January 8, 2061…
The Invasion of New Baghdad by the 37th Airborne and Core Personnel of Sentinel…
Jonathan Irons – If there's one thing I've learned about Sentinel and their allies, it's that they don't want to see my point. Everything's beginning to fall apart and we couldn't hold our ground. So it's come to my attention that we needed to prioritize. If we can't beat the world, we may as well make another our home. And recently… we've finished a project and determined that there is a parallel dimension we haven't explored yet.
In one of the corridors of the main buildings of New Baghdad owned by ATLAS, two mercenary team leaders were walking beside Irons. "Tell me something now!" Irons said it with his calm demeanor still existing.
One team leader reports: "Sentinel was able to take out our primary and secondary defense perimeters. They're in a one-way drop mission and they're just heading in."
"My best contactors are along for the ride on this one. You know what you must do, Herbert. Destroy what's remaining of MANTICORE."
"Sir?! Don't you think we should-"
"I got better plans, son. Relay that to your team. Move it." Irons ordered it and that team leader left the two behind. "Okay Collins. You better have an update for me."
Collins then replied. "Project Magic's waiting for your signal. They were nervous about this coming alive, but here we are."
"Alright, this is what's going to happen: You know that you have a responsibility over our men and women, correct? Well you're trusted that now. You're in charge here." Irons stopped in front of a closed-door elevator and pressed a button before he had his fingers scanned via biometrics. He even leaned down to have his eyes scanned.
Collins nodded. "I'm ready, sir. It's an honor. We won't let you down." He then walked to another direction and proceeded in a jog, leaving Irons behind.
And Jonathan finds the elevator was open, gets in, before it starts to head down.
I think for all the good reasons that there are more than just principles to uphold… I think it's the legacy that mattered. The thought of having lost family twice… My son, and the son who I thought who was Will… It made me think. How does a simple war for territory help anyone? It doesn't. That's why this company has always been around. We profit, we provide service, and we provide a sense of stability. And if there's a problem with the methods, maybe those who conduct those methods should be looked at, but there's nothing to look at, because this all started with Will's death. And I for one will not watch the world I know abuse warmongering in exchange for paying lives. I have a righteous plan.
And no one is going to stop me. Not now. Not when I've gone so far.
And feeling as if all the gunfire had stopped ringing from above. He was feeling slight pressure from the depth, but he knows this is all worth easing, as what awaits him seemed to what he thought was destiny.
The elevator doors open… and Irons sees the beauty of the Project… a ring with a functioning portal in its blue fluidic form is showing. As he walked out of the elevator to see it for himself… he recognized that this was more than a success. It was progress no one else from the outside world saw coming…
"Too many steps ahead," Irons muttered to himself. "And a step next to a new world."
REVISIONED WORKS by StrikerStanding692 (alterego elitelenny223)
Original Work by author Marsdog:
"WAR OF THE WORLDS – Revisioned (Arc 1)"
Arc Title: "Might & Magic"
Everyone at the underground facility next to the ring portal that was working was listening to the voice of Irons who speaking through the facility's intercom system:
Men and Women of Atlas. We've waited for this day to come, as we fought for a long period and sacrificed so much just to bring our goal of peace. Those who don't understand our deep motivations to what we desire of this world don't know how to change, but we do. Which is what makes us succeed. Ladies and Gentlemen, we have achieved the 'impossible' as others would define. Now all we just do, is move forward.
We will make it our life long mission from this point on: We will be victorious, and beat back our enemies, winning this war no matter the cost. And all I ask, is that you hold out for that day, when we will march through the defeated capitals of the world. A plan is in place and it will end this war once and for all. At the end of it: We emerge victorious. Serve our ambitions, and you will all be pioneers to the new world that awaits us.