(Forward Note: Went back and made a change involving the equipment. Didn't like using too old equipment so I removed the M12 Vest and M1 Helmet to the PASGT Vest and Helmet)

Prologue: A Brave New World

August 12th, 2115

The Frontlines

Everything was grey and brown. The land was torn apart by conflict and artillery. Tanks were rolling across rough terrain. Trees were shattered by bullets or shells. It was basically like the First World War all over. Just only in a different location. Death was pretty much everywhere here. It lurked in the trenches the two sides dug, the land between one and the enemy, the skies. It flew through the air, killing those with their heads up or those who clumped too close together. Sometimes a few would be lucky enough to get grazed by it and live to tell the tale. Others, not so much. It was a horrible scene for both sides, but they still fought either way. For one side, they were fighting to destroy their enemy permanently along with its government and its people. For the other side, it was a fight for their proud and long standing nation's survival.

The trenches on one side were crawling with Olive Drab uniform figures scrambling to hold the line against a wave of green armored tanks and brown uniformed and lizard-camo clad soldiers. The soldiers in the trenches were firing their various weapons, nearly all modern day like with black metallic paint and bodies, at the attackers. The attackers often hide behind their own tanks for cover, which made small arms fire useless against the enemy at certain points. Most soldiers in the trench wore a basic light OD uniform with combat boots, light rigging for ammo and packs, and a PASGT helmet with a light OD cover over it. The patch on their sleeves was the US Flag on one sleeve and the patch on the other was that of the 82nd All American Infantry Division.

Two American soldiers were firing an LMG at the attackers in an attempt of suppressing while several others were busy getting AT weapons or some charges. The other rapidly fired their Assault Rifles and Carbines at the attackers throughout the trench, desperate to hold back the advancing forces. A soldier rushed down the trench, often having to step over dead soldiers that had fallen back into the trench. He was carrying ammo towards one of the LMG crews that were getting low on ammo at their end. As he did, a different soldier rushed past him in the opposite direction with a few more similar to him in tow.

These Americans were no ordinary soldiers judging by their equipment and weapons. These were members of the United States Marine Corps. They wore basic light OD uniforms similar to the Army except they didn't wear the basic rigs. These men had PASGT vests in a dark green color and wore OD cloth covered PASGT helmets on their heads while one simply wore his light OD eight-point cover. The Marines had the same American Flag patch on their sleeve like the army but on the other sleeve, they had the Marine Corps Globe Eagle and Anchor emblem on the other with a red background shield.

The Marines rushed down the trench line with a few of them carrying SRAW anti-armor missile launchers to knock out some of the enemy armor. A few had to duck down when an enemy tank rolled over their trench, the treads inches from their heads. The one with the Utility cap quickly pulled out a block of some sort, armed it and stuck it on the underbelly of the tank. The tank rolled on but after moving at least a good fifty yards with its speed, it exploded in a ball of fire. The Marine grimly noted his work before continuing to follow his fellow Marines down the line. Nearby an American soldier fell onto one Marine who simply shoved him off the corpse which had a bullet through its head.

A machine gun echoed through the air amidst the sounds of tanks moving, rifle fire and explosions. Several of the brown uniformed soldiers along with a few of the Lizard camoed ones fell over as a US Machine Gun crew fired their portable medium machine gun from the far left trench. The gunner gritted his teeth while the handle of the Medium MG and the buttstock vibrated against him whenever he held down the trigger. The machine gunner was shouting over his fire at the enemy, unaware that one of the approaching tanks aimed its turret at the crew's position. The crew barely had a chance to flee or even scream as they were engulfed by the explosion created from the 90mm cannon of the enemy tank.

The Marines finally reached the position they were requested to and began to ready themselves. The Marines carrying the SRAWs armed the tubes while the others started to call out enemy tanks for them to try and target. A few of the other Marines and remaining soldiers still alive in the trenches began to suppress and/or kill any hostile infantry that was advancing with the tanks to keep the pressure off the AT crews. The Marines in question used somewhat older weaponry in comparison to the US soldiers but that didn't prevent them from doing their jobs correctly. One Marine aimed his SRAW at an enemy tank to the far right, double checking the area behind him. Once he knew no one was behind him, he fired the rocket at the target. The rocket streaked across the crater pocked grounds of No Man's Land towards the side of the hostile tank. Some of the infantry behind the tank noticed this and tried to scramble out of the way to no avail.

The rocket impacted the side of the tank, sending most of its explosive force into the interior of the tank. The crew inside were instantly killed from the blast as the flames literally ripped throughout the tank to the point it blasted the hatches open. Several soldiers that had once used the tank for cover were either blown back by the blast or laid dead on the dirt with shrapnel covering their corpses. The others who were lucky enough to survive the blast took shelter behind the now destroyed tank as the fighting intensified.

The Marine started the process of reloading as another Marine popped up with his rifle. He had a grenade launcher below the barrel which was ready to go. He carefully aimed at some enemies who were taking cover in the no man's land behind a ruined armored vehicle. The M203 grenade flew out of the barrel, spiralling through the air towards the position. The grenade impacted about three yards to the left of the position. The explosion killed one of the hostiles with shrapnel while the others were shielded from the fragments by the corpse.

One of the lone hostile tanks aimed its turret over at the position the Marines were located as it slowly advanced without infantry support. Some of the Marines scrambled to relocate while others tried to ready the rockets at it. However, the firing of the 90mm cannon pretty much cut off any chance of destroying it. An explosion of dirt, mud and blood flew all over as one Marine was thrown against the wall of the trench roughly by the force. His Utility cap was blown off and landed in the mud next to him. He had blacked out for a moment due to the force and didn't realize he was the only survivor in that part of the trench.

The remaining Army units began to fall back towards the second line of defense, some stepping over the Marine without bothering to check him. The lone tank began to roll towards the retreating soldiers, firing its MGs at their heads that were sticking out of the trench often. The Marine slowly stirred himself awake, weakly glancing down at the blood that covered his hands. He looked around the trench to find himself surrounded by dead soldiers and Marines in various positions. He reached over and slowly placed his muddy cap back on with a grim look on his face. He carefully scoped up one of his satchel bags nearby with a plan in mind. He opened the bag which was full of C4 charges and one working wireless detonator. He carefully armed the charges before zipping it up and taking the detonator into his hands.

The tank was slowly rolling towards his trench, unaware of him being the sole survivor in it. It's focus was on the Infantry retreating towards the secondary line so the crew didn't notice when the Marines slowly pulled himself out of the trench. The tank was about less than thirty yards away from the lone Marine who slowly began to twirl the bag over his head in an attempt to throw it at the tank. Grim and mud covered his OD uniform and tan skin as brown eyes glared at his intended target. He released a yell when releasing the spinning bag in the direction of the tank.

One of the crew spotted the lone Marine out in the open and the turret traversed towards him. The bag sailed through the air and landed right in front of the tank as it slowly rolled to a stop. The Marine found himself staring down the barrel of the nearby tank and instantly pulled the detonator the same time the tank tried to fire. The C4 erupted underneath the tank, sending the powerful blast through the underbelly of the tank. The crew barely screamed as the explosive force literally disintegrated them. The tank slowly appeared to expand before tears in it allowed most of the flames and force to escape through the destroyed tank. The force of the blast sent the young Marine flying back, shrapnel slowly flying around him. He fell back against the trench and hit his back against its wall upon impact.

The Marine, having been hurt by the earlier blast, slowly lost consciousness once more. As he fell into a deep sleep, he was unaware that he began to fade away in a white glow. He simply slept while the glow made him seeming fade out of existence. To a more religious person, it seemed that he was whisked away by the Heavens themselves with that glow. However, no one was there to witnessed it with the US Army falling back to the secondary line while the invaders fell back as well to lick their wounds from the first failed offensive on that day.

Crickets. Crickets were the first thing that the Marine heard as he slowly woke up. Which was odd since he didn't think crickets would be on a battlefield. He slowly glanced around, his head slightly hurting from the battle. He took notice that he was no longer on a battlefield anymore or any field really. Instead he was propped up against some tree in some forest of some sort. He slowly glanced down at himself and noticed he was still covered in mud and blood. He slowly got to his feet while taking his carbine off his back. He carefully glanced around one more time before moving through the woods.

He kept glancing at the rather blue sky along with the treeline to find some signs of people or even where he was at. However, it seemed like the war had left the area untouched or simply the frontlines was nowhere near this place. In fact, he had no idea where he was even at this point. For all he knew, he could be behind enemy lines or something. Needless to say, he did his best on trying to find out where he was.

The Marine instantly stopped for a moment upon catching sight of a certain tree. He could help but stare at it for a few moments. It was out of place for where he was last at and last time he checked, palm trees only grew out west in California and Hawaii and down south near the coastlines of the East Coast. The sound of a ship's horn caused him to raise his rifle in the direction and revealed a clearing ahead. The Marine lowered his rifle slowly as he approached the clearing. He took a few more steps before shielding his face with his arm from the sun. It took a few moments to adjust to it but when he finally could see, he slowly let his rifle slip to his back on his sling.

Down below was a rather large fishing village along a coastline. There was a passenger ship down at the harbor unloading various people and cargo into a village that looked like something he read in books or seen in old posters and pictures. The area was massive and covered in various homes that looked like Asian in design. He was shocked by this, remaining speechless at the sight. He couldn't believe it really and yet there it was, standing right in front of him and bustling with people.

The Marine double checked the town for any noticable banners or flags of either the United States or the two enemy countries that were hell bent on its destruction. Seeing that there were no such items, he carefully made his way towards the beach outside of the town, keeping his carbine slung on his back but the safety off in case he needed it. He did plan on entering the town but wanted to get most of the blood and grime off of him so no one would freak. He trudged on for about fifty yards until his boots were moving across the sand. He carefully pulled off his pack and his vest before moving towards the water.

He knelt down in the sand and was ready to wash himself when he stared down at his hands. His hands were covered in dirty athletic tape, blood of him and his fellow soldiers and Marines, grime, and mud from the trenches. However, what got to him the most was the blood all over his hands. He slowly took in the fact that nearly his fellow squad mates, people he has been around for at least over a year or so, were all killed today trying to stop an enemy advance. Every single person he knew or made friends with gone. He was now alone once more in his life and that's what hurt the most to him.

The Marine closed his hands into fists, tears slowly running down his eyes. He sniffled a few times before roughly wiping the tears off his cheeks. Despite the heavy emotional blow, he couldn't break down now. He was still alone in potentially hostile territory in a region he didn't know. He had to simply box it up for now and look forward to the task of reuniting with US forces if possible.

After peeling the tape off his hands, he dipped them into the water for a moment before scooping up a handful of water. He closed his eyes and splashed his face with it. He sat on the beach for a moment, taking a few breaths of air before wiping his face with a rag he had in his pocket. The rag came away dirty but it did the job getting most of the dirt and blood off his face. He kept at it, wiping his arms and parts of his uniform. He did the best he could and somewhat knocked most of it off into the water. He slowly tossed the rag aside once he was done, the cloth in question being too dirty to use again.

He walked back over to his gear and sat next to it. He slowly pulled his vest and rigging on for the moment. The Marine leaned back for a moment, pulling out a canteen from his belt. He unscrewed the lid and drank from it, the fresh water running down his throat to quench his thirst. After pulling the canteen away, he let out a sigh of refreshment, glad he was able to get a moment of peace after all the chaos he went through. The horrid black and white octopus like monster bursting to the surface of the waterline scared the crap out of him more than the fucking tank showdown did.

The creature unleashed an unnatural scream which pretty much alerted everyone in the town nearby. The Marine quickly lunged for his pack for something as one of the beast's tentacles wrapped around his left leg. It tried to pull him towards the water in hopes of making a meal out of him. He dragged his pack with him in an attempt to slow it down as well as getting the item needed for this. He desperately clawed at the wooden stock in its holster, getting a firm grip on it. The beast yanked hard, forcing the Marine to let go of his pack after he finally loosened the object needed. He gripped the shotgun with both hands and slowly pulled himself into a semi sitting position while being dragged by the beast. He carefully aimed at the tentacle that was clinging to his leg and pulled the trigger.

A loud blast echoed as people began to rush towards the beach with various weapons in hand. The creature let out a scream of pain as the tentacle was blown into a bloody stump with part of it still on the Marine's leg. The Marine pumped out the spent shell and scrambled to his feet. He yanked the still wriggling piece of tentacle from his leg and tossed it aside. He aimed at the beast and blasted at its body. Another chunk was blown off while he pumped in a new shell. A tentacle lashed out with the Marine narrowly ducked down in time to avoid being struck by it. His Utility cap was knocked aside revealing his short black hair to the world. The third tentacle though struck him in the torso which sent him flying back. He felt the wind knocked out of him despite his vest taking most of the blunt force and hit the sand hard, losing grip on his shotgun. A fourth and fifth tentacle wrapped around his right leg and left arm and began dragging him fast towards the beast's wide and sharp teeth filled beak while glare at him with its blood red eyes.

The Marine used his free right hand to pull a grenade off his rig with one goal in mind. He reached over and used his left hand to unhook the pin from the nade while releasing the spoon from it. He reared his arm back and carefully aimed at the monster's open beak. He threw it and it ended up landing in the water in front of the creature who let out a scream. The Marine snarled in anger and gave a rather vulgar response to it.

"Yeah! Fuck you too!" The grenade went off underwater but due to the fact it was shallow water, the fragments did their job. The monster was literally shredded by the fragmentation grenade, instantly letting go of the Marine. It made a gurgling noise from what he could only assume was blood pouring into its mouth and throat. The Marine slowly crawled away from it, reaching his shotgun once again. He slowly got up once more, now covered in wet sand all over. He carefully aimed it at the dying beast, moving up cautiously in case it tried to make a dying attack.

He was able to get a better look at it, noting that it had some sort of bone like armor around its facial area and traces of red lines all over its body as well. He had never seen such a monstrosity before in his life nor even heard of such a creature dwelling in water. He knew that radiation and the infamous Radiation Accelerated Disease would twist people and things into mutants but nothing like this. Not that he cared at this point really since he was only a Marine and not a scientist. He raised the shotgun at its face and gave it the final blow by pulling the trigger. The heavy 4 Gauge round tore through its bone mask and blew its face apart. The Marine took a few steps back, pumping his shotgun to eject the spent shell and load in a new one.

Around the beach, people began to mutter to themselves and held weapons either at ease or at the ready at the sight in front of them. They had witnessed a stranger successfully kill a rather dangerous monster by his lonesome with a mere shotgun and grenade. They glanced at one another as the stranger simply stared at the corpse, his breathing heavy from the scare and fight. He slowly fell to his knees, holding his shotgun by the barrel in one hand as a support. By this point, the adrenaline rush was starting to fade away with a heavier aftermath. He was very ragged and out of it for now, his mind somewhat clouded.

In the crowd of people staring at the stranger, one of them stepped in front of the group with a few more people around him. The one at the very front was a rather large man with white skin, black hair and a beard and yellow eyes of all things. The one next to him was a shorter woman with black styled hair, yellow eyes as well and white skin. What stood out the most for this woman was the set of black cat ears on the top of her head. The third figure was an average sized man with short brown hair, a pair of brown rabbit ears on his head and brown eyes under his pair of clear round glasses.

The stranger slowly glanced over at the crowd, still panting from the fight. His eyes slowly widen when he took note of the animal features on many of the people in the crowd and the amount of weapons among them. He quickly scrambled to his feet while pushing his thoughts of exhaustion aside. He quickly determined how far the distance was between him and his pack which his carbine rested on. The shotgun in his hands would only get so much range and it wasn't using slugs so hitting anything at this range was a no go. Pretty much the carbine was his only option.

Every person that was armed readied their various weapons and stances when the stranger had moved into a defensive stance. They had no idea who he was but he was considered a possible threat by those around. The stranger slowly reached for something on his vest and pulled off a small canister from his vest. He pulled something on the top end and reared his arm back immediately. He threw it forward and instantly everyone started to back up or run away from it. The tall man instantly pulled the woman into an embrace as the grenade landed directly at their feet. He turned his back towards it with the intent on taking the brunt of the explosion to keep his wife safe. However instead of being blasted away by a grenade, it made a hiss as black smoke began to fill the area.

While the crowd was running away or taking cover from a smoke grenade of all things, the Marine sprinted towards his pack. He picked up his Utility cap along the way and slammed it down onto his head. He reached his pack and grabbed it, strapping the shotgun into its holster. He quickly grabbed his carbine and ran while slinging the backpack onto his back. He ran up hill and back into the jungle like area just as people began to realize it was a smoke grenade.

The man let go of his wife and rushed through the smoke to the other side to witness the stranger rush into the jungle. He began to shout at the others in plain English and they began to pursue the stranger who was probably fleeing them. They had no idea why he ran or threw a grenade at them but they planned on capturing him and finding out why one way or the other.

The Marine dashed through the jungle, nearly tripping a few times as fear entered his body. He was freaked out by the people themselves and questioning his own sanity at this point. Humans are not supposed to have animal ears, eyes or tails as far as he knew. To him, it must be a new strain of the RAD virus that are afflicting them. Either that or he just happened to encounter a tribe that happened to be cosplayers or furries. Nonetheless, he was outnumbered and outgunned so his only option was to evade the enemy. Unknown to the Marine, his feelings of fear and shock were attracting something more darker to his location. The beast was making a beeline towards the source, wanting to kill whatever it was so it could be satisfied with completing a task of killing one of its enemies.

He kept running, hearing the calls of his hunters behind him. He took a glance back for a moment to see them far off behind him in the distance but still giving chase. He turned his head back and immediately stopped in front of a brunette rabbit eared girl that looked at him in surprise. She looked around seventeen or so with her long hair and chocolate brown eyes staring at him with surprise and timidness. She was only clothed in a pair of khaki capris, a baby blue blouse, and a pair of running shoes. The only thing she carried was some satchel or box with a sling around her torso.

He must have been a sight to see with the splotches of blood, grim and now sand all over his uniform. Still he was in shock mainly by the pair of brown rabbit ears on her head. Out of mere curiosity, he reached out and felt them to realize they were in fact real. The girl's face was red from embarrassment to the point she didn't realize there was a massive beast approaching the two behind her. The Marine dropped his carbine to the jungle floor in exchange for ripping out his shotgun. He shoved the girl down with a push to her chest as the black and white gorilla creature threw its arm out towards him. He managed to fire the trigger the same time the massive arm slammed into its side. The result was him flying to the side and the gorilla's head exploding from the 4 gauge blast to the face.

The Marine slammed full speed into a tree, his head hitting it the most. He instantly fell into the dirt with his vision slowly turning black. He could barely making out the party reaching both him and the girl before everything slowly turned black. He weakly reached his arm out, whether it was out of hope or desperation he did not know for sure, but muttered what he thought was his final word.

"Not...like...this..." After that, everything went black.

This is pretty much a change from Team GRVL and GOR. The elements and characters from it might return in a new series but everything has been overhauled and AUed. GRVL is no more in these new stories. Greg may or may not return but instead we have a new team with a new name and character's overhauled. USBiased, formerly Armyrecon and Marinerecon, is back for now. Also I will eventually get around to other stories. For now, this will be my current project along with Generation Gate and a possible GOR Take 3 if I can get TheAssassin'sMentor back. He's a very busy guy now.