Part 5

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“At least, that’s what they told me. I woke up 9 days later as expected and the rest you already know. I founded the Interplanetary Military Union as a joint force by all of Earth’s population in order to create a proper army that could defend us from the genarians. After we won the Moon War, they managed to set foot on Saturn and we knew it wouldn’t be long until they came up with a plan to attack us. The rest is history. Now, the real issue is Martha and Jerome’s son. He was part of the experimental process of the super-soldiers. He was the second prototype. Being a genetic failure from the beginning, I thought it was better to let his parents raise him as they pleased. And so they did, but the thing was that he couldn’t ever integrate into society. He was much too dependent on his parents. Without them he becomes lonely, lost in the world. He starts to feel frustrated, angry, and loses control over his body. He has far too much power within him. So I can only imagine what state he must be in, knowing that his parents died. He will seek revenge at all costs. He will probably use his genarian form to either infiltrate the enemy troops or annihilate every single one of them, I honestly can’t predict how he will react. So I warn you. He is extremely dangerous, far more powerful than the average genarian. You may take him by an ordinary one, but please do make sure not to kill him, as he is our most valuable resource at the moment. Tactical information and squad distribution will be handed to each team via MInfo. Remember, ladies and gentlemen, use extreme care, and never forget that we must secure the lands around the UHQ and expand outward. You are dismissed.”

Later that day, Captain Lyko received a MInfo message displaying a map with several routes for the various teams to take. Oddly enough, there was also mention to some Division Commander. Lyko walked through the UHQ looking for the room mentioned in the message. He found it in a corner, heavily guarded. Passing through inspection, he entered a small container‑like building. The inside was dark, with one lonely lamp meagrely lighting the whole room. The room was empty, and Lyko had a striking feeling that something wasn’t right. Just as he thought of running away, a trapdoor opened, shedding a bright blue light all over the room. Lyko made out the silhouette of a man walking up to the floor. The man said at last, “Captain Lyko, welcome to our most important R&D facility, the Exolab. Please follow me”. After climbing down a long staircase, Lyko saw a gigantic floor, about the same size of the whole UHQ. It had none but four walls surrounding it, and an unimaginable quantity of people and machinery. Some of the machines in the production line were as tall as 10 metres. He kept following the man who had welcomed him along the huge underground factory, finally arriving at a large circle on the ground, full of strange mechanical chairs. General Sorges and many other captains were there, as well as other high-rank officers. A man came to speak to Lyko, “Hello Captain, I’m your Division Commander, Thuman Olyve. I will be handling field operations for your team, as well as other 49 teams. Now, if you follow me, please...” Thuman walked to the middle of the circle, where he pointed at one of the chairs, “...have a sit.”. Lyko thought all of that was very strange. General Sorges was alone outside the circle, left to his thoughts. More captains arrived, and sat on the chairs. “Ladies and gentlemen, I reckon you all have mission details on your MInfos. Your teams have been prepared, antidotes administered, and the whole army mobilized. You are now part of Division 3 of the Military Union. Each captain will have field leadership upon their team, and I will make sure everything flows as planned. The machines you are sitting on are exoskeletons made to empower you with the same abilities as the Mods. They are still experimental, but operational. They are easy to use, you won’t feel the difference. We are looking to provide as many soldiers with them as possible. Now if you please, go through that gate.”

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Part 4

21 December 2012

The city of Poret rested under the moonlight. The streets were busy, as usual before Christmas, with children playing outside with the snow, people of all sorts of social statuses were on the streets, enjoying the fresh winter air. The Christmas lights were all over the streets, twinkling in bright colours. But one light sought to shine brighter than all others that night. As the inhabitants of Poret stared up into the sky, they saw a strange light, a very white and bright one. It came closer, bringing along a loud sound that almost shattered the windows as it landed, with a big impact that shook the ground. Everyone set off to the strange object which had fallen off the sky. When they got there, all they saw was a seemingly round object, about the size of a bus in diameter. There was a big hatch, which was rotating, starting to open. Everyone was scared, the police sirens could already be heard. As soon as the first patrol car arrived, the hatch opened, and from within the round object came out a man, then a woman. Everyone rushed to help them, ask them what had happened, where they had come from. But the police officers stopped them. “Back off everyone, we got this covered. They might be dangerous.” they said. The woman then came forward. She wore a beautiful dress, “We mean no harm. We need help. Can you take us to the nearest United Nations?”. “Lady, what are you talking about? You seem to need some medical aid.” said one of the officers. “No sir, you don’t understand. It’s very urgent. We need to speak to someone who can help us on a very important matter to the whole planet!”, “OK lady, uh...just come with us and we’ll see what we can do”. And so, both the man and the woman followed the officer, entering the patrol car. “Mister, there’s one more thing we need help with.” said the man, “Go ahead, we are glad to help” replied the officer, “We have another passenger who needs to come with us.”, “Well, it’s OK, there’s space for three back there. Is there something wrong with him? Why didn’t he come?”. By now, the whole place was surrounded by people and police forces. The army was arriving. Reports of UFO sightings were being aired on TV. There was now a perimeter around the craft and the police was arriving with more and more men. “You see, he isn’t exactly...like you and me.”, “What do you mean?” asked the officer, surprised by that statement, “I mean, he’s not quite... human” continued the man, “Are you actually telling me that thing came from space?”, “I’m not sure what space is. Well, it came from outside of Earth if that’s what you’re asking.”, the officer’s eyes expressed a deep fear. He was paralyzed, with running thought that those people could have come from space. That, or the man was completely crazy. “Sir, I’ll have to ask you to be very quiet and stay inside the car.”. He got out, and called out to his colleagues who were nearby. “We’ve got either a crazy thing going on, or a crazy thing going on. These guys say they came from space. We need the Lieutenant right now.”, “Easy John, the army’s a few minutes away, they’ll clean the situation right up.”. And so it was, the man and the woman sat there in the car for a good 5 minutes until an army truck came by. “Officers, we’ll handle this from now on. Ensure the perimeter, tell everyone to go home.” said a man in army uniform who didn’t identify himself. The soldiers approached the craft and waited for orders. A helicopter arrived, shedding light over the thing. Another army truck arrived. The police Lieutenant also arrived. The place was now filled with policemen, army men, bomb squad teams and government representatives were coming also. The party was set.

It was a long wait before they made a move, but finally, after confirming there were no bombs aboard, a group of soldiers entered. “Don’t hurt him, please!” screamed the woman from inside the car. “We won’t hurt it, don’t worry.” said one of the army officers. Just about 1 minute later, the men came out holding a humanoid creature, with black skin and big strong limbs. The soldiers put him inside one of the trucks with the man and the woman and took off, leaving the crash scene to be investigated by the tens of officers who surrounded it.

Part 3

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Part 3

“Did you really have to do that?” Mark was shaking his hands violently in the air. “It was our only way out.” Pointed Yoh. “What? Do you even listen to yourself? Killing our own team is not a way out! Killing the very people we were sent to save is not a way out!” Mark was furious. His training to be a leader made him feel responsible for the mission, which they had just failed. He had never failed a mission. He had never had one to fail, for that matter. But somehow, deep in him, he knew it was his fault. “Well, you didn’t really have to burst like that, Yoh!”. While Mark had been thinking, blaming himself for the failure, Torandis had engaged in a fierce argument with Yoh. “As I said, it was our only chance. We were being swarmed. I think it’s up to Captain Lyko to decide if it was the best move...”. A profound silence was heard, echoing through their heads as they remembered what Yoh had done to get them out of a surely rough situation. “Anywho, no matter now, it’s done. And we 3 are the only ones left to tell it.”.

They had made it safely to the bunker. Hurt, hungry, frustrated, they told Cap. What had happened. “I see. Don’t you worry. Now there’s nothing more we can do now. The whole of Europe has fallen. We better hurry to the UHQ. All the survivors of the overtaken zones have already been displaced there. It’s time for us to go. Gather everything up, the team is waiting in the displacement room.” As he finished, he took off through a corridor, and the 3 soldiers followed. They shortly arrived at a room, on the second floor of the bunker, where a thirty‑some people awaited. The room had about 100m², and was full of all kinds of equipment: cars, tanks, helicopters, weapons and hundreds of boxes filled with little gadgets, ammo and supplies. As soon as they got in, the Cap. closed the door and the lights went out. A strange sound was heard, something like a jet engine mixed with a guitar amplifier. Mark, Torandis and Yoh knew that sound well. It meant home. Instantly, they could smell it. That familiar smell, the same one their childhoods were made of. Being born and raised in the Union, they had been trained to be super soldiers since a young age. And it was all in the Union.

“I must hurry and report to General Sorges! You guys go into the Healing Chambers ASAP.”. Captain Lyko made his way into a large circular room with 10 chairs all around. Opposite the steel door was the biggest chair, coated in red satin. The cloaked man sitting there was the only person in the room besides Cap. “May I, Sir?”, “I was waiting for you. How did it go?”, “We lost, Sir. Five dead, mission failed. Berlin was completely destroyed. One of my men burst. I sent them to the Healing Chambers. What shall we do about it, Sir?”, “Why, follow the protocol. Give him the container.”. The General’s voice was deep and firm. He liked every Captain to report directly and personally to him. “We have the situation under some control here. Though, we have met a small setback. I will soon summon all Captains for a briefing. Make sure your team is reassembled. Prepare all equipment and crew, for the next few days will be the worst you have ever lived.”

The next day, Captain Lyko was woken by a horn. In his room, there was little comfort, but who could afford that during war? His MInfo displayed the words: All team Captains summoned for a top-level briefing at the First Conference Room. Cap. flew out of the room, having only time to put on his uniform, his MInfo and his belt. He got to the First Conference Room, a large auditorium-like facility, as fast as he could. The General didn’t like delaying his affairs. Over 300 Captains from all over the world were there. Some of them had grown up with Lyko. Other that had grown up with him, were missing. He sat on the first free chair he saw. They waited for some minutes until the rest of the Captains arrived. About 500 of them. General Sorges was sitting down there, in his large red chair, cloaked, with his whole body covered as usual.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for coming. This is a very special meeting, one we have never had before. We are officially at war with Genar. We foresaw this day, we trained for this day, we lived for this day. Now, I feel like most of you need to be put up-to-date on some topics if we are to have a serious chance at winning. I’m sure you are all familiar with Mr. Jerome Ony and Mrs. Martha Ony. So far, all you know is they are of extreme importance to the Union. Ladies and gentlemen, it is with uttermost sadness that I have come to know they were killed during the alien invasion.” As he said this, he displayed a photo of Martha’s and Jerome’s bodies on everyone’s MInfo. “But the real problem, ladies and gentlemen, is that they had a son. We have found no evidence that he has been killed. What is the big deal, you ask. He is the reason we had to keep Martha and Jerome safe. He is the single most valuable man on Earth.”. The audience gazed at the General, speechless. They didn’t know what to expect. One of the Captains requested to intervene. “Sir, with all due respect, aren’t you supposed to be the most valuable person?”, “I have still a long story to tell...”

Part 2

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For two hours had they now been stranded in that dreadful place. A ruin of a torn skyscraper. Important people needed saving. Businessmen, politicians, army men. They were the mission. It was one of the main points of interest for an attack to the Germanic Province. Fortunately, the team managed to save most of the high-profiles, but now they had another problem: they had to get them to safety, and after the ruckus they made to get there, the whole place was groaning with nasties. Completely surrounded, at the first sign of movement they would get slammed, as their fellow Fing knew all too well. He had learned it the hard way.

“Call for backup.” whispered Torandis to Mark. “I already did, they must have cut our communications.”. “How do they even communicate? Haven’t heard them talk or make any sound yet!” interrupted Al. “Hey Al, make yourself useful and find us a way out. And fast!” said Mark. “The others are still waiting with the survivors on the 21^st. How ‘bout we get going already?”, “We can’t. We need Yoh at least.” replied Al, “They should be here soon.”. As they spoke, they walked slowly, trying to scout out for enemies. Mark heard a noise in the distance, down a long corridor, and with a signal ordered them to assume battle formation. The three of them were nervous. From what they had seen earlier on the higher floors, it could be a horde of monsters for all they knew. “Al, go down the corridor. Torandis, flank them. I’ll be right behind you.”. With her sharp senses, Torandis could see as well in the darkness of the night as in a bright summer day. She spotted two furry genarians. Mark told her to stop and went in through a room full of wreckage and met Al still crawling away in the previous corridor. With no more than two gestures, Al was told to follow him, and both arrived at the parallel corridor. The three soldiers slowly made their way toward the enemy. Having to rely on their senses for the night was dark as dark can be, and the cold wind made it hard to manoeuvre, they reached a point where Mark could almost hear the creatures’ heartbeat, they all jumped and shot several rounds, inflicting heavy wounds on one, while the other managed to dodge, and jumped forward, landing on All, breaking his spine, violently stabbing him with a sharp glowing blade, all in one swoop. Instant death for the poor fellow. Startled, Mark and Torandis ran and ducked behind a wall. The monster came rushing into the room with weapon in hand, and almost decapitated Mark, had he not rolled away from it. Torandis shot it in the head opening a large hole, which didn’t seem to stop the beast’s rage, while he swiftly destroyed the whole floor. The soldiers panicked, they couldn’t handle it, it was no mindless animal, it was clever and agile. “And strong too!”, thought Torandis as he broke through a solid brick wall. She got up, and seeing as the monster had its back turned to her, she fired a whole clip of her machine gun. It died, turning around while it fell.

Both of them were exhausted, mostly due to the stressful situation, not to physical strain. They heard more noise, as now, the whole lot of the invaders were coming, alerted by the fight. “We have to get back to the 21^st floor.” said Mark, “It’s our only chance of getting outta here alive”. By now, he was screaming, as the building was shaking with tens, who knows hundreds of genarians, bloodthirsty and fierce genarians, coming to get them. They set out to join the others who waited for a clear way, 8 floors above.

Unity makes you invincible.

Part 1

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“The country has sustained severe damage.” Said the news anchor on TV, “All over the world there have been reports of these pod-like objects crashing into the ground.”, “We are still waiting for confirmation from the Union as to whether or not these events are in fact an attack. Please remain calm and safely in your bunkers, don’t go outside and keep connected to the WCN, we are committed to keep updating you as well as possible”, she continued. She then started speaking some incomprehensible words, as the TV was shot and shutdown. Gunfire echoed through the whole street. The armies of the whole world were on the streets. “Do you think they are really genarians?” asked a man to a passing soldier. “Of course they are. We don’t need no Union to tell us that!”.

“You are no ordinary men! For you are brave and strong. Don’t let go of your comrades. Unity makes you invincible!” Spat the man in army official uniform, whose name plate read Superior Union General Sorges. The speaker answered an uniform “For duty, for honour, for Earth!”. With a word of command, thousands of Union soldiers started moving out for battle.

“Why are you so excited?” asked a man named Karl. “Why shouldn’t I?” replied the target of such obvious question, “Was this not what we have trained for all our lives? Are you not proud of being able to fulfil your destiny? To do your duty, what you’re meant to?” As they spoke, they left the underground bunker, only to find a green grassy landscape, filled with dark smoke coming from the city barely 100m away. “Off we go” said the team’s leader, Union Captain Lyko. He proceeded to call the men in his unit. As they answered the call, the men shot across the field with astonishing speed. “Mark! Runis! Karl! Torandis! Fing! Al! Yoh! Joan!”, the Captain shouted, walking right back to the bunker.

“Have you ever seen a genarian before?” asked Karl when the group reached the wall that separated the green peaceful park from the big avenue ahead. Filled with fear and doubt, he ducked behind the wall along with his unit, and so they prepared an attack. “Get me a location” said Yoh, pulling out a katana from a back sheathe, to what Mark answered “One target, 2’o clock, 18 meters”. Yoh jumped over the wall and looked at the target location, but couldn’t make anything out of the smoke and debris. Venturing into the unknown, she pressed on, sensing a strong presence amidst the wreckage of a fallen building. As quietly as she could, she tried to scan the area with her hearing and what few lighting her eyes could perceive. Suddenly, she heard a strange sound just behind her. Turning quickly around, she faced the being before her, a black mass of fur, wielding strange sword-like weapons, which it swung at Yoh at full speed. She just barely evaded the attack, rolling over to her right. The fierce beating of her heart compelled her to strike, quickly getting up and flanking the creature, which deflected a precise and quick stab from the katana. With a call, Yoh requested assistance from her comrades, who rushed to the battle with great haste. Pulling out their weapons, they soon surrounded the raging monster, which was not taller than a grown man. Yoh drew a pistol from a waist-holster, shooting the foe several times on the head. Hurt, it growled, and with a salve of gunfire the monster dropped inanimate to the ground.