In life, there will always be a fight. Men with their brethren, machines with their masters, and so humans with aliens. Waging war as they've ever seen before, Jack and his 304th Rifle Company stormed through bullets and shells as they reach for their objective. Capture the enemy base to establish FOB for the Guerillas, a non-profit, worldwide organisation that maintain the relationship between humans and aliens as the newcomers to Earth. It has been a long, tough, unforgiving battle for the two, since then, human developed androids to aid them in combat, but to find an entirely different one is hard. Maidroids have converted into battle medics and snipers for the Guerillas, and they proved to be quite astonishing and well performed in combat. Jack already lost half of his men, and he instructed the rest of them to storm the base at all costs. The 304th Rifle Company accompanied by many reusable tanks from the previous wars that claimed many victims, even before Jack's era. The tanks proved to be useful in battle and not many of them exposed to the open. Even the aliens with their advanced technology and one-of-a-kind operating system, there's nothing they could do against an old tank, thin in armour, and with an old cannon that may or may not perfectly functional, and an old radio that surpasses their advanced systems and security measures. In calendars, they note various holidays and festivities, but for Jack, a calendar means more than that.
He sat down beneath a dead tree, surrounded by blood and corpses of his comrades, looking at an old cassette tape. Old enough that he didn't even recognise it. With his weapon holstered onto his back along with his backpack, the tape said.
"An Old Recording. 9th April 2099."
It was ten years ago.
It was when Maidroids and all kinds of Android are on human control.
It was when Aliens and humans live side-by-side, and no prejudices threw at both parties.
Jack knows being a resurrected man because of technology, in a world full of violence, blood, and guts is not something he wants. But, an old soldier and other veterans at his age should do what soldiers do; protecting motherland at all costs. He tapped the tape in his hand for a short time, took a breath and put it in his pocket. Living with artificial organs for the rest of his life doesn't mean he can feel no feelings. He still feels what others feel, but anytime sooner he will lose it all to his age. A KV-1S tank approaches, an AFV from 125th Mechanized Corps.
Jack waved his hands, signalling the nearby tank crews. The commander recognises Jack. "Driver, stop right here for a second."
Jack approached the tank. "Can I hitchhike?"
"Jacky! You can hitch anytime you want, brother." The Commander replied. "Hop on the back of the tank, make sure you ain't falling on the way up, considering your age is not young anymore." The Commander chuckled.
"Screw you, Valk." Jack jest while putting up his equipment on the back of the vehicle and sitting down on top of the engine bay.
The eerie moor become the silent witness of what happened that day, a battle for the survival of humankind in its own home. The aliens may have advanced technology, but for humans, unity is their weapon.
On the way back to the HQ, Jack spotted a woman figure laying down beneath a tree. "Valk, stop right here."
"What's wrong?"
"I have something that I can repair back home. It's a Maidroid. Model A."
"Holy Gods of Lesbian Fandoms... may your soul blessed, Jacky. Bring her up and let's get it repaired." Valk said, ends the transmission with Jack while carrying the Model A and restore a little piece of it on the way back home.
I know this Maidroid from somewhere else.
I know... this is a pinnacle wonder of any humankind.