Equinox I.S

[† Anras Rune]

This is part of a saga i have been working on for some of years now, that spans the better part of three centuries. This is actually set before the main storyline and is something of a prelude/side story. Despite of this, I will have to rewrite the chapters due to the sheer size of content and the fact I don't want to be writing all day to get one chapter on the story, so please bare with me...XD

I'll post the first proper chapter tomorrow...

Also on a sidenote this story may have some pretty graphic content in this so read at you own risk...

Prologue To A Prelude

At the turn of the 23rd century humanity went through what was later called "the False Apocalypse" spurred on by escalating tensions between the West and the recently formed Asian Defensive Union that triggered a non nuclear global conflict. The resulting arms race, as nuclear weapons were rendered strategically useless, pushed Humanity's technology to the limits of human understanding at the time. After the invention of various WMDs and years of conflict, one group's discovery shined above the rest... the ability to travel at faster than light speeds. The Furikawa-Robertson Sublight Accelarator was able to be used along side a modified WMD, the graviton bomb, too allow this drive to accelerate past the light barrier. This discovery united the world in peace and ushered in an age of exploration grander than any before.

Where our story starts off is at the turn of the 24th century, after the Great Exploration had come to an end and the entire Solar System has been colonised by Humanity in it's reach for the stars, but events have been set into motion that will change the way people think of themselves and the stars forever...

Edited October 7, 2012 by Emotional Outlet

[† The Joker]

wow... awesome progloue! can't wait to read the full thing!

[† RazorDan]

awesome this kinda reminds me of the Two Face prologue lol

[Manifesto]

Pretty interesting can't wait for the whole story

[idl12]

Like foreplay before sex, great teaser man, can't wait for the story to actually start.

[† Anras Rune]

Like foreplay before sex, great teaser man, can't wait for the story to actually start.

O.o....seriously...lol

I suppose I'll take that as a compliment...lol

[Anubis]

O.o....seriously...lol

I suppose I'll take that as a compliment...lol

Dude you really hit this one off really well..... You better not disappoint me! Cant wait for the next parts!

[† Anras Rune]

okay, here is the first chapter of the story, but i have decided that ill break them up into smaller chapters, so that its easier to follow.

Chapter 1: Asteroid Blues

Near the Inner Rim of the Asteroid Belt...

"Give me a damage report, NOW!"

"Sir, we have sustained serious damage to the port-side engine cluster, and the rear defense battery has been destroyed. We have lost contact with engineering sir." replied a curtly dressed man, sat at a console.

"Shit, we can't take much more of this brutality. Try and raise them again."

"Yessir!"

The captain sat back in his chair and took off his hat. The uniform he was wearing looked like it had been presentable a one point, but had obviously seen better days. The pips on his shoulder had been smeared with blood and the cuffs were rolled up past the elbow. At his hip was a small caliber pistol, which was unbuttoned in it's holster. His unkempt hair and rough beard only accentuated his air of exhaustion, as did the bags under his eyes.

"Sir, we have reached them on an open channel." shouted one of the crew.

"Good, patch it through on the main screen." replied the captain in a distracted manner.

The main screen, a large pane of glass that lowered from the ceiling, showed only a small piece of text. AUDIO ONLY. The captain stood up to full height and breathed in for a speech.

"This is Captain Alejandro Esteves of the Pluto Expeditionary Fleet frigate Fallen Art. Who are you and what gives you the right to attack a colonial research vessel?! Respond immediatly and we can negotiate the terms of your surrender." demanded Cpt. Esteves in a level voice.

"Bravado won't save you now Cpt. Esteves and it won't save your cargo either. You will unconditionally surrender to us, or we will be forced to destroy you and your precious experiment. You have 120 seconds to reply."

With that the voice cut off and the channel was broken. The crew looked at their cpatain, who was standing in the same position. He sighed and looked at his subordinates.

"Well lads, what do you think? You know we can't let them, whoever they are, get a hold of what we are carrying." said the captain as he scanned the room. His men, who all looked as exausted as he did, nodded their heads and smiled. The captain knew what they wanted to do.

"Commander Jacobs!"shouted the captain

"Yessah!" replied a man of small stature, with bushy brown hair and glasses.

"Go down the lab and get our charge onto an escape pod. Make sure they get on it safe." ordered the cpatain with a grim set in his shoulders.

"Right away sah!" responded the Commander and before giving a quick salute he thundered out of the bridge.

"Everyone too battle stations! Prepare for close range comabt! Ready the starboard cannon arrays for immediate firing! Bring the ship up to full combat status! Lock on to any and all hostile craft within the vecinity and fire on my command. Lieutenent, patch me through again!" barked out the captain, who had placed his hat back on.

"Well captain? What will it be, death or surrender. Surrender or death?" enquired the cold voice on the other end of the channel.

"We regret to inform you that death is our choice. FIRE!"

The crippled ship that was the PEF Fallen Art opened its right gunport and fired its cannons at the small enemy craft, which tried to scatter out of the way. Many of the smaller ships managed to dodge the intial barrage before the Fallen Art began firing it's defensive turrets and missile batteries. The larger ships had been hit although most survived, and were now proceeding to circle around the Fallen Art firing back at the ship, some of which were bringing their main linear guns to bare.

"Sir, the escape pod is ready!" said the Comander's voice over the comm link. He sounded out of breathe.

"Excellent. Now ready all escape pods for launch. Set their course for Mars. Hopefully our cargo will get through. Hurry up about it!" shouted the captain at the bridge crew. As the went about their business, there was a series of explosions that rocked the ship followed by a loud moaning of metal.

"HULL BREACH, HULL BREACH!" sirened an alarm system. above the wailing of its horns and the revolving lights.

"Launch those pods NOW!" screamed the captain, who had been knocked into his chair. He slammed his fist down on a large, glass covered button on his chair's console. Another alarm sounded.

"EMERGENCY SUBLIGHT JUMP INTIATED. ALL HANDS PREPARE FOR JUMP PROTOCOL 1.2.9"

"Sir, that will-" began the helmsman before the captain interjected.

"I KNOW! Now launch those fucking PODS!" he roared the captain over the howling sirens and moaning hull.

With that 32 escape pods launched from the Fallen Art, all accelerating rapidly in different directions before all heading toward the distant red ball that was Mars. Some of the hostile craft noticed this, and the smaller of these craft tried to give chase and destroy them. They managed to hit more than a few but to no awail. The pod the Fallen Art wanted to escape had done so. The captain breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in his chair. He took off his hat and took out a picture of his family. He mumbled in a soft voice some final prayer and kissed the picture.

The PEF Fallen Art's jump drive had begun to charge up. The reverse graviton bomb, which acted like a starter shell, was docked into place. At the final moment of charging the bomb was detonated and the engines ignited. With a spectacular, yet sullen flash of light the Fallen Art's jump drive accelerated without the vessel and detonated, destroying everything around it, including the vessel itself. The blast radius engulfed the hostile craft and propelled the pods, which had gained much distance, like a wave. Yet the only people to witness this tragic moment were too young to understand, to understand that they were the reason soo many people had given their lives up.

These children were Humanity's future, it's last hope, yet they weren't fully human themselves...

[Stuy]

OMFG THIS IS EPICALLY AWESOME

[† The Joker]

awesome opening chapter! can't wait for the next one!

[† Anras Rune]

sorry for the delay folks...kinda lost the files with the rewritten version!

Chapter 2: Contract

Madre Santa, Olympus, Mars

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"Damn fucking alarm! Shut up!"

The alarm was sitting on a small night stand, next to a yellowish beige bed spread, which was situated in an old apartment block. The block itself was modeled after the apartment blocks that could be found in places like New York and Detroit, which seemed to fit well with the rusty tinge set on due to the wind. Not to mention the fact that on all of Mars, Madre Santa was the crime capital of almost everything, ironic as it was, but serious all the same. Madre Santa was where you went if you wanted absolutly anything, or if you needed to get away from a boring life. Or life in general.

The apartment in question was in the intial stages of decay and the paint had begun to peel off the walls. All in all it looked very run down, not the sort of place you would expect the owner to live. The owner, or at least what was left of him, sat up in the bed clutching at his head. Once or twice he winced at the little movements his mattress made and it had become apparent he wasn't asleep, or that his hangover wasn't going away so he got out of bed.

The man got out of bed slowly, obviously in pain. His body was toned and wired, similar to that of a sprinter. It would probably be a good candidate for modelling was it not for the multitude of scars and bruises covering it. The latter were recent as they were still purple and swollen and caused the man very accute pain with every movement. The scars ranged in shape and size, with the most prominent being the thick banded scar that crossed the top of his chest horizontally. Most of the scars were on his chest and arms, but a few were on his face and neck. His shaggy red hair managed to cover most of the ones that were, but a few were still visible.

He made his way into the living room, which looked like a bomb had hit it, on various occasions. The sofa had two fist sized holes in it's back and a large reddish brown stain begged for someone to ask what it was. On the far wall was a large flat sheet of glass, a TV, looked very out of place in the older style apartment. The various firearms did fit in, especially if you knew the neighbourhood. The man sat in the only other chair in the room, a saggy armchair with what was probably once a lovely floral print. He searched around for his cigarettes when the TV's auto feature switched itself on.

"BREAKING NEWS!! Last Night at 18:52 SET (Standard Earth Time) Pluto's terraforming plant was bombed by unknown attackers. The entire colony was racked by the series of explosions, which claimed the lives of-"

"Yeah yeah, same shit as always," said the man, who had succeded in finding a cigarette and his lighter. He took a long drag on his cigarette and glanced at the door.

Two shadows passed by the door without pause...

"Whoo," sighed the man, letting out the smoke that he had been holding in," I'm getting paranoid."

He jolted out of his seat when the phone rang, and had already grabbed one of the many guns strewn around. He sighed again, and tried to find where he dropped his cigarette with one hand. He answered the phone with the press of his earring, which linked to his phone.

"Hello?" said the man.

"We got a job on kid. A big one at that!" replied the voice on the other end of the phone.

"Client?" questioned the man

"Thats where it gets interesting. The client wants to be discreet but we know who it is-" began the voice before being cut off

"How discreet?" asked the man, his interest piqued

"40k discreet, and thats just to keep it quiet. The actual reward is much bigger. MUCH bigger." said the voice, with obvious excitement pouring out of his voice.

"So who is it?"

"Frontier Biomedics"

"Seriously?" gasped the man, who was completey surprised.

"Seriously"

"So whats the job?" asked the man again, trying to keep himself calm, Frontier Biomedics! The biggest biotech and research company this side of Terra!

"It's a simple courier job. They want you to take a package to Callisto and then take whatever they give you to Pluto. Danger minimal, apparently"

"Pluto is pretty far. But from the sounds of things it's too good to be true. What's the catch?" questioned the man again, being more cautious.

"The catch is that the package aint exactly legal" murmured the voice, trying to play down the significance of those words.

"Dont matter, if it comes to it we can always run. Prep the Lucy. We better get some supplies, or should I say YOU better get some supplies. I'M going back to bed..."

"Jericho, they want to meet you in an hour."

"Aww, fuck..."

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Martian Space Control Tower

"And your sure they were Plutonian escape pods?" asked a man with a Captain's pips.

"Positive sir. They all had a Plutonian IFF signal, but there was no ship with IFF scheduled to come this way." replied a space traffic controller, who was a bit nervous at the way the captain was questioning him.

"And what was the ship's signature? Which ship was it?" asked the captain in an increasingly distressed manner.

"The PEF Fallen Art, sir" gasped the controller.

"Thank you. You may stand down now," siad the captain in a cool voice. He watched the controller relax and stand up. As the controller turned his back the captain pulled out a small, silenced pistol and shot him. Once in the head and twice in the back. As he pushed the body into airlock he radioed in over an encrypted channel...

"I've found them..."

[Kekashi]

Awesome story man!!!! I can't wait to read more!

[† The Joker]

Wow! Another good chapter, me want more xD

[† Anras Rune]

Chapter 3: Going Places

Madre Santa, Olympus, Mars

Jericho looked at himself in the mirror. He surveyed his attire with an expert eye, looking for bullet holes in even the more hard to hit places. When he was sure that the clothes he was in didnt look like swiss cheese, he took another extra strength aspirin and chugged on a water bottle, coughing up more than he swallowed. Damn martian summer, all the god damn dust. He had strapped on a holster and picked up a rucksack that was lying next to the bed. Judging by the way it hung low despite the amount of straps, it was heavy. He hauled himself to the door and just before leaving the room he picked up a pistol. It had an evidently custom design, with red airbrushed metal and the inscription "Let fate decide who flys, and who dies"in a gothic writing. This whole image made him look crazy, if not intimadating.

He left the apartment and headed down the elevator. When he reached bottom floor he stuck out his thumb and passed it over a scanner, effectivly locking his apartment from access, and about the only modern style item in the building design. Jericho had managed to get half way out the door before his hangover's Second Coming began and his mood went from bad to worse.

"Hey Jericho! You still owe for the bar bill you racked up last night!" shouted a man across the street who had noticed him leaving the building. He didnt seem to notice the amount of people who backed away from him at the mention of his name.

"Bar bill? What bar is this?" asked Jericho impatiently, maybe i'll find out what happened last night he thought to himself.

"The Litty Clicker, the one you shot up last night..." replied the barman, obviously annoyed at him.

"Can't remember, so I can't help you there mate. No proof, no profit." remarked Jericho as he walked away.

He managed to flag a taxi down, which in this neighbourhood was something. The taxi took him to the outskirts of Madre Santa before engaging his grav drive and readying his jets. Jericho wasn't really paying much attention, but instead was looking out the window.

I can still remember when this planet was a back-water shit hole, where everyone still had to wear hazmat suits. Yet here we are. I can't believe they managed to get the domes up in the first place and now they are gone to. We are terraforming a planet...

Jericho was treated to a wonderous sight. The First Grasslands, as they were called, strectched out before them, so named due to them being the first area on Mars that started growing. The terraforming of Mars had been a huge success so far, allowing people to actually walk without a hazmat suit. The air still wasn't truly clean but many millions breathed it nonetheless and the temperatures were extreme to say the least. But millions of colonists called Mars home.

"We're here sir, that'll be 90 credits please." said the taxi driver after he had touched down and drove into the city, Nova Olympia, the capital of Mars. Jericho handed him the money and looked at the taxi's interface display. He was an hour early.

"On second thoughts, take me to the nearest bar." commeted Jericho handing over another 10 credits.

And now, for a stiff drink...

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Mars Dock Anchor 3, Geostational orbit above Nova Olympia, Mars

"This is the private craft, Liquid Obscience on approach and requesting permission to dock. Please advise." said the ships helmsman.

"MDA-3 copies, you are permitted to dock in harbour berth 3-9-2" informed the voice on the radio.

"Roger that, begining approach"

The ship, a small scooner hold 4 fighters and a crew of 16, was a rare sight here in Inner System space as it was a rare model. This scooner was of Cronian (Saturn) origin from one of the actual floating colonies locked in orbit around the gas giant. The reasson for there stay was an even rarer event, one that only happens once a decade, the Convene of Brothers. Very few people knew about this meeting of sorts and even fewer still had ever witnessed one.

"So captain, do you really think they have found them, or is this going to turn into another disaster like at the Belt?" asked a man in a purple tuxedo. Anyone who saw him in the street wouldn't or could't take him seriously in this suit, but if they really knew him they would decide otherwise.

"I don't think it will. Mr. Green is seeing to it as we speak I would suppose" replied the captain of the ship, who was wearing an orange uniform unlike any other military or civilian uniform known.

"We'll have to see when we reach the Convene then I suppose" said the man in the suit.

"Yes, we will have to wait..."

[apr118]

Thanks for this Anras I'll read it as soon as I get home from college

As of now, I'm off

[† Anras Rune]

Chapter 4: Introductions

The Stingy Taxman, Nova Olympia, Mars

This is some pretty decent whisky this is...

Jericho was sitting in a dingy bar on the outskirts of Nova Olympia, having drunk more whisky than he should have, six more to be exact. His current train of thought was taking him down some dreay part of his subconscience full of death and tears. He decided that this wasn't acceptable, so he downed another shot. A phone call broke this cahin of thought, which he gladly answered.

"Jericho, where the hell are you?" asked the man from earlier.

"Me, I'm at the bottom of a glass as always. Where else would I be?" replied Jericho, vaguely amused at the concern in his mechanics voice.

"Forgetting something dickhead! Frontier Biomedics is waiting you idiot!" shouted the mechanic at the other end of the phone.

"Shit! Where are they?"

"Colonial Plaza...you better hurry the fuck up!"

"Okay, I'll be there in a minute!" replied Jericho, realising this might be his big break.

Jericho sprinted out of the bar, throwing his tab at the barman as he left. He had covered three blocks before the alcohol hit him and he had to stop to puke. When he had gotten rid of the contents of his stomach he started running again, faster this time considering he didn't have to stop to puke again. It took him less than ten minutes to reach the Plaza and after catching his breath he scanned the crowds looking for them representatives of Frontier. He saw them, or at least he thought he did. In the huge crowds there was a small hole in the mass. Four large, imposing men in black suits where surrounding two very pale men in suits. One of them was about the same size as the men in black, but his paler look was coupled by a tan-khaki suit. The other smaller man was even paler than the other, almost white and he obviously didn't excercise much, judging by his scrawny build. They were sitting at a table with coffee surrounded by the only gap in a sea of people. Jericho made his way towards them.

As he made his way towards them he saw that the men in black were armed. Their weapons were concealed, otherwise they crowds would panic, but the way they had their arms tilted back and the small hint of a barrel at the bottom of their jackets gave them away to Jericho's trained eye. He unbuttoned his pistol's holster and continued on his way towards the group. He managed to reach them and was instantly stopped by one of the men in black. Seems these guys are good. The man went to search him before being interrupted by the smaller pale man.

"That's quite alright, this is the man we are waiting for," said the smaller man, he then gestured to an empty chair at the table," Please...sit"

Jericho made his way past the man in black, smirking while he did so, and made his way towards the table. This time the larger man in the tan suit stood in front of him and passed a scanner in front of his face. The scan showed green, he wasn't someone else in a face print. He grunted his approval and stepped out of the way. Jericho shook the smaller man's hand and sat down.

"Hello Mr.Jericho, I'm Wikus, Wikus Van nie Kerk and this fine gentleman is Mr. Antonov. As you already know we represent Frontier Biomedics. We need you to take a package to Callisto as I'm sure you partner has told you. After you to take the package they give you on Callisto to Pluto, to our headquarters. Any questions?" said Wikus in a calm, commanding voice.

"Yeah, I do. What am I transporting?" asked Jericho, his curiousity being genuine.

"Well that is hard to explain. It isn't legal, yet it isn't illegal. This is cause it has never been made or done before so there is no laws prohibiting it. Quite literally what it is, is the most innovative product that our company has ever made. It's acutally a bacteria, but what it does I cannot tell you I'm afraid. My boss may find it in his heart to tell you when you meet him at our HQ but until then I can't tell you." replied Wikus still calm, but Jericho noticed a change in his partner's stance.

"Okay then, whats the pay?"questioned Jericho, despite already knowing the answer.

"640,000 credits, plus a life time of free service from any of our clinics and our dock ports. This is only if we recieve both packages and you give us your word that you leak nothing that you see or hear till we tell you otherwise." said Wikus, this time with a more assertive voice.

"Just so you know, I am coming with you," said Mr. Antonov in a rich, deep voice, with a thich accent that Jericho couldn't pin down," and this is non-negotiable."

"Why are you coming?" asked Jericho, a bit annoyed at this development.

"Too make sure the packages reach their destinations." replied Antonov in a matter of fact manner.

"Don't trust me do you?"

"No, we don't. Plus this package is worth more than your life and mine, so it HAS to reach it's destination." said Antonov curtly and to the point.

"Okay, but you better not get in our way."

"Well Mr. Jericho, Mr. Antonov will meet you at you ship's dock in 6 hours time, with the package. It was a pleasure meeting you." said Wikus as he shook Jericho's hand and his group retreated towards a car parked nearby.

Jericho sat there with the crowd, which had poured into the void that was around him not moments before, and pondered what had just happened.

What have we gotten into...

[Stuy]

great chap man

i can't wait to find out what happens next ^^

[† Anras Rune]

Chapter 5: Desert Travellers

Unknown Desert, Uninhabitable Zone 2, Mars

The dunes in the surrounding area were a rusty red like most sand on Mars. They seemed to roll on forever and many a traveller had gotten lost in these dunes in the past. The landscape was punishing and unforgiving. The slightest mistake would lead to death.

In the shadow of one of the huge dunes there was six small metal shapes protuding out of the sand. From a distance they glinted and glimmered, making the area seem like a rave. They were arranged in a large hap hazard formation spread out across a few square kilometres. There were no signs of life, at least until one of the glinting metal objects opened up.

*ding* AIRLOCK AJAR *ding* AIRLOCK AJAR *ding*

Two small hands pushed the airlock open, which was a feat in its own right when you factored in the weight of the hatch. This was seen by the only other people around the area, but these people weren't of the good sorts.

"There they are sir," said a man clad brick red in power armor, who was staring across the dunes through an attached scope on his helmet.

"Good, now go get them before they get here" replied another man in power armor, but his was a more flamboyant style being coloured purple and white with crests and trusses decorating them. The Armor looked like someone had gotten a child to draw what a knight looked like and then built it.

"Sir" replied the subordinate as he turned and raised his fist to signal the others. Another 11 men stood up, all clad in the same brick red camoflaged PA that they blended almost perfectly into the rusty red sand dunes.

The group of Armored men started to unfold rifles, pulling out stocks and barrels. Once they had fully readied their weapons they made their way down the dunes towards the escape pods, specifically the one which was open. The only noise that could be heard was the occasional exclamation of "Clear" and the howling of the wind. The man in the purple PA was still on the ridge of the dune watching intently as the group gradually closed in on the open pod.

"Target sighted" said one of the men as he approached the pod, keeping his sights fixed solely on the opening of the pod. Two other were also closing in on the pod and took up covering positions.

"Good, now extract the cargo from the pods...NOW!" shouted the man in purple throught his comm unable to contain his excitement. He was practically jumping with joy as the closest soldier reached the pod. Shame he was interupted.

The man in the purple PA was still dancing around when he heard the thundering boom. He stopped and looked around to find the source of the sound, but couldn't find any. He turned back to the pod and saw that the man who was closest to the pod was now headless, with pieces of metal and grey matter covering a good few metres squared. The rest ot the squad was scanning the surrounding area, trying to find the shooter. There came another shot, being followed by the same unmistakable boom as before. The shot hit another of the squad members in the shoulder, sending him flying through the air. Blood was spurting out of his wound and was turning the already red sand a deeper shade of red.

His squadmates were still scanning the surroundings when the third shot came, this time accompanied by a large APC that circled the larger dune opposite the Purple Man's dune. It had a turret on it's roof and started to fire on the group.

"Enemy hostiles, attack them!!" screamed the Purple Man over the radio, who had ducked behind the dune the moment he saw the APC and had began to run down the dune before he heard over the comm link the screams of his dying subordinates.

Meanwhile the APC had circled around the group to flank them, firing its turret at the outer members of the group. It came to a stop near a cluster of the pods and opened it's hatch, letting out a group of soldiers in PA. The PAs were all painted with a desert camoflage effect, and had tanned weapons ready to fire. They moved towards the pods and engaged the first group being covered by arcing fire from the APCs turret and the occasional shot from the sniper.

The fight was over before it even actually begun, and the remnants of the first group were rounded up by the assailants. As they kept on fighting the leader of the tanned group shouted out towards them and asked for them to surrender. Realising that they were fighting a losing battle and were most likly going to die they gave up, lowering their weapons as they stood up.

The tanned group moved up and started confiscating the first groups weapons and made them power down their Armors. Next one of them made their way to the open pod and peered inside. He gave a thumbs up. The leader of the tanned group nodded his head and turned on his new prisoners.

"I know who you are, but do you know who we are?" he asked one of the original group's soldiers.

They looked at each other and nodded.

"Good, that means there is no need for introductions it seems. Anyway, do you know what is in those pods?" asked the tanned group's leader again, with a condesending tone.

"No sir, we only know that the Brothers want it badly" replied one of the soldiers, obviously scared out of his wits. The rest of the group was shocked and annoyed at the soldier's confession and gave him threatening looks.

"Good, well I think we are done with the rest of them," he began nodding towards the men behind the prisoners, who then executed all of them with a shot to the back of the head. The only one left alive was the one who had talked.

"Well would you care to join me?" said the leader again, gesturing too the surviving prisoner with his hand, showing no sign of remorse for the lives he had jsut ended. The prisoner was so scared he would have eaten molten lead rather than disobey the man.

As they walked towards the APC a small dropship flew in to pick up the precious cargo, which was being carried there by two of the tanned soldiers. They were both asleep judging by their faces and were handed over to a large, beast of a man in a khaki suit. He saluted to the leader of the taned soldiers, who saluted back.

"There's your package Mr.Antonov, make sure you don't lose it this time!" he shouted

"I won't Lieutenent Bargeis, try not to kill that informant" shouted Antonov in return. He sat down in the seat and watched the soldiers close the door behind him. The pilot turned around to ask him if they were taking this to HQ.

"No we aren't," replied Antonov, "take us to the MDA-3"

"What sir?" shouted the pilot over the roaring of the dropship's jets.

"Take us too the spaceport!"

[Stuy]

i'm really enjoying this

[Kekashi]

Awesome chapter Rune, Keep it up man!