Prolog
Date: 5/09/2172
Location: USCM Luna Training Facility.
For the millionth time Ronald Stoppable wondered if he was a total Buffoon as the bullets screamed overhead. Ronald Stoppable was a twenty year old blond haired man and for three months he had lived the life of a marine recruit, from the constant wake up calls at ungodly times in the morning to the almost inedible crap they called military rations. He had been broken up and roughly slapped back into shape by the devil himself Master Sergeant Du. Ron was torn from his mental musing as another recruit rolled into cover next to him. Felix Renton was a close friend of Ron's and the go to guy when it came to technology, his mother was the head scientist at a cybernetic cooperation which explained his tech ability as well as his ability to walk. At 7 Felix had lost the ability to use his legs, in the 21 century he would have been wheel chair bound, but thanks to modern medical technology Felix was able to every thing a normal man could like joining the marine corps. "Any ideas of how to get to that base Ron ?" shouted Felix over the Pulse Rifle fire as round slammed into their cover "if we can get to that ally we can slip round the back" replied Ron "think you can give me some cover fire Felix ?" "get ready to run like fuck on my go Ron" replied Felix as he loaded his rifle. "Go!"shouted Felix as he fired his rifle sending multiple 10mm explosive rounds down range towards the base. Ron's body kicked into high gear as he sprinted out of cover with rounds snapping at his heels, he slid into cover as another burst chased him down. Ron glimpsed at Felix as his friend ducked back into cover to reload "your turn Felix" shouted Ron as he readied his rifle "Go!" ordered Ron as he repeated Felix's actions only moments before. The rifle kicked into Ron's shoulder as it spewed bullets, the felling was as natural as breathing to Ron after months of training. As soon as Felix arrived Ron quickly pulled him self back into cover, " alright let's move" ordered Ron as he slapped a magazine into his rifle. The ally was narrow and cramp 'good place for an ambush' though Ron "any thing on your tracker ?" asked Ron "nothing I can see" replied Felix as Ron raised his rifle and started creeping along the ally. "OK this is the place, stack up Felix" ordered Ron "I count three hostiles and a hostage"said Felix studying his tracker "two next to a window and one interrogating the hostage". Ron set breaching charges on the door and checked his rifle "you take the two next to the window I'll drop the interrogator, on my go Felix" ordered Ron as he armed the charges, Felix's answer was a nod. "Breach, Breach, Breach !" screamed Ron while detonating the charges causing the door to be ripped off its hinges, he quickly rushed into the room, he instantly sighted his rifle and pulled the trigger, the supersonic round left the barrel with a sharp crack and struck the hostile in the forehead killing him instantaneously. Ron's single shot was quickly followed by a burst from Felix's rifle dropping the other hostiles. "Clear !" called Ron "clear !" answered Felix, "Red Team have secured the objective, Blue Team have failed to defend the objective, Red Team are the victors, simulation complete" the battlefield dissolved into nothingness, the 'dead' stood up and complained "ugh simulation rounds or not they still hurt like a bitch" while other recruits argued "if you could actually use that sniper we might have won" "shut the fuck up Tucker". As every one returned to reality a figure entered the room, "attention maggots !" bellowed the man "you are to report to the training hall in 20 minutes in dress uniform, don't be late. Understood ?" "yes Sergeant" replied the rookies. "Ya think the sarge would lay off considering we won" said Felix "you know Du" replied Ron shrugging his shoulders before walking off to the barracks.
Twenty minutes later Ron and Felix were lined up in their dress uniform with 28 other recruits "Congratulations recruits, you've all passed basic. As of now you are colonial marines, the biggest bad-asses in the Galaxy, am I right marines ? " "Oorah !" "It was a pleasure to train you men, fall out marines. 'I did it, I'm a marine' thought Ron, since he heard his grandfathers old war stories Ron had wanted to be a marine. No one had thought he could do it, after all he was a skinny goofy loner at school but Ron was determined and signed up as soon as he could, and after three months of hell he had done it. Ronald Stoppable was a Colonial Marine.