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Hello, people! I am Bingham, Imperial Wish or other names, and I am also on Film Fiction where I have another story! But let's not get carried away, let's focus on this new story I have rewritten. This story was written way before the new world, which introduces new enemies. However, I never got the chance to post it as I got carried away with my current project. Even though it's only 5k words already, the next chapter is a bit more slice of life or something along those lines, I think.
PROLOGUE
THE ELECTRIC BOOGALOO TWO KICK START
Beneath a city reduced to rubble, a bunker housed a small group of tan-colored humans. They huddled around a desk, a map of the city spread before them. One of the tan-colored humans sat behind the desk, his eyes scanning the map with grim determination.
"Main Führer, the gray forces are advancing from the east, penetrating deeper into our capital's defenses," one of the tan-colored humans reported, his finger tracing a path on the map.
As he spoke, the bunker began to tremble, the vibrations a stark reminder of the ongoing bombardment of the city above. The seated tan-colored human, known as Tan, looked up at the bunker ceiling, the rhythmic rumbling a constant reminder of the war raging outside. He returned his gaze to the map, where four different colored lines represented the various factions battling for control of the city.
"Give me an update on the Tanwin Tommel offensive in the southern sector of the city," Tan ordered, his voice barely above a whisper as he pointed to Tommel's position on the map.
The generals surrounding Tan fell silent, their eyes darting nervously amongst themselves. Finally, a Lieutenant General was pushed forward. He glanced back at his fellow officers, silently pleading for someone else to deliver the news to Tan. But their stern gazes urged him to speak. Swallowing hard, he turned back to Tan and began to relay the unfortunate news.
"Main Führer, Tom... Tommel's attack was unsuccessful," the Lieutenant General paused, allowing Tan to absorb the information. "He was recalled back to the bunker for a check-up, as per your orders, before he could complete his mission." The Lieutenant General's voice wavered as he spoke, the fear for his life growing with each passing moment of silence.
The silence stretched on, becoming almost unbearable. Tan's grip on the pen he was holding loosened, his teeth bared in a snarl of frustration.
"What? Get me Tommel now, you pathetic excuse for a tan general!" Tan roared, hurling objects from the table at the Lieutenant General.
As the Lieutenant General scurried away to fetch Tommel, another tan-colored human spoke up, his voice heavy with an accent.
"Mein Führer, it is time to initiate Protocol Electric Boogaloo," a Field Marshal suggested, his words met with confused stares from the others.
Tan looked at the Field Marshal and nodded his agreement. He then returned to berating the other army generals and majors for their failure to repel the enemy. The Field Marshal quickly exited, eager to begin the protocol and escape Tan's wrath.
[POV change: random tan sector]
"Boom!"
"Damn it, reload!" A tan soldier barked, frantically rotating the turret of the 88 flak gun he was manning.
In front of the flak battery, green armored units were attempting to overrun their position. But the tan defenders were holding strong, their defense consisting of the 88 flak gun and three squads of infantry. Their own armored units were now nothing more than smoldering heaps of metal.
"Fire!" A tan soldier commanded from behind the flak gun. The gunner complied, firing at an M4A2 tank that was rounding the corner of the street.
The M4A2 tank was taken out before it could fire a shot, its crew screaming as they were consumed by flames. The infantry accompanying the tank quickly retreated, leaving the tan defenders to survey the carnage around them. Some of the surviving tan soldiers were visibly shaken, their minds scarred by the horrors of war.
[POV change: two hours later]
Tan strode down a hallway, Tommel trailing behind him.
"Main Führer, Protocol Electric Boogaloo is a failure. It's a waste of resources," Tommel argued, his words barely audible over the diminishing tremors of the bunker.
Tan ignored him, continuing his march down the hallway. But Tommel was persistent.
"Why do you continue to cling to false hope?" Tommel questioned, his voice echoing in the narrow corridor.
Tan remained silent, his focus solely on the path ahead. The Field Marshal, growing irritated with Tommel's incessant questioning, finally spoke up.
"Silence! Our leader has been tirelessly working on improving Protocol Electric Boogaloo. Show some respect and keep quiet until we reach the lab," the Field Marshal snapped, his heavy accent making his words difficult to understand.
They finally arrived at a steel door marked 'Lab of the City of Tanlin, enter at your own will.' As the door slowly opened, a tan scientist emerged, bowing respectfully to Tan.
"Ah, Main Führer, welcome to the lab. Protocol Electric Boogaloo Phase Two is just warming up," the scientist announced, a gleam of excitement in his eyes.
As the scientist and the Field Marshal engaged in a conversation, the lights suddenly flickered and went out. Tommel let out a high-pitched scream, a reaction that was met with amusement by the others.
"Well, look at the strange man screaming like a girl," the Field Marshal chuckled, his words echoing in the darkness.
A soft blue glow began to emanate from the lab, casting an eerie light in the hallway. The group remained still, their eyes fixed on the source of the light. Suddenly, the blue glow intensified, turning white and engulfing the group.
When the light faded, a man stood in the hallway. He was dressed in a trench coat and fedora, a walking cane with a unique design in his hand. The design depicted a man bleeding out, clutching a star.
The man looked at me, then at you. His smile widened as he spoke, his voice a strange mix of gravelly and youthful.
"So, it begins. Some more to add to this long story of life. Let's see if these plastic beings can handle their new world, dear old wish," he said, raising his hand and snapping his fingers. Our vision went black.
"Until next time," his voice echoed in the void.