Void Company

This is all basically going to background information on the MC's past life, if the whole relive WW3 thing wasn't obvious.

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Shrugging my shoulders I look through the information on my AR glasses. The information before me is what makes me sick all over again as after I see this and did save a squad of JSDF, Inkwell callsign Void Shaman dies and that fuckery started. Shaking my head I pull my Beretta M9 from a chest holster and cock the slide back. A bullet ejects as it is grabbed by a magnetic field from my gloves, plucking the bullet from its suspended state. I put it in a pouch filled with ejected bullets. May war guide these kids home, aiming my gun towards a doorway I fire twice. A figure rolling from the doorway quickly before throwing electro-magnetic throwing knives at me.

My body pulses an invisible field catching the knives as they try turning towards Brock. The figure clicks her tongue while standing up, she's wearing a complete full body special operations uniform as well, an American flag on her left arm. This woman was callsign Void Mantis, she died a year later suspiciously during a mission to escort a US ambassador team. During this war though she was the liaison for the three Void members active in Japan. Never knew her appearance other than our full body combat suites to fulfill our jobs.

Grabbing the knives and storing them into a pouch I shake my head before speaking. My words making my murderous slave compatriot stomp her foot dangerously.

"Hey now don't kill my new "friends" I just saved one from getting her brains blown out. But if you're here what' are the slave masters wanting of me?"

"Those useless bags of flesh waiting to be gutted and fed their own dicks and breasts want you to head to Tokyo. Something about purging a bioweapon mishap before meeting with Void Shaman in downtown Tokyo."

"Zombies?"

"Yeeeah some unlucky bastard finally got the combination down and they want it gone, if you know what they truly mean."

"So kill and take the research, I got it. Then master will beat me for no reason because I'm bad a slave. As if I wasn't already punished for killing fifty thousand American soldiers. But eh I got caught now I'm a war slave to the red white and blue fuckwads of freedom."

"At least you got almost a hundred thousand by literally stalking and stabbing them to death. A bit scary though that you even managed to stalk and behead enhanced and trained special operations for four months. Before they you know, ICBM'd you and nabbed you while you had broken legs, yet you still got six of them from sheer stubborn adrenaline to just stab them."

"Says the praying mantis of the Holy City before Jerusalem military broke your arms, after six years of fuck and assassination incidents."

Nodding my head a bit our banter and remembering that every bioweapon mission I got I always asked zombies. Because fuck just walking in on that shit would be wonderful no humans begging, just waltz in and murder away happily. Waving a hand at Void Mantis I chuckled a goodbye and remark.

"See ya then you sexual menace."

Saying this I turn around and escort the group away calmly while the combat functions in my suite stay primed. Void is all criminals so can't trust your back to each other, unlike Void Shaman who rarely gets deployed because they are an experimental subject for project SUPERNATURAL. Which was always shrouded in fog till Shaman died and stuff seemed to trigger in my mind. Walking the group to Tokyo I'm almost tempted to remove my mask and stuff but decide not to.

As while we relive this memory it can play out differently so if I did take my stuff off, the slavers would do something. They want Void to not be known to the other countries as we're from all the places with major problems individuals taken under the radar.

Holstering my gun after a few feet I take note of the increased number of knives on my body. Truly comforting to have close to fifty knives on me once more. Walking in silence with the group as Onix's new mechanical feet stomp the concrete resounds. After a while Brock couldn't help but ask about the situation so I switched my comms to a dead loop.

"Lord Cartson, where exactly are we? And what is this situation exactly? There's frankly more destruction than from a pokemon stampede."

"This is Earth, my first life and hell. We are currently reliving a war five years before my death. Due to a certain mouse smacking something into my head because of someone's fate. Until this memory reaches its completion point as this should be the same day Void Shaman dies. Then we're stuck here and until then you need to survive or your mind will have a cerebral shutdown. Rapidly this will shut organs down and kill your body till you're deceased, and depending on how long we're trapped I wouldn't be able to help you."

Next to ask something is Misty who looks a bit pissed, oh well if she loses it she is dead and I won't budge.

"So we're stuck in a war in a different world reconstructed from your memories?! Because Ash and Pikachu caused this?!"

"It's world war three, so not just any war. Plus a country called Greenland was erased off the map."

"How'd a whole country just vanish?"

"Simple Ash, a weapon went wrong and they go bye bye. Though that weapon was completed and it's called Erasal Cube. Left a five thousand feet deep crater in the surroundings."

"Who is this Void Shaman?"

"Thirty-second generation supernatural soldier pet project of the United States. He was once called Inkwell and came from Australia, he was reportedly able to predict future events randomly. Caused a lot of damage once Australia went rogue and started attacking everyone for sudden world conquest. Their Emu Calvary destroyed six thousand eight generation class two magnetic rail cannon tanks. Vicious birds, those Emu's, ate a man after pulling them from a tank. But well Australia is gone as well now, burnt down due to a wildfire and radioactive spiders. Large jumping radioactive spiders."

"What the fuck is wrong with this world?"

"We're stupid? Quite literally world war three started because England's queen died at one hundred and forty years old. With her dead the royal family went stupid suddenly and nuked Spain for no reason. Then Spain attacked England, NATO got involved and was destroyed by England and Spain saying fuck off. Peace treaties broke left and right as people started fighting, taking the cover of war as a chance to advance their own agenda. Then Canada of all places declared war on America. Which just spiraled so out of control that it was like a bad tv drama just infected everyone."

"Seriously what the fuck is wrong here?!"

Really, I don't even get how or why it started. I just know I heard gun fire, picked a gun up and blew someone's brains out. Then I'm hoarding knives while looting bodies of American soldiers and whoever else died. Because my psychosis just sorta finally wanted blood, and a war started so I think I just let the insanity take hold. Looking back on it all now that I'm back in this hell… I should've cut the president's dick off. Because Trump had gotten re-elected and helped start this all then flaunted about as if he was some great peacock. So I should've cut his dick off before I died, but the bitch was too scared to meet anyone without special forces around him. The assassination attempt of thirty-five should've been aloud to succeed.

As we walked to Tokyo we came to a crossroad. Where a large man in an all black combat suit, and a large class zero Knight android with a tower shield waited. Looking at him I looked at the android specifically as that man wasn't the real member of Void, but a literal flesh puppet.

"Void Hellion, you weren't here when this timeline happened. So why are you here now as if somehow intruding on my memories from the dead?"

"Void Stalker, no Dakota L. Cartson, it has been some time since we last met. A year before your death when I was suddenly turned to slag by our slave drivers. But before your death like Inkwell I left some parting words. Words which triggered his gift and curse."

A smooth mechanical voice full of haughtiness and self amusement echoed from the man by the android.

"I believe I said, "Fade quietly like the stalker you are, for your job is never done. As you are the one who is more worth redemption than the rest of us, given your hidden actions of remembrance." Then I was sent on a mission to the mech assembly foundry, and 'accidently' was blasted into the molten slag below me."

"Well you and Shaman were right my job wasn't done. I'm still fighting a war but this time by choice and for myself. So if you're here, mind enlightening me on what Shaman did to me?"

"Hm I suppose as we're old friends and this is our last meeting. He was indeed a prophet that could change the tides of war if used correctly. But he didn't please the slavers as he rarely gave them clear answers like he did his motherland. So when he died today, imagine my surprise to learn from him that the dick predicted all our deaths and what we'll all become. He had purposely interwoven his fate into yours with KEY words that I accidentally mentioned."

"Alright, so the whole dead thing haunting this specific memory now please."

"Hmph you heartless flesh bag. But I digress, when he had used that supernatural mumbo jumbo magical shit with his predictions. He had implanted a small shard of his fate, which is attached to a soul, to your fate to see the most interesting future of us all. That thing you call Ink? That is partly both of us along with your serious mental issues. As I never would think a flesh bag would be so cruel and murderous to their own self mentally, it thought me flesh bags are truly useless creatures. However, watching your fate has been interesting since death. Though 1602 years for you there are 160,200 years since our earthly deaths."

"Think earth is gone by now?"

"I would very much love it if all those insufferable flesh bags died."

"So besides you and Shaman, then me. Void Mantis, Void Tank, Void Dancer, Void Hero, Void Villain, Void Beast, Void Admiral, Void Bird, Void Doctor, Void Butcher, Void Kelpto, Void Bastion, Void Caller, Void Digger, Void Nuke, Void Armory, and Void Dragon are all basically damned to the ninth circle? Well at least they get to scream at the darkness and each other."

"Quite so, but as this may be the last time my consciousness may exist. Mind if my old servos and bolts join your unlucky bunch of trash?"

"Aye, let's be trashy dead criminals plus unfortunate addons together!"