Prologue:

The year is 22,209, Humanity has evolved as the centuries have passed, building unimaginable and complex technologies. At that time, before the Chicago War and Scar Invasion began, a young blacked haired boy named Locus was forcefully tested by his own father Dr. Marshall Flint. The unheard twisted experiments were kept in a dark facility hidden deep underground, secluded from the world. His father had experimented and studied for a confidential project he was working on. He called it EnHance.

The design of the project was to develop a vaccine to advance the human body's muscle molecules to build up unbelievable strength not obtained through rigorous training. For his project to be successful, he needed volunteers to test his work and perfect it. Many weeks passed, he scratched his head, unsure of the feedback he received from the various test subjects that he kidnapped from different locations, orphanages, playgrounds, slavery, and other vile places he never dared to go. The vaccine was close to being finished, he desired more subjects to finish the project. A spark of an idea popped in his head, the subject he only needed was one of his own blood, his young son.

With unconsenting force, he progressed forwards at his own 11 year old son. He was 4'7, with a small homemade lab coat of his own, he wore a blue T-shirt, with a pair of dark blue jeans, and plain old sneakers. The troubled face his father made confused him as he watched him approaching rapidly, he understood that something was wrong. The anxiety began to creak inside him, unsure of how or what to do. Dr. Marshall ripped him away from his Mother's arms as she fought to protect her son. He clenched his fist and swung a hard blow at his wife's face, blood dripped from her left cheek and head. Next, he landed a foul kick at her stomach, knocking her away from him. She wept bitterly as she sat on the cold dark concrete floor, heart broken of the tragic event that unfolded just seconds ago, "How did it come to this?" she asked herself sobbing in the bleak hallway, feeling helpless and depressed. She glanced on the ground to her right and saw a spilled trey of different colored pills and liquids. Assistant Olivia Flint, was her name, it's not like it mattered much to her, she reached for the different pills, gulped them down one by one and was hopeful that it would end her misery and pain. Thoughts alluded inside her head, wishing a handgun was nearby to blow her brains out and just finish everything then and there.

Further inside, Doctor. Flint dragged his son by the arms, clenching tightly scratching and bleeding his son's arm. He tossed him in the experimental tube, his son scratched his head on a steel edge, cutting himself from him tossing. Locus yelled and pleaded with his father to stop his madness. Dr. Marshall strapped his son's legs and arms using unbreakable tape inside the tube. He used the vaccine from his lab coat, a hidden serum to hopefully end his project's testing. The vaccine was injected into his bloodstream by the green colored liquidly syringe. He left the tube that was shaped like a chamber, locking him inside, able to watch him panic and go mad.

The dimly lit rectangular room was dark, only an ominous green glow from the experimental tube was the only available source of light that got brighter and brighter causing both Locus and the tube to explode; shards of glass spreaded throughout the room like a hurricane. A glass piece sliced Doctor Flint's face, leaving a scar from his right cheek through his right eye, blinding partially his sight. Loud hollers of agonizing pain were released from the pain, he fell on the ground pressing his hand on the wound to stop what seemed like eternal bleeding.

When the aftermath was completed and the injection process was finished, he searched and wondered if his son had survived or was destroyed. He glanced further inside the smokey field, it had covered the room immensely with it's swirly white smoke. In that moment, he heard a loud walking noise, bones cracking, and heavy breathing. Out of the smoke, he saw his son was taller and powerful. His son had ripped the unbreakable tape and left the experimental tube, well what's left of it. Locus felt pulses of power surging through his veins. His father stood helplessly on the ground, unsure of what to do, his blood splattered and stained all over his lab coat and black pants, staining them a dark maroon color.

In awe of the success, Dr. Flint began to cry from the only eye that was functional. He was so joyful, he paid no attention to his deep wounds anymore, "Magnificent!" he said simply, reaching his hand out at his son, he bit his lips strongly, desiring to use his son's power that was forcefully inherited. His son walked near his father, wondering his whereabouts, "What happened dad?" his question had at first confused his father, but the lingering reminder of a memory that he would've lost memories of what happened just moments ago.

Dr. Marshall stood up from the ground, approached his son, embracing the warmth of his new body, "It's okay son, you were incredible," he said plainly, hugging him, he touched the shape of his muscles, in amazement of how they changed from being a scrawny kid to being a well toned muscled child. His father released himself from his son, unsure of what he should say properly. He swallowed the sudden guilt that built up in his throat, nearly choking him the whole time that the horrific events that unfolded.

What unfolded next after that dark chapter is Locus went through rigorous training to test his new skills and abilities. During that time, Dr. Marshall had mass produced the vaccine and tested more children like Locus's age. He was unsure if he could test the vaccine on teenagers or adults. He played his cards safely until he was feeling risky to try something different and modify it.

Locus succeeded the training his father had placed for him and he became the first successful superhuman soldier. Since the training helped, it was an idea that Dr. Marshall replicated it, creating more soldiers like Locus, he decided to add more kidnapped volunteers to his program, he decided they needed a name to label, he called them Locust soldiers (after his son's first name) Locus kept on training with the other new kids, the staff on hand helped out willingly with these kids. But Locus showed them how to be soldiers from his father's training technique.

Seven years had passed, as have the children whose ages were between 17 and 18. Dr. Marshall had decided to test the children's new skills in physical combat. He grouped every kid to a four man squad, for his son, he was curious to see how he would do in a group of other kids his age. He grouped his son into a squad called Legendary, the names of the kids on his list were: Locus, Ava, Marcus, and Dawn. His father had sent all the groups in the variety of battlefields between the Militia and Federation in drop ships he loaned from an ally. The Militia was an American army that replaced the US's old military division. While The Federation was an uprising army of people who rebelled against the Militia and made it a mission to conquer and destroy the Militia to free the supposed oppressed people inside the countries around the world. The rest of the world's armies had decayed and eroded away from existence.

After the many long battles scattered throughout the world, it was finally settled as to who the stronger victor was. It was settled at a place called: The Last Stand, in Atlanta Georgia, to honor the fallen and a memoriam towards freedom. During the war inside Atlanta, it was completely annihilated, and the people had voted to rebuild the city and rename it. They renamed the newly constructed city, Liberty City.

Intentionally, the Locust soldiers used their strength to help aid the Militia to defeat and wipe out the Federation. In doing so, they completed their mission. Immediately afterwards, the United States Government quickly offered a contract to Dr. Flint's Locust soldiers, he met the current president and proudly accepted. He firmly grasped the president's hand, and smiled cheerfully. But deep in his mind this was what he wanted them to do, he simply masked a facade, knowing the next phase of his plan, lurking deep in his mind of the endless possibilities. The Locust soldiers were additionally added to the Militia's ever growing army.

Dr. Flint, from then on, grew in power and made a name for himself. The press was non stop talking about his worth in the ever expanding army. His son still remained as a Locust soldier, he started doing missions after missions never resting, he had placed trust in Team legendary. They had countless missions, bounties, contracts lining up to wipe out the remaining Federation armies scattered throughout the Earth. And he made a declaration to never fail or compromise the missions ever.

Until one day, an alien force invaded Earth from the depths of deep space. They were known to humanity as the Scars, the creature's appearance was that of black reptile skin and scales, with an armor plating covering them with black and red armor color textures. They first invaded the large city of Chicago in North America. The Locust soldiers were assigned effectively to help exterminate the unknown forces. Only known to the adolescent young adults was their mission to kill the unknown threat before they can cause further damage.

Countless hours and days have passed, the endless war of Scars and Locust soldiers had conflicted with each other for what seemed like an endless eternity, Scar dreadnoughts spaceships were zooming out from their distant galaxy to ours repeatedly. The battle was finally decided by the Scar's secret weapon, a massive Scar spaceship called the Borough. It enticed a destructive laser beam under the horizontally long space ship's hull, it was meant to destroy planet surfaces.

Without hesitation, they used the powerful weapon against us. It unleashed a huge explosion in the city, and killed most of the civilians and no Locust soldiers had survived the eruption, except one. Locus had been unconscious during the explosion and endorsed into a coma. The rest of the surviving Locust soldiers were hunted down and killed, no soldier, except for Locus, had survived. Dr. Flint witnessed the colossal failure of his Locust soldiers, he anxiously shut down the Locust program quietly and suddenly disappeared from existence.

The human race was struggling to make a stand against the Scars. They were afraid of them and created an existing conflict with each other. The Militia, along with the remaining survivors, fled from America (As America was being slammed with invasions of the death atomic bombs released from the many Scar spaceships). They fled east towards Europe, and eventually Russia. It was a desolate place, the Americans thought as many were unfamiliar with the landscapes of Europe. They tried building massive walls to protect themselves as a way to hopefully scare off the Scars, but they knew they weren't scaring anyone. But on the plus side of things, inside the walls housed many families and people. But deep underground, a top secret project was in the works. The Militia forces created a contract with the democratic government of Russia, both sides agreed to the terms and signed the treaty willfully.

Upon signing the contract, they began construction on a new project called: Beyond. Which was three giant spaceships that housed the following: people, weapons, smaller space ships, food farms, living quarters, and much more. It was a sight to be seen back in its construction days. But tension was rising after the news broke that Europe was quickly taken by the Scars, along with other countries within that region. The people inside the walls were becoming worried that they would be found out in The harsh snow environment of Moscow and doubting about the secret project to supposedly saving humanity.

Some folks grew lingers of malice in their minds to secretly kill the high leaders and replace them with reasonable action. With all the anger, frustration, and fearfuliness within the walls, murder was begining to rise. The people within the walls would either work with construction, cook, clean, hunt, or be left abandoned to the outside world to freeze and die. The fathers would be forced to work, no matter what the condition was. The young boys twelve and up would be forced to work, if they were younger, they would not have to work. The mothers and daughters would either cook or clean. Period. Life was hard living within the walls and underground. The weather didn't make it easier as well, freezing temperatures in the day and at night. The cold snowy cycles would hide them for a long time, covering them to build and restore. Soon after, the giant spaceships finished construction and were raised to the surface to begin testing; however the Scars found them, and unleashed an attack on the walls.

Everyone fled towards the spaceships fearful to not be killed off, but the problem raised as testing hasn't been finished. But time was running out, they flew it upwards, hopeful to not explode in the process. The three massive spaceships zoomed swiftly into space to hide themselves away from the Scars.

Today, one of the ships called the Autumn now drifts nearby Saturn's Rings waiting and building an army to encounter the Scars. Will they succeed? Or will they fail? This story will unravel a great and mysterious question.