"How do you know so god damn much about them?!" A man who had been questioning Wayne exclaimed after asking him through questions about the Brotherhood. "Because I invented them, or at least predicted everything about them. From their tactics to their history to how they look. Well, me and a friend." "That doesn't make any sense..." "I know it doesn't, but now that I know these guys are real, I can say something important. There's a planet in a system 6 light years away hidden directly behind Alpha Centarii, there, there's a young system similar to our own, called it Reach, that we used as a safe house where we reverse engineered their tech and sent it back to earth to be used by us. And how we reached it was by a Brotherian frigate that got accidentally knocked out by their EMP." "Where did the ship land?" "Hawaii, it was on its at to attack one of the last uninvaded areas of the world." The man nods, "Thank you, of you're right..." He then ran out leaving Wayne alone in the room, smiling to himself at not his contributions, but the information he withheld; the fact that the Brotherhood never invented the atom bomb and would be absolutely terrified by them.
After almost sixty tries, he finally did it. On the floor was a safe, and after opening the safe Desmond found what looked like a shotgun. It looked to be built for hunting, but there directions on how to use it. Carefully, Desmond read part of it. The shotgun could shoot ten eight rounds, and it was lever action. Who ever owned this gas station was a little smart enough to place it in the middle of nowhere. Desmond knew he would have to take off again. Staying in one spot can get you killed, and he didn't want that. He opened his bag which only had some bathroom items and a book along with some mags and two pistols. Desmond grabbed what he could off of the shelves and from the freezers where the beverages were kept. He stuffed his bag full of food and water, and maybe 10 bottles of frapachino. His bag was like a fridgerator, it kept everything cold. Desmond grabbed the shotgun and the bullets that were inside the safe. He stuffed the bullets to a small bag that was tied to his belt loop, and loaded the shotgun. He walked out of the gas station, to go to an un-invaded town, or to walk until someone finds him.
Rachel walked around the area, alone and confused. She thought that people would have shown up by now, but it seemed they never got the chance. She was alone in the middle of nowhere, trapped within her own personal hunting ground. She made it inside of the metal shack to find a piece of paper adressed to her. Only saying "Don't turn on the lights.... Mistakenly, Rachel turned on the light before looked to her right,Where she found five dead bodies, one of them holding a revolver. A little girl, possibly as young as four was found dead with a bullet hole in the middle of her head. Her parents believe that there was no hope for them, a world without a future, and ended their suffering the only way they knew how. The father was a police officer, his clothing being an important piece of evidence of what had happened. The could have only been dead for as long as two hours, but their decay had already started. Rachel walked out of the room in absolute shock and cried herself to sleep.
"It seems you were right." The man said as he walked back into the room, "Crashed on Midway believe it or not. Apparently nearly completely intact and the soldiers there were far too dazed from the crash to resist from what I understand." Wayne smiled and nodded, "Just like I said." "Mhm. We think we will go for this "Reach" you spoke of, if it's where you say it is, then we just might have a chance, at least for now. I think you're trustworthy enough to be told of the new glob-" "The Earth Alliance? Where all surviving nations agreed to fight together for as long as the Brotherhood was threatening mankind? I know already." "...You're good..." The man muttered, "Anyways, just trip to Reach should be i-" "3 months." "uh...okay? Anyway, we'll see if this planet is as you say and set up an initial colony. In the meantime, the Saber and the rifles you brought in have been reversed engineered, so we know how they are made." "Doesnt matter, if there's large group, The Brotherhood would bomb it from orbit. Our best hope currently is to be insurgents as the Brotherhood is terrible at small unit tactics, which is way a few nations on their home world have been at war with them for a very long time, and whom will indirectly help us due to drawing off Brotherhood troops
Desmond walked down the road, tired and hot. He couldn't keep walking, but something told him to do so. He looked up at the sky, which was oddly boggy, like some form of black cloud covered it. He smelled burning wood, and looked in the direction. A small town was being burnt to the ground. Desmond grabbed the rifle out and ran, full sprint. He got closer to the town, but before long, he could see dead bodies in the road from the distance. He passed by the bodies, seeing that they were burnt enough to eat. The town was lit upon, and there was no explanation for it. As Desmond arrived at the gates, the first thing he noticed were bullets all over the place. The first half was already burnt to nothing, but the second half was still blazing with smoke. There was a body, it didn't look human though. It was impaled on a large steak. It had armor and what looked like some form of rifle. Now, Desmond has seen rare weapons, but this one was something to marvel at. He picked it up, looking at the designs and the size of it. It was some-what like a regular carbine, but it looked... remade. He looked at the alien weapon before tending to the body. Nothing but the armor was left, "Maybe this armor can..." Desmond lifted the body with his strength, and not to his surprise it was heavy. He threw it on the ground, observing it. There were no signs of life around the town, only death.
Mike continued sticking in the bushes of the destroyed army base. Every step his mind was focused on surviving rather than whether the light from his torch was noticeable. As he almost got to where they were fighting back he was spotted by one of the soldiers. The soldier talked in what he guessed was English and ordered for Mike to Surrender. Causing mike to run like hell. As he ran bolts of energy kept firing at him until he reached a piece of rubble with a dead brotherhood soldier next to it. He picked up the weapon and began firing back only to be caught off guard by the way it fired. leaving a few bruises on his shoulder. After a couple of shots he managed to shoot his chest although the armour left him with only a injury. He got up and approached the soldier who was still recovering from the injury "Whatever your name is be it Rakarakamufake or Steve, go and tell your superior that you were beaten by one of the people you probably want to enslave and tell them we are humans and one thing humans are good at is never giving up. Oh and good fight" With that said he grabbed his torch and ran off with the soldiers gun in hand.
The facility Wayne was at suddenly shook with great force in what was obviously a massive explosion on the surface or nearby, "They've found us." He says simply. "[Redacted]! You, you're our VIP, you're coming with me!" The man barked, pulling a weapon out from his clothes, and motioned for Wayne to follow. Quickly getting up, deciding to go along, he ran after the man. The lights of the bunker shut off and the ways were now lit by an eerie red glow from the emergency lights as shouting began to be heard, coupled with the sound of firearms and the soft "pzzh" sound of the Brotherhood weapons. The man and Wayne soon linked up with a small squad of soldiers as they went deeper, the sound of gunfire becoming more sporadic as the Brotherhood soldiers overwhelmed the defenders. Deep underground, they motioned Wayne into what seemed like a hanger where soldiers were running about and the sound of starting up helicopters grew deafening. "We're going to have to do this just right!" The man yelled as the group got on a helicopter, "As soon as we lift off, our anti-air missiles will begin striking anything they see to blow a hole in whatever line of aircraft they have out there so we can get out!" He yelled just as a hole in the top of the hanger opened and the 10 helicopters began lifting off, "Here we go!" ********** 5 minutes later, Wayne looked back towards the burning area of forest they had just left, only 3 helicopters got out. "This war..." He started, "It's going to last a damn long time, I'm just warning you. Unless you can find my friend Eli up in Canada, none of us will live to see the end. It's a thousand years from now." "what do you mean?!" The man asked in astonishment Wayne then pulled out an old, crowded 12 year old multi-subject spiral notebook, "According to what we wrote down as kids, this war's going to last 1000 years before a disasterous invasion of the Reach System finally convinces the Brotherhood to make peace! However, I have a feeling if we established contact with my friend, we coul get him to agree to a change in canon, which I would bet would change this war!" "Where does he live?! Does the Brotherhood know of this?!" "Last I heard, he lived in a small town in British Columbia called Penticton! I don't know if he's still there, but it's worth a look. And of course the Brotherhood knows, they're probably going to be trying to find ways to capture me, my friend, and this book to make this war end favorably for them quickly!" "Then we will have to find your friend before they do then!"
Just as Rachel went to sleep the previous, she woke up in absolute shock to find both of her wrists tied together to an old metal bike rack. She knew she had been captured, but how she could have been captured still raced around in her mind. It wasn't long before a man in a brown trench-coat walked around the corner of the shed, the bright Australian daylight preventing her to see the identity of this stranger. She looked around for the gun, only to find the weapon removed from her. Her panic soon turned to hyperventilation before the man began to speak. "Calm down." he spoke simply. The man stood roughly at 5ft 10, wearing brown matching boots. Studying the stranger, she could tell that the stranger had undergone some training of some sort, appearing physically in good condition as a result. He carried a side-arm that was likely found off an fallen officer. He did however carry a small machete on his left, appearing newly forged. He did not seem like a threat, but the fact that she was chained up told her otherwise. "Who are you?" Rachel demanded. "The only reason you are alive. Are you alright?" He replied. Rachel thought for a second before replying, the chains were not his work. "Did you do this?" "No. Some bandits did, or what remains of those who survived. Tied you up and were about to kill you while you slept. You were lucky." Rachel then looked at the belt of the mysterious man, noticing that the machete had blood on it as a single drop fell onto the dirt below. "Can I trust you? You wont hurt me or anything." The man then knelled down while removing the chains, taking off his hood to allow to women to look at his face. He appeared young, but what stood out was his short ginger hair and brown eyes. "You have my word." he replied, smiling. (The man is a somewhat futuristic version of me. Reasons explained in next post.)
End of Day 1 "So far this invasion has gone quite well!" Emperor Zyth of Zim brimmed happily as the reports from Earth came in "Yes, nearly every major city that was attacked has fallen to us, more than a billion of those scum have died already, all at the lose of a single frigate and about 15,000 men." King Javo of Fantasa replied. "You are both fools if you think this war is won." Chancellor Bren of Nova simply announced to the three, "Why? A: the Earthmen have captured hoards of our tech, especially from that incident with the frigate, the Earthmen are still fighting us wherever they can, then running before having major casualties, and we have not captured the Writers!" "Please Bren, calm yourself, the Earthmen cannot last for long against our combined might! No matter what the Writers put or how much they resist, Earth will fall to us within the week, and the last of their pitiful kind exterminated." "Oh? Then what of the MAAB(pronounced Mob, meaning "military alliance against the Brotherhood", a series of small, but heavily militaristic nations on Brotheria that fight the Brotherhood as much as they can). How come they haven't been crushed yet?" "well...They are a different story!" "And since the Earthmen are so weak, why are you scared of them? You said it yourself in your speech for war." Bren said to Javo "First of all, I never said I was scared of them, I said that they had the potential to be rivals to us later on and should be crushed before they get strong enough!" "ENOUGH, you two are like bickering children! My nation's Dreadcopters will be ready for travel outside the city to pick off the remains of human resistance, and the rest will crumble." Zyth said dangerously Bren grimaced, "You are both fools, by the time this war is over, our empire will be shattered, our alliance on the brink of breaking, which it already is, the MAAB will be more powerful than ever, and the Earthmen will have been catapulted into interstellar greatness!" And with that, he stormed out of the meeting room, the first time a Brotherhood leader had done so in generations.
Desmond studied the alien body for a long while. Luckily, he got the armor off, which took maybe longer that an hour. He studied the armor carefully, then decided, if he can't figure out how to put it on then he'd just have to carry it! There was an extra bag in his back pack, it wasn't plastic, it was basically a pillow case. He stuffed the armor into the large bag and looked around.... nothing. He walked away. The one he never thought about was 'did it have a tracking beacon of some sort on it?' Desmond continued to walked through the burnt town, not caring who or what died.
(Here you go and we really need to try to set up a thing were we can all get together. Also RainbowDash9000, you should really sort of sign up http://www.everypony.com/forums/showthread.php?14239-The-End-(Sign-Ups)) After the incident at the army base and the whole EMP thing. Mike began to trek down the motorway, walking past all the burning cars that once had men, women and families driving in them. The thought lingered in his mind about how they pretty much bombarded innocent civilians without mercy. During his tour Mike faced his fair share of Civilian casualties but they weren't all burnt and dismembered like the bodies on the motorway and they weren't to this scale. After a while disgust and sadness turned to anger and determination and with that said his stance became broader and more upright and his casual stut turned into a determined march. As he headed south on his way towards London.
(Here's an idea for having us meetup to form a group; we're all captured for seeing if we're one of the Writers, then the Earthhumans attack the ship with captured tech and take it over? Also, my parents are really cracking done on my gettin on so I will not be on near as much..)
Desmond heard a noise, he felt vibration from the earth below him. In the distance he could see a shiny object. It was getting closer. Des was about to turn and run from it, but he felt pain in his chest. He fell to the ground, paralyzed except for the head. Desmond couldn't move his body, so he looked down with his eyes to see some form of smooth metal bullet sticking out of his chest. It hurt. Desmond could hear footsteps as an alien aircraft flew right above him before landing. What ever these things were, Desmond was hoping they wouldn't kill him or worse, the Anal Probe. The aliens picked him, and carried him abroad. They but Desmond in some form of case, large enough for his body, and at the side were two holes connected to hoses. The holes began spraying a light grey toxin. Desmond was knocked out as soon as the smoke reached his nostrils.
