Radiata Stories: Team of Mercenaries
In a futuristic Radiata, The guilds have been anxious for power and have moved in four separate directions, claiming whatever territories as their own. Jack Russell is waiting to enter the new Radiata Knight Operations Armada to serve in the army like his missing father, Cairn Russell. Can the world stay the same now that Jack is a soldier in training for an eventual war of the guilds?
Chapter Prologue: The New Armada and The Stories of War
A New Beginning? By Paul, Staff Writer
Times have changed since the old days of Mercenaries. Some good and some bad, like much of formally free and wild land. The Guilds have moved away from Radiata and have begun to claim lands in all separate regions surrounding our fair city. The once thriving, if not slightly insane Vareth Guild have closed down their doors and established the Blue Vareth in the northern lands of Radiata with their development of new and dangerous weapons programs.
The shady Green Void guild has expanded to the east of undiscovered terrain and now has full advantage of the unknown lands. Of course, their Spy and Assassination Programs are nothing to brush away either for their guild have reported many successful assassinations of top officials and other unknown people.
The once holy based Gold Olacion Temple have recently left their massive temple and relocated to the Southern region leaving a simple message of finding 'Priestess Enjela' though many do not believe it, few think there is corruption in the order and 'Enjela' is actually the name of their hidden Air and Satellite programs. The Temple denies these claims and never has spoken about it since.
Then there is the ever heroic. The Orange Vancoor was the last to leave Radiata but for different reasons. The once dubbed Theater Vancoor left in order to keep check on the other guilds' ambitions. They left to the west and have claimed territory over the Western side of Radiata. Their Vehicle and Mercenary Programs are ranked number one among the city's citizens.
Due to a strange drought that has not lifted for many years, the local farmland has dwindled to Solieu City and Tria Village. The local lands around the two cities have turned into unsettling desert terrain and the only green is left in those two cities. Each city has proclaimed support to Orange Vancoor and is willing to help them in any way.
Then in a controversial move, Radiata's President Jiorus IV proclaimed.
"For too long, Radiata has been split apart by warring Guild Mongrels and their ambitious goals to unite the land under their iron rule. I, for one believe it's time to defend our homeland and take the fight to those who oppose us! My fellow citizens, we must rise to the point to where we reach the aptitude of matching guild power, and in time, overpass and crush the guilds once and for all! I hereby ask each and every one of my citizens to come and join the pride of our Military might: The Radiata Knight Operations Armada!"
Jiorus IV then unleashed the first squadron of the new Radiata Knights. The first squad of soldiers marched proudly among cheering crowds as they marched to the north to do their first objective: Fortify a Garrison camp to do their spy program.
Jiorus also proclaimed that the newly formed army would be superior in all fields, even surpassing those of the warring guilds. I, for one wait to see if this is true, in these times, a war is all but inevitable. -Paul, Military reporter 01/29
The Price of Wars, The Price of Overconfidence by Captain Zeranium
The aspect of joining the Radiata Knights was a dream come true for some, others it was a nightmare. Those who fought for honor and fame had their dreams shattered when they saw their fellow comrade being disintegrated by an insane Vareth Weapon of mass destruction. Then the poor souls who had to enter combat with the Void never made it past the entry point of the shrouded forest when they were killed on the spot or captured and turned insane with their arsenal of hallucinating medicines or potions.
I was one of only a handful of survivors when we began a campaign to the south. At first, we were the most advanced group of this age and had no trouble defeating the petty resistance in their foot soldiers poor example of firepower. We were invincible and we suffered no casualties to make us stop. Our soldier's armor was bullet proof and had their advanced rifles from our R&D department. Our Tanks were slow but Impenetrable to rifles, bazookas and even an attack from another tank! We were ready to storm the HQ that our aircraft spotted from high and storm it we did! The strange part was that there were only a handful of soldiers that held on for a good hour by taking our combat groups in surprise from attacking two stories up to reaching the ground floor and rushing to their deaths. As soon as we confirmed it, my men and me approached the altar.
A computer was online and had a countdown timer that had a minute to go. We were naturally confused until I read the title: Complete Destruction of Bunker camp A. I told my men to get out of here as we rushed the hell out as the computer started to shake off the altar. We felt it; we felt death trying to claim us.
One survivor in a tank outside reported a flash and a beam from the East, heading towards our position and was getting ready for evacuation when we rushed out telling everybody to run for their lives. Our Battalion was already rolling away when the beam hit the building. A massive wave of energy blew me off my feet and I was unconscious as the searing pain from the wave hit me.
I awoke in a hospital bed inside Radiata City. The head doctor, Morfinn had told me that I was only one of four people who survived. A comrade, Tony and me, and two others who I didn't know. I was given a physical and was told that I would never see combat again. The other three saw the same fate, but were more relieved than ashamed.
All of us would never forget what we saw, what we felt.
I don't know about Tony or the other two, but I for one will be glad never to see combat ever again. -Retired Captain Zeranium.
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The field against the oppressors is slowly gaining for their favor. Our men are slowly losing hope…
That is…until you enlist. Join the Radiata knights and give hope to these fallen soldiers. Prove to them that the city has not given up! The future is calling…can you meet it?
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