1 Chapter I A New World - Part 1

Somewhere in the expansive Milky way galaxy, a tall grimm faced man is sitting in his cold dark grey office. In the room was an espresso desk, with a stackful of documented papers of various people's background/history resting beside a 24' dark themed computer monitor with on screen scribbles of texts and sequences. The grimmed face man looked briefly towards his right and saw a single picture frame of his loving cheerful wife with beautiful blonde hair and green eyes, a bright smile to make anyone's day go from sad to happy. His son was a splitting image of his wife who had the same features, except he had light blue eyes just like his father. The top right of the picture was ripped and torn apart with only a man's black coat and pants showing. He was for a moment overcome with grief because he'll never see them again.

While he sits stiffly on his comfy brown office chair, he sips his common black coffee out of a matte colored coffee mug with on the front were white letters engraved that said World's Happiest Boss! That couldn't be farther from the truth as he was dead inside and out from the tragedy that he experienced. A light blue light was immersing from his desk, reflecting off his face like a blue sky. He sat his coffee mug away from him on a wooden coaster to not leave a foggy stain on his desk, he questioned the blue pixelated hologram to satisfy his curiosity, "What makes you so sure he is alive?"

The pixelated hologram of the shape of an older woman, maybe in her late thirties had replied with a fuzzy/static like noisy voice, "He is my Son, I know it's hard to believe that only he had survived after twenty years, but trust me he's there. He has a strong will and is so brave and courageous. He reminds me much of my younger self before I married that fool."

"I still don't believe that he could've survived the Chicago War twenty years ago, the entire State of Illinois was wiped out and destroyed along with the whole continent of North and South America!" he exclaimed, standing up and slamming his fist on the desk, almost knocking over his coffee as it waves back and forth inside the mug. His grimm face faded away as he sank back into his chair, "but, if you say he's there, then I will begrudgingly send a personal search party. But at a time like this, I don't like the idea sending my soldiers on that planet anymore. You can call this a personal favor."

"He'll be there, I promise. Please act on this action swiftly!" she pleaded. "Make sure to look near Section 17 in a pile of ruble will be nearby as that's when he was last seen. I'm counting on you Director. Husky." The flashy blue hologram's light dissipated from his gloomy office.

The grimm faced man presumably named Director Husky, was now left in the dark room once again with no light, just his computer monitor. He was racing with thoughts of the idea that 'he' could still be alive, it almost gave him hope again, but in the back of his mind was suspicious doubt, he scoffed lightly and left the office.

Several Hours later. Time: 13:30

Planet: Earth: Region: North America.

Day: October 21, Year: 22,236

In the abandoned remnants of Old Chicago, three militia soldiers walk through the dry/muddy grounds doing a search. A soldier named Daniel carried his assault rifle tightly against his chest and readying for any kinds of suspicious activity, he cautiously scanned the area for enemies. He clicked on his radio to report their findings so far, "Hawk 51 Five do you read?" he asked with anxiety attaching to his every word.

"Go on Daniel," the unknown voice responded.

"We did a sweep across from section B through C, and so far no signs," he reported back, attempting to kick the mud off of his boots.

"Affirmative, do you need support?" he returned back.

"I have the situation under control with Charlie and Brad," he responded.

"Understood, circle back through the park to section B when you can. Hawk 51 Five, out."

A soldier named Brad bent to grab his large dark green bag off of the ground, swung it loosely around his back and headed out with his fellow soldiers. "What do you think this search is all about?" Brad asked Charlie and Daniel to hopefully gain some answers.

"Your guess is as good as mine Brad," Charlie said back smacking his weapon's ammo cartridge into his pouch to save for later incase of an emergency. Charlie, the overly cautious soldier, always checking and making sure he had enough ammo and protection to bring to a fight.

"The Captain said this search is a top priority for us, it must mean something, right?" Brad questions everything he encounters. He had a hard time in boot camp due to his curiosity of how things were and wanted to know the 'why' to everything. He's mighty fine with an assault rifle, can dodge and shoot like no other soldier. Being obedient was the only struggle he had with people,

"Hey Brad?" Daniel kept him in line on the mission, "focus on checking those corners, we don't want to be ambushed by Scars."

They were in the dead center of an old shopping plaza with a tall skyscraper near their right about fifty feet at most hard to tell due to the edge of the top being decayed. There were two others to the left broken and destroyed with similar description to the one skyscraper.

"Man, the Scars let loose on those bombs huh," racing in the back of his mind of all the questionable possibilities that the Scars motives for destroying Earth. He thought about his life before the invasion, about how he was a simple pizza delivery driver and had a small apartment, with an obsession of computers, video games, and strategy guides on how to become the top player of a competitive VRMMO game called Rising Heros. A video game set in the Viking age, where you can create and explore in the ancient Nordic world as you please, but he wasn't only interested in exploring and leveling up, he wanted to compete in the top tournaments and become the strongest viking the game has ever seen. The top players were making a ton of money in real life and wanted that life for himself as did others. The top player's username was called: P0ison11. His stats were crazy high and level was ten times his level. He sighed and is now facing the reality he's now in.

All of a sudden, they heard and saw a pile of ruble move in the near distance. Alarmed, quickly they aimed their weaponry at it. They maneuver cautiously towards the moved rubble, they cocked their weaponry ready to shoot, their stances changed from casual patrol to serious investigation. Brad volunteered to gaze at the pile of mixed debre. He studied it and thought it was nothing, "There's nothing Brad, leave it and let's go," Daniel said.

Suddenly a finger was revealed, then a hand thrusting itself out of the pile. He was attached by it, his mind was curious, he grabbed the hand and unknowingly pulled out a body. The body looked like an emerald green colored heavy armored suit, with a number on his left shoulder, 1. He glanced at the helmet and seemed familiar to him but he couldn't put his finger on it. The armored suit looked like it was built for a man. It began slowly moving its arm, resting his hand on his helmet's visor, the armored suit groaned, the sound reflected from the helmet sounded like a voice modulator, it sounded deep and crackled very lightly.

"Hey! Hey, what are you doing? We have no idea what this 'thing' is!" Charlie exclaimed at Brad with the sudden authority he gave himself.

The armored suit pulled itself up, aching, it took a second for it to respond to any of them. "Militia forces?" he saw from his sudden blurry vision, he came to realization, he jumped up from the ground and went into soldier mode, "Status report, what's the situation on the battlefront? Where am I and why is the area so bleak and broken?"

Brad, Charlie, and Daniel viewed each other, unknown what to say to it; Daniel answered it's question, "This is Old Chicago sir, and there's no battle currently."

"It looks so different, why is the sky so dark and gloomy? Why are skyscrapers destroyed, and stores abandoned?"

They all looked at each other with bewilderment, still unknown of what to make of him or how to explain past events of what happened to Chicago, Brad tried to explain the situation to him.

"This is kinda hard to explain, but the enemy alien race called the Scars trashed our planet and destroyed every country. This was about twenty years ago."

"Twenty years? The Scars! They're invading us right now didn't they?"

Brad and company were now questioning each other that either he had lost his memories, or he was unaware of what happened so many years ago, which would have been impossible due to the historical event being well spoken of everyone knows it, "Don't take this the wrong way or anything, but you must've lost it, your head has no memories."

"That can't be right, The invasion started only a little while ago and I need to help everyone as soon as I can," he replied.

"You do seem kinda normal, but you were under a ton of rubble earlier, maybe you lost consciousness and went into a coma. I'm going to check on you mentally once we return to the Autumn," Daniel told him.

"The Autumn?" His mind wondered.

"It's an old surviving space ship out in deep space near Saturn's rings. It holds almost 10,000 thousand people."

"It must be a massive ship to hold that many people!"

"You'll probably be in awe of how huge it is! But enough of that, we need to-" He paused.

"What is it?"

The two soldiers looked at Brad and he asked them, "Is he the one Daniel?"

"No, he can't- But maybe. What's your rank?" He needed confirmation to complete their hopeful end to the search and rescue.

"I'm a Locust type soldier serving in the Militia military. Class number 1, why are you so surprised?"

"We haven't seen your kind in a long time. Most of the Locust soldiers are dead. You're the one we are looking for," Daniel confirmed.

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