Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry for long lapse (again) in my writing - school has started and you know, priorities. Coincidentally i'm taking writing modules, that's totally gonna play hand in hand with these fanfictions right? :D Then again, soon i'd be boggled down with so much work that i'd just wither away and crumble and then die because the workload is insane. Hope yall enjoy chapter 7, i've spent some time planning it out and all. Thanks for reading!

The mimic attack had ceased to be, thanks to the work of Cage and Rita. However, most of the base were lying in ruins, burning as soldiers and cleanup crews roamed the base, using their suits to lift slabs of concrete and recover people or important documents. Engineers had be set on rebuilding the wall, after being scolded to hell and back by the General, for it was said that the wall was impenetrable. Out of all the buildings, though, somehow to upper levels of the main headquarters were untouched. Soldiers hurried all over the place, non-military personnel picking up phones and speaking rapidly. The entire floor was chaos, as the duo walked over to the lift and pressed the down button. The General's office was located on the 6th level of the lower levels, where engineers and construction teams had spent weeks furiously building the headquarters day and night lest the mimics attacked again.

"How did you know?" The General asked as soon as they entered, not giving a single glance at both of them as he stared down at his paperwork. Cage glanced at Rita, a brief eye-to-eye contact that conveyed much more than he had expected. Rita furiously shook her head, indicating that it would not be a good idea to reveal Cage's powers yet. "Answer me. How did you know the mimics were going to attack at sundown?" The General spoke again, this time looking both of them in the eye, one by one. "Sir, we just had a hunch. We weren't sure if the mimics were actually coming or not, we just felt that if we were mimics, sundown would be a good time to attack when the soldiers were tired from trainings." Cage replied, noting the slght quivering in his hands. The General tilted his head slightly, giving away the impression he did not buy the story. "Our seismic engineers did not note any change in seismic activity till the minute the mimics attacked, when we activated the wall turrets. How did you manage to predict exactly when the mimics attacked? Don't give me any of that bullshit answers. I want real facts. You have seen our base right now Major. It's destroyed. I need to know how you managed to predict that they would attack, so that we can actually prepare for their coming instead of sitting on our fat asses and sucking our thumbs!" The General was standing now, his fists placed on the desk. His face was red, as the paperwork fluttered to the floor, forgotten. Rita looked at Cage, as Cage stuttered out the same reply as just now. "We really don't know sir, it was simply a hunch."

The General turned around, hands behind his back. "Get out of my office. I want a full report by 1200 today." The two soldiers stood there, rooted to the ground as they processed what the General was saying. He turned around, surprised that the duo was still there. "GET OUT!" He bellowed, as Cage's senses came back and he saluted and got out of the office as fast as possible. In the lift, they finally breathed a sigh of relief. The lift doors opened to the same chaotic scene they had witness when they entered HQ, everyone rushing all over the place. When they left the HQ building, they look around the base, acessing the functional buildings. So far most of the bunks and quarters were untouched, as they were on the far side of the base when the mimics attacked. Most of the hangers were down, suits crushed by the concrete and metal. The two soldiers had stored their CENOS in a functional hanger, where they found Dr. Carter cowering under a table. The mess hall somehow survived the mimic encounter, as well as the training rooms. The mimics had only done extensive damage to the hangers, although the hangers covered almost half of the base, and the runway strip. "Bastards took down our air capability, they took down our ground capability." Cage gritted his teeth as they walked across the ruined runway. "They attacked us first so we couldn't launch a quick counterattack on any of their bases, dammit!" Rita stayed silent as they came across a burning plane, one of the few planes they had left. After the mimic attack, they had no more functional planes left, and no more planes would be produced due to the onslaught of mimics across the world. The factories that were still functional would be producing more jackets to make up for the ones lost under the hangers.

"We better head back to write our reports, the General would kill us if we sent them in late." Rita stayed silent, as they walked back to their respective quarters to begin their lengthy reports. As the clock struck 1100, Cage had not finished most of his report. Instead, he was thinking about the fight earlier, analysing how the mimics had conducted their attacks. Before long, his thoughts drifted off to his childhood.

6 Years Ago - First Contact

Ever since Cage was 18 years old, his world had turned upside down. The mimics had attacked without question, the meteorites striking into the earth and the omega setting its organic mass upon the earth. The alphas were birthed, each with the power to turn back time to the start of the day while retaining its memories. From the alphas, squadrons of mimics were bourne, the drone classes. They were the grunts, the frontliners. Expendable, replaceable, these drones spend most of their lives fighting against the soldiers of humanity and then dying in their attempts or succeeding in an attack, only to be killed the next day. Alphas replaced the drones at an alarming rate, for their armies were never-ending. However, due to the connection between drone and alpha minds, an alpha could only birth up to a maximum of twenty drones, Same ideology went for the omega, a fact that humanity never knew and was an advantage they never used.

The second the news about a massive meteorite impacting the outreaches of Russia were spread over the world, people came from all continents to gaze upon the 13-ton meteorite that had crashed on the Russian countryside. Meteorite enthusiasts were thrilled, it was one of the biggest impacts recorded in human history. Thankfully it had landed on the countryside, damage had only been done to the plants growing. Since it had struck the Earth with great force, it had buried itself deep within the Earth's crust, almost half a mile deep. When news reporters and people reached the impact zone, all they could see was the decaying plants and the crater the meteorite had left on the earth. They never found the meteorite, for it had been transported. All they could find were tunnels, molten rock dripping from the sides of the cave as something massive had burrowed its way through solid rock. From the mimic base of operations in Verdun, the omega birthed the first wave of alphas, granting them the ability to manipulate time. The alphas in turn birthed the drones, where the expansion of base grounds begun. For weeks, the news of the missing metorite died down, although conspiracy radios still talked about aliens visiting earth and that government were hiding the truth from the people. They were half right of course, as the mimics had set foot on earth. Two months later, when all preparations for the emergence of the mimics were complete, the omega changed the course of humanity forever.

Waves of mimics surged from the ground as unsuspecting civilians were crushed under the first wave of the drones. Building after building collapsed as the drones broke through the foundations, their hard exoskeletons allowing them to survive the impact without any major breaches. Infrastructure stood no chance either, when the mimics destroyed highways and tore schools down. Within an hour, a full mile radius around the mimic's main base had fallen into the alien's hands. By then, governments worldwide had been alerted to the alien threat. Immediately putting aside past conflicts and disagreements, they pooled their resources together to launch a counterattack. When the counterattack was launched two hours later, a worldwide military operation that included five hundred and forty thousand men, only a mere thousand survived. Stunned by the overpowering might of the mimic's invasion force, all civillians were evacuated off France and military personnel formed blockades around France. The governments around the world hoped to contain the mimic's advance to only France. Of course, they were wrong.

One by one, contact was lost with the blockades that were put in place around France. Humanity soon lost France, Germany, Spain and Italy. The governments had pooled their money and resources together to form the United Defence Forces, while the mimics ravaged across the continent. Fortunately, the mimics were constrained by water, for unknown reasons. Thus, they used land to expand their teritory, pushing into the heart of Europe. The soldiers of the UDF found their old weapons to be useless, the bullets of their guns glancing off the hard exoskeletons of the mimics, the planes they used were way too slow and not fast enough to evade the heat-seeking javelin missles that the mimics used against both ground and air forces. Aircraft carriers and battleships proved to be useless, for the mimics would launch so many javelin missles that the sky would turn dark for a few minutes, as the missles rained hell upon the ships. All hope was lost for humanity, for the aliens were virtually undefeatable, plans and old strategies to contain the mimic invasion failed over and over again.

2 Years after First Contact

Cage remembered reading the newspapers and watching the television as the news reported more on the mimic invasion. The military were recruiting as usual, due to the lack of soldiers and high amount of desertation cases. Food and land were becoming scarce, as the mimics took more land from the humans. Within two years, the mimics had taken over the entirety of Europe and Africa, and were moving on to Asia. Before long, they would have devised a way to reach America. Humanity required soldiers who would give their lives for the people and to stop the mimic advance, but even so that seemed like a death trap. Life expectancy during the Vietnam War was 28 days, 24 during the Korean War, and a feeble 6 days during the Mimic War. Cage had reached the age of enlistment, and his parents were moving around to prevent the officials from knocking on their door. Even so, Cage knew he could never escape his fate. He was doomed to bleed out on the battlefield, where his fellow men were cut down by the ruthless aliens and humanity plunged into a deeper well. One day, the officials did find him. With much screaming and crying, his parents let him go, expecting to never see him again. Years later he would find out that they had committed suicide, the letter they left behind explaining that they had nothing left to live for.

Despite his fears of dying on the battlefield, Cage was turned into a Public Relations Official. Owing to his good looks and inspiring speeches, the General had opted to appoint him as the face of the UDF, where he would inspire soldiers and rally the troops against the aliens. Cage would feel lucky and awed to be given such a title, for he could survive during the war without doing any actual combat, and be able to contribute to humanity. He finally felt that he was doing something right and was finally able to do something that could help, instead of cowering in fear, hoping that the mimics would not find him.

5 Years after First Contact

5 long years had passed since humanity's encounter with the aliens. By then, the entire Europe, African and Asian continents had been taken over by the aliens. Soldiers and officials from the continents that were under mimic control had long evacuated to America, where the heart of the UDF were. That was when humanity made its first breakthrough in the war on mimics. The remaining countries had pooled their last bit of resources, constructed facilities and factories. It was then the Jacket technology was born. The first prototypes were extremely heavy, with very little combat use. They were mainly used to build and construct buildings, but one day a military official had a breakthrough regarding the jacket technology. What if they added combat purposes to the jacket technology, to fight against the oncoming mimic threat, to push them back? With that, the tide of the war had changed. Humanity had been given a new purpose, a new sense of direction to fight against the aliens. Coupled with the public relations campaign that Cage carried out, the rates of enlistment skyrocketed, the morale of the army increased drastically. Before long, jacket suits were pumped out at a rate of a hundred a day, the numerous factories that sprang up across the countryside continuously producing the suits day and night as the black clouds of soot and poisonous chemicals rose into the air.

With the improvements of military technology on the rise, new scientific breakthroughs were made, and the battles between man and alien became on par. Before long, with the enlistment of Rita Vrtaski, Verdun was reclaimed by the human race. Many factors had contributed to the fall of Verdun, the main ones were the fact that the mimics had actually intentionally given up Verdun to trick the UDF into pilling their entire resources for another all out attack, another main factor was the usage of the mimic's ability, the ability that Rita had gained by killing an alpha, thus tainting her bloodstream with their alien blood.

Another year passed, as the Angel of Verdun brought in more and more victories. The amount of mimic kills she had racked up had outnumbered any of the other marines in the entire UDF. Thanks to the jacket technology and Rita Vrataski, the life expectancy of the soldiers had increased from a mere 6 days to 15 days, a large improvement as soldiers could enter battles and most would survive.

Present Time

Cage snapped out of his daydream, his report half finished in his hands. The time was 1130, and he had to rush through the second half of his report. Soon he managed to churn out his report, and submitted it to the General. His stomach rumbled as he realised that he had not eaten since the previous day, where he had been training with Rita to repel the mimic attack. While gobbling down the mashed potatoes, he received a message from Dr. Carter. Cage felt a flash of surprise, for he did not expect the cell lines to be functional so quickly. One of the first things that the mimics had taken out when they attacked the base was the capability to notify other bases that had sprung up in the country, so messages would not come in till it was fixed. Then again, the base held well-trained engineers, who were able to fix almost anything quickly. After finishing up his mashed potatoes, Cage strode out of the mess hall, glancing over at the hanger Dr. Carter had told him to go to, one of the few surviving and functional hangers.

Author's Note: How was this chapter? Hope it was something different for you guys, I decided to dwelve a bit into Cage's past. It was interesting talking about earth before the war and during the war, did a bit of research from time to time too. Same as always, if you guys have anything to contribute do remember to write a quick review or drop me a message, I'd see you in the next chapter! :D