You all remember Y'ato's Past, right? Well, same rules, different Story.
For those of you who dont remember - One member writes a chapter, then states who will write the next one. If the next person doesn't reply within 2 days, a new person is selected. Remember to PM the person you choose
note - Please state your chapter number, but giving the chapter a title is optional.
Chapter 1 - Alarm
Captain Thompson sat alone at one of the metal, rusted tables of the platoon mess hall, a mug of disgustingly diluted coffee cooled in his left hand. The Aralonian war had ended only four hours earlier. Before, the fighting had been intense and Thompson was the only one of his regiment still alive. Sure, he was glad that the war was over, but more-so he was angry that it had begun in the first place. There hadn't been a war since 2008, and then out of nowhere, Aralone declared war on the New Republic - the largest world power - consisting of the UK, the Americas and Europe, now combined into one super-country.
They had expected the fighting to be easy, but it turned out the Aralonians had off-world help. Tanks beyond current Earth standard technologies had pillaged everything in their path until EMP grenades were made standard to every Regiment. Then it was just same-old trench warfare.
There were still a few terrorist groups left, determined on breaking the un-sturdy peace, and there were rumours that they were still in contact with the off-world civilization, but the world leaders just shrugged off the idea.
Thompson wasn't so sure... He had been part of the combat... He had seen the look in the enemie's eyes, and they didn't look angry or scared like most soldiers did in war... They looked blank as if they didn't know what was happenning.
Mind Control was dominating Thompson's train of thouhts when all of a sudden, the company alarm started screeching.
A shadow grew over Thompson's table. He looked up to see his colonal, a look of grim determination on his face.
"Captain, a group of activists have seized control of one of our chemical labs out in Zone 24. You'll be leading the team to take it back. Get going. Now."
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Thompson approached the HI-37 Night Interceptor Helicopter. Only 4 hours since the war had ended - since he had come back from the front line - he was being whisked away to complete another miniature war of its own. He spat and boarded the chopper.
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