June 12, 2163

6:30 AM

"Well, anything else? What about that armor you're wearing" John asked for more details.

"Apparently, a group of shamans that enforced the M.C.R.S knew something was disrupting the landscape. The Alliance and Horde were the answer, their magics and machinery will tear the planet apart. Even telling the Marine Corps. Resulting our presence here is for damage control. And this thing isn't mine, but... It's telling me... That this armor is designed to be with you, John." The operative explained.

"Holy shit, that's supposed to be mine?"

"Hmm. It seems to be hiding its full potential. Even the advanced abilities don't work, so it falls onto you but I can't take it off."

"Any other catch to this?"

"The Shamans said you cant tell or risk its existence to anyone. Or the suit's useless on its own."

Suddenly. A beam of light shines from the east. Proving that the suit can unlock its full powers. That beam will be the answer.

"Something's going on over there, may as well get to it."

Just moving down the hill past the battlefield. All the sentient stone giants had been broken up, but the dirt paths had been uprooted, making it harder to find their route.

"Who's responsible of bringing these strange beings? I'd like to kick their face in."

A male gnome holding a scroll and a burning staff that's been emitting green flames was lain on the ground in front of them. Data from the encrypted scroll tells. "You've been given several Fel spells to clear out the forests in order to clean the area of U.S.M.C presence. We need that Sky City under our if we to gain their famous super-armor. The entire Alliance will reward you greatly if the deed is done.

Sincere concerns, from the Arch-Warlock Circle of the Alliance Special Forces.

"The Alliance were responsible for those things that attacked us. And they killed the rest. Then again, Warlocks in mythologies are the commanders of demons and the most controversial mages ever to exist in Azeroth's history. So trying to contain their rage isn't so easy as they think." John said.

"But look, some of them headed southeast. Towards the 75'th Division forward base in Azshara." A soldier said while looking at the long trail of green flames heading southeast.

"We can get some help if we to destroy those creatures."

Over 3 miles away from John, to Azshara in the forward base facing a night elf village.

7:23 AM

"Seeing anything?" A marine asked.

"Nah. Nothing but glow eyes, which are the night elves. But wait, there's walking stone throwing fire at 110 meters! Get ready." Another replied. Everyone went into their battle positions. Grabbed their weapons and aimed at them.

"That fire ain't looking right, its green."

"Concentrate on a single spot and fire!"

Gunfire was ensured, but it was the same creature from before.

"Is this thing stopping?!" A marine shouted.

Its flames went away just before it hit the base. Not a single bullet damaged the giant, but he had went away.

"Thank goodness, its gone."

"There's no way that thing wouldn't had vanished that quickly. And i'm detecting multiple magical heat signatures within the village."

"Get the Village leader here. I'm going to have a talk with her."

To the leader's house.

"No. It can't be true. The legion is back from the dead."

"Hey, glow eyes!" A soldier shouted.

"What is it? And please be nice when speaking to a lady."

"How do you explain those creatures that attacked us? Your magic usage is getting quite dangerous in the region, especially the Alliance and Horde advance divisions getting closer to the city."

"Those are the Burning Legion, Abominations of the Overworld, patrons of chaos-"

"Spare the details, we don't want unwanted invaders. The platoon's moving to Delta-56 to get backup. There's no time to be researching on something that'll pick us up on their trail, causing us to lose this front."

What was Delta-56? It was a network of Artillery bases at the Western, Central and Northern mountains regions of Kalimdor. Leading from Winter Spring, between Desolace and all the way down to the Thousand Needles and Silitus. Made to protect bases, Aerial and ground transport in and out of Southern Kalimdor and the Sky cities overseas. With its troops over a million body count and 170 dreadnought airships and 20 Orbital Ships.

The Horde had severe problems getting through those regions without losing so much soldiers or supplies by traveling by ground and air. Many Alliance airships were always getting blown out of the sky when trying to take the Southern path through, the only flaw on getting the artillery to register targets was the high magnetic storms above 30,000 ft. Both factions used the advantage to gain access to the regions.

"I don't know this nonsense you're talking about, but i'm better off alone than to be with this 'U.S.M.C'." The village leader replied.

"Whatever."

Back at John, who was at the village 34 minutes later.

"More U.S.M.C? I can't stand these troops!" the leader replied.

"Well, we're going to need directions to a temple. You're going to help?" John asked, but the leader gave nothing to him. "Accounting for the previous set of soldiers. You're going to find it yourself since I'm trying to work." She replied and went back to her work. Now the only way to the temple is to use the trails.

Or a set of wheels...

"What the hell are you guys?" A soldier said while driving.

"Don't ask, but we need to get at a temple that has a beam in the sky. Can you drive us there." A JSOC Operative said.

"Can't. Horde presence in the east has pushed us back too far west, better to get reinforcements at Delta-56. But you can have our scout bikes in the back trunk."

The scout bike had a similar design of a hover board, but small enough to avoid radar detection and at the right size for anybody to ride.

While driving east, The Horde was just about everywhere. They've started to cut down the trees to find any spies. But the bikes had optical stealth that disguised themselves into animals.

"Huh? What's is with that bird?" A Female Blood elf asked.

"Nothing's wrong with that." A orc said.

"No. It's making a weird irritating noise for some reason."

"Are you sure about that, you hear that from Eversong all the time."

"They're NOT in the-" She said while the Marines fled past them.

A clearing can be seen as the bikes approach the entrance to the temple. Looks like 30,000 years old. Typical Night Elf building.

But some of the structures were being disintegrated by some white-wired kinetic energy.

"Hmm. Why is the temple... Uhh, going some changes?"

Getting out of the vehicle, and the operative and John moved in. Within the area, the disintegration is even worse. The ground's being affected, everything is falling apart.

"I think we have a problem here. Ground's becoming unstable." John asked.

"Looks like we ain't going at the entrance." The operative replied, and the entrance is blocked by rubble.

The ground shakes due to dirt being displaced.

"We've better get outta here!"

"No way. If I want the suit, may as well find a way down!"

The ground finally gave up and everything fell down to a hole. The two fell in.

As they fall into the pit that looked like 150 feet deep, just hitting the bottom is a opened door ahead. And it was a large one along with the cave. Which the debris was still falling on their heads.

"Huh. The MCRS is really overpowered, we've survived a 155 ft drop into a cave." John replied.

"Shit! Get to the freaking door!" The operative ran through the door carrying John's body. Everything collapsed behind them, but they've suffered no injuries.

Looking at the back grounds, it seems that it was a dead end. But there's a portal that was in front of them, walking through, the dead end vanishes and opens up a strange, space-like world. Apparently this is the source of the beam here.

"HELLO?!" John's voice echoed through space.

"This ain't Azeroth, but somewhere else."

"Were those night elves on crack?"

A voice was heard from ahead, then a dragon in a black-ish skin appeared. "Welcome. Soldier, you've been selected."

"For what?" John replied.

"The Conflux, designed by my servants to alter the flow of time. Just for one soldier to fix an fatal error in my time."

"Why me?"

"You're a hunter, the fated ones to re-augment the flow of space to prevent and guard the time flows from the hostile time hunters. They've ruined something that corrupted the Bronze Dragon Flight. The ones responsible of keeping time in check. I'm the one that is left out to die, you must master that suit to face my enemies and win against them, if left unchecked. They may do something that may alter Azeroth and your planet, Earth's reality or make it... Non-existent."

"You're kidding me, right?"

"It isn't a joke. It's real."

"Wait, now the objectives. Two Keys from the Alliance and Horde are needed to open the time glass in Tanaris. At the caverns of time. Each key looks like a weapon from their legends. This is a long and difficult journey, but this is needed to save Azeroth's people and yours."

This came without warning, from soldier to a could-be legend. Mess this up and everything is basically all-for-nothing. If this suit can be mastered in time. Then he's the true soldier of fortune.

I'm back, and I'm staying from now on from here. Sorry for the delay. Enjoy the rest of the story ahead.