OOC: I hope it's all right if I split it Seluna, just don't want to crowd up the OOC topic.

IC:

"Warning! Warning! We have incoming fighter waves! All soldier report to the frontlines!"

Kaitos awoke with a start. The alarms were blaring in his ear.

"Christ, this is the third attack this week!"

He had slept with his armor on. You learn to do that when you've been in the miltary as long as he had. He grabbed his rifle and sub-machine gun, and made sure his nano-botics were functioning properly. He ran up the stair, causing a crack near the edge of one of the steps in his rush. Other soldiers were already flying past him towards the front. Finding a spot, he ran with them, finding his usual position in the upper bunker.

He took control of the Emplacement Sniper. Coolely, he found the spot on the neck of one of the enemy soldiers, and fired. He saw him go down, and moved on to the next.

A private rushed up to him, bleeding from one arm.

"Major! Major! There's been reports of tanks down by the beachhead! General said you should take them out!"

Kaitos nodded. He smiled. Tankbusting was his favorite, and he was good at it. Taking his position again at the sniper, he switched to AT mode. He felt the heavy shell drop into the loading chamber. Slowly, he turned until he found one tank, which had placed itself near the lower bunker, and was firing away into it. Aiming at the turret, he timed exactly when the next shell would come out. By the third shell he had it down. He fired at just the right moment on the fourth shell to catch it in the turret while it was still towards the back, and blew the tank to pieces.

Another tank was moving up the hill towards his bunker. Not wasting his time blowing the turret off, he shot three shots into the tread, causing the tank to lose it's balance and fall off the edge. After the loud crash had subsided, he finally heard the yell that every soldier dreaded.

"TITAN!!!!!!!!!!"

He looked up as the huge, slow moving Titan took position above the beachead. It fired volley after volley into the bunkers, eight of it's 32 guns focusing on each one. Kaitos felt the searing heat of the blast melt his nano-botics, and then nothing.

"Simulation ended"

Kaitos felt his sweat cool. Unlike the other soldiers, he wasn't shaking. He couldn't. Looking up, he saw the General enter the room.

"Major!"

Kaitos rose and saluted.

"Yes sir!"

The general glared at him, with his icy eyes.

"That was the WORST performance by your division that I have EVER seen. Next time, think like a commander, not like a soldier! If we ever had to face an ERC Titan, have your troops use the AA-Missile System to blow the guns up, or at least bring in a fighter strike! Run the Simulation again!"

Kaitos obiediently put the helmet back on, and pressed the start button.

Syphus's breath turned into white clouds as it exited his nose. It was early, Syphus had been assigned to assassinate a local buisnessman who had, as the buyer said, cheated him out of a lot of money. Money wich he planned to pay Syphus after the assassination, $25,000 in total. Syphus found comfort on laying ontop of his black jacket, making the ground beneath his stomach more comfortable as he laid ontop of a large building roof waitting for his victim fourteen blocks away. Syphus had a clean shot from the top of the building, no trees, nothing and ontop of it all, it was a reasonably distance away so he cannot be seen by any by-passers. It was 4:17 AM, if the information was correct, his target would leave his house through the front door at 4:30 sharp, enter his car and drive three blocks to a near-by gas station for coffee, from there he whent straight to work.

"This prick better not have given me false information. Or he's my next target." Syphus uttered under his breath.

Chaning his scope from a 12x to a 14x, Syphus had an enlarged picture of the mans front door. The knob began to turn. Syphus placed his finger tightly on the trigger, he began to breathe less deeply, taking in short breathes so he wouldn't fog up his lense in any way-shape or form. The door opened and a man wearing a long black jacket, dark blue buissnessman hat, and a briefcase stepped out, he turned and closed his door. Betwen the eyes or through the heart? So many to choose, so little time. Syphus smiled, the man didn;t have the slightest clue what he was in for. He walked down his walkway into his car, the engine started, Syphus couldn't here it start because of his distance but he knew it did because the back lights whent on. The man started pulling out of his driveway and turn left(going to Syphus's right), driving down the street. Several seconds later he puled into a gas station, The information was correct after-all, he got out of his car and entered the gas stations' store. A random employee of the gas station started filling up his gas tank. He must be a regular, not for long, Syphus smiled. As the suitcase-wielding man came c,oser o his car, coffee in one hand, suitcase in the other, he stopped and yawned next to two propane tanks. Raising his suitcase head-level.

*Thud*

Syphus reasled his bullet from the chamber, not bothering to reload. The bullet left a small hole in the mans suitcase, peircing it and going through his victims head, into his left ear, out of his right. He fell to the floor, the man who had filled his tank now ran into the store seeking safety. An emerald greenish liquid seeped out of the mans suitcase wich he shot through with his gun; the liquid slowly ran to the two propane tanks, when the liquid finally reached one it had surrounded it covering the bottom. Syphus wondered what the liquid could have been so he continued to watch. Steam began to raise from the bottom of the tank, more and more as time passed. The propane tank blew, causing a loud exploding noise and pieces of metal shoot all around, some stuck to the stations store, some whent through the window, and others into the street. The tank that just blew up propelled the second one into the air, its lid had blew off and the tank began to fly straight up into the air; higher and higher it whent until Syphus had to watch it without his scope, but with his bare eyes. It stopped eventually and began to fall down with tremendous speed.

"It looks like it's getting closer... But still, that was f*ck*** cool!" Syphus said in a regular tone, smilling.

Moments had passed, Syphus sat up watching the tank as it propelled downward coming closer. The tank was still releasing steam, giving it more speed. Damn, that thing filed to the brim! Syphus grew bored in watching it, he packed away his rifle into his cello suitcase and placed on his jacket. Taking the stairs from the top of the hotel he had stayed at, Syphus climbed down further and further until he reached the lobby, the bottome floor. He passed the clerk at the desk at said, "Checking out." as he passed. She knew who he was and immediately knew he wasn't coming back. She hit a few buttons on the computer, Syhpus walked out the door. A loud Bang was heard as Syphus walked out of the building; he turned left downt eh street towards the parkinglot wherre he had placed his car for the time being.

"Oh well thats f**king great!" Syphus said angered.

The propane take had landed in the center the hood of his car, bending the car in towards the place where it landed. The front right wheel of Syphus new black two seater car was lifted up, as well as the back right one. The car was a total wreck.

"Great, it looks like im on fot from here!" Syphus said, kick some pebbles at his car. Syphus picked up his cello case with a slight grunt. "This will be fun lugging around." Syphus said sarcasticly, walking down the street.


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OOC: Just trying to get an intro posted, ill check later for misspellings and what-not's
If anyone wants to be a part of my storyline and make it 'ours' , dont hesitate to ask

OOC: This is coming quite a bit later, but I really haven't thought of anything for awhile.

IC:

Kaitos sat heavily on the bunk in his officers quarters. He division had been training since Freedom Day, of last year. There had been no attacks, and no progress had been made in diplomatic relations.

"Major, the General would like to see you."

Kaitos silently acknowledged his computer. Placing his heavy training rifle on the bed, he made his way towards the door.

It was five minutes before he reached the General's quarters. The General was tough, a veteran of many battles. He had lost his eye in the war, and had refused to replace it with a mechanical one. What he lacked in his tactical ability, he made up for in his ability to see other people's strengths and weaknesses.

"Sit down Major Kaitos."

"Yes sir."

"Why did I call you here Major?"

Asking questions. The general did that alot. One of his tactics was to play mind games with the soldiers. Kaitos had grown used to it.

"Because sir, the performance of my division was poor sir, and it was therefore my fault."

"No, that's wrong Kaitos. I called you here to give you this."

He pulled a blue sheet of paper from his drawer. Transfer orders.

"Sir?"

"Your being transfered to Ares. The new Alien assault has decimated a line of the Capital city. We're sending over 250 thousand troops to start a new front. You'll be in command of a support sniper division."

Kaitos stood up and saluted.

"Aye sir!"

The general returned the salute, and then returned to paperwork.

Kaitos walked into the division officers barracks.

"Alright, listen up! Our division is being transfered to Ares! Grab your gear and get to the shuttles! Order all companies to form up! I don't want stragglers!"

Kaitos left before any protests or cheers could be heard. He was thinking of what it would be like. Ares... and his Brother.

[OOC: I'm sorry...I know this isn't much, but I'm still trying to find a way to write up the story of Michael's parent's deaths...it might be a while, but I'll try and get it up soon...but I thought I'd at least introduce my character...even if it's a measly two paragraphs...]


Michael let out a sigh as he watched the vids play on his desk screen. Fidgeting with the corner of a piece of paper he shut his eyes, listening to the report. So much death...and it never stops...Even those who try to end the war, he thought in his mind as an image of his father danced across his eyes. Those who try to end the war...are murdered to prevent peace...None of it makes sense, and I doubt it ever shall... He ended the vid and stood up, stretching. He looked around the room. Walking to the far end, he bent down and picked up a slip of paper. It was a newspaper clipping that looked to be at least 15 years old.

Frustrated, Michael crumpled it up and threw it into the garbage. He didn’t need reminders of the day his parents were murdered. He didn’t even want to remember that day. As he reached the door, he placed his hands on the door frame. Shutting his eyes, he put a hand through his hair. He didn’t want to remember, but the thoughts of hate wouldn’t leave his mind. Slowly, he brought himself to think of the past, and remember what had happened. He would need to face his fears sooner or later.

OOC: This is the first mini-plot that is being used. Check the OOC topic for a world news update. This is really an introductory post, so it won't be very long.

IC:

The sirens were heard across the city. Urban warfare had the capital in flames, with door to door fighting taking place.

This is the scene Chronos saw. The fires of destruction raged through places that were once his home. He checked his communications.

"10th group, 8th group, I want you to enter the transmission tower. It's key to us broadcasting."

The message took a few seconds to encode and decode.

"Aye commander."

Chronos nodded. He was in command of the 19th Ninja Division, part of the reversion to melee weapons. Alien technology, such as shock shields, had rendered the majority of firearms useless. Shinobu, the leader of 8th group, had been trained in the Ninja arts as a boy, and was called upon to train the rest of the 19th. Urban warfare made stealth a necessity.

Shinobu was the first to enter the building. Like most of the Elite Divisions, he had bio-mechanical implants, allowing him to jump, run, and almost fly.

"Chronos, The 8th has entered the transmission tower. I'm setting up com silence. You can still keep a tab on our positions though. Tell the 10th to do the same. Shinobu out."

Chronos acknowledged it with three quick taps. He switched channels, and passed the command to the 10th group.

He looked over the city from his vantage point on the Capital Spire, watching as several more explosions ripped through a downtown area. He spoke quitely to himself.

"War is hell indeed."

[OOC: Since I'm kinda bad at the whole 'army talk', I'm just going to have Michael's associates be almost normal citizens...]


Michael opened his eyes, annoyed, and turned back around as a holovid appeared on his desk. He saluted to the image.
“General?” The General took in Michael before responding. He noticed the lax nature Michael had. Michael’s usually neat red hair looked ruffled and unkempt. His eyes looked bloodshot and his face was white.
“Serebryakov. We are sending troops in to help with the battle on Ares. As I’m sure you’ve heard already,” the General said, gesturing to the stack of papers on Michael’s desk pertaining to information about the going-ons in other countries. “Alien forces have invaded Ares. New Greece plans on holding power over Ares. We have dispatched other units already. I think you should be there with them. Your flight leaves at 0900 tomorrow morning. Be on it,” he said, disappearing.
“Wait!” Michael hit out at the air, frustrated. How was he going to catch that flight? He lived in the slums of Los Angeles, far away from the nearest airport.
Walking out of his rom, he headed out of the appartment. The street was littered with garbage, the houses crunched together. There was an arid stench on the air. Michael jumped as something vibrated in his pocket, catching him on surprise. He fished out his phone and checked to see who was calling. it was the General again.
“Serebryakov.”
“Yes, General?”
There was a moments silence. “Look, I’ll be frank. I know you don’t want to go back to Ares, but there’s no other choice.”
“Why send me then? Sir,” he added.
“Because I’ve heard rumors...that Corsokov is there,”
“...I see. The army doesn’t want me. You just want me to get your revenge for you after he publicly embarrassed you during the last political campaign you made. Go get him yourself and leave me out of this.”
“It’s to late to leave you out of this, Michael.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I shall not be in your debt after this. Corsokov...is the one who initiated the assassination of your parents. He ordered the Mechante to bomb their hotel.”
“D@mn! That slimy-” Michael threw his phone at the ground, breaking it. He began running and jumped onto his parked motercycle, revving it up. “I knew there was more to it then Brynne was telling me...But to keep that from me for so long? What’s he up to?” He muttered angrily. “I’ll deal with him after Corsokov.”

Seriy's eyes widened at the onslaught when he saw screens of the battles. How he was able to avoid being killed at that point was beyond him. The Alien Menace had the city surrounded on the surface, and concidering the way they fought and their capabilities in intergalactic travel, they should have become aware of the series of underground tunnels going from city to city. Not yet, apparently. Seriy was surprised he knew either, he thought at the time he was an Earthling Human, not Aresian.

He looked on at the screens in the tunnel leading to the center of Ares. Several hundred, perhaps even thousand men, were shown lying dead upon the rusty earth, torn apart, missing limbs. What kind of news network was it? He chose to move on rather than poke at his insanity. He could hear voices further ahead. Whose were they?

Walking half a mile through the snakelike crescent shaped tunnels, he found several soldiers guarding the entrence to an underground train terminal.

"Who goes there?!" one of the guards exlaimed, pointing his automatic towards Seriy. He was a dark skinned, tall man whose eyes were an odd blue, very rare to those with a darker complexion. His hands shook. He was wearing redlike camouflage, just like his two comrades who also became alerted at the unidentified movements in the tunnel.

"#####' aliens couldn't have gotten there. We got reports of the tunnels being sealed," said a curly haired brown eyed soldier in the same uniform. He seemed to be the youngest of the three, no older than 20.

"You never know," the darker guard replied. The other remained silent. His appearance was menacing. The silent soldier was a towering giant of six and a half feet, aiming his weapon without the slighest sign of stress, unlike the others who either chose to speak loudly or their hands trepidated. Seriy, and almost anyone else who saw him, was intimidated.

"I'm... I'm a man," Seriy replied in his slight accent, which only appeared during signs of stress. "I come from (slight rolled R) New Carthage, north of here."

Two of the soldiers put their guns down, the silent one remained on guard. They didn't appear to mind this. "Jesus Christ! Come out of the shadows, slowly," the young red haired soldier said. Seriy did so, showing himself in his tattered rags of clothing. "How the hell did you get into the tunnels? All exits and entrences except for the capitol had been sealed two days ago!"

"Apparently not all of them, or I had slept longer than I thought I did... where am I? The capitol?" Seriy inquired.

"Yes," the dark skinned one said. "Right now there's an ongoing battle right now above us... This is the safest place to be right now. You can pass if you want, but we'll soon be reaching maximum capacity, and our food and water supplies are running short."

Seriy chose to pass on. The guards remained on their posts after opening the gates behnind them. The dim lighting of the tunnel didn't get much better in the hall. It was a large circular one, however the sheer amount of people at the time had shrunk it down to be only navigable a few feet at a time. Cries of children could be heard throughout, and hushed talking bounced off the walls in an indecipherable and twisted echo. Seriy found a spot against the wall to rest, and wondered what was going on.

"War of the Worlds" he thought.
He didn't remember reading that book, but he remembered the author, and the aliens coming from Mars. Maybe he'd read the book before he was hospitalized. Although unlike Wells' classic, these weren't Aliens on Mars. They were aliens on Mars, or rather Ares. For some reason he was predisposed to calling it Mars, however. In thoughts of the horrors he faced escaping the city hospital, and the numerous momentary allies he lost during the battles against the hideous extraterrestrials, he found himself a peaceful slimber, though. The weeping, whispering echoes, and the deathly thoughts become beautiful lullibies quite quickly in an insane world, he thought fading out.