confirmation.
"What he said." Agreed Mitchell.
"I reckon you're both nuts!" shouted Rex. "Should'a transferred outta here like Sergeant Christianson. He was a smart cookie."
"You're just happy he's not here to kick your butt in poker anymore." Insulted Kurtz. The Pelican shook again, this time not stopping.
"Attention passengers, we've taken damage. Now would be a good time to finalise a will."
"Hold on to something, gents!" ordered Mitchell. Friday took a spot by him.
"Urgh." He groaned. "I knew it was a big ask to live to see twenty five-fifty."
"That the year or your age?"
"Eh, shut up."
"We're on a good level for drop off." Said the pilot. "Landing in T-minu-" CRASH! The Pelican went berserk; throwing several men around the cargo hold.
"What the fuck was that?" asked Rex over the loud whistle the Pelican was making. The cockpit door opened and out stumbled the pilot, ablaze with fire, screaming in searing pain. Kurtz grabbed the nearest extinguisher and put the pilot out but it was too late. Rex rushed over to the cockpit, but it too was on fire. He was pushed back by the heat of the flames. "Fuck!" he cursed, turning back to Mitchell. "This thing ain't got no steering anymore!"
"How does the trajectory look?" asked Mitchell.
"We're gonna hit land at some point!"
"Is it straight?"
"More or less!"
"Brace for a crappy landing, boys!" ordered Mitchell.
It was a softer landing than expected. Still rough but a lighter impact. The drag however left much to be desired. When the Pelican came to a complete stop, Friday and Kurtz broke open the emergency hatch and started the evacuation. Friday spotted a dizzy Mitchell trying to unbuckle himself. He jumped off the hatch, pushed through a dozen soldiers and cut off the restraints. "Don't think the army'll bitch about taking these off."
"You've not been in the army long, have you?" joked Mitchell. As Friday pulled him out of the chair, he saw Higgins sprawled on the floor, not wanting to get up. "Have the men ready and in formation when I meet you outside." He said to Friday who helped the men up and out of the hatch. Mitchell stomped over to Higgins and heaved him to his feet. "You're not getting out of this battle that easily."
"Damn." Scoffed Higgins as Mitchell led him to the ladder. They both climbed atop the Pelican and slid down the side.
"Everyone! Stick to the plan; form up at that impact crater!" he yelled over the gunfire and mortar blasts. The platoon jogged towards the burning lights along with the other soldiers charging from their own drop ships. In the near distance were formations of Covenant soldiers, all firing at the approaching human army. Mixed in with them was a line of Shade turrets blasting away at the landing Pelicans up in the sky and several attempting to take off. In the far distance stood the outpost; silhouetted by the large planet behind it. It would have been stunning had the skyline not been ruined by the flurry of plasma rifles and fuel rod discharges. Chaos wasn't a word that could come close to describing the scene. Mitchell and his platoon dove into the cleft and out of the enemy fire. "Sound off!"
"We're all here!" informed Friday.
"Good start!" commented Mitchell. "Captain Whimsy, fall in!" A young man crawled over the other soldiers and scrunched himself down by Mitchell.
"Here sir!" he yelled.
"Two things I want you to do! First; you and Friday take a squad and flank to the right while I take a squad and flank from the left! Second; when we get back to Earth, requisition yourself a new last name! Every time I need you to do something, it sounds like I'm calling for one of the seven fucking dwarves!"
"I'll keep that in mind, sir!" agreed Whimsy.
"Good man!" Mitchell turned his attention to the rest of the platoon. "While we're making our pincer movement, you provide covering fire or if you run out of ammo, something for them to shoot at!"
"Is that an actual tactic, Colonel?" asked Rex.
"Leaving your subordinates for cannon fodder? Yeah, pretty much! Right, move out!" Mitchell, Kurtz, Edd and four other soldiers ran on their haunches through the small snowy fissure leading up to the Shade line. It had only just occurred to them that the moon, Nova Prime, was covered in a thick sheet of snow. Amidst the fighting and movement, they hadn't noticed the ice as it scrunched under their feet. Mitchell looked across, only just spotting several helmets bobbing up and down to the right that could only be Friday, Whimsy and their men.
"Don't they know how to keep their heads down?" asked Edd who was looking at the same thing that Mitchell was.
"They know what they're doing." Assured Mitchell and was proven right when the other squad came under attack.
"Hostiles in sight! Open fire!" they heard Friday shout from across the field.
"Perfect." Smiled Mitchell. His squad advanced through the trench and up to the nearest Shade they could find. It was firing at the other squad, bombarding them with blue plasma. Around it was a group of Covenant Grunts and Jackals on the lookout. Mitchell unclipped a grenade from his belt, pulled the pin and chucked it into the middle of the group. They stared at it for a moment, wondering what it could be.
"What is it?" one Jackal asked. The Grunt next to him picked up the grenade as the other Covenant soldiers walked closer to get a better look.
"It looks like a spider." Described the Grunt.
"Oh!" nodded the Jackal. "What's a spider?" he asked and was answered with the explosion that left him and his group dead. The Shade turned and opened fire on Mitchell and his men, taking one of them out before the little Grunt inside was hit by Friday's sniper rifle.
"That could have gone worse." Said Friday, he and his squad re-joining the others.
"Casualties?" asked Mitchell.
"Two. I see you've lost one."
"Signal the rest to fall in and get on the horn to Command. Tell 'em that we have a window open." Ordered Mitchell. "If we can take this moon today and set up a defence to stop The Covenant from coming into our solar system then I want it done today."
"Sure thing, Colonel." Said Friday, waving at the rest of the platoon to fall in while Kurtz radioed Command and Mitchell set up defensive positions.
Rex saw Friday's signal and turned to the platoon. "Move up!" he shouted and everyone climbed over the crater and stalked across the field. Suddenly; a large fireball sent several men flying into the air. Rex turned back and spotted a whole fleet of flying alien aircraft, sending blue and green orbs of plasma into the attacking groups of humans.
"Banshees." Gaped Friday, staring in horror at the flying devils. "They weren't detected on this moon. How did they get here?" Mitchell wasn't listening. He pointed at the overturned Shade.
"Get that thing upright, now!" he shouted. Edd, Whimsy and Friday tried to push it back on its feet, but it was too heavy.
Rex pulled the rocket launcher off his back and turned around to face the oncoming Banshee. "Fire!" He shouted as he sent a rocket into the face of the Banshee. It crashed before him, skidding to a halt in front of him. "That's how we do it in the Milky Way." He spat at the shuttle and met up with the platoon. "Chump." Said Rex simply.
"Don't get too far up your arse, Private. War's not over yet." Sneered Mitchell. "Edd; you're on anti-aircraft duty. Take over that Shade and give us some cover."
"On it." Said Edd, hopping into the Shade.
"The Covenant aregonna counter-attack from in front and behind so I want most of you to hold the fort here while Friday,..." Mitchell looked around the platoon, picking out the soldiers he wanted. "...Whimsy, Rex, Minnelli, Baker, Kurtz,..." he spotted Higgins looking down at his feet, obviously anticipating Mitchell's decision. "...Higgins..." Mitchell paused, waiting for his reaction. Higgins nodded. "...and I will sabotage their outpost. Don't let 'em break ya!"
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"Do you ever wonder why we're here?"
"That's one of life's great mysteries; why are we here? Is it because of some great cosmic coincidence or is there really a God watching over us? I don't know man, but it keeps me up at night."
"Okay. Thanks." Said the Hunter. "Not much good, but thanks."
"What? Did you expect me to have an answer?" asked the Jackal. "It's such an open ended question. For all I know, you could have been asking why we were here on this moon guarding this outpost. Let me make my point by asking you a question."
"Shoot."
"Do you think that you are the only person to stop and ask someone 'why are we here'?" The Jackal crossed his arms, waiting for the Hunter's reply.
"Umm..." thought the Hunter. "...I don't know."
"Uh-huh, and do you think you will be the only person ever for the rest of time to ask that question?"
"How should I know?" shrugged the Hunter.
"See, now you know exactly how I feel about your question."
"What are you two doing out here?" came the voice of the Elite from the outpost entrance.
"What a coincidence." Said the skittish Jackal. "We were just pondering that same question."
"Our reports of the battle say that it's heading south for us." Informed the Elite. "Pretty soon, this place will be under attack by the humans. To survive, we will all need to-" and then the Elite was shot by a sniper.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that last part." Said the Hunter. "We're doing what?"
"Oh my Gods!" Gasped the Jackal. "The Elite, he's-" and then the Jackal was shot by a sniper.
"He's what?" asked the distressed Hunter. "Why is no one finishing their-" and then the Hunter was shot by a rocket launcher. Mitchell and his squad approached the outpost entrance cautiously, making sure the three Covenant were dead.
"Whimsy, Baker; take point." He instructed. "Kurtz, Friday and I will watch your back while Minnelli and Higgins stay here and cover our rears." Higgins was a little surprised by this order. Mitchell leaned in close to whisper. "You never had to go in." he said quietly.
"Thank you." Whispered Higgins, greatly relieved. Mitchell nodded before following the other five into The Covenant outpost. Higgins looked out over the battlefield; both sides had suffered great casualties. Everywhere he looked, human and Covenant were face to face, fighting for their lives. It was obvious from the sight that neither side would come through the victor.
Whimsy peered around the corner and into the control room of The Covenant outpost. Making sure none of the aliens inside were watching, he let Baker cross the doorway and take cover on the other side. Baker scanned the control room, taking note of every enemy inside. "What does he see?" asked Kurtz as Baker started signalling back to Friday.
"He sees two Hunters," translated Friday, "six Elites, five shielded Jackals and a dozen Grunts armed with plasma pistols and rifles. All in enclosed space, vulnerable from point of entry."
"Where's the point of entry?"
"Here." Said Mitchell, turning to Friday. "You and Baker blind 'em and tell Whimsy to turn on the barbeque. I don't want much damage to their equipment, understand?"
"Piece of cake." Friday moved past Whimsy and took up position at the doorframe. Mitchell looked back at Kurtz.
"Watch and learn, kid." He said. On the count of three, Friday and Baker chucked flash bangs into the control room, followed by their namesake. While The Covenant inside roared and chattered in blinded confusion and pain, Whimsy jumped into the doorway and turned up the heat with his flamethrower, scorching the room. After what felt like minutes, he ceased and took cover next to Friday. After a moment's wait, Friday and Baker rounded the doorway and entered the control room, rifles at the ready. Nothing could be seen through the smoke of the automatic extinguishers. Suddenly, from through the mist, a single bolt of plasma struck Baker in the chest, killing him outright. Friday took cover behind a pillar as several more plasma blasts sailed through the air at him. Rex took his place with Whimsy on his tail, both providing covering fire for Friday. Kurtz ran for the door to join in but Mitchell held him back. "No!" he yelled, slamming him into the wall. "You! Wait! Here!" Mitchell ran inside, leaving Kurtz to regain his composure. Mitchell took his place next to Friday. "This could have gone easier!" he joked.
"Yeah, he could have killed you first and I would have command!" yelled back Friday, taking out a Jackal. "Rex! Advance up! On me!" While Mitchell and Whimsy provided covering fire, Friday and Rex quickly charged to the next two pillars and out of fire. Rex looked down next to him and saw a Grunt sitting there. It pulled out its plasma pistol but it only clicked.
"Your weapons suck balls." Insulted Rex before kicking the Grunt into the wall. Meanwhile, a Jackal had snuck up on Whimsy who sent a jet of fire into its shield to no effect. It shot at Whimsy, skimming him in the side, before returning behind its shield.
"Hit it!" shouted Mitchell. Whimsy raised his flamethrower, the Jackal peering over its shield to see what was happening, and hit it straight between the eyes with the butt of the weapon. Mitchell smiled before focusing his attention on the Elite attacking him, pushing him against the wall with only his rifle between them. He smacked the creature in the face and tried to unload a clip into his back when he realise he was out of ammo. "Rex!" he called. "Pass me a clip!" Rex nodded, pulling a magazine out of his overstuffed pouch, leant out of cover and threw it across the room to Mitchell. As it fell into Mitchell's hands, a Jackal shot a fully charged plasma blast into Rex with enough force to throw him back into the wall and land smack on the ground, dead. "Argh!" cried Mitchell, reloading and shooting the Jackal without mercy. In all the carnage, he completely forgot the Elite he was in the middle of fighting who stood up and was ready to shoot Mitchell until it was shot in the head. Mitchell turned around to see Kurtz, his pistol raised at where the Elite had been, the barrel still smoking. He grinned in relief.
"Yes!" he whispered to himself as a blue flash of plasma struck him in the gut. Friday turned around just in time to see Kurtz's smile fade and his eyes dim as he fell to the ground.
"No!" he screamed as he charged for the door, his rifle cutting down the unseen enemies outside. Mitchell wiped his sweaty forehead and sighed the longest sigh of his life. He would have liked to say that this was the worst battle of his career, but that would be a damned lie. Still, this one he knew would stick with him for the rest of his days. He turned to the computer terminal to find an injured Whimsy already hacking into the system.
"How's it coming?" he asked Whimsy.
"Should have it up soon." Whimsy answered.
"I meant the wound." Mitchell looked down at the bleeding chunk in the Captain's side.
"You know that name requisition you requested?" he looked into Mitchell's eyes. "I don't think I'll need it." The computer beeped and the screen was filled with files in alien languages. "All yours, sir." Said Whimsy weakly before sliding down to the floor, holding his side and growing paler by the second. Mitchell leaned in close to the monitor, searching through the database.
"There's tonnes of info here about The Covenant. Nothing about their military base's location. Damn it!" Then he came across something he didn't expect. After he read through it, his eyes turned dark with fury. "Friday!" he barked. "Give me Kurtz's radio!" Friday, who was in the middle of fighting off a couple of Covenant down the hallway, was taken aback by the order.
"Now?" he asked.
"Throw the fucking thing here right now!" he yelled back. When the firing ceased for a moment, Friday wrenched the radio from Kurtz's corpse and slid it across the floor to Mitchell's feet. Mitchell snatched it up and slammed it on the console, turning it on and tuning it. "Come in Command, this is Colonel Paxx." He spat with contained fury.
"This is Command, go ahead, Paxx." Came a woman's voice.
"Situation is a no-go. We cannot secure Nova Prime. Colonisation of Terminus is not advised. Over."
"Sir?" queried Friday over the gun battle, but Mitchell ignored him.
"Paxx, intelligence shows that you are transmitting from within Nova Prime outpost. Terminus colonisation is still a go."
"Put me on with your superiors." Ordered Mitchell with great restraint.
"But-"
"Now!" he barked.
"This is Riker." Came a male voice.
"Terminus colonisation is not advised, sir. I repeat, not advised."
"Colonel Paxx, Terminus colonisation is not your concern. Your concern is to secure that moon."
"Our orders are to eliminate Covenant spy outposts around Terminus to set up a line of defence for when The Covenant try to attack Earth, not to destroy a Covenant defence outpost around one of their planets and annihilate a Covenant civilian population!" he yelled back.
"What?" Whimsy gasped, confused.
"You are about to wipe out a defenceless planet full of alien civilians!" continued Mitchell. "You knew about this and still are going to kill them all!"
"It's called 'fair retaliation', Colonel. A phrase I am sure you are familiar with." Fought back Riker. "They destroy Harvest and one of our battle groups, kill hundreds of our soldiers every year and you expect us to pass up this opportunity?"
"We are meant to be better than them!" shouted Mitchell. "How will Earth hold itself up knowing that we stooped to the level of The Covenant?" then it dawned on him. "Earth will never know, will it?"
"That" began Riker; "is on a need-to-know basis." The radio turned off. The fighting at the door had stopped and Friday had wandered inside, stunned at the radio argument. He watched as Mitchell pulled out the receiver and threw the box to the ground. Mitchell leant up against the console, trying to control his anger.
"They're gonna bombard this outpost soon...and then move on to the planet to wipe out The Covenant there." He said simply.
"I thought Terminus was uninhabited." Breathed Whimsy, exhausted.
"It's the army, Captain; they lie. We were meant to throw ourselves on the barbed wire while the rest run over us to attack the enemy trench. Only, the enemy trench has nothing to defend itself with."
"Justice." Murmured Whimsy.
"No." refused Mitchell. "Attacking an unarmed civilian population isn't justice, it isn't a point of pride or noble. The Covenant may think it is, but we're not The Covenant. We don't do things their way. If we did, and we won, then the human race would have died during the war." Whimsy looked down at the floor, realising that there was more to war than fighting.
"What are your orders, sir?" asked Friday.
Mitchell thought about it for a moment before saying; "Live." He stood up and reloaded his rifle. "You good to crawl, Whimsy?"
"Actually sir, think I might stay here." Choked Whimsy.
"You'll get killed in the explosion if you're not shot by The Covenant first." Said Friday.
"Figure I can take a couple of 'em out." Slurred Whimsy. He leaned over, revealing the still nearly full fuel tank of the flamethrower strapped to his back. "Those plasma beams are hot, aren't they?" he asked jokingly. With one last smile, Mitchell and Friday left Whimsy in the control room.
"Do you remember the way out?" Mitchell asked Friday.
"I dunno, these halls all look the same to me." Retorted Friday. "Haven't these aliens ever heard of signs?"
Whimsy had just closed his eyes when he heard the sound of shuffling feet around him. Opening them, he saw several aliens standing over him with their pistols raised at him. "Hiya." He said. "Do me a favour and shoot me, would ya?" The Covenant looked at each other in confusion. They didn't think he was all there. "Well, don't all of you open fire at once." The closest Grunt shot him in the chest and all were killed in the resulting explosion. The outpost shook, the walls cracked and splintered all around Mitchell and Friday.
"Come on, we're nearly there!" called back Mitchell to Friday who was struggling to keep up.
"How I want to be fifty again." He panted. Suddenly, the ceiling collapsed, encasing Friday in a cocoon of rubble. Mitchell turned back and pulled away as much debris as he could until Friday's torso was visible. "Leave me!" he grunted.
"I can pull you out!" shouted Mitchell. He heaved at Friday's shoulders but he was pinned tight. Friday cupped Mitchell's face in his hands and held him steady so he could listen.
"Go." He said. "Stop the fleet. Don't let us lose sight of our humanity." Then he threw Mitchell away. "Go!" he shouted. With all his strength, Mitchell got to his feet and continued down the endless tangle of corridors until he reached the entrance. Outside was a pile of dead aliens, strewn out over the snow. In the distance, the fighting was dwindling but the fields were full of the deceased, all cut down in vain. Propped up against the wall of the outpost was Higgins, rifle in his hand, blood on his face, staring ahead, into the sky.
"Higgins?" checked Mitchell, but it was already too late. He turned to see what Higgins was looking at and saw a line of Pelicans flying overhead, making for the planet. Mitchell closed Higgins' eyes and jumped to his feet, waving high in the air to signal the attacking Pelican fleet. "Hey!" he yelled in desperation. "Stop! No!" One Pelican broke from the line, heading down towards the moon, straight for Mitchell. "Yeah!" he jumped, still waving, but the Pelican didn't lower its landing gear. It wasn't going to pick him up; it was the bomber. As it flew overhead, it released its payload.
Mitchell stared up at the sky, marvelling at its beauty. The stars were so bright from this moon, he couldn't deny that the view was better than Earth. He didn't remember the outpost exploding or how he ended up on his back in the snow. He didn't even feel his right arm being ripped off, but at least his senses were numbed. As he admired the stars, the Pelicans flew above him. He followed them with his eyes until they rested on Terminus. Already, the planet was riddled with dotted fires as wave after wave of drop ships converged on it like a blanket cover. Chaos was not a word that could describe the scene before him. Beautiful...but frightening. And with that in mind, Mitchell laid his head back and closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to overcome him.
Thank you for reading Chapter One 'War Story'! I really enjoyed doing something different, yet something connected to RvBvG. Because of a new system of writing I'm doing, the admission of chapters will vary as I am switching between this and my other story; Joker.
I hope you have enjoyed reading this and I can't wait to see what happens next. Seriously, I haven't developed the whole storyline like I did with RvBvG. So Syn-Gen is almost completely off the bat. Thanks again and don't forget to PM/Review!