2022, July, 16 Ukraine
Michael narrows his eyes, his NVGs looking at a patrol coming his way as a hand reaches for his radio, turning it on.
"This is Red 5 to Red 2, Patrol spotted I say again, Patrol Spotted."
His white camo clothes blended in perfectly with the forest brush and snow covered lands. His breathing extended out that he could still see it even in the night and green tint to everything. His fellow Marines move up from their positions to get a better view of the patrol entering their territory. For some reason the Russians didn't have visible NVGs and they didn't want to stick around and find out. One man crawled up beside Michael using a target resonator to point at the group of Russians.
They were literally throwing everything except the kitchen sink at them for their fuel supply for this region. What a waste of good young men.
"This is Red 2 to Papa battery call for immediate fire support."
"Copy that Red 2, Go for stroke"
"Got multiple Russian contacts and slower vehicles coming in grid Kilo 2-5 heading southwest."
"Copy that, going for strike in 10 clicks"
"Copy that"
The Laser aimed at the center only ever moved slowly to make sure the coordinates stay in target. They waited only then did they hear the shriek of Howitzer rounds fall over their heads and impact the patrol. Sending body parts everywhere and painting the forest floor in a red mist.
He was about to get up when Red 7 held him back down. Pointing further beyond as if seeing something with the Laser designator. He then looked through his rifle's scope only to see more Russians.
"They're running at us desperate! Call for fire again! Repeat action!" The Sergeant in charge shouted.
Michael took aim and fired a round a man's head. But he ducked in time behind cover as it sailed past the olive green helmet.
"Shit!"
He fired the minute the same soldier got up nailing him directly into the throat. Pink mist issued forth and then he fell backwards. He looks to his companion Red 2 only to find he had a hole in his head. And the Lazer designator was out of commission.
"RED 9, THE DESIGNATORS DOWN!"
The Sargent cursed under his breath as he fired his 203. Forcing the soldiers he attempted to blow up to take cover.
"Red 7 call for fire!"
The Sargent called out as he fired several rounds into what looked like a Russian NCO.
"Papa battery this is Red 7 Repeat action! I say again, repeat action!"
"Sorry Red 7, Enemy engaged our sector, call for fire is on hold."
"DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT!"
"Red 9! Call for fire is a no go!"
He then fired several rounds into a man running to his position. The Russian running at fell over as he clenched at his chest. Their body armor failing, another Russian with a red cross symbol ran up to him to check on his wounds. Michael looked beyond him to see an enraged Russian commander. He threw away his rifle and pulled out his pistol. When he got up to the medic Michael fired three rounds into the man's face dislocating the man's left eye, lower jaw and the back of his skull.
He then tried to shoot at a man behind the cover of the trees beyond the medic only to hear a click. Taking cover from his position he looks at his rifle to see the bolt to the rear. Dumping the magazine and inserting a fresh one his hand slapped the bolt release and he repositioned behind a tree that was right next to him. Taking aim he fired three rounds at another Russian attempting to storm his position only to end up in the same state as his wounded comrade. Only like the Russian commander he was dead to rights.
It felt like the skirmish lasted for nearly a full hour. But in reality it lasted only a minute before something crashed into the trees near them. It made the fury of bullets and explosion of grenades come to a stand still as everyone looked at what crashed near them.
A white machine with a gold V like antennae attached to its helm. Green eyes looked dim as what looked like segmented white armor was at first glowing red before shutting down or something, it didn't sit right with anyone. Their rifles and weapons aimed at the white machine. Then the eyes glowed suddenly as if it had gone through a quick reboot cycle. Their heart rates skyrocketed as it began to slowly sit up. So they opened fire at it, their small arms doing nothing but bouncing off its armor.
As the pilot of the white machine was about to completely stand up it was knocked back down due to a red bipedal machine. The singular eye of the Sinanju put even more fear in the men below. Pointing a finger at them as it spoke over some loud speakers.
"See Banagher, even back then humans have fought over petty things"
His voice chilled the pilots spine as he saw the barrel of his beam weapon aimed at the frightened soldiers. Thinking quickly he used his thrusters to off balance the mobile suit which wasn't used to gravity. When the red machine fired he was off center as the beam vaporized some of the Russians, behind the men, the green Laser went through a Russian tank melting through it's armor and ammo storage resulting in an explosion.
Michael breathed heavily as he felt rocks and hot shrapnel embedded into his flack jacket. Knocking the wind out of his chest. He got scratches from the rocks that went past his cheeks when that machine fired. His chest felt too warm, and even felt some liquid.
"Shit." He mutters under his breath. "CORPMAN! CORPMAN!"
The other Marines called out for each other's names to make sure they're ok. But the machines started to radiate an odd green energy. Realizing he was far too close to the machines he tried to back crawl away.
"CHAVEZ!" shouted one of the Marines.
Michael held out a hand in the hopes of being dragged away from the area. His wound made sure he couldn't get far.
Your time is now, to lead a hero to there destiny
The green energy from the large robots flowed from the white one and started to envelop him as if it was taking him by force. And then everything went black as the adrenaline from the previous firefight had stopped after that. As if the aura of energy wanted to take him with whatever those monstrosities were from.
He was on a sea of black as though in space. His black gear was no longer able to pick up any signals as he tried to keep the shrapnel to stay in place. Then out of nowhere his radio picked up some odd signal.
Static...
Static...
Static...
"Hello? Can you hear me?"
This caught his attention quickly no one but his platoon should have this channel. He quickly pressed the talk button on the side of the radio.
"THIS LANCE CORPORAL CHAVEZ WHO THE HELL IS THIS!?"
"It's okay, calm down. This may take you by surprise, but I want you to take a breath and calm down."
"Calm down? Your on a restricted military channel! Who are you with? Spetsnaz?"
"I don't know what happened, but it seems that you have left this world. I don't know if you have died or were summoned, but there is no doubt, you are no longer in our existential plane. The only reason I was able to perceive it and communicate with you , was because you had my Deviant account open and…"
"What the hell is a DeviantArt account?"
"I say again, who the hell is this!?"
"What? Who am I? It's me, Alex Kellar, it doesn't matter what I am, the only thing that matters is that thanks to that link I can give you a hand in this situation. Normally you would be sent to a new plane of existence just as you are now, with no abilities other than your current ones, but let me give you a blessing to help you along the way."
Static...
"The signal is weakening, good luck."
Static...
Static…
"Ok that didn't help me at all."
He thought to himself, his eyes squinted in hatred as he saw a light coming his way with one thought in his mind.
"Oh dear God I hope this is just a dream and not someone's bullshit Isekai fantasy…"
Side 7, Universal Century 0078, July 12
Sayla Mass collapsed onto her bed. Her apartment was rather bare for a woman who lived on her own. Then again she was spending most of her time studying medicine at the college in Side 7. She removed her arm from her face to see a picture of her family. A family that is no more. She placed the photo down gently so she wouldn't have to look at it and stared at the ceiling.
She missed playing with her brother when she was younger. The soft tender kisses on her head from her loving father. The warmth of her mothers hugs. The Mass family where kind people, but the void left in her heart by her father's assassination, mother's passing from house arrest, and her brothers disappearance.
She closed her eyes in the hopes of getting some sleep. However the artificial atmosphere decided it was a thunderstorm tonight. The lighting striking at various premade metal rods to prevent fires. However when she looked outside to the plain courtyards. Something crashed into the grass causing mud to turn over. Much to her shock, as fast as the objects came into view. Yet as fast as it came the objects left.
An ambulance and a few police cars rolled up trying to keep the section closed off as much as possible. She saw a stretcher get put into said ambulance. As people tried coming out of their homes to see what was going on the police blocked off entry to the park. Though she had little intention of investigating what happened. Maybe….just maybe in the morning.
Much later, Classified training area, Side 7
Doc.Ray sat at his desk as he was reviewing the combat data for the new Prototype mobile suit. His eyes glued to every pixel he could spot. Everything was going perfectly on schedule. He smiled. Soon he and his son will be back on earth with his wife. His work has been completed. However adjustments need to be made for the 2nd and 3rd prototypes. Mostly so that they'd fit their pilots' custom specs. It may not be to defeat the "Red Comet", but to face overwhelming odds. These adjustments are a must for their pilots.
However they have yet to send him a candidate for the third prototype. He was about to go through a stack of paperwork when his office phone ringed.
"Who is it?"
"Sir we will need your negotiation skills for this one."
This raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
"A subject is not responding to our questions, perhaps your mind would be of use here."
"Get a better interrogator, I don't see how this matters to me."
"Yet you convinced a room of officers to sign off on your little pet project."
"Fucking beuracrates"
"Very well where is the subject located?"
"The hospital."
He replaced the phone and grabbed his jacket. Looking back to his office he saw the photo of his son and sighs.
"I hope this is important."
Located in an area labed "under construction". Three objects were laid in deployment racks for mobile suits. One was black, another was white with red and blue details, and the last one was Black and Red. However as if it has sensed the new arrival on Side 7. Its Visor glowed blue suddenly before turning quickly. However, war may be fast approaching the Colony sooner than later.
