The overthrow of the Republic is complete. The Separatist forces have been smashed, the Jedi Council nearly dominated, and the rest of the Jedi Order all but destroyed. Now absolute power rests in the iron fist of Darth Sidious - the cunning Sith Lord better known as the former Senator, now Emperor Palpatine. But more remains to be done. Pockets of Resistance in the galaxy must still be defeated and missing Jedi accounted for... and dealt with. These crucial tasks fall to Darth Vader. In turn, the Dark Lord has groomed a female lethal apprentice entrusted with a top secret mission to comb the galaxy and dispatch the last of her's Master's enemies, thereby punctuating the dark sides victory with the Jedis doom.

Several years before Star Wars. The Rise of Skywalker, Rey traveled across the galaxy to find the next generation of Jedi. Cale Lestin aka Star Dust and five other children have been chosen to learn the ways of the Force. Cale will have to prove himself to everyone that he has what it takes to eventually become Rey's apprentice. Does he have what it takes?

Several years before Star Wars. The Rise of Skywalker, Rey traveled across the galaxy to find the next generation of Jedi. Cale Lestin and five other children have been chosen to learn the ways of the Force. Cale will have to prove himself to everyone that he has what it takes to eventually become Rey's apprentice. Does he have what it takes?

Caleb is a Star Wars fan who died in his sleep. But while he thought to reach heaven or hell, a message appears before his eyes.


[System Activation: Star Wars Universe]

[Create your new body!]


* The main character is based on Khal Drogo (not GOT's one) https://swfanon.fandom.com/wiki/Khal_Drogo, I do not own the rights to the thumbnail image.


** I do not own any intellectual property in Star Wars.

**La version française se trouve ici : https://www.webnovel.com/book/star-wars-redone-(fr)_18653377205460005

Ok. I got really inspired by a certain Story (https://www.webnovel.com/book/15750285505831005/Star-Wars-New-Order) which has brought my Star Wars NUT back. whelp, get ready for some more bull shit.

Our MC Kylo Ray is a hardcore Star Wars Fan who was on his way home from a Star Wars meet up and died from a heat stroke being overweight and the sweltering summers heat.

Join Kylo as he journeys through the Star Wars Universe and becomes either the hope of all life throughout the Galaxy, or the one to bring it's downfall.

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Colin didn't go much farther on that road after that. There was no point in him going to the airport for now, seeing as he couldn't afford a ticket. He simply walked to the T-junction, saw farms north and south, and turned around.
     "I should go and buy food." He told his Comrades. "More tuna?"
     Everyone seemed agreeable to it. Shiro and Meek were half-cat, after all, Raiki and Fireheart were both full-cats, Rall was a bear and Warc was a duck. All of them liked fish.
     Colin bought a straw hat for shade, a backpack each for himself and Rall, and spent the rest of his money on tuna.
     "Edward and Katrin's done so much for me." Colin explained to his Comrades. "Including feeding you guys. The least I can do is give them some food in return."
     A call came in from Katrin just then.
     "Hey, Colin…" Katrin said. "Are you coming by the farm any time soon?"
     "I was just about to head back." Colin replied. "Why?"
     "That's good." Katrin said. "Something weird's going on here, and I think you're the answer to it."
     "Want anything from the shops here?" Colin asked. "Some tuna? We've been eating your food stores recently, and I think we should pay you back or something."
     "Forget it. Just get here as fast as you can." Katrin said, and ended the call.
***
     Colin was puzzled as he returned to the farm and saw Edward and Katrin both watching a jumping bubblesaur with amazement.
     "I don't believe it. He was jumping as soon as he saw you on the road." Katrin told Colin.
     Colin looked at the bubblesaur that sneezed all over him. "What's the matter?"
     "Bubblesaur was acting weird. Like he was in a bad mood or feeling sad or something." Edward said. "We couldn't figure it out. He kept wanting to come here, to the gate. So we followed him here and he kept looking up and down the road, as if waiting for someone."
     "And once you came in sight, he started getting excited." Katrin added. "Colin, I think he likes you."
     "Very funny." Colin grimaced. "He just wants to sneeze all over me again."
     "Bubba!" Bubblesaur beamed at him. "Bub-bub-bubba!"
     "Yip?" Shiro questioned.
     "Bubbaba!"
     "Yip? Yip?!"
     "Bubb. Bubba."
     Shiro blinked, and turned to Colin. "Yip?"
     "I'm rather confused about this myself." Colin admitted.
     "It's simple, I think." Edward sighed. "Colin, Bubblesaur wants to go with you."
***
     Colin stepped back. "Uh… Farmer Edward… I'm not so sure about this. Raiki's already… I mean… Bubblesaur sneezed all over me, and… uh…"
     "Bubba!" Bubblesaur jumped at Colin and hugged his leg. "Bubba!"
     Katrin laughed. "With all the Rainducks around, we don't really need him much any more. What do you think, Ed?"
     Edward nodded. "I think he should go with Colin."
     "Bubba!" Bubblesaur jumped up and down. "Bubbaba!"
     "Yip?" Shiro scratched his ear.
     "I'm not sure about this either." Colin said to Shiro.
     "Well, come in for now and take a break. Tell us about the Tournament and May's rescue. How did it go?" Edward invited them in.
     Colin told them about it as they went about inspecting the farm. They stopped by the little orchard and sent the Rainducks for more water before continuing. They visited each of the small gardens, the old fields and the new fields. Colin helped them loosen the soil in the biggest of the old fields so that they could put more fertilizer. 
     "So Scarlet's really a good person." Katrin said. "Or at least, she isn't a kidnapper."
     "Right." Colin said. Then, he thought about telling them about Lynn and asking them who that girl might be. And it was a girl, he was sure. A girl who could afford to fly on planes.
     {If you are who I think you are… we will meet. That's a promise.}
     Colin frowned. For some reason, he didn't think it would be a good idea to tell Katrin about it.
Just as he was thinking that, someone called Katrin. She took the call. "Michi? Are you here yet?"
     "Yes. I have arrived." Michi replied.
     Katrin nodded to Edward and Colin. "Michi's at the gate."
     Colin saw what it was about at once. Michi was carrying two of those Transfer Plates.
     "Uh… guys… are you sure about this?" Colin winced. "I mean… Bubblesaur?"
     "He won't be happy here any more." Edward said. "Just take him along. He might come in useful. There's not much he can do here."
     "Bubba!" Bubblesaur beamed.
     "Put your feet down here." Michi told Edward. "Bubblesaur's too."
     "Um…" Colin said, but Edward and Bubblesaur did it without hesitating.
     Michi processed it, keyed in something into the other plate and passed it to Colin. "Your turn."
     Colin took a deep breath. "Shiro…?"
     Shiro sighed. "Yip." He said, in resignation.
     "Okay." Colin said, and stepped on the plate.
     The plate vanished, and Bubblesaur was officially given to Colin as his Comrade.
***
     "This doesn't look too bad." Colin mentioned to Shiro as they scanned Bubblesaur.

Bubba
Abilities:
HP: 61/61
MP: 49/49
Str: 13
Sta: 24
Spd: 15
Int: 19
Wis: 15
Wit: 22
Total: 108

Traits:
Saurus Skin
Water Essence
Independent
Protective

     "For some reason,I seem to get all the Independent types…" Colin shook his head. Then, he blinked. "Wait a minute… this says his name is… 'Bubba'?"
     "Yeah. But I keep forgetting that." Edward said.
     "Bubba…" Colin frowned.
     "Bubba." Bubba echoed, and grinned at him.
     High stamina and wit… good intelligence… Bubba was a long range water attacker. "What's 'Saurus Skin'?"
     "It's a defensive trait. It will reduce the damage he takes from sharp, blunt and water attacks." Michi explained. "Add his water essence in, and Warc's Bubble Stream would likely do little more than tickle him."
     A long-range attacker that had high defense. Bubba was a tank. A rather weak one, right now, but a good bit of training could fix that.
     His techniques were a mess. 
     "You didn't train his water attacks?" Michi looked at Edward over her glasses.
     "I was using him to water plants." Edward explained. "That's why I never trained his stronger water attacks."
     Michi shook her head. "That's a waste. Colin, the first thing you need to do with Bubba here is to train those."
     "I know." Colin nodded. "Raiki's electric attacks too."
     "You've got a lot of training to do." Michi said. "You might want to visit the Gym."
     Colin shook his head. "I know what the Gym does to Comrades, Michi. Satrox told me. They'll lose some of their intelligence, wisdom and wit. I've got a better idea."
     "Really?" Michi wondered. "You'd bring them to train in the forests?"
     "Or…" Colin turned to Edward and Katrin. "What would you two say to another round tomorrow night?"
     "Farm wars?" Edward grinned.
     "Farm wars." Katrin nodded and high-fived Colin.
***
     When Satrox arrived at the farm two hours later, he found Colin working hard clearing the second new field.
     "You seem desperate for money." Satrox observed. "You can do missions from the Training Center, you know."
     "I know." Colin agreed. "But I'm helping Ed and Kat with farmwork tonight so that tomorrow night, we can go for another round of Farm Wars."
     "I see…" Satrox said, thinking. "Colin… do you want to join the Justice Knights?"
     "Join the… huh?!" Colin blinked. "I thought I needed to be Green Badge for that."
     Satrox gave him a flat look and pointed.
     "You ARE at Green Badge."
***
     Satrox was right. Colin hadn't realized it, but Bubba was his seventh Comrade. 
     And between all seven of his Comrades, there were definitely more than 100 levels already. 
Colin had reached Green Badge without even knowing it.
     "Have you used the Home Base function yet?" Satrox asked.
     "What's that?" Colin questioned.
     "Basically, when your badge goes to Green, you're able to use it to designate a Home Base – a place where your Comrades can rest and recover." Satrox explained.
     "Rest and recover…?" 
      "Sick Comrades can get well, and tired Comrades regain their HP and MP. You can send them to the base or back from it by calling them with your Watch." 
     {That sounds familiar… Farmer Edward did that before…}
     Satrox continued. "That way, you won't have to bring around your entire group of Comrades everywhere you go. You can just bring one or two and call the rest if and when you need them."
     "But wait," Colin frowned. "Won't Comrades get their HP and MP back by resting in the field?"
     "It's slow. At low levels, it's fine, but at higher levels, that could take a very, very long time." Satrox told him.
     "Oh."
     "So…?" Satrox waited.
     "So… what?" Colin blinked.
     "How about it, Green Badge?" Satrox nudged him. "Want to join the Justice Knights?"
***
     {Join the Justice Knights…}
     "Forget it. I'm a Traveler." Colin said straight off.
     "The J-Knights have lots of Travelers." Satrox said simply.
     Oh. "But look at the mess I almost made!"
     "That one of the reasons I think you'll do well." Satrox coughed. "You managed to avert it because you investigated further. And you do have a natural sense of fairness."
     "But…" Colin shook his head. "I'm totally inexperienced."
     "So go Travel and learn." Satrox suggested. "The J-Knights can offer missions, and you have somewhere to report cases to or call for help. Besides, you could use the support. If you're going to go around to find lost peoples' brothers and rescue girls, you're going to need help."
     "And what's the catch?" Colin demanded.
     "Well…" Satrox thought about that. "Some places won't welcome you any more. You won't be able to deal with pirates or thieves – all they'll trade with you are shots."
     Colin frowned. "Is that all?"
     Satrox sighed. "Well, the bad guys tend to attack you the moment they find out you're a Justice Knight. It's basically choosing a side between trying to do what's right and choosing to do what's wrong."
     "And if I decide not to join?" Colin asked.
     "Then I'm wasting my time with you." Satrox said simply. "And one day, we'll probably be enemies, because all Travelers need to achieve the highest rank in an Order for the Gatekeeper to entrust you with the Key."
     "Huh?" Colin blinked. "What Gatekeeper? What key are you talking about?"
     "Didn't you know?" Satrox blinked. "The Journey. The whole point of Traveling."
     "Uh… no." Colin admitted.
     Satrox scratched his head. "Well… let me put it in simple terms. If you want to reach the final goal of Travelers at the end of the journey, you need the key from the Gatekeeper. The Gatekeeper will require you to be of the highest rank in any Order… whether it's a good one or a bad one. The Justice Knights are one of the good Orders."
     Colin realized it then. "The Journey… all this Traveling… there's a final goal?!"
     "Journeys always lead to a Destination." Satrox said. "Otherwise, it's just called Wandering."
     {And to reach that goal… I need to join an Order… any Order… good or bad… Justice Knights means I join the good side and fight the bad.}
     Colin turned to Shiro. "What do you think?"
     Shiro scratched his ear and turned to Raiki. "Yip?"
     Raiki shrugged.
     Shiro thought about it some more, frowning at the floor.
     Still, he hesitated.
     Colin turned to Satrox. "There's your answer."
     "Huh?" Satrox blinked.
     "My answer is 'not now'." Colin said. "Maybe one day, maybe tomorrow night, but not right now. I'm going to focus on Traveling and raising Comrades. Justice and Knights and all that can wait until I'm strong enough to handle those. I'm not ready for that yet."
     "I see." Satrox sighed. "Well, call me if you have a case to report or if you need help."
     Colin's watch twitched. Satrox's contact was added to it.
     "And you can call me too." Colin replied politely. "Thanks for all your help, Satrox. I really learnt a lot."
     "You're welcome, Colin. Do us a favor – even if you don't join the Justice Knights in the end, join a good Order. I'd hate to have to chase you down and fight you."
     "So would I." Colin said, eyeing his black Lynxmouse. "I'll see you around."
     "You too." Satrox said, and left the farm.

In Dreamworlds, a telepathic network where billions of dreamers share their dreams, a freak accident steals a boy away from his family for several hours. 13 year old Colin awakes with no memory of those hours, but in Dreamworlds, the scars he still bears prove that something had happened.

His father brings him and a select group of friends to a new Dreamworld the very next night - the one Dreamworld in all the Network that allowed children to roam free, obtain a sort of power, and face the responsibilities involved. A Dreamworld where children Travel with and care for animal Comrades, a Dreamworld meant for children to grow and mature without parents looking over their shoulders all the time.

There Colin explores friendship like he never had before... and finds that it could be the only thing he could count on to protect him.

----
July 18, 1615
We arrive on the streets of the plaza with the help of a Warden truck. "You press boys better be safe out there!" The lady driver in her blue Warden uniform smiles. We waved goodbye as she drives down the road. Looks like we're a bit far from the Northern hemisphere, there was less snow.
The Abandoned Wards was once the capital of the Warden empire, it used to be called the city of "Sunhaven." Now, it is anything but.
There were blue and green soldiers, albeit unarmed, roaming the city. They seem to be collecting their dead. 
Soup and I walked along the path of bricks and rubble as I try to steady my balance. Soup stares at the street full of pieces of concrete. "Adam, have you ever been into war before?" he asks.
"Yeah. Before I was hired, I was a writer for the Warden Press and a Corporal in the Warden army. When my father died, I Immediately defected towards Nicnevin and snuck a boat to Mesea. Thankfully, Mesea accepts Caoivish refugees."
"Oh," Soup hesitates----"I'm sorry to hear that," he puts his arm over my shoulder.
"It's fine, it happened 5 years ago."
"Yeah." He notices a Warden in the distance---- "Well well, would you like to give that man an interview?" He points at him. 
"Good idea." I went on ahead towards the man.  The man donned a blue Warden uniform, overweight, and sported a massive beard. As this was my first ever conducted interview, It was 'bit nerve-wracking, to say the least. 
I memorized what questions I should be asking----current job, last battle if any, opinions on the enemy, and an optional miscellaneous question.
"Good morning sir! I'm Adam Kristoff, from the Press Corps, would you mind if we have an interview?" He stops walking and turns to me. I immediately took out my notebook and pen from my backpack.
"Yeah, sure. It's an honor to meet one of you press guys in person." 
"What's your name, good sir?"
"Sergeant First Class, Koedem Bubba Claire Deej. Friends call me Bubby."
"What are you doing in the Plaza, sir?"
"Just finding dead bodies. The last war took a toll!" he replies.
"Can you tell me about your most recent battle?" 
Bubba looks at me, he was speechless. I put my right palm on his right shoulder,  "Sir, it's fine, you don't have to-" 
"No, no. It's okay. It's just the trauma," he drew in a long breath. "Months ago, during the 26th war, almost everyone in the trench died to a mortar attack. I was injured." 
Bubba reveals the bandages on his calves, "I swear, I had already accepted my death when the Colonials happen to charge towards o-our trench line, not until..." Bubba pauses for a moment. 
"Not until what?" I asked as I paused writing down notes.
"...not until this one man single-handedly slaughtered the entire army. He charged straight to their bayonets with nothing but a sword." His smile soon emerges. 
"Woah, what a hero! Could you describe his appearance?"
"I'm not sure... It was all blurry-" Soup enters, interrupting Bubba---- "No no, continue,"  Soup crosses his arms. 
"Well, he looked like your friend," Bubba points at Soup----"That's all I can say about the hero's appearance." He laughs. 
I look at Soup and raise an eyebrow, "Hey, Soup. Were you in War 26 by any chance?" I grinned.
"No, I'm not a soldier. That probably wasn't me." Sou shakes his head smiling. I turned back to Bubba, "So uhm, what do you feel about the unarmed roaming Colonials around here?"
"After fighting in so many wars, I decided 'fuck it!' If they don't shoot us, then we don't, simple! I want to rest easy, live a peaceful life. By the way, there was a football match just around the corner, you should check it out."
I smiled at Bubba, "Thank you for the interview, good sir." 
He smiles back, "You're welcome."

Soup and I then went down the street. "So, how was your first interview?" Soup asks. 
"I was very nervous!" I cried,  "You could've seen the sweat falling down my cheek! I felt bad for the guy, I mean, Bubba." 
"Relax," he pats my back---- "It's fine, you'll meet a lot of guys like him." 
We went around the corner to spot a makeshift football game between the Colonials and the Wardens. I grabbed my polaroid camera and took a picture of the sight, it was rare to see such an event. We sat on the concrete staircase of a destroyed building, facing the game along with a few other soldiers.
The Wardens and Colonials beside us noticed my friend and looked at him in a particular manner, I then spot two Colonial soldiers walking away, while the rest sat in discomfort. 
Looks like they didn't want to be in Soup's presence at all, and I didn't know why. I glanced at Soup, he smiles and cheers on for the players. I guess I don't have anything to worry about. I crossed my legs, and simply watched the game.
The aftermath of the game saw 23 points for the Wardens and 20 for the Colonials. It was intense, to say the least. The soldiers' discomforts changed to wholehearted cheers, standing ovations even! I called the players for a group picture in which they agreed, I will not forget their smiles. 
After holding more than nine interviews with the Colonials and the Wardens, Soup and I decided to call it a day and head back to HQ. It was already 5:34 PM anyway.
We pass through a building to get to the Northern side, as Robert plans to pick us up. Soup stops.
"What's wrong?" I asked. 
Soup frantically points to the arm sticking out the rubble. We then put away all the debris to dig the body out. It's a decaying corpse of a Warden soldier. He was shot 5 times to the back and is missing a right arm, poor guy. I drag his body away and told Soup to look for a body collector. The body stunk so much to the point I gagged.
I let his body out of the building, Soup and two Warden body collectors carrying a stretcher has arrived. "Thank you for letting us know," the duo carries the body to the stretcher, "We'll take it from here-"



The body's arm reaches for the Warden's uniform and rips a part off, dropping him in the process. The body picks itself up and charges towards the Wardens. I don't know what was going on. He's supposed to be dead, the rotting skin should be evident to prove that!
One of the collectors pushed him away far enough to let them flee. Soup and I were just left. I dropped my backpack and pulled out my small pistol, which was only to be used in dire situations.

I point my gun. "Stand down now!" I cried. He stops for a moment before he pounces in my direction, disarming my weapon. Still standing, I caught a glimpse of Soup fumbling around my backpack, before running off. 
"Soup! Help me over here!" I cried. Soup had run away. Where the fuck is that bastard off to?!
We both tumble down on the dirt, his strength is unnatural. He attempts to bite my face as I try to hold him back with my right arm. I'm losing strength, his teeth are getting closer. 

The thoughts of death circulated in my mind.

Am I going to die?


A blade emerges from the soldier's neck, it was recognizable. It's Soup's knife. No blood came out. Soup immediately tugs the body's uniform and threw him to the wall. Two beasts were now in the area, and one is winning.
Soup then batters his head with a brick to the point the skull was exposed. He pulls the knife from its neck and stabs its face. He turns its head towards the concrete and slammed it against the hard surface. The knife was deep in its skull and it's no longer moving.
He pauses, he runs a few meters before fainting, collapsing on the ground. The two Warden body collectors came back with reinforcements. 
"Wha' happened here?!" 
"Y-you are late!" I picked myself up, panting. One of them ran towards me. 
"Ya' all right?" 
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said as he pats my shoulder before running to the body.
I grabbed my camera from my backpack and took a picture of the body before I walked towards Soup. 
"Hey... Soup, you alright?" I reached my hand out. Soup opens his eyes----"Y-Yeah, what happened?" 
"You... You just destroyed that bastard over there. Never seen you like that."
Soup sits up, "Oh. T-That wasn't me, that was Saunders."
"Who? What?" I pulled Soup up.
He sighs, "I have a Dissociative Identity Disorder. I have two personalities, basically." He says as we both slowly walk to the body with his arm over my shoulder.
"Woah. I've heard of that back in Mesea only recently... It was a new discovery If I remember correctly."
"Yeah, yeah. To tell you the truth, I was actually a Velian mental patient, they had to contain me because of Saunders. We both made up anyway. Thanks to the ongoing wars, I let Saunders take my body on the weekends."
"On the weekends huh? You make it seem like you're both best friends."
"Of course we are. Saunders saved my ass too many times."
"Wait. So the hero Bubba was talking about was actually you, I mean, Saunders!"
He chuckles, "Yeah, I guess so."
"That's fucking badass!" 
"Yeah, yeah. Okay, I think I can stand now." He says as he puts away his arm, we look down on the body----"So what the hell are we gonna do about this?" he scoffs.
"No idea. He's dead, but he was a-able to p-pounce at me."
"Too much to think about. Let's get back to HQ." He says. The body collectors then placed his body on the stretcher and carried him away. The Colonial and Warden soldiers who came to our rescue, although late, asked us about the incident, in which we answered truthfully. 
As we walk towards the main road, trying to ignore what just happened; I asked Soup, "How long have you been in Caoiva?"
"Most of my life I guess? I was a soldier of both sides as Saunders used my body. Then I became a part-time artist for the Press Corps, which made me live in Mesea for a while before I came back just a month ago for the contest." He says.
We spot Robert in his Warden uniform, driving down the road with his jeep. "Oh, are you lads, alright? You look like you've rolled in the sand for a while."
"It's a long story," Soup shakes his head, "We'll discuss this later." We both hopped in the jeep, Soup called shotgun as I was on the backseat.
As the dirt roads transitions to snow, the sky turning pink, we told Robert everything that happened. 
"That's a lot similar to the zombies, now does it?" Robert asks.
"Zombies, what do you mean?"
"You haven't listened to one of Commander Rod's radio dramas? It's called 'Bureau of Occult Warfare' mate, and it was about how these dead bodies somehow came back to life, but still dead!" Robert chuckles, "The concept was uniquely amazing, not gonna lie."
"What was the drama play about? And who's Rod?" I asked.
"It was about how this soldier discovered how he was invincible, and he had to join a group to fight off the undead. Spoiler alert, lad, It's a sad ending!" Robert laughs and honks his horn for effect. 
He added, "Oh, yes. Rod's used to be one of our reporters at the HQ, I believe you both still haven't met. I think he retired 9 years ago? M-my memory isn't good like it used to."
I realize I joined the Press Corps years after his departure, which is why I didn't recognize him.
Soup looks at Robert----"Rod, The bastard son of the late Emperor, Callahan! He was the commander of the Roughnecks, wasn't he?" 
"Yeah, mate. It was unbelievable to think that Callahan's son was our co-worker once. I wonder where he is right now, that he is retired."
Soup blows out his cheeks, "No one knows. Now that he revealed himself to be Callahan's bastard son, I'm sure he went into hiding."
It was fascinating to hear about a well-decorated man. I never knew Rod, but now, I wanted to meet him.
-----
8:34 PM, we've arrived at the main gate----"Do not trespass - Restricted Area" signs can be seen on the gate and the fences... It was dark, I guess they really try their hardest to make the area restricted as possible.  We passed the Warden Military Police a while ago, Robert's presence immediately had us through the checkpoint.
We were greeted by a soldier in a ghillie suit, Poe Tayto was on guard duty tonight. "How was your first time?" he pulls the gate open. 
"It was..." I try to find the words to describe what just occurred, "Something happ-"
"Zombies. Poe, they fought zombies." Robert interrupts and laughs.
"Oh wow. Old man, I think you need more rest than they do." Poe closes the gate. 
"Heh, right." he waves as he drives up the road. 

------

We park our vehicle in the warehouse. Keyana and her team were eating their MREs in the corner. We simply waved at them as we hurried back to the HQ.
As soon as we arrived in the basement, I Immediately called Dr. Posonby to our office for his opinion as I place the photographs on my table. We explained what happened and waited in anticipation.
"What do you think?" I asked.
"Just a disclaimer, I'm not a medical doctor. I have a Ph.D. in Juridical Science from the University of Callahan. Different from Medicine."
Dr. Posonby takes a picture and observes it, "Judging from the photographs, his decaying corpse should be enough to tell that he's already deceased. Not sure how to explain this phenomenon, but I'm estimating that it had been weeks since his passing."
In a state of disbelief, I asked----"How can he be long dead if he just attacked us?"
Posonby grins and shakes his head, "I'll be contacting the main HQ about this one," he says as he takes the pictures. "Robert, I'll be off to the communications room. Making sure that the main HQ's aware."
Robert nods at his statement as Dr. Posonby leaves the room. "Huh. Lads," he turns to us, "you might on to something." Robert scratches his head, "Anyway, I'll be off to the barracks," he unbuttons his uniform as he walks out of the door. 
I stretched my arms and yawned, turned towards Soup, "I guess we can discuss this tomorrow. We should get to bed." 
Five knocks in rhythm were heard from the main door. Soup immediately recognize it was Poe's, we all rushed outside our office to open the main door.
Poe runs inside falling, he then picks himself up, heavily panting.
"Potato, what's wrong?" asked a confused Soup as he pushes the door to close. Poe was missing his ghillie suit, not sure why.
Poe collects himself, "Someone tried to break in, but we took care of him though..."
"Okay? He's taken care of, why still alarmed?" Soup raises an eyebrow, narrows his eyes. 



"Listen," Poe takes a chair and sits, "the man was already LONG dead! We've shot down a walking corpse, Sou."

Soup and I stood in disbelief. I crease my brows, "Something like that attacked me and Soup earlier at the Deadlands. Is it related?"  
"Hell, that old geezer might be telling the truth. Soup's a funny nickname though." Poe glances at the door and smiles.


Soup eyeballs the door and looks back at Poe, "Okay.. Were you able to identify who the 'zombie' is?"


"Yes. He wore nothing but the white robe, the robe we traditionally use for our dead." 


My eyes widen, "What? Who is it?" 


 He fixes eyes towards the floor and stares blankly. 



"The dead emperor's right-hand man, Major Thomas Hystrot."

The Press Corps, a neutral multi-media news organization dedicated to broadcasting news directly from the frontlines of Caoiva, that was their mission statement.  Adam Kristoff, a paid artist working for the corps have decided to join an internal contest held within the company. He is to write ten reports, each with 2000 words, directly from the frontlines in order to win the Geoffrey Jennings award. Though, some things might not go underway as a deeper and darker truth has been revealed. The primary mission of the Corps has changed.

NOTE: The story is based on the fictional world of the Video Game Foxhole! The writer - Matt - has made the lore quite vague and hidden throughout the game. Thanks to the awesome community with hundreds and hundreds of headcanons, I decided that I shall express my love to the developers, Foxhole, and of course - a real group of people dedicated to broadcast news from the player-made events in the game - The Press Corps!

Disclaimer: To the readers from Wattpad who're not familiar with Foxhole----Do not worry! This story was written in a way so that everyone can relate to it. Think of it as an alternate universe, inspired by the World Wars.

P.S. Do not skip the side stories or else you won't grasp the full experience.

-It is now afternoon and fights are broking out everywhere in the Third Day of the war between the Kingdom of Thrile and the Mudland Union. At the Apers Military Camp which is located at the Apers Mountain Range, the main battle is the Commander in Chief of the entire Thrile Army, Prince Larry and his last remaining Chosen Beast by his side, the gluttonous General Semil. The two of them are main fighting the divided Center Army of the Mudland Union that is led by the Orc Commander Gald and the Beast that recently just unlocked his magic ability of electricity, General Kirth. The main event that is currently happening that the Army fron the Union who just finished settling down was suddenly attacked by the men from above the Mountainous Military Base. The Thrile also has their own dilemma with the sudden appearance of the rival and the younger brother of Prince Larry, Prince Hector, who just got recently released from the dungeons by their father, King Hendery, in order to aide his brother. He brought a fresh new army and an old war veteran from their previous enemies as his assistant which is also General Optiz's former childhood friend together with him. Even with all of those, the jealousy and fear getting the spotlight stolen got the better of the older prince which is why he assigned Prince Hector and his newly arrived army as reinforcements even though they would have definitely contributed to his goals. Anyways, The Mudland Union also has their own battlefield in Crimson City with a stealthy invasion by a member of the Five Chosen Beasts, General Semil, and her army. Her army easily penetrated the weak defenses that remains in the Capital City of the Union. After that, she attempted to kidnap the children of Wreck Crimson, the Chairman of the Mudland Union. By some bizarre circumstances, she failed to quickly snatch the triplets and ended up crossing swords with the mother of the Triplets and the Lady of the Crimson City, LAur Crimson. LAur just got back from her personal training and quickly challenged the flying female warrior from Thrile into an aerial duel. While every single thing is going on simultaneously, the Eastern Front led by the eleven Commander Bren with the Norman Army and the Crimson City Army is seeing a significant success without much resistance compared to their allies. Commander Bren later found out that at the western front, the rivaling races of Orcs and Minotaurs from the City of Gaorus and the City of Baugan has met their middle point, or at least their leaders. Commander Poel of the Baugan Army met with his counterpart General Phinny of the Gaorus Army earlier this sunrise in order to talk about how should they settle this dilemma they are currently facing and how should they win in this battle against a mighty foe. After exchanging some words of apologies, the two Military Leaders had the compromise that they should work together as partners instead of a boss and subordinate relationship in order to face off against their great opponent, the Chosen Beast General Remon and his ability to create metal like substances. They also realized that this cooperation between their races' most important military figure shall be the shining light that will guide not just the orcs and the minotaurs, but every single citizen in the Mudland Union. They aim that their partnership will prove that even with a long history of wars and conflicts, they can work together for the same goal. They both had great intentions, but it has been reported that their goal has not translated pretty well to the battlefield. What is going on in the Western Front? While everything is currently in chaos, where is Chairman Wreck in his army right now? How will the Third Day of this war will end? –
General Tran's POV
-MAROON ARENA, MUDLAND UNION-
"We have finally arrived, General Tran."
"Alright, bring us down right over there, Bubba."
I pointed towards the human that is waving at me which I believe is Sir Mello Lasterson who is located at the entrance of the Maroon Arena. 
After I got down from the back of Bubba, I immediately rushed towards Sir Mello and shook his hand. After that I asked him a question.
"How are you and the people of the Crimson City doing, Sir Mello?"
"Everything is fine here. We have evacuated the entire population here in the Maroon Arena."
"Who are you with?"
"Well, I am not really the one leading the movement. It was our acting Master, Sir Grano and his family Lady Lisha and their daughter Minister Listh."
I knew it was Grano and his family. Looks like the founding member are giving their entire best.
"By the wat, you can hand the babies to us."
"Oh right."
I carefully gave the children of Chairman Wreck and Lady Laur to the aide of Sir Mello.
"Alright, don't cry anymore, Allaura and Allucci. Everything is fine now. Shush."
Wait, why do I feel like I am missing something?
My sudden thinking was abruptly ended when Sir Mello pulled me towards the building.
"Let us head inside. It is safer in there. Come with us, Sir Bubba. I know that you need some rest after some long-distance travels."
Bubba and I followed Sir Mello towards the interior of the Maroon Arena.
"By the wat, how is the situation there in the main battlefield? Are we winning?"
"Uhmm… I am not really sure. The last time I heard from the Center Army before Chairman Wreck started their retreat is that they are currently surrounding and sieging the main headquarters of Prince Larry and the Kingdom of Thrile."
"What?! We are currently sieging our foes?! That is such a great news! How come you not tell me that sooner?!'
"Well, Things might have change right now if they found out that half of the men sieging is gone."
"Half are gone? What do you mean by that?"
"I told you earlier, didn't I? Chairman Wreck is currently making his way towards the Crimson City all the way from the Shun Plains in order to save the Crimson City. He also brought about half of the men in the Center Army with him."
"What?! Why would the Chairman waste the opportunity to finish the enemy?! We could have ended the war right there! Him coming here is just going to be unnecessary!"
Wait, unnecessary?
"Sir Mello, what do you mean by that?!"
"By what?!"
"Why would the Chairman coming home in order to save the city that he built be unnecessary?"
*DEEP BREATHES*
Sir Mello took a deep breathe first before he replied to my question.
"Here is the thing, General Tran…"
He signaled to come nearer to him so I obeyed his instructions and then he whispered something to me.
"WHAT?!?!?!!?"
Wreck's POV
-JINS PORT, RIGHT OUTSIDE OF THE GREAT RIVER, KINGDOM OF THRILE-
My army and I finally arrived here in the Jins Port where are currently under our control after the advancements that was led by General Everett before he got hurt in the Shun Plains.
A soldier came to me to ask a question.
"Chairman, shall our men now get on board in the ships?"
"How long is the predicted travel time towards the other side?"
"I believe that we are going to arrive in the other side after sunset if we move right now."
Sunset? I do not want that to happen. It would be bad if it is already dark when we reach the Crimson City.
"Alright, instruct the soldiers to get on board as soon as possible. We have no time to lose."
"Ok sir, but what about you?"
"I will follow right after."
"Understood sir."
After that, he then left.
I was about to move so that we can reach our destination as fast as possible when all of a sudden, I received a telepathic message from General Tran.
"Hey Chairman Wreck, can you talk right now?"
"I can, but it would be hard to communicate since my army is currently rushing tight now so that we can arrive there as soon as possible."
"Wait, no! Do not come here anymore!!!"
What? 
"What do you mean by that, Tran?"
"Where are you as of now?"
"We are still here in the Jins Port."
"Jins Port? Perfect, since it is almost sunset, you better rest for the day there in the port, Chairman."
I am so confused right now.
"Wait, what do you mean by resting here? Weren't I suppose to come to the Crimson City and save my family and my citizens?"
'Well you do not need to do that anymore because as of now, you wife, Lady Laur, is back and she is currently fighting the Chosen Beast General named Semil right now. About your babies, I have them here in the Maroon Arena with the rest of the citizens of the Crimson City so everything is under control."
"WHAT?!?!"
That was so much information to take in! Laur is back?! The citizens are safe?! My long period of travelling is looking to be useless right now because Tran seems to be doing his job!
"Alright, I know that was a lot. I am going to give you a short time to think and take all of those in."
*DEEP BREATHES*
I calmed myself down and evaluated the situation. What should I do now? Wait…
"Wait, you said that you are in the Maroon Arena right now, right?"
"Yes, I am with Sir Mello."
"And Laur is fighting the General right now, right?"
"That is right."
"Then who is protecting the city from the enemy soldiers aside from Laur?! I should definitely go there to help Laur!"
"That is not needed anymore sir."
"Why?! Explain it to me!!!"
"I just got the words that our allies, the Kingdom of Zione Army led by Great General Reid Habsber has arrived in the Crimson City."
-TO BE CONTINUED- 


What will you do if you are reincarnated in another world full of wonders and magic? Of course, you want to be a Hero or a Villain! The problem is our Main Character chose not to become any of those, but he cannot avoid trouble!!! Meet Wreck, an average dude trying to live peacefully in a different world. Join him as he explores and accidentally establishes his legacy in this Medieval Fantasy World!!!!



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