Here is the second chapter of the revised Return of Chaos, enjoy!

6000 years ago, Planet Earth.

The night was filled with the drums of war. Screams of death and pain resounded across the echo of the night. Explosions and fire lit up the dark sky as eight figures jumped from a United Nations Republic Battleship. The United Nations Republic or UNR had been fighting against an alien race known as the 'Hydra' who claimed to be the first born of all sentient creation. It was foretold in the Hydra folklore that after they rebelled against the All-Father, an winged spirit came down from the heavens to deliver this message.

'By His image you were made, By His image you will fall.' The Hydra ignored these warnings and spent the next hundreds of years conquering and enslaving weaker sapient races. The Hydra used their demonic influence to corrupt the populace of other worlds to do their bidding, truly a fate worse than death. When the Hydra had made first contact with humanity twenty years ago and saw they were made in the All-Fathers's image they immediately declared war on humanity and had begun wiping out the human race fearing that the humans would defeat them. The human race proved to be a force to be reckoned with as the UNR instilled heavy damage on Hydra forces but it was a losing battle. Humans were physically superior to most Hydra but were heavily outnumbered which resulted in the the destruction of Man's empire save his homeworld Earth where our story begins.

"Command this is Captain James Iverson of the 97th Skyjumper Corps. We are en route to Chicago." The human Captain said. Captain James Iverson was a large man standing at nearly several feet and weighing close to three hundred pounds. He was about sixty five years old but due to scientific advancements, humans could live to be nearly two hundred with prime physical youth pushing till the age of 170. In other words, 65 was the new 20. He had darker tan skin with short brown hair and very deep green eyes. His entire physique littered with scars and injuries from years of combat. He was the commanding officer of the 97th Skyjumper Corps. The Skyjumpers were a group of elite human soldiers who used jetpacks to fly in to the fight from ships or into enemy vessels during a space battle. Skyjumpers were trained in increased artificial gravity which gave their bones and muscles thicker density allowing for more strength and resilience than that of a normal human. Their armor was made of an extremely dense and light metal called Solarium. Solarium was not a natural mineral found on Earth but found on the human colony on the planet Chronisia. The Skyjumper's armor had a built in jetpack and thrusters allowing for long periods of flight and aerial combat.

"Roger that Captain, you know what he have to do." Command replied to the captain.

"I know sir, Iverson out." Iverson said as his team continued to fly towards the old city of Chicago. 90% of Earth was occupied by the Hydra and 99% of humanity had been killed. Every other human colony world had been either conquered or destroyed by the Hydra. The entire Hydra fleet was surrounding Earth with hundreds of billions of the foul creatures descended upon the last free world in the know universe.

"Iverson." A lieutenant by the name of Dominic Navarro said. "Are we doing what I think we are?"

"Fraid so Dom." Iverson replied to his old friend. Unlike Iverson, Navarro only stood at 5'7 and only weighed 200 pounds. Navarro was also very tan since he was of italian descent. He had very short black hair and brown eyes. The two met at Chronisia Military Academy and had been friends ever since.

"Fuckin bastards." Navarro said cursing the Hydra.

"Team, this is Iverson, Roll call." Iverson said.

"Private Tommy Dean Lee reporting sir!" A young southern boy responded. Tommy Dean was the youngest in the squad and one of the tallest after Iverson standing at 6'4. He had very tan skin with long and curly blond hair. His family owned a beef ranch in Texas before the war started. Tommy was a skilled marksman and close quarters fighter. He carried a sniper rifle and pump action shotgun.

"Private Tony Barelli reporting sir!" A gruff and angry voice said. Tony Barelli was the largest one in the squad after Iverson. Tony stood at an intimidating 6'6 265 pounds. He had longer black hair which was covered in a skull and crossbones bandana. He had whiter skin with a grayish tint where his facial hair grew in. He had light blue eyes and was know for his extreme temper. He was the teams heavy weapons expert and carried a chaingun.

"Private Andy Barelli reporting sir!" Tony's older brother, Andy, said. Despite being four years older than his brother, Andy was smaller than his brother standing at 6'5 240 pounds. He had browner long hair with very white skin. He had blue eyes just like his brother. Andy was the wise-ass of the squad constantly making jokes and poking fun at his younger brother. He was the demolitions expert and wielded the assault rifle and shotgun.

"Corporal Alexander Ritchy reporting in." A more british voice said. Alexander Ritchy was born and raised in York, England for his youth until he moved to Planet Vohayo to study buisness. He had owned a mens tuxedo shop and was very classy. He always made himself look presentable and always acted with manners. He was strong but not as built as his teammates. He had a more slender toned body but was still someone you wouldn't want to fuck with. He kept his long black hair tied up in a ponytail in the back of his head. Due to this he was the source of many jokes by his team but he ignored them. He had a young handsome face with green eyes. Due to his slender shape he was able to get into places the rest of his team couldn't making him the ideal spy. He used suppressed and light firearms.

"Sergeant Danny Kowalski reporting sir." A slightly polish accented man said. Danny Kowalski had been an academic prodigy as a child. He knew all forms of mathmatics and the sciences, he was a whiz at tactics and could fix anything. Kowalski was the tactician of the squad and the mechanic. He was rather large and sported fair thing short hair with very light blue eyes. He had a strong jaw and a small beard growing in his chin. He wielded the assault rifle.

"Michael reporting sir!" A small voice said. A man they only knew as Michael, no rank or last name. Nobody knew anything about him other than he was the peacemaker of the team and had a strong belief in God to which the others scoffed at. Due to advancement in science explaining what previously couldn't be explained, humanity had become 90% athiest with the old religions beginning to die out. With the arrival of the Hydra millions found their faith again but didn't live long enough to enjoy it. Michael had long black curly hair with very pale skin. He was the smallest after Navarro standing at 5'10 and weighing 215 pounds. He was the best marksman in the Skyjumper Corps and was dubbed 'the silent killer' for his supreme stealth.

"Roger that Skyjumpers, operation Judgement Day is green to go." Iverson said.

"WHAT?!" Most of them said over the radio.

"Hiedi's got his whole damn planet under their control with their whole damn fleet above orbit! We are the only ones left!" Navarro said. Hiedi was the term given to the Hydra by humans.

"Dis fuckin bullshit! I kill those fuckin dicks!" Tony screamed over the radio.

"Shut up Tony! Sir what is our landing point?" Andy asked.

"Three klics right of where Michigan Avenue used to be." Iverson said.

"Copy that sir." The Skyjumpers said as they made their way to the rally point for the last stand of the human race.

Dayum this is much better than the first one! R&R