(Fallon)

[Time 01:00]
[South american radiation zone: Brazil ruins]
[Radiation level 500+]

M.O.T.H the newest NAC special forces unit. And NAC’s first contribution to a joint C.O.G special forces unit. The acronym stands for MObile Tactical Human we’re tacticians, corpsmen, snipers, astronauts, and commandos rolled into one. Our specialty is what is known in military circles as DA, or direct action: we perform short-duration operations of surgical precision conducted in hostile, denied, or diplomatically sensitive environments, and sometimes embed with other groups of soldiers as force multipliers. You want someone seized, something recovered or terminated quietly, and all without stirring up a political shitstorm, you call us up. We pilot the NAC’s LHO walkers or ATLAS mechs. Atlas stands for All, Terrain, Land, Assault, System. At first, before the discovery of the UEC the Atlas was going to be used in conjunction with other C.O.G LHO walkers, LHO standing for Large Hostile Organism referring to the Lankys. The Atlas would work in conjunction the N.E’s transforming Gungnir fighters, and the U.A.F’s Siafu mechs to do jobs that an entire company of conventional troops can't. Like go down into Lanky cities or bases and destroy them or gather information. But the ATLAS mechs have proven on Bagmare that they can be used to great effect against conventional ground targets. Today I am in one of these hostile environments, without my ATLAS SD-0624.

“Amp, Fuckfaces’ heading your way.” I report prompting my computer to mark the hostiles with red outlines. As I level my M-66 i look down the scope I have mounted to my rifle thumbing the firing selector. And check my jets as bullets strike the wall ally wall in front of me. The jump jets were originally only used by the NAC’s Helldivers have now leaked into the MOTH’s and a few other SOCOM units.

The Jets allow the user to “Stack” multiple bursts to reach high ledges and rooftops, and survive falls that would usually kill a person. Usually, a full fuel tank would give you thirty bursts, but you would never want to use all of them on one jump because if you fail to keep track of your fuel you could find yourself quickly falling to your death from a jump that you miscalculated. The Jump pack or “Kit” as it is called by works with a set of inlaid gyroscopic sensors, to keep the user level and its nozzles can manually be angled with the tactical computer in your armor to allow for bursts of speed. A very skilled user like some of the veteran Helldivers have learned to use their jump jets to wall run apparently.

The armor I have on is a mish-mash of NAC, NE, UAF, and SRA battle armor and doesn't fit all that well, being too tight in some places and too loose in others. But it keeps the radiation out so I am ok with a little discomfort. In world war three the nukes that were dropped turned most of South America and the areas outside of the major countries into radioactive wastelands. Now, these BlackZones are ruthless free fire zones home to the worst of scum, deserters, sympathizers, raiders, drug lords, and traitors just to name a few. And today is MOTH team-1’s graduation exam, our trial by fire, right smack in the middle of one of the worst Blackzones around worse than any category five PRC back in the NAC. Today we were to infiltrate the Wyren Raider camp and data cylinder sold to the leader of the Wyren by a now executed traitor. Simple In and out but plans rarely survive first contact with the enemy. Amp was spotted when he got the info now we have to get to the extraction point without dying horribly.

“Ice, I'm coming your way.” He sends over tac-link. Beside me, the bleached bones of an American soldier rest, a gust of wind blows some of the grit from its body revealing a set of glinting dog tags. On a whim I reach down and snatch them up, stuffing them into a pouch.

“Time to go home.” I say to one of my fallen ancestors. There is a series of gushing sounds before Amp lands on the roof beside me. I take a step forward shouldering my M-66 and letting off a burst into the chest of the first scumbag to round the corner. As the first RAD suit wearing thug drops two more round the corner. The one on the right explodes as an LHO round slams into her chest and beside her the now mortified thug slumps over dead, two flechette wounds in his chest. Looking up I see Chuy and Baker respectively, the team's two caterpillars fist bumping on another end of the rooftop.

“Hey dick head, you have the code cylinder?”

“You know it.” Amp responds opening a pouch and showing it to me.

“How are we supposed to get down from here?”

“Jump, genus. Let's go caterpillars.” Amp says as I make the form up hand sign while sending the same signal over the tac-link. The four of us then take running starts and jump using our jets to jump to a lower rooftop on the other side of the street. As we make our way out of the city I can't help but stare at the massive skeletons of Lankys littering the area, and remember the stories my grandmother told be about when the Lankys made planet fall.

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[NAC training center Orum]

Week 1

“Private Miiora! I'm about three seconds from beating on you like white on rice!” SCM Fallon yells. I have no idea what Miiora has done to piss off the sergeant but i have a feeling we are about to feel it.

“Platoon! Half right, face! Front leaning rest position! Hooa!”

“IN CADENCE! One, two, three!”

“ONE!” we all yell as we do push ups.

Week 2

“Look at you Fat ass! What is your malfunction!? You are worse than that scaly slut fuck over there!” The CSM yells at the one fat guy in our platoon, coming at him with the knife hands.

“Why Command sergeant major!?”

“Get your ass out of here! No fat body, non-running, fatty cake-cake, eaten sloppy ham sandwich, will ever fall into our ranks again, Not on my watch! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY DEFENCE CORPS!”

Week 3

“What do we have here Private Miiora!? An unlocked footlocker!?” The SCM proceeded to trash Miioras bunk, and throw the contents of her footlocker everywhere.

Week 8

“WHERE THE HELL IS YOUR PT BELT!?.... ANSWER ME!”

“Don't worry about it! Everyone else will push until he gets his PT belt! Platoon! Half right, face!”

Week 9

“Private who the hell taught you how to salute!?” CSM Fallon

“You did Command sergeant major!”

“Mmmhmm, I didn't teach you that! Platoon! Half right, face!”

Week 14

“HAY SPIDER! GET THE FUCK UP THAT OBSTACLE!.... I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF YOUR BODY WON'T LET YOU!..... ARE YOU QUITTING ON ME!?”

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! YOUR WORSE THAN THAT FUCKEN BITCH, AT LEAST SHE CAN GET UP THE FUCKEN OBSTACLE!”

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(Miiora)

To say that graduation was lackluster would be an understatement, usually, in the UEC the commander in charge of recruit training would give an inspiring speech to rouse the new soldiers and fill them with pride. But instead, we have a small ceremony with the platoon barracks in which we are sat down by our drill instructors and have a receive our placement orders. I can't tell you much about boot camp due to contractual obligations (This is a real thing) but I can tell you some of the “better” parts.

One time CSM Fallon told us two days ahead of time that we would have a barracks inspection. So we as a platoon shined the floors, made the beds pristine, shined our boots or whatever passes and polished our battle armor. And when the CSM came in with the other drill instructors all carrying buckets, she took one look around before nodding prompting the other instructors to overturn their buckets dumping sand into the middle of the floor. The other instructors then proceeded to tear our beds down and throw the coverings across the floor and room, while stomping around in the sand getting it everywhere. After they had the barracks covered in the sand she had our boots scuffed before getting directly in my face, with knife hands so sharp they could cut diamonds.

“PRIVATE! THIS PLACE IS A FUCKING PIGSTY! Platoon Gingerbread men NOW!” she yelled in my face. I was heart broken the platoon spent our entire weekend making our barracks spotless. But we got down and after being covered in water and proceeded to cover every inch of our body's head to talon in sand. Once we were properly covered the CSM Fallon said the words no one wanted to hear.

“Platoon! Half right, face! Front leaning rest position! Hooa!”

“IN CADENCE!” But now we have made it through and we can get on with our lives or carriers.

“Stacker! Third marines! You're going to be a tanker”

“Durge! Sixth battalion, twelfth marines, Infantry”

“Starnes! Homeworld defense congratulations.”

“Gould, Navy, Combat aviator.”

“Miiora, same you had before. Report to the transient personnel unit tomorrow where you will meet up with your handler and you both will wait to report to the Manitoba.” CSM Fallon says with a smile to me.

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[UEC Space]

This It is morning as the UEC eighth expeditionary fleet exits the warp bubble around Volk station a deep space anchorage in preparation to go to the new Celestial system reported by . The Ponycubus a scout ship of the fleet came into contact with a type of ship that does not match the registry of any known NAC ship or its allies. Over the past few months the UEC has engaged in multiple battles over and on colony planets, valent UEC forces giving their lives in the service of the Conclave.” A reporter says from the bridge of the flagship of the eight fleet the Loyalties Promise.

The alien ship is roughly sword shaped and rests at three hundred meters long, its dual pointed prow extending far beyond the rear where on the bottom half of the ship six bar shapes flair out, On the rear of which lie the engines. The ship is very skeletal in design but looks like it could put on a world of hurt if it came down to it. On either side of the ship lies a strange symbol. And at the aft end are six engine blocks, connected to the main body of the ship by what looks like a large circle cut into a section of the hull.

“Attention, UEC fleet, You are trespassing on Independent territory. Leave now or you will be fired upon” A voice comes over the loudspeaker following a hailing request.

“To whom am I speaking?” the commander a zebra named Blink says activating the video screen.

“I am captain Kain, Be warned UEC this is an independent colony, Leave now. We will not warn you again.” A rasping voice responds as a figure appears. The figure looks Human but its face is covered in a helmet and the bulky jacket and armor make it even harder to tell.

“Then you will die. Fire.” the commander responds. prompting the Loyalties Promise to turn to starboard to bring its firing lens to bear. As the ship angles itself its mounted turrets swivel and fire a barrage of magical energy followed by a second barrage of missiles. The ship in response swiveled its engines and launches something behind it where it then shoots off into the black of space, before disappearing into the warp bubble.

The ship itself knowing the odds of taking on an entire fleet single handed then fires its engines and surges forward quickly closing the gap between it and the Ponycubus. The ship fires its engines to get away only for the alien ship to track it and begins to crackle with electricity being generated by the large circle. The ribs of the alien ship arc with electricity before at the last second before impact, streams of lightning burst from the rib-like spike-like protrusions slam into the shields of the Ponycubus quickly overloading them. The UEC ship dies silently and violently as the unknown alien ship slams into her hull, before the two ships explode violently.

Two days later another smaller ship would emerge and connect itself to the communications tower on Volk station. The ship transmitted one message, while another ship went to human space to transmit a message for help.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6J0ohV3rlDg

All across the UEC Twilivision screens that were once showing the NAC’s demoralizing public execution of the captured human sympathizers have their images changed. On the image now is a rotating symbol made up of a red circle, separated into thirds by three interlacing black arrows making a Y formation. The image then changes to show a black night on an unknown planet. Then to a plinth showing a human, behind which kneeled six UEC soldiers all beaten and chained.

“Brothers, sisters. I envy you, to fight the enemy of our nation, to face the people who would deny us even our right to breath is an honor we all aspire too. Our flag means nothing if not held aloft by the hands of the mighty, and it is you who now carries it. For many years we have been a broken nation, scarred, by thoughts of what would happen to us if were discovered by the UEC! But we were given hope! One hundred years ago we asked for time and that time was granted by you the strength in our arm the holders of our dreams. Our forefathers embarked in the greatest exodus in the history of all mankind, ours was the first beyond our home. Our new world changed our bodies, and our new interstellar neighbors would have taken us if we had been detected. At first, this weakened us, in fact, we were growing stronger. In the time we have been given we have rebuilt our nation, we have built our strength, and we have built our pride! Our allies at home have been informed of our plight, and that while we wait for them we will fight for who we are. We will wear our wounds like badges of honor, and we will die before we let our world fall to slavers. The enemy may shatter our bodies but they can not break our spirit. As our allies make their way here the history of these days will be written in blood, by crushing the armies of our enemy, by fighting for our very existence, and unleashing such vengeance that generations yet unborn will cry out in anguish. Even now they advance on our home to conquer by force what they can not claim by right…” The man nodded to somepony off screen prompting a helmeted human to step forward and begin executing the UEC prisoners.

“BROTHERS AND SISTERS, WE WILL NOT REASON! THEY WILL SWEEP OVER US LIKE THE VEAL OF DEATH, BUT NEVER WILL WE BOW BEFORE THEM. NEVER WILL WE ENDURE THEIR OPPRESSION. NEVER WILL WE ENDURE THEIR TYRANNY. WE WILL KILL WITHOUT WARNING AND WITHOUT MERCY, FIGHTING AS ONE HAND, ONE HEART, ONE SOUL. WE WILL SHATTER THEIR DREAMS, AND HAUNT THEIR NIGHTMARES, DRENCHING OUR ANCESTORS GRAVES WITH THEIR BLOOD. AND AS THEIR LAST BREATH TEAR AT THEIR LUNGS. AS WE RISE UP FROM THE DEPTHS OF OUR FEAR THEY WILL KNOW……..

That Helghan, belongs to the Helghast.”

Author's Notes:

a few things.

1. sorry for the long wait, I had some personnel issues, like my editor quitting to work on his own stories, and do to personal issues with my writing style,
2. my re-enlistment currently having some trouble.
3. i was having some technical issues with my Idea man/girl (You know who you are).
4. i had a bit of writers block.
5. the reason I cant do a more in-depth boot camp thing is because i am contractually obligated not to.
6. I am looking for a new editor so pm me if you are interested.
So I hope you can understand, sorry for any issues with the chapter, i tried my very best i could with it.