And the World Fell Apart
The world was a very confusing place. Wars, poverty, and of course, obesity. Until my good sister decided to go insane. Not exactly psycho, but the kind of I-can-take-over-the-world-and-no-one-can-stop-me kind of insane. Until I had something to do with it. My name is Commander Colt Mason. I am the survivor of my sister’s rage. For lack of better name, her name is empress Diamant. She is the unquestioned lord of the world. Except where my resistance and I are concerned. My resistance has the resources, the men, and the morale to free the world of empress Diamant’s rule. We are, the Freesheild.
Chapter I- MIA for now
I am stuck in a war prison right now with my friend Col. Buck. Head trauma during the third authority left him without a memory. He could not remember the first years of his life. My teams do routine checks after the attacks of attrition on poor civilians called authorities. I restate she likes to prove her authority even when people give it the utmost respect. I found him, befriended him, and trained him for six years. I guess that makes him my friend. The food at the prison sucked. Therefore, I ate as much as I could. After the pain of clogging the toilet in the cell. A janitor marked the plan for my escape. He came into the cell and as soon as the guard was out of sight. Buck came out of the shadows and held the janitor. I lead with a swift punch to the face. He let go of the plunger and that became my default weapon. Smacking him across the head knocked him out. Buck looked at me through the dim, moonlit cell and nodded.
“Homerun.” He said. Buck was a midsize, bulky person about nineteen years old. He wore an Ireland beanie hat over his thick brown hair. I was tall, thin and always kept a pair of sunglasses. I was a tad older than Buck at twenty-one and I always had a black spiky hair. I had a black beard wrapping around my chin that I always prized. Hate to brag but I thought I looked pretty good. After taking the janitor’s keys, we walked on the sides of our feet out the cellblock door. The elevators were definitely to have cameras, so we avoided those and headed for the stairs. Down at the bottom floor, we noticed the office in front, and knew that there was no way we could be passed that. Heading around the back, we were unknown to pass a guard. I turned around with the plunger in hand just as the guard was about to shoot. Buck shined the flashlight on the guard. He was a muscular, blond-haired person somewhere in his mid twenties. He lowered the weapon. He had a deep voice, but not exactly a growl.
“You’re a Freesheild?” I lowered the plunger and swung it near the ground.
“That’s us.” I glanced at Buck as he glanced back at me. “And you might be?” The guard pulled up his rifle to his chest height.
“Sir…” The thing that confused me was that he called me sir. “Now is a terrible time for questions.” I looked at Buck for a second and noticed a Yang charm strung around his neck. I then notice a Yin charm around this man. The weapon he carried was an A-91 Russian Submachine gun. He led us into the guardroom and got us some firearms. Handing me a F2000 and Buck a Khaybar HK-2002. By this point, it is certain that they know we have escaped. So we hurried toward the motor pool.
Chapter II- Take the long way home
We entered a room filled with vehicles. The room was much brighter than the rest of the prison. As well, we could start to see daylight.
“Thanks for your help.” I said, hoisting the gun on my shoulder and pacing towards our nameless comrade. In times of crisis, it was customary for Freesheild members to call their friends ‘Comrades.’ Uttering the word to another was a certain sign of respect and companionship between two soldiers.
“Now that we’re clear of detection, my name’s Raiden.”
“It was good of you to help us Raiden.” I repeated his name back to him to make sure I would remember. I felt after him helping us back to our people. That I may owe him a favor one day.
“What are your names?” He glanced back and forth between us.
“I’m Commander Colt Mason.”
“I’m Buck. I made that my name. I forgot who I was after head trauma.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Just then, another guard walked through the door. Buck and I turned and put our hands up.
“We must go now, or many people will die.” I saw in Raiden’s eyes that he was deciding, but strictly in our favor. We heard the other guard shout.
“For the honor of…augh!” Just before he was about to finish his little one-liner. A flash lit the room and the guard was dead. So that’s two favors I owe him. Halfway to the base, we encountered a checkpoint. A guard walked in front the car and signaled us to stop.
“Wait! There aren’t any other guards around.” At the end of his sentence, I let out the clutch and drove him over. The guard struggled to raise his handgun. As soon as Buck saw his hand twitch, he reached for his sidearm and embedded a bullet in his skull. I jumped out and noticed two other guards after taking them down. I wasn’t the only one facing reinforcements.
“It’s an ambush!”
“No, of course not.” I took down two more guards after I said that. “The wire is leading around the back. I’ll go around and look for a power switch.” There was a brief moment of silence before explosions and gunshots rang out from behind the wall. I ran back to the car as the gate opened.
“My god! You’re hit!” I struggled to get my seatbelt on.
“Just get us out of here!” I heard the engine rev as gunshots pierced the glass. Driving away. I pulled off my shirt to examine the wound. Thankfully, it just hit my side, nothing fatal. We drove in silence to the base. Our base was more so like a house on a hill with a large, stonewall in front of it. Most of the barracks were hidden underground to protect the rest of the troops from bombs and flamethrowers as they were also made out of stone and cement. The medics helped me get the bullet out of my side. I was back up in no time.
Chapter III- Fall of Freesheild…Maybe
“Sir! Numerous contacts, infantry, eight hundred meters and closing.” I bent down to look at the radar.
“Just a patrol, send out some teams and a support vehicle.”
“Yes sir.” But it was much more than a patrol. Our units were demolished, as well as the vehicles. I announced on the megaphone.
“All hands, send all fire teams, all vehicles, and scramble the jets. This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill.” After that, the teams were all over the place. But not fast enough. I a matter of hours. Huge mechs demolished the tanks. Her new advanced super soldiers were far too strong, as they were able to rip the hearts right out of men. They picked up our trucks and threw them unbelievable distances. For all we know, Buck and I were the only two survivors. We looked around, in astounded horror. Men, ripped apart, bloodied to the point where there was no blood left to be spilled, were left all across the field. Shrapnel and bullets littered the ground. Many died, too many to count. I became sick to my stomach. I dropped to my knees. I refused to cry. I’ve accomplished so much and just lost it all. I had to remain resilient. Buck just stared at me. Expecting I had a plan.
“What do we do now?”
“I don’t know.” I said, sounding utterly defeated. “I just don’t know.”
