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"Sir, aren't these mind-controlled medabots suppose not to have arms?" yelled Horvath over the explosion. "I'M NOT COMPLAINING OR ANYTHING, BUT THEM TOASTERS OVER THERE ARE BLOWING MY MEN UP YOU PIECE OF RUSTED METAL." Kingston, or I should say, me, well, I only sigh. I was also puzzled. I mean, come on, who ever took control of medabots, surely know what they are up against. The only medabot group I only know that has weapons support is Meta-evil. Rumor has it that his back from space, but Sat-com denies it. Omaha beach will be the same again or maybe it's the stupid tin cans on their warships misfiring their 35-inch naval guns. Friendly fire is only my worst thought. "ALRIGHT YOU TIN CANS. WE HIT THE BEACH IN 15 MINUTES TIME." hollered Boomer. "GET READY YOUR WEAPONS, BAYONETS ON, NO DUST ON YOUR GUN MUZZLES AND DON'T PEE OIL ON YOUR TIN PANTS." laughed Boomer.

"Shit sir. Is it my eyes, or do I see twinkling lights on my optics?" exclaimed Horvath. "HOLY SHIT, HEADS DOWN. THOSE TWINKLING LIGHTS AREN'T CHRISTMAS LIGHTS, ITS COMPUTERIZED JAPANESE SHORE DEFENSE CANNONS AND ANTI-SHIP TURRETS. RADIOMAN, CALL IN AIR SUPPORT AT THIS VECTOR, ZULU, YANKEE 189, ZULU, ALPHA 300. EVERYONE STANDBY." I shouted as the screaming of shells flew overhead. BOOM, BOOM went the shells.

We hit the beach with little resistance. Some hotshot mind-controlled medabots tried to shoot us but only got ripped to shreds by rockets from 3rd platoon Mech Company. We establish perimeter defenses until more reinforcements arrive and moved out. Our mission, find and destroy whatever is the cause for this mind-controlled medabots to go disarray. As my platoon were patrolling, Patrova, one of the medics reported that she heard some gunfire at our North side as she was scouting with Harvey (a Tankar medabot). We went there but saw nothing. "What are looking for," asked Hugofh. "An invisible base that we can't see", replied Shooter. "Quiet," said someone else. "His right. It's to quiet" said Horvath. I replied while stopping the entire platoon along with the Armored Personal Carrier (APC) and the MIA2 Hover Tank "Keep your optics open". Suddenly I heard a small rock dropped as an enemy rocket launcher medabot rise up from the ruins of a building and shot a single round that completely knock out the hover tank. "AMBUSH. RUN FOR COVER," I yelled. "MOVE, MOVE, MOVE. GET COVER AND SHOOTING YOUR GUNS," ordered Horvath. As I was running, a sniper round found its mark on my back nearly destroying the medal. I black out and shut down, ejecting my medal. I don't know what happened next. All is, well. I don't know how to describe it, but I went online in a medabots hospital 5 hours later after being told by the nurse later. I left in search of my platoon, but before that, I went in shock when I discovered that I was the only survivor of that ambush. The nurse also told me that they gave me a new body. Mine was badly mutilated by rocket fire. They only found my medal, while the rest are destroyed by the enemy. No prisoners are taken because the total of destroyed medals matches the total of my platoon. Since my medal is a Stag Beetle medal, they gave me a Rokusho type body. After 5 days in training of my new body, I left under orders from High Command Stukov. I was to lead and command the 4th Light Armored Battalion located at Osaka. As I arrived there by an Apache attack helicopter, I was greeted by second in-command, Beetlebot.

After staying there for 3 weeks, our main primary mission is to evacuate all human resistance fighters to Miri, Malaysia located on Borneo Island. As we were transporting the last batch, the enemy struck us with everything they have. Eventually, there is someone or something they're after. There was blood everywhere, we did not know what to do. I was horrifying and terrible. Shells exploding here and there. Dead men who were once soldiers had their remains scattered everywhere. Out in no man's land, I see a man carrying a flame thrower burst into flames, engulfing men 3 yards away from him. It brought back memories from my past as I stared in horror. My memories rushed back to me like a flood. I saw my medafighters. I saw how they died in flames, torture, and execution. And they are only between 9 to 15 years old. I broke out from stupor and as one, me and my men ran forward.

There was nothing we can do. We ran as fast as we can towards our trench line. Exeter (a beetle medabot, like Metabee, but in green color) was the first to get the MG-50 chain gun. He started shooting at the enemy vehicle. What use is a gun against a fully armored hover tank. By this time, Meta-evil announced his return. We shocked and enraged that our enemy has return. Gostrife, Causerie, and Beetlebot ran for cover behind an MIA2 hover tank that came to our rescue 500 yards away from me. As my distance meter in my eye piece turned red, I saw 5 enemy Gloomeg type medabots bearing down on us. I let my Steyr AUG 5.56mm semi-automatic machine gun ripped them to pieces. After 5 minutes of running shooting, we manage to assemble and evacuate the town under fire. Osaka has fallen under enemy hands.

A total of 56 medabots including 10 meda-legioneers assault troop (They have rare medals) gather around. "We can't hold the line any longer. We don't have the parts we need to repair ourselves. Right now I have 5 medabots bleeding to death on my operation table without having any mech-fluid to support their medals and also to keep them alive," a meda-surgeon shouted. "We can't leave and let Osaka being taken," an assault trooper shouted back. "Osaka has already fallen brother, but we must prevail in order to save more lives," said Causerie gently while patting his back to calm him down. "How's this?" I said while cracking my knuckles, "We should get a small boat, and put everything we need and head to Hiroshima. It's just 213 miles away from here and also much safer. We have 2 MIA2 Hover Tanks as flankers to escort us. The Doctor is right. Men are slowly dying without supplies. We must leave and to Hiroshima and from there, we could find an airfield and get orders and supplies. And as commander, I order you all to find a sea-worthy transport right this instance," I said.

Well Kingston and his men get out of this death trap, find out what next on the next chapter.

This the end. I have work to do and maybe the next one will up. Right now I'm in my mother's house and Mr. Jedi-and, I'm sorry for not replying your e-mail. The connection to is not possible here so I can't reply, and to my dismay they say no in using your story because of financial problems. Fanfiction people, please don't delete this. I know I am breaking the rules, but I just only want to tell Mr. Jedi-and that Nelvana won't accept his stories also. This will be my last. Honestly I won't do it again.