When I look around all I see is smoke. All I see is blood, the ruins of a city. Once home to many, yet a field of war. Once housing those who live day to day. Just to warn iney, yet now desolate and ruined by war.
They attacked without notice, they strike when we never expected it. War. They say war never changes. And I agree. After the Great War of Earth, where most of humanity was wiped out, yet we survived. Fought back. Yet…as I look around I see it was just time. Time before this would happen again.
I am the last of The Protectors of Super Earth's. We…never had a chance to fight back…they killed my unit. My brothers in arms. Strikes fast. Warships stronger then any we seen before. As step forward leaning out of the ruined building window I am hiding in. As I watch down below, troop from The Covenant of Zarpharis. Armors so high tech, seen in games or movies. As I clench the window still in anger.
"Bastards." As they move in a patrol, there's four of them and a small mech like machine slick and not as bulky as ones in movies or games. "We never stood a chance…yet why did you strike? Why us? Just…for sake of land? For sake of war? Chaos? Or what?" I ask silently to myself. Before pushing myself off and turn around. Grabbing my helmet, akin to one a pilot in Titanfall 2 wears, in fact my particular armor was designed to look like that.
Gatherering it I put it on as I then grab a pistol, akin to a Glock but black and without any thing hat snaps back, yet still a clip like area. As I then grab a weird dagger that has a blade but without a sharp part but with a button on the side, as I move stealthily and dodge the debris below my feet.
Thinking back to my training. As I walk, I remember where I went to school, at first as a normal student for more normalized area, yet as they seen me being smarter they sent to be schooled at a military academy. When I was 8 was when I joined it.
My name is C71-M20, or call sign Crimson. I trained for 12 years to be a special ops, tho born as a orphan to a tank. Or clone as soem may say, yet not a normal one. As they made us to repopulate and all. Not exactly for war.
But they won't say no to another soldier, not when there's space battles like this. We thought we pushed the covenat back. Broke there morale.
But…I freeze as I hide behind a wall peaking down the steps. As I see a patrol of 3 Covenat Soldiers, lowest rank ones luckily it seems. As they walk on two legs akin to us, yet more akin to humanoid grasshoppers mixed with one of those aliens from Aliens Vs Predators. I aim my pistol to shoot the one leading before pausing.
Then pulling back and backing off as they continue up. 'I can't go loud. Not now. I need to go silent. I just need to wait for them to come up then…' As they come up I stab the left one in the throat with my dagger now with a blue plasma blade on it. Before pulling it out spin h around fast cutting the head off the middle one, then cutting the throat of the last, as they end up falling. Making a silent thud as I frown. 'Dammit, need to move. Fast.'
Thinking that I run down the steps, not even giving time to double check much as I jump over debris, and duck under some, soon I hear sounds of them chessing as then I see a red energy blast hit to my left as I pass a down, making spooked yet with my training I don't jump or stop, but keep running and moving. Soon I reach then end of things, as I stop before a ledge. As I turn around. Seeing a small battalion behind me. About hundred or so. As they part, a much taller one steps forward.
With markings that differ then any other, a plasma looking blade attached to his right back hand and a pistol of some kind, in his right. As he walks up to me he smirks. As I frown.
"I told you, you can't hide. You may run. You may think you can hide, but we willl find you. My men call you The Crimsion Reaper, yet here I see a puny animal attempting to delay the inevitable. So…any final words before I send you to see the rest of your puny brothers and sisters?"
I frown deeper as soon it turns to anger before it turns to a smirk. As I say, back to the commander, "Yeah, and that's…goodbye bastards~" I say as I fall back soon flipping onto a ship akin to one from warframe. As I stand on the landing craft it floats up as the commander frowns before saying, "Fire! SHOOT THAT SHIP DOWN! HE MUST NOT ESCAPE YOU HESR ME!" He scream at his men. But it's to late as it flies off. As I dissipated into a black particles that disappear and reappear in the ship. That looks exactly like the interior of a landing craft from warframe.
I smile softly as even with the firing of there weapons and shaking of my ship, it escapes. You see, I'm not from this world. But rather reborn into the clone that I am now, befor my name was Maximus Cortez. Born in the US, reading many things, gaming, yet my favorite games normally are Sci-Fi like ones.
This gave me a chance to get a system, yet it never was truly active until now. While it is nothing like a gamers system, it still gives me access to game mechanics, and more. From tech to creatures.
There's a beginners packet I got, which gave me the suit I'm wearing, and this ship. It also gave me the ability to hold health and all like warframe ones. Sure it's not as great as usual ones. But it's better then nothing. As I walk to the back of my ship, I pass at the place where you pick your arsenal, before lifting my pistol and knife to it as it vanished into it. Then I smile softly.
I step into it and tap the center which opens a interface, yet no Warframe as are there, absolutely nothing but the weapons I just put there. I frown but shrug a bit. As I turn to my right and let my hand slip off it as the interface disappears.
I walk down the path then turn to the right as the room opens, as it shows a empty quarters. A small stand in front of the door, but otherwise empty as I move and walk to a window in the front of it, as I then sit down as if I was meditating.
Watching as the starts fly by at a speed normally too hard to see yet with mine I barely can due to upgrades as my body was being created as a clone.
Then I close my eyes to collect my thoughts.