Hello, echo. (Echo, echo, echo.) No problem, I'll still create a story of this series but not update as fast as my other stories. I like this game series.

"Alright maggots. Welcome to basic training and I hope you're ready for what's out in space." A drill sergeant walked passed the recruits. After the end of the war, the Veterans gathered together and decided to promote the idea for a world military of the EDF.

"I am Drill Sergeant Breeze. Before any of you numbskulls ask that stupid question, yes I am American and I did fight in the war eight years ago." The man shouted into a recruit's face.

"This isn't home and I am not here to comfort you. Should the Ravagers return, we need tough soldiers. We survived the impossible, and it's my job for us to do so again." The sergeant walked past the recruits.

The motion for a planet wide military was passed in just a week. Japan and Germany took charge of the weapons development and research. America, Russia, and Japan stand as the leading countries toward soldier training. Europe had the job of manufacturing the equipment for use. Brazil, Australia, Africa, and Canada had the task of housing and transportation of EDF equipment. Finally with France and South Korea researched more efficient food. The Coalition of ran like a well-oiled machine.

Before Myles could finish his thoughts, the drill sergeant was shouting into his face. Man, he needs to brush his teeth. Myles leaned back. The sergeant continued to shout about something of him being bug food.

Myles returned from his thoughts to see everyone stare at him.

"Drop and give me fifty pushups!" Drill Sergeant Breeze kept shouting toward everyone.

Everyone complied and the soldiers everyone dropped to the floor. Myles took a moment to look at his surroundings. The training facility was one inside a city building in Tokyo, Japan. Not like a two floor building mind you. But a twenty floor building where the recruits can't leave for the next three months, then after the initial soldier breaking, the recruits are divided up and sent to various new training locations. This was the weed out program.

All men of various ages were at this training facility. Mostly Japanese, but some were foreigners like him. He looked back to the ground. He continued to keep quiet. After that, the recruits were ordered to do various and tiring exercises for the next six hours. Myles felt like his heart was going to give out.

By the time it was over, everyone was exhausted and the lights of the facility were so bright, there was no real way to tell the passage of time. It was time for lunch or dinner, Myles didn't care, and he felt exhausted none the less. With a tray in hand, sat down at the mess hall.

"Hey there." A voice called as a young man sat down.

"Oh hello."

"Rough day huh?" The man smiled before scooping out a bite of his noodles.

"No kidding, this is just day one but by the end of this, I think I'll be in the best shape of my life." Myles joked. He didn't feel like he needed to be anywhere at the moment.

"I hope I feel the same way." Myles got a good look at the young man. He appeared to be in his late teens as had short black hair and looked to be rather fit. His eyes were of a dark hazel with a visible scar emanating from his collarbone. The young man noticed Myles' stare.

"Oh, this? I got this during the invasion, a building shattered from a Hector attack." (Hectors are giant humanoid robots that have weapons for arms.) The young man drank his water. "I got careless for a moment and I tripped into a metal foundation of the building and nearly gutted myself." The young man laughed.

"Some story. Were where you hit?" Myles took a bite of his rice.

"In the Inaba Province, about a day before the Mothership was destroyed. My name is Iori Takeda." The young man nodded.

"Myles Anderson. I was in Tokyo in the first day of the invasion. I remember seeing the Mothership hover above the city." Myles recalled the noise and screaming of bugs, soldiers, and people.

"So what brings you here to the Glorious EDF." Iori made sure to sound sarcastic.

"I'm just repaying the favor to the men who died." Myles took a moment to refrain from eating.

"Ah, I'm sure everyone else has to feel the same why."

"So why are you here?"

"To see if I can earn my why into the tech programs." Iori smiled. "I want to use . That, and I keep failing the college exams." Iori's smiled faded.

"That sounds like a fair goal. So I take it you're going for the Range division?" Myles asked with intrigued curiosity.

"Nah, I don't think I'll be much help there." Iori shrugged.

"Now I see, you're going for the Air Raiders." Myles nodded.

"Exactly. That's the division that'll give me the best chance to prove myself." The young man smiled. The men inside the started to chatter about for the next ten minutes as Iori and Myles took the time to get acquainted with each other. Other men did the same as a forty year old man walked to the table of Myles and Iori.

"Gentlemen, I've noticed that you two are pretty laid back and I was hoping you wouldn't mind the 'old man' to join you." The man had black hair mixed with grey. He looked to be rather fit for this age. He was Japanese and his skin looked to be tanner than most of the other recruits. Myles had to guess he was from the fishing towns in the southern region of Japan.

"I have no problem with that." Iori made a light palm with his right hand and gestured the man to sit down. The man nodded before he sat down.

"My name's Junpei Takeshi." The man took hold of a yellow fleshy apple and took a bite. "In case you're wondering like everyone else. I was a man who wasted his life in front of a desk and now, I just want to be part of something."

"You seem like a guy who understands the world." Iori shrugged.

"Not really kid, I wasted my life in the ideal form of living I grew up trying to embody. That sucked the life out of my soul and from now on, I'll truly be my own man." Junpei gave a hearty laugh then started to cough on the apple piece he took a bite out of. He pounded his chest to cough some more but prevailed in not choking. Iori was already standing up and was ready to help Junpei.

"Thanks for the assist." Junpei joked. Everyone in the mess hall just watched and returned to their business. Myles talked about the war some more and after five minutes, it was time to return to the bunks. Everyone was divided up into three and last name. So Myles was the first one to be closest to the door and his new companions were spread out. The first day was over and now, in the coming weeks will be weapons training. Myles was really looking forward to that. He closed his eyes to let his mind drift into tranquility.

Thanks to all who may have returned. It's been a while but this story will get treatment it deserves. As for what will be said in the universe crafting, this me interpreting the world if there really was a nail biting war for humanity's existence. With that out of the way, thank a you so much for reading and have a pleasant day. Also, I respond to all reviews in the Response Corner.

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