Author's Note: Hi, everybody! Welcome to my first fanfiction story. Because this is my first fanfiction, I am pretty nervous about how the readers will respond to it. I really want to improve my writing skills though, so constructive criticism is welcome.
Also, I'm Dutch, so don't expect the best grammar in the world. Inform me if I make any mistakes.
This Ingress universe is a bit different from the game: there is a war where the Enlightened are the oppressive dictators who use the XM to indoctrinate the minds of their people. They are at war with the Resistance soldiers who hide in ruins and underground. Both factions use futuristic laser guns, not unlike those used in Terminator.
Also, my knowledge about Ingress is limited, and the same can be said about the Mob Talker Mod.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ingress, Minecraft or the Mob Talker Mod.
Chapter one: Cody's last mission
"Sergeant Boone!"
The loud, stern voice echoed through the tunnel, alerting everyone who was present. The voice belonged to a big, muscular man with hair as black as night and piercing dark blue eyes, which gave off an intimidating, authoritative vibe. His bulky body almost made it seem like his usual day consisted of lifting trucks, and his many scars emphasized his experience and skill in combat. He wore a black T-shirt with military camouflage pants and black, strong shoes.
The man in question was 50-year-old general Scott Boone, a highly respected Resistance soldier. His voice, combined with the glare on his face was enough to silence an entire room, as evident by the lack of sound in the tunnel he currently found himself in. His glare was directed at his son: sergeant Cody Boone, the only person around who managed to refrain from flinching when his father called out to him.
The 23-year-old sergeant was also muscular, though not as much as his father. He had a much slender and smaller body, making him faster and more agile. The only hair he had was a thin layer of dark brown thorn-like spikes. His facial hair was the same story. He had dark blue eyes, like his father, which always looked cold as ice and devoid of emotion.
Cody slowly turned around to face his father, who walked towards him until their faces were mere inches away from one another, the general's eyes burning with anger. The sergeant himself was unfazed by his father's glare; he had seen it many times before.
The general knew that his son was used to the glares he gave him, so he decided to get the heavy weight off of his chest. His glare intensified, and he slowly began to talk.
"Why?" he growled. "Why did you do it?"
His son glared back with his usual cold eyes. He didn't respond. He rarely did.
The silence made Scott even more angry; his blood was already boiling, but now it was starting to burn.
"Do you really think a suicide mission is the answer to all this!?" he shouted in his son's face. "Didn't you consider the fact that this will end in certain death for you, soldier!?"
Finally, Cody replied: "I did."
This seemed to piss Scott off even more at first, until his face turned from seething to saddened. His eyes and voice softened.
"Then why did you do it? Why did you volunteer?" he asked. "You can't do this. Send someone in your place."
His son scoffed in response. "'Send someone in my place'?" he snickered. "I would be no better than the Enlightened if I'd do something like that." He looked his father in the eye. "I think I'd rather die than let someone die in my place."
"I can't let you do this," Scott replied. "I won't. I'll send corporal Foreman in your place."
Cody scoffed again. "Harry? That kid doesn't even know how to fly a freaking jet. Let alone crash it into the building we need to destroy. Besides, if there's anyone who doesn't deserve to die, it's him."
Suddenly, his father's glare returned, giving him back his monstrous appearance. He growled and said: "I. Will. Not. Let. You. Go!"
And with that, he turned around and walked into the darkness of the tunnel.
Cody gritted his teeth in frustration and anger. He should've known his father would catch wind of his involvement in the mission eventually. Yes, it was a suicide mission, but it would end the war. The sergeant himself was born during that very war, so he never got to experience a peaceful life. And he wanted to give other people just that: peace.
Maybe… with a little bit of stealth he would manage to do the mission a few hours before schedule.
The next day, 06:00
Cody stealthily crept to where the jets were kept. He didn't need his father's interference in this case, so he decided to ignore pretty much every order thrown at him that had something to do with the mission. He didn't realize that he was actually going rogue, until he was about to enter the aircraft…
But he couldn't go back now. It was time to win the war, that people could no longer control the Exotic Matter created by the Shapers. It was time to give the ones that had fallen under its influence back their will and humanity.
He took a deep breath and cautiously entered the combat vehicle.
The cockpit was all too familiar to him: he had flown this thing many times before, mostly during attacks on the bases of the Enlightened. He remembered the confusion he felt when he first entered a jet like this. He never thought he would be able to fly it decently or even remember the controls. Now, he was said to be one of the best pilots in the Resistance despite his young age.
It was then that the sergeant mentally slapped himself for forgetting to open the hangar doors. He couldn't really fly through this base to leave through the front door, now could he? He chuckled at the image of the jet slowly but stealthily floating through the tunnels, barely fitting, only to burst out of the main entrance.
He quickly left the vehicle and walked to the control room. There, he found what he wanted: an old, somewhat rusty panel with way too many buttons, switches and screens.
He knew that once he opened the doors he had to act fast, as the sounds of said doors opening would be louder than a bomb blowing up. The last thing he needed was his father putting him into their little jail cell until the mission had a new 'hero'.
His hands automatically moved over the panel, pressing buttons and pulling switches to order the large doors to open. This wasn't new to him, either: when he wasn't on a mission, he was usually eating, sleeping, doing push-ups or controlling this panel.
His finger was only an inch away from the last button he needed to press, when he stopped. Should he really leave his father without saying anything? Cody's mother died when the boy was ten years old. She was with the Resistance too, and her squad was ambushed by Enlightened soldiers. The only survivor was the squad's second-in-command, lieutenant Ichor, who was forced to flee when the others were dead.
His father could be obnoxious, but that was no reason to leave him just like that. And what about my squad? Cody thought. They always see me as their leader, the example they have to follow. Would they even survive without my help?
But then he silenced himself. If the war would be over, they wouldn't have much trouble surviving. And if he was gone, the others would have more supplies to use. It was mandatory for all eighteen-year-olds in the Resistance to join their military, and everyone who was younger than that didn't get as much food. Sure, food was scarce for everyone, but the soldiers always got more than the rest because of their duties.
The sergeant made up his mind. "The food here is terrible anyway," he muttered. And with that, he pressed the button.
A roaring, ear-piercing noise broke the silence throughout the entire underground hideout as the large hangar doors opened. Cody ran out of the control room and into the jet, which he activated quickly. He buckled up and closed the cockpit, right when his father entered the hangar with a group of soldiers.
Scott's face was dripping with sweat as he ran through the hangar doors. It didn't take long for him to see what was going on: his son had gone rogue, and was now stealing a jet. No doubt for that mission of his. The general looked through the cockpit's window to see his son's face look back at him. Cody's eyes seemed much softer than usual as he stared back at his father.
"CODY!" Scott yelled in vain. The great determination in Cody's eyes was almost tangible. Father and son looked one another in the eye one more time.
Then, the sergeant took off and flew through the half-open hangar doors, leaving behind a broken Scott Boone.
Cody felt regret take over his mind as he flew through the air. His father had already lost almost everyone he cared about. Friends, family… his son was the only family the general had left and he knew it. But he felt that he had no choice. He wanted to end this war more than anything, even if it meant that he would die.
Right when Cody was done feeling regretful, he noticed that he was nearing the building he was looking for. It was in the middle of the city the Enlightened had built: Lumen.
He didn't need to worry about any defenses or being detected at all, as he was using a stealth aircraft. He had done his homework and planned ahead. This is why it is a suicide mission: the Resistance stealth jets don't have any weapons, and combat jets are easily spotted on the Enlightened radar. They would be destroyed if they even came somewhat close to the city.
The building was tall. This was it: the place where the top members of the Enlightened were having a conference right now. It was also where they kept the machines they used to control the portals, and countless other stuff that was vital for the survival of the Enlightened faction.
For the first time in a while, Cody felt an emotion he never liked to feel: fear. This was not only the end of the war, but also his end. He would not survive this.
But he pulled himself together. He was used to the fear of death. He had experienced it many times, and he had gotten over it. He had learned that death would be a liberation in this world: a release. Not something to be feared.
Cody took another deep breath and set course for the building. He went faster and faster until his speed surpassed the velocity of sound. As he raced for the building, many thoughts went through his head. His father. His friends. The end of the war.
Yes... the end of the war...
Here it comes. Brace for impact.
Cody's life flashed before his closed eyes as a vivid hallucination, before the jet crashed into the building.
Sergeant Boone's legacy was that of a man who ended the greatest war known in history.
The man had ended World War Three.
Please tell me what you think. Again, do not hesitate to give constructive criticism and point out any spelling/grammar errors.
Just go easy on me: this is my first story.
I hope I will keep the motivation to continue this story. Also, the MineCraft part will be introduced in the next chapter.
Have a nice day!