Well here is the first chapter of the story, hope you all like it and to answer the questions of the reviewers who left questions in their reviews.
Q: 1054SS325MP will there be any Force-sensitive soldiers?
A: No, there will not be any Force-sensitive soldiers from Earth.
A/N Wolf2 does not own anything except for his most of his OCs and not even the intro that is a reference and homage to the movie Independence Day.
Chapter 1, Prelude to the Invasion.
Time: 30th of June 2013 AD (Earth calendar). One year and a month before the Battle of Christophsis and a month after the battle of Geonosis in the year 978 ARR or 22 BBY (Galactic Standard Calendar).
Place: Above the planet Bakura, in the Bakura system, Bakura sector, within the Outer Rim Territories and Wild Space.
(Over Bakura):
Over the planet of Bakura was a group of 12 Lucrehulk-class battleships, 12 Recusant-class light destroyers, 12 Munificent-class star frigates, 12 Providence-class carriers/destroyers of the CIS. On board the CIS Providence-class carrier/destroyer flagship on the bridge was human CIS commander and Dark Acolyte Drax Oppurtoni standing in front of the command chair looking out of the bridge window.
"Sir," said the OOM-Series Command Battle Droid walking up behind her, "Count Dooku wishes to speak with you."
"Very well." he said and the droid walked away as a large blue hologram of Count Dooku appeared in front of Oppurtoni.
"Master." said Oppurtoni as he bowed his head. "Oppurtoni, is the armada ready for Operation Sith Force." asked Dooku. "Yes, the ships are ready to make the jump to hyperspace at any moment." he replied very confident in the fleet.
"Good, preceed according to plan." said Dooku. "As you wish Master." said Oppurtoni as Dooku's hologram vanished and Ventress sat down in the command chair. "Commander, tell all ships to make the jump to hyperspace and head for the target system." commanded Oppurtoni who was grinning evilly.
"Roger, Roger." said the OOM command battle droid and within moments the command ship was going into hyperspace, followed by the rest of the group.
Time: 1st of July 2013 AD (Earth calendar). One year and one month before the Battle of Christophsis and a month after Geonosis in the year 978 ARR or 22 BBY (Galactic Standard Calendar).
Place: Desert facility for the S.E.T.I. or 'Search for ExtraTerrestrial Intelligence' Institute, in the state New Mexico, in the country United States of America, on the continent of North America, on the planet Earth, in the Sol system, sector is unknown, region is unknown.
(Inside the main workroom, 7:55 PM; normal POV):
In the main workroom aside from the various machines that could only allow space for one or two people to walk in between with a few spaces in between the machines with chairs and desks littered with papers and writing utensils. Only three people were currently in the room, a dark skinned, bald man, probably in his late thirties, sat in front of one machine checking the data on it, a light skinned with brown hair woman, probably in her late twenties, sat in a chair writing down in a book, and a Asian man, probably in his early to mid twenties, with a pair of eyeglasses on had a few golf balls on the ground with a white plastic cup as a makeshift hole and was practicing with a golf club and was getting a few balls in the cup.
"Hey Lee," said the other man and the Asian man or Lee looked to the older man, "do you have anything better to do besides practicing your putts?"
"Like what John?" asked Lee, "Incase you haven't notice, none of the radar or other systems are picking anything up."
Almost immediately after he said that, one speaker started making a thudding sound. Lee looked over at it and walked up to the machine and started pushing some buttons, his eyes went wide and after doing some more checks, he went to a telephone on a nearby desk and dialed a few numbers.
(sleeping area, same time; normal POV):
On the other end was a balding man with only a graying beard was asleep on a bottom bunk of a bunk bed and was awaken by a ringing phone. He turned on the lamp on the small dresser next to his bed and picked up the phone.
"If this isn't a extremely beautiful woman or someone bringing news of someone important is dying, I'm hanging up." he said irritated by someone waking him up. After listening to the person on the other end he immediately sprang out of bed and got a bed robe on with slippers and hanged up the phone.
(Inside the main workroom, 7:58 PM; normal POV):
Moments later he rushed into the room with the other three people and after checking the machines he turned to the others.
"Is this reading accurate?" he asked and they all nodded there heads.
"Also sir," said John, "it appears that what the radar and sonar have picked up seems to be multiple sources that aren't planetary or any natural mass but several artificial masses and according to the readings, the masses are heading this way."
Everyone else in the room looked at him then each other in stunned silence.
Place: Command center in the Pentagon, in the District of Colombia, in the country United States of America, on the continent of North America, on the planet Earth, in the Sol system, sector is unknown, region is unknown.
(Command center's command room, 12:00 PM;
Entering in the command center command room was a four star US Army general with a US Air Force and a US Marine Corps general and four other officers, a US Aquatic Naval admiral, a US Aquatic Coast Guard admiral, a US Space Naval admiral, and a US Space Coast Guard admiral.
"Okay what is the emergency?" said the Army general to a man in black pants and a rolled up, long-sleeved, white buttoned up shirt who was standing in front of a table with a strange map on it that displayed Earth on one end and several blotches that were close to it and the seven officers stood around the table with the Army general to the man's left and the Marine Corps general to the man's right.
"Ah, well sir." said the man, "about four hours ago we picked up a large group of several large objects going passed our Mars base but too far for our ships on the Mars base to go after since most of them weren't able to be launched and the group of objects are currently heading to the moon and the trajectories are predicated to go all the way here."
He then pointed to the group of blotches and said "A 12 of the group are massive, about 1,088 meters in length, they are cylindrical with a pointed nose that is tapering towards the stern, about 198 meters wide, and about 374 meters tall. Another 12 of the group is about the same kind but appear to be more skeletal in appearance, about 825 meters in length, 426 meters in width, and 243 meters in height. Another 12 are similar to the last group only slimmer and are about 1,187 meters in length, 157 meters in width, 163 meters in height. The last 12 appear to be the most strangest, they are more circular. About 3,170 meters in length, 3,009 meters in width, and 1,028.77 meters in height. There are about 48 of these objects in a single group."
"Jesus, what are they some kind of meteors or asteroids?" asked the Space Naval admiral concerned.
"No," said the man, "they don't appear to be artificial because they seem to be moving at 500 kilometers per hour or 310.6875 miles per hour, each object also seem to be generating its own energy source. And another proof is well um, they seem to be not only heading here but also they seem to be slowing down."
"They're what?" said the Marine general sounding skeptical, shocked, and a little concerned.
Place: The White House, Washington DC, country United States of America, continent of North America, on the planet Earth, in the Sol system, sector is unknown, region is unknown.
(Oval Office, 9:45 PM; Normal POV):
In the Oval Office was 43 year old President Thomas B. Pullman was sitting at his desk writing some papers and then his telephone started ringing. He picked it up and said, "Hello."
After listening to the person on the other line he looked up in shock.
"Could you just say that again?" he said skeptically. Just then he heard what sound like a explosion in the distance. He got up and went to the window with the phone still up to his ear and saw something he never thought he ever see.
Several small strange aircraft were covering the sky seeming to shoot down a few US F-16 Fighting Falcon fighter jets that went to intercept them before they were hit by a large amount of missles and a few shots that came out of the small aircraft.
"Uh Mr. Secretary, have you noticed whats going on in Washington?" asked the President nervously.
One year later:
June 1st 2014, the Invasion of Earth has begun.
The Separatist Invasion Force begins by attacking major cities in the northeastern part of the United States along with attacking Russia, China, Iraq, Saudi Arabia, Egypt, Kuwait, and Canada.
For the first six months, the Separatist battle droids have taken from the Virginian-Maryland border and all of the US states from Maryland and Pennsylvania up to Maine including the half of Washington DC that was on the Maryland side of the Potomac River and then took the Canadian provinces of Ontario, Quebec, New Foundland, New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island, and Nova Scotia. The rest of the provinces are holding out since most of Canada's leaders weren't captured or killed in the attack.
As first act in dealing with the crisis, President Pullman, who managed to escape the attack on Washington D.C. via Ground Force One and was taken to the Pentagon building, offered for NATO members to combined their forces to attack the new enemy that have taken ground in North America.
For the first time since the Vietnam War, the US reactivated the draft and there was an estimated 60 million men were selected and drafted out of the nation's estimated 73,270,043 men who were available for military service. And the government estimated at 50 million of the 71,941,969 women that were available for military service joined. The rest of the nation's population couldn't fight or join because either they couldn't due to either being part of the refugees, aiding the refugees, or were killed in the initial attacks or were unable to join.
Of the already 2,912,362 men and women already serving in the military prior to the military invasion, the draft dramatically increased it to 112,912,362 men and women serving.
The US Army now had at least nine million of its now 18 million members on the front lines. The US Marine Corps now had at least eight million of its now 16 million members on the front with the Army soldiers. The Americans now had 17 million personal fighting the robotic invaders.
The Air Force, Aquatic Navy and Coast Guard, and the Space Navy and Coast Guard branches had each 18 million members, both active and reserve on Earth but the Space Navy and Coast Guard had at least 1 million members serving on the 20 US space warships that were put on Mars and currently fought off a attack by eight Separatist ships. Those who were put into the Armed Forces but weren't sent to a branch yet were kept at bases and trained to join the reserves
NATO members also agreed to send aid to the armed forces of Russia and China and the nations in the Middle East.
By the end of December 2013 on New Years Eve, the Separatist invasion was stuck in the only the Canadian provinces and American states they first captured and in central Russia and southeastern China including Hong Kong and Shanghai and were repelled by Arabian combined forces in the Middle East.
Soon US President Pullman and several world leaders suggested a alliance between nearly ever nation in the world to ally in the battle against the invaders.
By February 2014, US Army General George D. Shepard was appointed as the Commander-in-chief of all Earth Allied Forces and had stationed himself at the Joint Base Lewis-McChord facility in Washington state, United States.
In late June, he order a massive Canadian-American land, sea, and air offensive codenamed 'Operation Retake Overlord' to attack enemy lines in Ontario, Quebec, Pennsylvania, Maryland, and the northern half of the capital Washington DC itself.
At 06:00 hrs of the 29th of June, the Washington DC Landing Zone codenamed, 'Bastogne' was initiated by a bombardment consisting of large land and naval artillery and missiles and bombs and missiles launched by fighter and bomber jets and attack helicopters.
Leading in the amphibious landing at Washington DC from the Potomac River was one battalion from each of the 1st, 5th, and 7th Marine Regiments of the 1st Marine Division via AAVs and LAVs.
Meanwhile the 2nd Battalion of the 75th Ranger Regiment, two battalions of the 506th Infantry Regiment of the 101st Airborne Division and the 504th Infantry Regiment of the 82nd Airborne Division were sent in via by UH-60 Black Hawk helicopters to attack the Separatist forces in the areas of what used to be the White House, and the Washington Monument, Lincoln Monument, the Capitol Building and the Pennsylvania Avenue area and then the other battalions of those three Regiments were to go in as reinforcements.
After that, the final plan was for the US Army Rangers and Airborne soldiers to set up several pockets and to link up with the Marine landing forces to launch a push and form a foothold going as far as Washington Center hospital and to stop there and buildup for a breakout that would start the Liberation of New England.
"Where are you?" I nearly shouted into the fog."Jed, I'm over here." shouted back the voice. I looked towards the voice and it was the same shadowy female figure only she seemed to be different than before, she was taller and her horns on the top of her head were taller from being mere stubs and the strange tail-like tentacles coming from her head were longer, grown down to her chest. I tried getting closer and she tried to get closer too but I was stopped by a strange whirling sound that was coming closer with each second passing
(10 Street NW in front of Ford's Theater, 7:45; Jed's POV):
I closed my eyes and opened them waking up from the dream and found myself back to laying on my back with my helmet still on and intact. My Mk 14 Mod 0 EBR was lying to my right also still intact and there was a public bus laying on it's left side to my left. Then the whirling sound, which I remembered was a enemy artillery shot, flew overhead and exploded a distance away from me but close enough for me to feel the shock caused by the explosion.I looked around the street, all there was cars and other civilian vehicles whether intact or damage by the fighting, a few dead civilians and American soldiers were dead. And there were a few Humvees, Bradleys, Strykers, and a M1 Abrams tank lying wrecked or abandoned. That was just our casualties, the enemies were far more.
I heard a noise and I turned to where it was coming from and around the street corner came two guys and a lady in US Army Ranger Uniform and I instantly recognize them as the ones from my fire team and from my squad: Sergeant Jack Randall, Private Emily Braeburn, and Private Walt McCloskey.
Randall was the first one to turn to me and saw who I was."Corporal Taylor?" asked Jack. The other two turned and saw me and lowered their weapons and then four guys, one appeared to be in his late thirties and had dark skin while three guys, two had light skin and another with tanned skin, all three seemed to be about 20 years old, and came around the corner and seemed to be wearing, from what I could tell by the patches on their uniforms and from seeing members of that group for a while, US Marine Corps combat fatigues. After them came a light skinned, 20 year old guy and 20 year old lady in US Army Combat Uniforms.
"You really are hard to kill huh Jed?" remarked McCloskey in a joking tone.
"Good to see you too Walt." I said sarcastically to him. I looked again at the strangers and asked, "Who are those guys?"
"This guy behind me," said Randall to the guy behind him who was wearing a Marine Combat Uniform with the faded black image of a sergeant insignia on the front of the top portion of his helmet, "is Sergeant Chuck Dunbar from E Company the 2nd Battalion, 5th Marines," gesturing to the man in his late thirties, "and the three guys behind him are part of his squad and they are Corporal Daniel Smith and Privates Victor Hernandez and Jeff Jones. The other two are Private Fred Bridges from B Company of the 1st Battalion of the 506th Regiment, 101st Airborne Division and Private Lisa Shay from C Company of the 1st Battalion, 504th Regiment, of the 82nd Airborne."
"So who is this Sergeant Randall?" asked Sergeant Dunbar.
"This is Corporal Jed Taylor, the best marksman ever and one of the toughest sons of bitches in all of D Company of 2nd Rangers" said Walt with a hint of pride in his voice.
"Best marksman? I like to see him take on our marksman, Corporal Daniel Smith." said the blue eyed Jeff Jones sounding overconfident as he points his right thumb to the only other corporal in the group.
"You too pipe down for sec." said Sgt Dunbar in a low voice. The Marine put his finger to his then motioned everyone get down and we did and we took cover behind some vehicles. In the distance was a low rumbling noise and suddenly three large objects fell out the sky and landed right down the street five blocks from us.
"What the Hell was that?" asked Walt.
"Think we should check that out?" asked the Airborne guy named Bridges.
"It could have something important on it so yes." said Sgt Dunbar and the Marine looked at the group and said, "Sgt Randall, I think McCloskey and Jones should take their SAWs and get position behind cover with each one on opposite side of this street and provide some suppressing fire on any possible hostiles while the corporals take their DMRs and head up to the top of the Theater to provide a sniping cover and the Airborne guy goes up with them as their spotter. And then the rest of us go to the crash site and check I out."
"Don't you think that is a little risky?" ask Randall.
"Yeah but from here," he said as he got out a pair of binoculars and looked at the crash site. "The only hostiles that were there were killed by the spacecraft.
"Jack sighed and said, "Okay, McCloskey, Taylor, you heard him.
"I got up and walked with the other Corporal and the Airborne guy to the theater.
"Names David, most call me Dave." said and voice and I turned to the Corporal who I could tell had brown eyes and I saw he had raised his right hand towards me wishing to shake hands with me.
"I'm Jed, most call me Corporal or Taylor." I said and I raised my right and shook hands with him.
"I'll just call you Jed then." said David or Dave with a small chuckle.
(Crossroad of 10th Street NW and G Street NW, 7:50 PM; normal POV):
With everyone in their positions, the five that were to checkout the craft advanced slowly to the spacecraft from cover to cover. They repeated this till they got to stop 12 feet from the closest of the spacecraft. They waited a minute before Randall crouched down and crept towards the close spacecrafts were large and cylindrical with rocket exhaust coming out the back in a wide rim along the edges. The look of the ships seemed more like some type of escape craft rather than a ship capable of long space travel.
As Randall got closer to the close one, a hatch in the center of the back opened and a thing crawled got closer and found, to his shock, a human man with tanned skin and buzzed black hair like military style. He was wearing bulky, white, plastic, plated armor all over his body except for the head area with some kind of yellow striping on his arm and leg parts of his armor, he also had a strange cover thing on his left shoulder and a weird skirt that went down to his knees and only covered the sides and back of his upper arms, still crouched down and crept over to check the man's pulse then the man groaned and his eyes opened up and saw Randall.
"Who are you?" asked the man in what sound like a Australian, New Zealander, or Maori accent as he tried to sit up buy he winced and groaned in pain and stopped trying to get up.
"I could ask you the same thing. What's wrong with your arms?" asked Randall.
"I think they're broken. What about the generals?" said the man sounding concerned about some generals.
"Who?" asked Randall.
"The generals were in those one of those two other escape pods." said nodding to the other two craft or 'pods' nearby.
"Randall, this is Dunbar you find anything?" asked Dunbar over the put his index and middle fingers to two buttons on his ear and replied, "Yeah I did Dunbar, you get the medics head over to the craft I currently am at. I'll head over to one of the others. Send Hernandez to check out the other one."
"Got it Randall." replied looked at the man and said, "Some medics would be here shortly."
The man nodded and Randall raced over to the pod that was closer to him and arrived at the pod. Randall found the hatch on it and knocked on it not expecting it to open but then it did and he climb in and found inside were 10 human men in similar armor to the first guy but six had nothing but pure white armor no shoulder covers, skirts, and stripe markings and they had long weapons that seemed like long rifles but didn't look like any firearms he had seen and there three others who had stripe markings but only one had a skirt and a shoulder cover. Two of those three with stripe markings had olive green stripes and they had smaller firearms that had no appeared to be like submachine guns with foldable stocks. The only one with a shoulder cover and a skirt had red stripes and a type of antenna coming from the right side of his helmet. At his belt was in two holsters were two handguns. All of them had helmets on and the helmets had black T-shaped visors. Five of the men were in five seats lined along the left wall of the pod while the others were in seats on the right.
"Anyone there?" asked someone who had a New Zealander accent like the first guy Randall met from the first pod and the voice was similar to the first guy but was different because he sounded like he was speaking through a type of radio. The voice came from the front of the pod.
Randall walked up to the guy and found him wearing armor similar to the others only his was white with yellow striping and the helmet he was wearing looked like it was designed as a type of pilot helmet. He also a piece of metal lodged into where his right shoulder met the collarbone.
"Who are you?" asked the guy who was looking at Randall.
"I'm Sergeant Jack Randall, US Army Rangers." said Randall as he check the metal and said, "You need to let the medics take a look at that."
"It'll be fine." he said as if trying to brush it off."Can you move?" asked Randall as he noticed the man with red stripes on his armor in one of the wall seats stirring.
"Only most of my upper body except for the shoulder." said the man. After saying that the red stripped man that Randall notice stirring raised his head looking around and noticed Randall and asked in a voice and accent similar to the pilot and the guy from the first pod "Who are you?"
"You're the third guy to ask me that question. Along with your buddy here," said Randall gesturing towards the one he assumed was the pilot who had looked over to the second man.
"Captain Drex? You survive the crash?" asked the pilot shocked to see the 'Captain'.
"Drex? What kind of name is that?" asked Randall, "where are you guys from, New Zealand? Australia?"
"Uh no we came from Kamino and Drex is my name bud, and I recommend not insulting it." said the Captain as he pulled the safety harness for his seat up and staggered to get up but he put his hand against the wall to keep from falling down.
"Kamino? Sounds like those robes they have in Japan." said Randall.
"Uh no, it's a planet in the Kamino system south of the Rishi Maze." said the pilot.
"What?" said Randall confused by what the captain just said and then soon a lot of the other guys started stirring. The captain checked out one of the guys while Randall turned to the pilot and reached for the metal piece.
"What are you doing?" asked the pilot alarmed.
"I'm going to see if its not stuck to the chair." Randall said as he tried wiggling the metal piece but it wouldn't budge from the seat and it only caused more pain for the pilot and Randall removed his hand.
"We might have to ask the medics on how to remove that." said Randall and suddenly he heard several snaps and hisses and turned to see the safety harnesses went up and all but one of the armored men got up.
"What about him?" gesturing to the guy who didn't even budge. All of the other men looked to the guy still seated and one shook his shoulder.
"Hey Buzz, you okay?" asked the guy but the one called Buzz didn't answer. The one who shook his shoulder put two fingers on Buzz's neck and gave a sad sigh.
"He's dead." said the man and turned to Randall and asked "So who are you?"
"Jack Randall, I'm a Sergeant in the US Army Rangers." replied Randall in a dull tone.
"US Army Rangers? Who are they?" asked one of the guys with the green stripes.
"The very people who just showed up to save your asses. Now that you know who I am, who exactly are you guys? You with those machines?" asked Randall starting to, without the other men knowing it, gently rub the trigger of his assault rifle incase he might need to shoot.
"You think we're with those battle droids? Like kriff we are, we been at war with them for nearly a year now. And we are clone troopers of the Grand Army of theRepublic." said the one with blue stripes.
Randall frowned confused.
"Hey Randall, you find anything in the other craft or escape pod as this Commander Bly guy is calling it?" asked Dunbar over the radio.
"Hold on." said Randall as he put a finger up to the radio mic next to his mouth.
"Yeah Dunbar, I found about 10 guys here survived the crash. I see if I can bring them to where you are." said Randall over the radio.
"Okay, oh and Taylor and Smith just reported in, there is about a dozen stompers and two dozen tanned skinnies with two tanks heading your way from the north." said Dunbar, "You better get who ever is in that pod and go get Hernandez and those five white armored guys and alien ladies he found and get the Hell out of there."
Randall's eyes widen at the number of enemy that were heading for the crash site then he heard one of the 'clone troopers' say "Hey the general injuried!"
And the one guy who said that was the blue striped guy who rushed past Randall and stopped at one of the pilot chairs which was the one behind Randall and Randall turned to see something he would never had expected.
The blue striped guy was standing over what looked like a woman but she had blue skin and not hair but two blue tails or tentacles coming off the back off her head. She was some sort of alien and these guys called her a general, were these guys also aliens that look like humans or really humans that came from another world. Another part of her was that she was slightly more slim and lithe than any woman seen on earth and her clothing was a dark brown and only revealed her right arm and stomach.
"She's alive but unconscious." said the blue striped armor guy as he turned to the captain.
"Do you know any nearby medics?" the captain asked Randall.
"Yeah and I just got news, we got about three dozen machines heading this way with armor support. We got to move fast." said Randall.
"Holy kriff." said one of the white armored guys.
"Okay then you two," said the captain as he pointed to two white armored guys, "get the pilot out of that seat. The rest of ya go out and scout the area for any of those clankers. That includes you lieutenant."
The others and the blue striped guy, presumably the lieutenant, went out and the two guys chosen to get the pilot went to try and pry him out. The captain then turned to Randall and said "Can you lead us to those medics?"
Randall nodded and the captain then went to the general and pulled something off of her belt and it looked like a silver flashlight-like device and said, "Hey shinies, use this."
One of the guys trying to free the pilot turned and caught it and pushed a button and a blue beam like a sword came out and they cut the metal sticking out the back of the pilot's shoulder and he was able to get up and pulled a pistol from his belt. The captain then scooped the alien woman in his arms and now Randall could see she looked to be about 5 ft 8 inches and also looked to be about his age or a few years younger.
"Lead the way Randall." said the captain as everyone left in the pod went out. As soon as they got out, there was Hernandez with the same people Dunbar said he found and when he said something about green women, Randall didn't think he was serious.
Standing there was a tall 30 something woman only a few inches near Randall's own height, which is 6 ft, and seemed to be a wore strange blackish-brown robes and headdress and seemed to be more human than the alien one he found in the pod and she had black markings going from underneath her bottom lip and down to under her chin. Next to her was a girl who looked like a twenty year old woman and had only a hooded robe and her robes were more form fitting than the older woman.
"Hey sergeant," said Hernandez to Randall and the others turn to Hernandez then Randall as Hernandez continued, "I heard the machines getting closer. Dunbar said he called Taylor, Smith, Jones, McCloskey, and Bridges to head to the pod where Dunbar and the medics are."
Randall only nodded as he looked off to the pod which was several feet away where he could see three white armored men were clearly seen with the others and the guy named Bly.
"You guys head that way. I'll be behind ya." said Randall as he turned his head to the north. The others just nodded and ran off to the first pod while Randall stood next to the pod and stared at a building with intact tinted windows.
"You coming?" asked someone behind Randall and Randall turned to the voice and saw it was the captain still holding the blue alien in his arms.
"Yeah, come one." said Randall as they both started running towards the others. Suddenly a red beam came out of nowhere and shot through Drex's back and out the chest but didn't hit the lady he was holding.
"What the?" Randall nearly shouted as he turned and saw a tall dark robot stand up and it along with two others came running out of the building and firing their laser guns.
(First pod, 8:20 AM; Taylor POV):
The people from the other groups showed up and were talking with Sgt Dunbat about who they were when I heard a gun going off where Randall was. I turned in that direction and saw Randall shooting at three commando robots. I pulled up my Mk 14 and fired off two shots at the two outer commandoes while the center one, who apparently was the leader, was shot by Randall. The leader was 'killed' while only one was taken down by my Mk 14.
"COMMANDOES!" shouted one of the white armored men as he pulled up his rifle and shot at the last remaining commado robot and the robot was taken out.
After that the two green skinned ladies activated what looked like a green and blue laser swords and they took off with a few clones to Randall. They soon came back with Randall who was carrying a blue skinned alien lady with blue tails coming off the back of her head.
"We got to go, now." said Randall and soon everyone started to get up and head south to Pennsylvania Avenue.
And that is the end of this chapter, hope you all enjoyed it. This is just the first in the Rangers story. Oh and as a little heads up I am thinking of changing the title of the story but I haven't thought of a good one yet. If anyone has any suggestions, they are free to put them in their reviews, that would be greatly appreciated and positive reviews would also be appreciated. And if you have any questions, you can leave them in the reviews and I will read them and will answer them. Till the next chap, bye.