Author's note: This story is about the immediate events after the end of the movie, which i watched many times over and loved every part of it. I hope you enjoy my story! :) I might be adding new characters and new technologies as the story progresses, so do bear with me, it gets more interesting.
"Yes? What do you want?"
Rita Vrataski leapt up from her position on the floor of the training room, her face a mask of soothing anger. Her eyes burned into the very soul of Major William Cage, but Cage ignored it. After all, it was only the thousandth time he had seen her and heard her say that. However, this time, it was all very different.
A smile broke out on Cage's face, widening as he took in the sight of a sweaty Rita Vrataski. Unable to contain his laughter, he chuckled once, whispering, "Come with me." Cage and Vrataski walked past the soldiers in the preparation hall, where the soldiers fitted on their jackets, ever so brilliantly designed by the top scientists in the International United Defence Force, IUDF for short.
Vrataski caught up to Cage, matching his stride. "What did you call me out for? Major, I do not enjoy being disrupted during my training. Tell me what you need to tell me, and I will be on my way." Vrataski said in a calm tone, which contradicted her fiery expression on her face. "Walk faster then, we require to be alone before i tell you the details." Cage did not care to elaborate, for he already had done so one too many times. "Just follow me to my quarters, I require of your presence there." Saying no more, they had reached the end of the row of barracks and proceeded onwards to Cage's sleeping quarters.
Cage pressed his thumbprint into the biometric scanner and ushered Vrataski in. Ensuring that no one had followed them or seen then enter his quarters, he shut the door. Vrataski stood, hands akimbo, and demanded to know what was going on. "Your middle name is rose." Cage stated simply, and matter-of-factly."Wh-what?" Vrataski stopped mid-sentence and started to stutter. "I-i've never told anyone before! Unless…" Her eyes widened at the revelation, and she looked at Cage directly in the eye. "So you have the power? How did you get it? That power surge the General talked about, was that you in Paris?" A flurry of questions came from Vrataski, which Cage tried to answer.
"Yes, i do have it. I killed an alpha with an explosive, and i died on the battlefield. We worked together to find the Omega which was in Paris, and we killed it together. Before I died underwater, i was covered by the Omega's blood, so i guess i have its power now." Cage explained. "It wasn't easy, and I had lost the power by then, so we had to finish the job without dying. Luckily and ironically, i was saved by the same thing i had to kill."
Vrataski sat on his bed, trying to soak in the information. "So… you still have the power? That means you can technically die and still reset? That's amazing! Imagine the practical uses for that! You could win lotteries forever!" she said, with a little glint in her eyes that Cage ever so liked. She sat there, contemplating the ideas that flew through her head, each presenting itself with wonders. Cage stood there, taking in the sight of the "Angel of Verdun" or the "Full Metal Bitch", called behind her back. She was beautiful, with her dirty blonde hair, her pristine face devoid of any imperfection whatsoever, and her slender hips as she sat upright. Cage smiled, for the girl of his dreams was right in front of him.
"What are you smiling at?" Vrataski stood, glaring at him. Surely he must have stared too long at her! Cage looked away, embarrassed at his lack of self-control. Vrataski excused herself from his quarters, promising that they would meet at lunch, leaving Cage staring at the closed door, hoping she would come back. 10 minutes after Vrataski left, when it was evident that she was not coming back, Cage gathered himself with a sigh, and left his quarters to go around his daily checks and meetings. With the war won and the mimics dead, there were a lot of public relations to deal with, and the massive continent-wide cleanup of dead mimic carcasses, which they soon learnt would dissolve into an extremely potent and acidic substance not of Earth origin.
It was 10 00 hours as he strode into the meeting room that was already half-filed, and was soon to be full. The meeting started at 10 05, with boring statistics of casualties and the plans of cleaning up. Scientists were already devising chemicals to neutralise the acidic substance of the mimics, which they started calling decass, a mixture of the words decay and carcass. Cage slowly dozed off but was rudely awakened by his name being called. "Major William Cage! I asked you a question: How are we to respond to the public? Right now we have journalists clambering for our attention - and we have no one to speak to them as we are all busy! Quickly, formulate something to give them and I'd tell the logistics to hold a press conference at 12 00 hours." General Brigham said, and with that, the meeting was adjourned.
Cage sighed, it was already 11 00 hours, and he only had an hour to come up with something. Furthermore, he would probably miss lunch as the journalists, like hungry dogs, would lap up at any information he gave and spit out questions for him to answer. He hurried over to his quarters yet again, trying to think up of answers to questions the journalists would ask.
3 hours later, what seemed like a million questions, and a splitting headache, Cage stumbled out of the press conference, disorientated as hell due to the flashes from the damn cameras. He strode over to the mess hall, where he would finally eat his lunch and possibly find Vrataski. Alas, to his chagrin, Vrataski was nowhere to be found. He ate in silence, watching soldiers walk in and out of the mess hall, laughing and eating their food with joy. For Cage, it was a quick lunch, and he walked out of the mess hall and into another meeting.
This time, it was an urgent meeting for the scientists had discovered something - the acidic substance that the mimic carcasses dissolved into, decass, could be neutralised using calcium hydroxide, an alkaline substance that was already ordered to be put into mass production. Gallons of calcium hydroxide were already being airlifted through the dropships that had once carried men in jacket technology, covering vast battlefields were flora and fauna were being eaten away by the highly corrosive acid, an ironic image of the mimics' last parting gift to mankind.
However, the scientists had discovered something as well. When the battlefield near Paris was cleared with the calcium hydroxide, expedition teams were sent into the Louvre, where the Omega was located during the War. What they found was the remains of the Omega, blown apart by the grenade belt Cage has dropped into the Omega, and thankfully no Omega blood was found, seemingly evaporated into thin air.
Cage heaved a sigh of relief, causing a bunch of irritated faces to stare at him while the head of the research team was presenting their findings. Cage muttered his apologies as he wished he would get out of the meeting as soon as possible. Suddenly, a base-wide alarm sounded, with a high pitch whine. The head of the research team stopped the presentation, looking puzzled, as General Brigham stood up slowly, saying to no one in particular. "Oh, my god. It's a code red." The officers and majors ran out of the meeting room and out of the building, joined by the thousands of marines in the base, as they gazed upon the three meteors flying across the sky and crashing into the ground.
Cage stared in disbelief, for the meteors were flying in formation, and the only time that had happened was… "When the mimics landed", Cage said aloud, as a realization dawned upon him. The mimics were back.
And they were back to finish the job.
Author's note: So how did you like the story so far? Is it suspenseful? Did it have an interesting touch to it, or was it unbearably mundane? Please help me improve by reviewing and commenting on my style of writing and plot. Thanks and see you in the next chapter.
Update: So I received a review from a guest, talking about the chemical reaction between the acidic material left behind by the mimic's decaying body (Which I made up) and the usage of ethanol, a chemical that isn't alkaline or basic in nature, to neutralise/react the acidic compounds to form something harmless and water. I would like to clear up that when I wrote this chapter, I didn't bring in any actual scientific concepts, since I was writing fanfictions as a way of destressing from studying for my finals. What's the use of using chemical concepts in something that I'm doing to take my mind of chemistry? However, I do see how the guest is coming from. Having that said, I have decided to update my existing chapters and write the rest of the chapters much more accurately in terms of both writing and scientifically, since I'm going to venture into mimic biology. Also, I might use terms that I do not fully understand, and that's why I need you, the reader, to leave your reviews/comments and help me spot them out. (Don't get me wrong, I do proof read my writing. I don't usually have the time, but I do my best.)
That's all i wanted to talk about, I hope I clear up the misunderstandings and my wrongdoings. I hope you continue to enjoy the many stories and chapters I will continue to post, and always, have a nice day. :)