The Prophet Arrive
In the dead of the night, it began with a pillar of light.
In the sandy desserts of a bloody battlefield a flash of light was born, as bright as the sun for a fraction of a second, illuminating the yellow sands with it's glow until dissipating into a ghostly white. The light originated from the ground, steadily rising upwards until it resembled a straight line, almost like a sword. It continued this way until, with another flash of white light, it swung open. A curtain of white light moves away from the originating pillar, expanding and giving of the illusion of a doorway, expanding until a white plane 20 meters high and 50 meters long was formed. They came from there.
The first were innocent enough, at least compared to those that would follow. Men in black uniforms, wearing red goggles and arranged in standard battle formations recognized throughout the world. Some operated quietly, obviously trained to move quickly and strike without warning. Others were more obvious, squads led by men with the mark of the Hand and the fury of fanaticism that came with it. A few were cautious, dressed in camouflage clothing and wielding weaponry designed to tear open tanks. All of them were spread out across the immediate area of the Gate, securing the position and insuring that nothing would go wrong. After a short while, a brief radio transmission was sent back.
Distorted figured came forth from the doorway, and their visages were a horrid sight to see. A blasphemous amalgamation of steel and flesh, circuitry and veins, machine and man, marched forth. They walked with neither weakness or hesitation, their eyes set forward with the faith of a fanatic, their senses tuned to the environment with the practiced ease of experienced warriors. What was once their left hands were now razor sharp appendages, resembling that of the rotted limb, and were capable of ripping a man's bowels apart. What was once their right hands were now massive machine guns, firing ammunition with the capability to kill a normal man in seconds and leave their bodies a steaming pile of meat and bone.
Things of steel followed, painted in the black and red of their congregation. They were a curious group, motley tanks made up of different kinds of metal, long barreled 5 meter long artillery pieces, advanced stealth tanks capable of firing anti-tank missiles indiscriminately, 6 meter long walkers that spat laser and blew fire, and far more. They did not come in chaotic waves of metal death, nor in organized groups that spoke of high discipline. No, they came in a trickle, perhaps a stream, of armored forces with varied percentages of each tank class. An astute observer may have noticed that each group, judging from the obvious armaments they carried, were geared for different kinds of battle (With one group basically being a bunch of motorcycles and another seemingly capable of wiping out an armored platoon from a distance). An even more astute observer would realize that there were numerous versions of these, all spread equally among the stream of incoming tanks, and that there would be very little one could do to wipe out any specific kind of tanks without taking them all down.
Men in blackened armor, their crimson visors vaguely reminiscent of the knights of old, walked with these tanks. They wore obsidian capes with the sign of a stylized hand on it. They too moved liked their cybernetic brothers, with neither fear nor hesitation, the machinery installed into the cyborgs the only difference between the two. They carried with them a meter long shaft, attached to a protected pack on their backs. The sapphire fire from the tip of the rod hinted at it's true purpose, and their casual use of the weapon is far more telling. They had waded through the charred remains of the heretic far too many times to count.
From these men came even stranger men, with even stranger objects, and far stranger vehicles. Trucks began piling out of the doorway, carrying within them the precious cargo, the precious resource, that they hailed as a gift from their Lord. Within and around them were men in tinted green visors, constantly checking upon their datapads and muttering in a sly voice that no one trusted. Following them were a trio of crablike androids, perhaps 3 or so of them walking the sands of the North African dessert with all the elegance of crabs on land. Which is to say, none at all. Both were well protected, with infantry and tanks and mechanical walkers flanking both resource and commanders at once.
Dozens of aircraft hummed in the air above them, heating the night air as they hovered above the rapidly growing deployment site. Their gun turrets swiveled around and around, constantly looking for threats to the camp, constantly looking for the enemy. Kilometers away were their far more quick and stealthy counterparts, the bombers scanning hundreds of kilometers away from the deployment zone for the slightest hint of danger. Those that they found, they transmitted to their grounded brethren, who neutralized the threat with a flutter of red wings and cloaked men.
The last figure to come out was perhaps the most strange. A crablike android, much like those that came before but far larger and more opulent, walked forth from the doorway. Like ants following a superior being, legions of the blackened knights from before were present at the machine's feet, their flame-throwers on the ready to burn the heretic at any moment. In the space above it were a dozen hovering craft, their turrets and laser weaponry constantly scanning the skies for any threat to the man inside. Standing side by side were meters long walkers, their weaponry charged and ready to destroy any that threatened the Prophet. Tanks, their forms camouflaged, hid under it, serving as the last line of defense for the Leader of Nod.
And inside the construct, holding a glowing globe in his right hand that thrummed with knowledge and power, pondering upon this new world even as the portal closed behind him, was Kane.
The day was February 24, 2016. The Day The Prophet Arrived.
March 25, 2017
Siberia, Euro Britannia (exact location is unknown)
At the Brotherhood's encampment in the middle of taiga, a lone figure in wandering inside. He wears a black clothes like many clothes the Brotherhood used. His wandering is interrupted when another figure step inside the camp the first figure be.
The other figure is a man at his mid-twenties wearing the usual Nod's uniform (a/n: which is black). He have a blue eyes with blonde hair and beard (a/n: his beard is like the one Arabian or Russian have. I'll call it Arabian beard).
"You must be the person the Prophet always talking about; the Legendary Insurgent. Oh my, where are my manners? My name's Alexander, you can call me Alex. I am the new intelligence officer; replacement of Ajay." Said the second figure, Alex.
"It's good to meet you, Brother Alex." Replied the first figure, the Legendary Insurgent.
"Well, I don't know what to say anymore. So, I think I continue this conversation with explaining this world's superpowers?"
"Go ahead, Brother."
"OK. First, the Chinese Federation. It's one of the three dominant superpowers in this world. While it might be more respectful of human rights than its Britannian counterpart, the Chinese Federation is still an imperial monarchy with most of the power concentrated in the hands of High Eunuchs, the Empress Tianzi now serving more of a symbolic role. When the High Eunuchs were in power, the Chinese Federation seemed to operate along communist ideology, since the wealth is supposedly distributed equally among its citizens, even though only the High Eunuchs benefit from it."
"The former Soviet Union was also like that. Only Stalin and his 'inner circle' who get the benefit." Comment the Insurgent.
"True, Commander. The geography of the Federation is almost all of Asia. The military doctrine of Chinese Federation is, to put it simply, mass-armor, mass-infantry, mass everything, like juggernaut. But it's not like GDI."
"That's more than enough. Move on."
"Second, the European Union. A democratic region laden with decadence and bureaucracy, the European Union is at war with the Holy Britannian Empire. The European Union is probably the most democratic of the three superpowers, but is also very divided. Beyond this, little is known about the Union's government, though it is likely some kind of council with representatives from each member-state present. This council has, from some of our sources, been referred to as the Central Hemicycle. The capital of the E.U. is Paris."
"Wait a minute, why we have so little information about its government?" Ask the Insurgent.
"Well, turns out, the Union have a tight security system. Also, the Union is the latest place where we built our influence." Replied Alex.
"Make sense. How about their military doctrine?"
"The European Union's collective military forces are divided into individual national forces referred to as "state armies," though the exact nature of these armed forces is not clear. From what iwe got, the most used Knightmare Frame is the Panzer-Hummel, which appears to be somewhere between the technological level of the Chinese Gun-Ru and standard Britannian Knightmares, though they are shown to be quite effective against Sutherlands and Gloucesters at range. While the Chinese Gun-Ru is an inferior but mass-produced model used in swarm attacks, both the E.U. and Britannia have a quality-over-quantity approach to their mech designs: a relatively small number of elite and powerful (albeit more expensive) armored units are supposed to dominate the battlefield out of proportion to their numbers."
"Looks like there's another version of GDI in this world."
"I hope there isn't another one. One more thing, despite the fact that E.U. is the 'good guy', they actually also did what the Britannian did. Like, disrespect towards 'those below them'. One of the example is calling Japanese Eleven."
"What a hypocrite. Now, the big bad."
"You're right, Commander. Holy Britannian Empire is a nation born from the defeated remnants of the British Empire and is this world's dominant military superpower that ruled over one-third of the world and one of the large Empire-unions that control Earth initially in the early 21st Century."
"Correction; their early 21st Century." Replied the Insurgent.
"Of course. Well remembering that you already know most of the important stuff about Britannia, let's just go straight to their military. It is believed to be one of the largest, most powerful, and most technologically advanced military in this world."
"Not anymore."
"Man, can't wait to see their face. Anyway, back to the topic. One of the most interesting thing part is the Britannian Foreign Legion. To put it simply, if the conquered citizens, or number as they call it, want to fight in Britannian military, they can." Explain Alex.
"What makes them do it?" Ask the Insurgent.
"Many reasons. But mostly because that is one of the few ways to make a living. Despite in the military, they still receive harsh treatment."
"Let's hope when we capture some of them, they more than willing to join the Brotherhood."
"And if they don't?"
"We'll leave it to the Marked of Kane."
Alex shuddered when he hear it. Being a POW of the Marked is one of the last thing you want.
"Well, now about their military doctrine...I guess I'll just print it for you. Their doctrine is kinda confusing." Said Alex.
"Affirmative, Brother." Replied the Insurgent.
"So, I heard I'll be tasked with you."
"Yes, you'll be my intelligence officer like Ajay."
"My I know where we being tasked?"
"The Prophet tasked us at Area 11, the former Japan."
That should be enough for prologue.
BTW, some paragraphs at the top is a copy from a thread I read. I want to ask the one who have it a permission, but I can't.
Also, the Legendary Insurgent is your Nod's character at Tiberium Wars.
If you have question or suggestion, feel free to tell me.
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