Chapter 1
-Present time-Location: Unknown-Date: Unknown
The field is war-torn, decorated only by desperately dug foxholes, and corpses. It is night, and is lit only by distant explosions and fires. I am running, for no other purpose than to get away from where I was. Things are going smoothly, then something flies over my head. Then something hits me in the chest knocking me on my backside, my armor barely stopping it. I was startled, but I crawled into a one of the foxholes, then I looked down to check myself, and found a what looked like a acupuncture needle sticking out of my chest. Did I just get shot by a Ninja? Flares go off in the background, lightly illuminating the field, enough for me to somewhat properly see. And I didn’t like what I saw. 9 men were moving up to where I was hiding. I bring my rifle to bear and open fire, in three-shot bursts. One jerked back abruptly, and fell like a sack of potatoes. Another winged to the right and fell clutching his shoulder, the rest dropped into what little cover there was. I ceased firing and ducked as a flurry of those needles flew at me. One nicked me barely, and sliced my cheek clean open. I grabbed a grenade from my belt and threw it. Three seconds later an explosion and shrapnel tore through the night. I wait a moment then peek over the top of my foxhole, just to see a bone-white visage running at me, I raise my rifle just in time for a boot to collide with my face, knocking my conscience clear out of the back of my head.
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Chapter 2
-2 days earlier-Location:*LOCATION CLASSIFIED*-Date: 2017
Lieutenant Jack was debriefing us on the mission. My 8-man team (the team comedians Private 3rd class Johnson and John, squad marksman Staff Sergeant Atticus, heavy weapons Corporal Lane, close quarters specialist Master Sergeant James, Me Chief Master Sergeant Rich, and demolitions specialist Staff Sergeant MacTavish) was sitting around the briefing table. It was a simple go in take out the head man, blow up the machines, pull out, be back by Taco Tuesday that night on the base. I was excited because it was my first real mission as the new NCO, newly promoted. The Lieutenant was going over the withdrawal process, for the second time, when a call came in. We were green to go. We all stood and slapped the pin-up’s butt for luck as we left. Then we crowded around the base preacher, who gave us a prayer to go on for courage and slapped James for swearing. Then we boarded the plane, and took off. 15 minutes later, we were nearing the drop point, the red light turned on and we all stood. As the light turned green, I kissed my dog tags for luck and we jumped put into the night. We landed and started moving north to the objective. When we arrived at an overlook, we were a little surprised at the size of the complex, even though we were briefed on it. It had a razor wire fence 8ft tall surrounding the complex, which was massive ,easily half an acre in length. I heard a clanking rumble coming from a motor pool, and saw something that made me freeze. Was that a tank? I told Atticus to see if it was. He came back and confirmed what I feared, at one point, unknown to our Intelligence, they had acquired a tank. This normally wouldn’t be a problem, we’d just avoid it, except it was moving towards our objective building. Then it stopped right in front of the front door. “Well crap.” I heard James insightfully put in.
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Chapter 3
-Present time-Location: Unknown-Date: Unknown
It was noon when I awoke in the foxhole, which only added to the daze of waking up after being knocked out, with a boot on my chest and a sword ,a good 3 feet long, at my throat. The person behind the sword was clad in grey, and pale armor, of the same bone white that had knocked me out. He saw that I was awake and said something in a language that I didn’t know, he must have seen my confusion, because started to speak in an accented whisper that sounded like English, and asked “Who are you?”. I answered with my code name, “I am Sergeant Kodiak.” He asked another question “How are you here? We drove the Humans from this area days ago.”, “You’re not human?” I replied. He looked taken aback by this statement, so I pressed “You look human, and you’re the first person I’ve seen in 24 hours.”, my vision cleared and I saw my attacker was actually feminine, quite feminine if you know what I mean. She sharply replied “I’m not some lower intellect creature like you.”
“So what are you then?”
“I am what you would call an alien”
“You’re joking, there are no such thing as aliens, and even if there were they would be Little Green Men or something with a lot of appendages!” That comment was rewarded with a rather brutal heel grind into my chest.
She then developed a hard look in her eyes, and spoke in a soft yet angry voice “Was that a joke, do you think I’m stupid?”
“No, but…”
“Quiet! Then why do you mock what your race has brought down on themselves?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You Humans killed our two ambassadors to you, or have you forgotten that?”
“What Ambassadors!?”
“The ones we sent down ten tears ago in peace.” she looked on the verge of tears, of sorrow or anger I couldn’t tell. I had no idea what she was talking about. So I asked
“Ten years ago? I don’t remember anything like that happening.”
She ground her heel again and screamed “How dare you forget!”, She was openly crying now, “It was in 5150 how do you not remember?” My heart skipped a beat, did she just say 5150?
“What year is it?” I asked,
“It is 5160. What have Humans become to stupid to keep the date?” she replied
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Chapter 4
-2 days ago- Location: *Classified*-Date: 2017
“Ok here’s what we’re going to do.” Lieutenant Jack said “MacTavish, Lane move up to the front of the compound, make a distraction, and don’t get killed.” He then turns to me and to the side tells me “Remember the grunt’s mission success is based on if the mission is completed. For us two it’s based on that, and on how many husbands we return home to their wives. Their lives are always more important.” An explosion rocked the compound moments later and incendiary rounds from a heavy machine gun all but destroyed the front of the compound. “That’s the distraction, get ready, we move when the tank does.” Jack ordered. Except the tank stayed put. “Crap, we’ll have to sneak by it. It’s an old tank meaning limited vision, move in the blind spots and then pop the top and blow it with grenades. Got it?”. We all answered “Yes, sir.” We moved up into the compound and advanced on the tank. Before they knew what hit them the tank crew was dead as James threw a grenade down the top hatch.
We moved in the objective building and froze in fascination at the sight, mass of wires, coils, blueish steel, and volt readers. “What is it?” Johnson asked. “Would you like to know?” said a voice behind us. We turned guns trained… on an old man. “It is really a wonderful creation.”, he continues talking, oblivious to our guns, “It’s a personal invention of mine. Are any of you familiar with time travel?”, John almost answers, but the old man continues ignoring him “Built it my self…”, “We made the distraction sir.” MacTavish and Lane say as they come in “We saw, now set explosives on the machine and let’s get out of here.” Jack orders. “Wait! You can’t!” the old man protests. Jack checks a slip of paper and puts a trio of bullets in the old man’s chest. Before I could say anything Jack orders “Check his neck, he should have a scar.” I followed his orders and checked his neck. As it turns out the man was still alive. He whispers something to me “All it needs is a large spark.” I check his neck and confirmed to Jack that there was. He puts the paper back in his pocket, as MacTavish walked up with a detonator. “Lets get out of here and blow this place.” MacTavish said. Everyone agreed and as we headed back to the overlook, I thought about the old man’s words “All it needs is a large spark.” What in Hell could that mean? Then MacTavish said “Let’s light this candle!”, wait spark… Oh God! I yelled stop a millisecond to late, and explosion roared from the compound, we looked to see an expanding bubble of blue fire. We were thrown from our feet by the shockwave and swallowed by the blast.
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Chapter 5
-Present day- Location: Unknown-Date: 5160
“No…what? How… two days ago…?” I trail off.
Apparently I had a look of dumb-founded shock on my face, because her expression changed to one empathetic curiosity. “Do you really not remember, or are you deficient?”
I replied “Two days ago I was in 2017 with my team on a mission.”
I was greeted with silence and at first. Then one of the men that didn’t die came into view, and told her something before she tell me I was crazy. She almost immediately lifted me to my feet and half dragged half pulled me to the man I shot in the shoulder, he was pale from blood loss, and didn‘t look too good. She took off her helmet to take a look at him and I got my first good look a my captors, and I was surprised for a second time that day. She was pale, slim, overall above-average, and cute. While her men looked more like gymnasts with leotards and all. I accidentally thought out loud “Why would you wear a leotard to a fight?”, which got the response of “It’s battle armor damn it! Why do you Humans keep calling them leotards?”, as I studied their faces I noticed that they had pointed ears, not to weird, then I noticed the teeth on the males. They were all canines for one, and they were a good half inch in length. That made me start to try to get away I had to do something else anyway, something important. A hand grabbed me by the back of the neck and a voice “Where do you think you’re going?”, it was that girl. “Your weapon. its ammunition is most vile and has lodged in my soldier.”
“So what, he attacked me, and where are my weapons by the way?”
“In our possession. If you help our man we may return you your weapons.”
“That would be the deal of the day, except, I can only do so much, and my First Aid Kit has been misplaced. And another thing, why can’t you remove it yourself?”
“It is weaponry that has not been used or seen since the 3rd millennium.” I laughed for at least 30 seconds, until she interrupted my merriment by saying “If he dies because you don’t help him you‘ll die.”
“Fine, I’ll do it. Although, he’ll probably die in getting the bullet out. And if he doesn’t he’ll have to have the arm removed.”
“That is acceptable.”
“Well then let’s get to it then.”
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I shall update when I can, and I may ask the viewers for what they want to happen(love interest, tragedy, etc.).