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    This is my story, 2060:Global War. Please tell me what you think about it. it is about 35 pages long now, and i'm pretty proud of it. here it is, enjoy.

    2060: Global War
    Written By: Jonathan Tyler


    Prologue
    The Global War’s roots ran back to Operation Iraqi Freedom in 2003. When oil and energy prices started to rise, predictions had oil running out by 2030.
    It didn’t.
    Immense stores of fossil fuels were discovered mere feet under the surface of the Moon. As soon as the world found out, the new space race began, and the only thing to worry about was when the Oil Shuttles would arrive. World economy was re-balanced, and few were left without jobs. Enough profit and resources were available for the whole world.
    However, it wasn’t long until people became greedy. After only 3 ½ years of oil drilling on the Moon, Russian President Gobivar demanded nearly half the moon to be turned over to The Red Alliance; composed of Russia, China, Japan, and the rest of Asia to the East of India. When the U.N. denied their demands, The Red Alliance attacked the oilfields on the Moon. Inevitably fighting began on Earth as well.
    The Red Alliance has started a war with the West, and now Space, the Final Frontier, is a warzone.

















    First Contact
    “Sergeant Major Rick Carter, 105th Drop Platoon Sir.” “Good, so everyone’s here. The Russian President just threatened to invade the oil fields around the Moon, and it’s our job to protect them if necessary. Now around the Moon are gravity wells installed to make it feel the same as Earth…” around Colonel Jenkins a hologram showing the gravity wells appeared, and showed lines coming from space to the oil fields. “These lines are where you will be dropping. Stealth ships will come into a low orbit and drop the 101st and 102nd in the inner fields. The 103rd will be dropped into nearby cities to defend them from a possible attack. The 104th will drop onto the border to defend the most important oil fields. 105th, you will drop behind the Reds, and disable their artillery and rear guard. The Europeans will guard their fields, so no one can be flanked. You can identify the Reds by their bright-red combat armor. You will choose your own weapons on the ship. Any questions? Good. Be here by 0700 tomorrow.”
    The next day Rick and the other Drop Platoons were brought to the ships’ barracks, and prepared for launch. After about an hour, they were free to move about. The ship they were on was the UNS Spirit. The ships artificial gravity allowed for normal living, along with a gym and utilities. After 4 days, Rick and the rest of the Drop Platoons got ready for their insertion. Drop Platoons used pods to drop from orbit, and would use a large parachute and reverse thrust to soften their landing. As the 101st through 103rd dropped into their designated DZ’s, the 104th and 105th picked out their weapons. Rick went down the line of remaining weapons, examining his choices. The main weapons were A5C’s, with a range of 800 meters and a .40 Cal round, XM20’s, with a range of 750 meters and a .45 Cal round, L11 Sniper Rifles, with a range of 2750 meters and a .60 Cal round, and a Scorpion, a breech-loading, shoulder-fired rocket launcher, designed with smaller, more precise rounds and larger explosions. The pistols were Cobra .55’s, Gragger .50’s with automatic fire, and the USP .50. Rick chose an XM20 and an L11.
    Then he and his platoon began to don their HAPEMPS’s, or Highly Advanced Performance Enhancing Multi-Purpose Suit’s. These suits included a Heads-Up-Display, info on self and team status, self-molding suit fibers to stop bleeding, nearly impenetrable yet light armor, and strength, mind, sight, and over-all performance enhancements. Several minutes later, the 104th dropped into the southern borderline.
    An hour passed. Over the intercom, Colonel Jenkins blared, “The Reds just attacked the 103rd in the major city of Merrich. There’s over 5 million civilians being evaced, and it’s up to you to distract the Reds. You will drop behind them and infiltrate their Portable Stations. The Stations are enormous artillery pieces that hold enemy armor along with over 100 infantry. Inside these stations are power cores the size of a small house. This is how you can destroy them; however, the first station is to be commandeered and used against the Reds. In the Drop Pods, double quick!”
    Rick scrambled to the nearest pod, checking his weapons and ammo. As the pods closed, he strapped himself in for the terrifying experience. He watched as a screen in the door counted down “3…2…1…POD_DETACHED” Rick experienced fluctuating G-forces as the pods were shot from the UNS Spirit. When he entered the artificial atmosphere, he punched the side and his reverse thrusters fired, slowing him down gradually as he fell to the Moon. The screen now read, “REVERSE_THRUST_ACTIVATED…Confirmed velocity for safe landing. Releasing parachutes in 15 seconds.” The instant deceleration caused his head to hit the side of the pod, knocking him unconscious.

    When he woke up, he was being dragged up the stairs of a partially broken building by his allies. He looked around, and saw 3 snipers, 2 men armed with scorpions, and 4 with XM20’s and A5C’s. His squad. “Ok, we need to link up our HUD’s…I’m up.” He said as a bluish Heads-Up-Display appeared in his helmet. “Up Sir” replied his squad. “The Snipers will take up position on this catwalk...” he said as a display of the Portable Stations interior lit up on the ground. “And provide cover for the Scorpions to take out the armor, but leave 2 tanks to help attack the others. Johnson, Cody, and I will go through the ventilation shafts next to the point of entry. Sattler and Silvers, you support the Scorpions in the hanger bay. Got it? Let’s move out, quiet as you can.”
    They exited the building, making their way towards the station. Out of nowhere, a bullet whizzed past Rick’s ear. He looked around to find a sniper crouched in a tree. He marked the sniper in his HUD and whispered in the mic “Top him.” A shot rang out, and the enemy sniper fell from the tree. They made it to the station, and carefully burned a hole in the back. They entered to find themselves in the vents already. Rick pulled up a map, and directed the other team to the hanger bay. Rick and his team crouched through the vents, all the way to the cockpit. “I’ll take far left, Cody, you take the pilot, and Johnson, get him on the right. Ready? Breach.” He lifted open the cover and slit his mans throat. He carefully let him to the ground as his team took out the other 2.
    He told Johnson to take the wheel, and Cody to operate the main gun. “This is Alpha to Epsilon, do you read?” he said in the mic “We read you Alpha, we’re mopping up the last contact…” the sound of a sniper went off “and the armor is neutralized. Approaching cockpit now, have you reached it yet?” “Yeah, we’re piloting it. I’m coming down to help with the hallways.” Rick opened the door, and looked around for Epsilon team’s tags. He began to head to Epsilon’s position, and met up with them in the armory. He looked around, seeing the dead, charred bodies of 20 Reds, and shrapnel littering the large room. “Cody, get to the hanger bay, Johnson, Sattler and a sniper get in the cockpit now.
    When they met in the hanger bay, Rick, Cody, and 1 Scorpion got into a Medusa Tank, while the others entered a Leopard. They went past the first few stations as they exploded into flames from Johnson’s gun. They rolled right into the hanger bay of one and unleashed the cannons and scorpions everywhere.
    Rick and Cody advanced to the hanger bays door while the tanks protected from attack. Going down the hall, Rick shot down security cameras, and hid behind a crate as guards came his way. As they passed, he shot both in the head, and hid them in the crate. They silently tiptoed through the hall, executing swat-turns to avoid doorways. Finally they reached the power core, and they marked it on their maps to find it easily on other stations.
    Rick watched the door as Cody planted an energy bomb on the core. The energy bomb would explode with enough force to tear apart the station in seconds, and vaporize it completely. He set it to detonate on command, and fled down the hall, racing to the tanks. As soon as the tanks cleared the ramp, Rick pushed the detonator. The tanks surged forward violently as the energy bomb imploded the station in an enormous blue blast. Rick pulled up the map and just blew holes near the power cores, destroying the stations quickly and easily.
    However, Colonel Jenkins radioed in; the Red army was turning back, and heading right for them. But the 102nd was racing to help them. Rick set a rally point on the commandeered station, and ordered the platoon there ASAP.




    Surrounded
    “Johnson, can you hear me?” “I read you sir” “Check to make sure that the Station is ready to move” “Roger that Sergeant Major, performing system check now….. …Uh, Sergeant Major? We are screwed. The Red’s broke the left track on the way out. I can only move it in circles.” For surprisingly the first time in his career, Rick got a feeling of hopelessness. He knew that the 102nd was coming as fast as they could, but it wouldn’t be fast enough. Then, as quick as it came, he regained his confidence and began to formulate a plan.
    When everyone was there, he placed all the snipers out on a high up plateau right next to the station. All of his infantry were placed in strategic choke points in the halls, except for 4 assigned to guard the snipers. The men armed with scorpions were positioned on the balcony in front of the bridge. Luckily, there were several 75 cal. turrets scattered around the hangar and the outside that the Reds neglected to use.
    Rick and 3 men armed with XM20’s were waiting in a large crate with a turret in it, with Pfc. Cody manning it. He looked around, his HUD displaying the names of this squad. Pfc. Cody, Cpl. Sattler, and MSgt. Silvers. He heard a low rumble, and figured that the Reds’ Puma jeeps must already be there. He was wrong; it was the sound of the main gun unleashing fire down onto the incoming Puma’s. What a sight it must be to watch those things explode and cause total chaos with each other he thought. But after several minutes, the explosions were farther away, and deeper. “The Pumas must be too close to fire at” he said, as tanks were obliterated by the huge cannon that Johnson was operating. Now the 75 Cal’s were firing at the Puma’s, tearing up the armor and sending several of them into the air, engines exploding and tires flying everywhere. Finally, a group of 4 Puma’s, each with 4 Red’s inside them, pulled up in the hanger. They began to scan with the turrets, sweeping back and forth. They must have thought it was clear, because Rick heard the engines cut out, and the sound of the doors slamming and men dismounting. “Wait Cody; wait for them to bunch up.” He activated his thermal, and watched as they began to huddle around their CO in front of one of the Puma’s.
    “Ready Cody? Fire.” Rick kicked open the front of the crate, while Cody simultaneously began to fire into the group of red armor. The blood was indistinguishable from the dark armor that the Red’s donned. They spread out, making sure there were no other Red’s hiding among the Puma’s.
    They found a very scared Russian Machine-Gunner hiding under a turret. Rick grabbed him, and noticed he was wearing a HelmetCam. He pulled the Russian soldier high into the air, stared right at the HelmetCam, and grinned. “This is what you’re messin’ with.” He said coolly, his deep voice clearly impacting the Russian. In one swift movement, he lifted the Russian a little higher, smashed him through the floor, and smashed his head in with his fist.
    Blood shot up in the air as the bones were splattered in his skull. Rick and his squad got on the Puma’s 50. Cal turrets and waited for the next to come. They switched to self-loading rockets on the turrets and unleashed fire into the sea of red vehicles heading towards them.
    Immediately they received results, as the Red armor heading toward them now was forced to take evasive maneuvers from the exploding vehicles around them. Columns of fire erupted into the “sky” of the moon, if you could call it that.
    Scientist had, many years ago, developed a technology that could multiply most elements; and thus created an Earth-like atmosphere on the moon. Now, Rick knew it was a good thing they did; because night was approaching, and if the atmosphere wasn’t there then they all would’ve frozen.
    Rick re-focused his sights on an unusually large tank and fired 3 rockets at it. The first missed, and slammed into a Puma several feet from the tank. The second rocket skimmed the top of the tank, flipped over, and then hit the back of the tank; shooting it forward. The last rocket flew straight into the barrel as a shot was being fired, and the tank was destroyed by the combined power of a missile and its own 150 Cal. HEAT round (High Explosive Anti-Tank). Suddenly, the main body of the Red armor was splitting off and going into absolute chaos. The large tank must have been an important officer, Rick thought. They ceased firing rockets, and instead switched back to 50 Cal. machine guns. They easily mopped up the remaining Pumas. Johnson announced over the Station COM that the Reds were retreating back to their territory.

    By some strange miracle, only 5 of Rick’s 55 men had died. He now had 10 anti-armor specialists, 10 snipers, 5 CQB (Close-Quarters Battle) specialists, and 25 infantrymen. He knew their lives had been saved by the HAPEMPS’s, and that he was responsible for leading them to victory. But he was modest, and gave all the credit to others rather than to himself. Rick personally congratulated each and every one of his men. He knew they’d need the morale soon.



    Washington
    After waiting in the captured station for a while, Rick rounded up his marines and brought them to the cliff the snipers had taken position on. There they signaled for evac, and waited for HGST’s (Heavy Ground-Space Transports).
    When they were picked up, they were brought to the UNS Washington, the largest capital ship ever seen, space or sea. It was equipped with 500 50 Cal. turrets, 10 KAOS Nuclear warheads, 20 nuclear mines, 50 seismic mines, 300 GLADIUS missile launchers, a detachment of 10,000 marines, over 600 fighters, and 300 HGST’s. The KAOS warheads and nuclear mines had a payload of 500 megatons, 25,000 times the payload of the bomb dropped on Nagasaki during World War 2. A single seismic mine had enough punch to destroy a cruiser or destroyer. The GLADIUS missile launchers had 20 self-loading guided missiles, and could each be targeted to a different fighter or ship. They could also be dumb-fired for a broadside if the vice admiral was willing. The HGST’s were more like gunships than transports. They were equipped with 1 GLADIUS missile launcher, 10 missiles on each side of the ship, 2 nose-mounted 75 Cal. cannons, 2 side-mounted 50 Cal. turrets, one on each side for riders to use, and, if captured, could detonate with the force of about ¼ of a seismic mine. From the inside of an enemy ship though, it would be sufficient to rock it to pieces if the initial explosion failed to destroy it.
    Colonel Jenkins awaited them in the hangar, and brought them to the armory to drop off their weapons. As he explained to them the specifications and size of the Washington, they were amazed by the enormity of it all. And this was only one ship in the fleet. They were eventually led to the barracks, and got some well deserved sleep.
    Rick woke up 12 hours later to the sound of sirens going off. He washed up and quickly reported to the armory. All of the marines attached to the ship, along with those, like him, that were resting, were there. Vice Admiral Grant stood, waiting for everyone to arrive.
    “Good. Now everyone’s here. Cut the lights.” The lights instantly went out. “We have detected Red Alliance battleships and carriers heading our way.” In front of him a moving picture of the Washington and its surrounding space appeared. 35 ships: 20 battleships and 15 carriers slowly drifted toward it.
    “We have reinforcements on the way, but it will take several hours for them to reach us. This is why you all are here. I need all of you to do your part in defending this ship. I cannot and will not lose the prize ship of the UN. Be ready to either defend or board enemy ships. Your CO’s will order you from here. Dismissed.” There was certain coolness in his voice, as though he had been expecting the attack.
    Colonel Jenkins rounded up the 101st-5th, and told them all to get ready for boarding action. They were preparing to ride HGST’s to the carrier in the back, a high-priority target; it carried 2 fighter-mounted KAOS warheads it captured from FT. Newlight, protecting Merrich. It also carried the majority of that fleets fighters, which amounted to nearly 950.
    Luckily, the target had little else to defend with, and the only worry would be the scores of fighters flying out of the main hangars. 10 Sphinx fighters would escort them to the carrier, the Cossack.
    They donned their HAPEMPS’s and picked up their weapons. But instead of an L11, Rick picked up his XM20 and a Scorpion rocket launcher. Their goal was to cause as much destruction and chaos as possible, and he intended to do just that, and maybe more. He felt powerful in his suit, like he could take on practically any enemy, and win. He probably could.
    “Hey Carter! Get over here!” Jenkins yelled, and Rick sprinted over. Jenkins had a camera in his hand. “Do you know anything about this?” he asked, as the video of his brutal smashing of the Russian played on the camera. Rick stood up taller. “Yes, I do. He was about to shoot sir, I had to do somethi…” “No! We are supposed to be the good guys. If a video like this gets out in public, what do you think will happen? People will start to notice that you are too brutal.” “Sir, I’m doing my job. I happen to be good at it.” “I know,” he stepped closer and brought his voice to a whisper, “listen, I encourage this, but you gotta be more careful about this stuff. Don’t do that when you know they have cameras. Just be more careful with this stuff, ok?” “Crystal clear Sir” Rick said, as he snapped off a salute to his Colonel, a slight smile on his face. He could continue what he liked best.
    20 minutes later, they were all geared up and in the hangar bay. The boarding parties were getting ready to take off, and the whole place was buzzing to do everything quickly.

    A message popped up on his HUD. His squad was to be landed on top of the carrier, and drill their way through the ceiling. That would probably neutralize most of the crew on the top floor, without firing a shot. “Ok marines, let’s go! Alpha Squad, on me!” he bellowed, and his squad followed him to the HGST assigned to them. His squad still consisted of Pfc. Cody, Cpl. Sattler, and MSgt. Silvers. He was glad to have another man on his rank level with him, as well as 2 fierce fighters like Cody and Sattler.
    They scrambled into the HGST, and the doors slid shut, locking as they did. “You all ready back there? Too late, we’re already off!” yelled the hardy pilot, LtJg. Jefferson. He was an older man, but had the physique to match his voice. He sounded like one of the hardy pioneers of the mid-western United States. His team sat, but Rick remained standing, 1 hand casually grabbing the overhead rail for support.
    After several minutes of nothing but the engine rumbling and Jefferson chattering on the radio, he finally announced “enemy contact, 11 o’clock. I don’t think they see us. Just in case, I’m gonna slow down the engines and get ready to make a quick jump if we need to get away.” “Roger that Jim.” “That’s Jefferson to you.” “Got it Jim. Ok guys, we’ll be in deep unless we do this perfect. The main objective is to take the control station and open all hangar doors and airlocks. Once confirmed that no friendly POW’s are inside the hangar, we will plant a bomb on the KAOS warheads and get out ASAP. After a successful ex-fil, I’ll detonate the bomb and destroy the carrier along with the ships around it. Got it?”

    Jefferson called back “Hey, we’re runnin’ into some trouble boys, see if you can’t get those turrets workin’. Oh, touch-down in 5.” Rick and Silvers manned the turrets, made to work in space as well, due to a small bubble it was contained in. They began firing at the fighters that attacked them, making sure not to hit their escorts. “Ok Alpha squad, pile out!” he yelled when they landed. They watched Jefferson fly the HGST to a safe distance, and deactivated it. He was now practically invisible. Rick made a quick nod, and Sattler began slicing a hole through the top of the carrier. They were careful not to slide on the round top.
    As they kicked the hole down, they heard the distinct sound of all the air in the top floor flying out. Within seconds it was gone. Luckily, their HAPEMPS’s allowed them to breathe in space for more than 6 hours, more than long enough to get in, complete a mission, and get out.
    Rick went first, XM20 leveled. He swept the hallway. No hostiles. He signaled the others to come down. They drifted through the ghostly hallways, with still choking bodies floating there. After they confirmed all hostiles neutralized on the top floor, they found a control panel and locked down the hallway they came in through. They heard the thump of bodies falling to the floor as gravity was restored to the level. Now Alpha was free to advance deeper into the carrier.
    Rick looked around, and noticed a large air duct right above them. He made a signal for “look up”, a thumb jabbing upwards, and his team began drifting towards it. As they entered the duct, they sealed the entrance.
    After several minutes of crawling through the cramped duct, they found the Hangar bay. “Sir, what are we doing first? Arming the KAOS warheads, or opening the doors?” asked Cody. “It’ll be easier if we can kill the lights. We’re goin’ to the Control Station. Let’s keep moving.”
    Another few minutes passed by, until Sattler accidentally hit his head, making a large metallic thump in the ceiling. Rick used his thermal vision, and saw 2 Red guards approaching the duct. They checked it, and then talked into their radios. They were calling for someone to check out the duct, so they had to move quickly.
    Rick held up his hand, and his fireteam stopped. He could hear several men crawling in the duct ahead of them, could see their shadows now, and their heads were showing… several silenced shots whistled passed Ricks ear, and the Red’s dropped. Cody had his rifle still aimed at their heads, a little smoke ascending from his suppressor. Rick started crawling again, and picked up the Reds’ carrier map. He found the Control Station immediately, up about 20 meters and to the left a little. He began hastening his crawl, when suddenly the duct under him dropped.
    Rick stood up, dazed from the drop. He looked around, about 10 Red rookies looking at him with astonishment. No one moved for nearly 4 seconds. Rick sprang on the nearest Red, breaking his neck, then shot 4 others in the head. As the first few shots rang out, flying towards him, his squad began firing into the other 5 reds. It was over in seconds.
    “Ok, we need to hide these bodies, and hurry to the Control Station before they realize we’re here.
    Let’s move it.” He said, picking up 3 Reds and hauling them into the nearest airlock, and firing them out into space. They started making their way to the Control Station, but there was nearly no opposition. The majority of the personnel were in fighters or transports. Only a handful of crewmen were left on the carrier. A grave mistake.
    They finally reached their immediate objective, the Control Station. They simply needed to breach, kill everyone in it, and open the doors and airlocks. That would suck everyone else out, and provide a clear opening to destroy the carrier and several battleships. “Silvers, get a charge on that door. Cody, Sattler, breach position number 3.” He commanded, as he went prone, ready to fire into the Control Station.
    The charge was set, and Silvers sidestepped, ready to lob a grenade. The door exploded inward, bullets with it. Silvers threw his grenade, and several men flew into the air as it detonated. Rick ceased fire, and sprinted into the room. No one was left alive; all who were still breathing were shot or smashed. Rick approached the computers and typed several lines of code, waiting for it to accept. Finally it did. All the airlocks and hangar doors opened, shooting out or suffocating all the Reds. He started to walk away, until a face appeared on the screen, the face of Russian President Gobivar.
    Gobivar began talking, telling Rick how futile it was to resist the Red alliance’s advances on the West. Rick knew that many Red soldiers were very hardy men, easily better than most new grunts. But that was what he and the Drop Platoons were for, to even the odds. After listening to Gobivar’s ranting, he listened more closely as it got interesting. “The KAOS warheads you were sent to destroy? Oh yes, I know. Your mission will be done for you; you will be destroyed, along with this carrier, when I detonate the warheads. I hope you are ready to die, comrade.” “We have to get out of here, now. Double time to the hangar, I’m contacting Jefferson now.”
    “Jefferson, do you read me? Meet us at the hangar, ASAP! Gobivar’s going to detonate the warheads with us inside the carrier. Hurry for ex-fil!” “Roger that, Evac in 3… Ah! I’m hit, I’m not gonna make it; you’ll have to grab a ride yourself! I’m goin’ down! Aaaaah!!” the COM link dropped to static. Jefferson was gone, and they had to find a transport themselves.
    They came into the hangar, still sprinting, to find several Medusa tanks aiming right at them. They fired almost simultaneously, mostly missing. 1 round impacted behind them, and shot them forward 10 feet. Rick got up, and without thinking, sprinted at the nearest tank, drawing attention away for his squad. When he jumped on it, he opened the hatch, dropped down, and made the driver tell his comrades not to shoot, or else he would detonate the KAOS missiles. The tanks ceased firing, and Alpha squad moved to a transport. They boarded it, brandishing a bomb and the controls, and slowly took off. Silvers flared the engines and took off before the tanks could fire.
    Rick had kept a COM link open with the computer from the Control Station. It had been counting down since the message stopped. Just as they hit the mark for half the safe distance from the KAOS warheads, they all heard and watched it explode.

    A star flared inside the Cossack, expanding until it hit the ring of surrounding ships. Luckily, Alpha squad’s HGST was behind an enemy carrier as the blast shot past it. Explosions and debris now filled the space where 10 carriers and 7 battleships had just been. He was overly glad to have been behind this carrier. They began to move off, watching as all the fighters and HGST’s returned to the Washington. KAOS warheads and mines were fired right at the enemy ships, enveloping them with the largest single explosion in the history of man.
    They turned the thrusters to full, and rocketed toward the capital ship that had just fended off 35 enemy ships, and had barely taken a scratch. The Vice Admiral himself stood there, waiting for Rick and his squad to arrive. When they got off the HGST, he saluted and shook each ones hand. “Congratulations for your last mission, which was spectacular. 17 enemy ships you destroyed. I’m impressed, MSgt. Carter.” “Thank you sir, I’m just doin’ my job. Uh, Vice Admiral, can I please have a word with you? In private?” “Why sure son, I don’t see why not.”
    Rick and Vice Admiral Grant walked to his personal office, and sat down. The doors shut with a hiss. “Well son, go ahead.” “Sir, when we arrived in the Control Station, a computer with Gobivar’s face on it started. He was ranting for a while, but then, he said he knew what we were there to do. He knew, knew that we weren’t there to steal back the warheads, or to simply take the carrier. I’m concerned we might have a spy in our midst, high up.” Grants face suddenly became more serious “I’ll look into it, I assure you. If I find anyone who I suspect, I’ll have ‘em rounded up.” “Thank you sir” Rick replied, standing up and giving a salute. He walked out and took off his HAPEMPS at the armory.











    Capitol Punishment
    The Washington dipped into a high planetary orbit above Virginia. Rick and the 105th Drop Platoon stood in the briefing room, while Colonel Jenkins explained the battle plan.
    “Gentlemen, you are about to become part of Operation Capitol Punishment.” The words he had just uttered appeared behind him on the view screen. “Now this operation is extremely important to the survival of the United States. The Reds are about to launch an assault on Washington D.C., but we’re not sure how they plan to get there. We do know they have sent a considerable amount of troops into low-orbit, and have readied helicopters, HALO jumpers, and submarines. You will jump directly from the ship into D.C. Now, it is risky, but it should go off without a hitch if we can calculate it right. Your individual orders will be transmitted via your HUD. Get ready for a hell of a fight marines!” he said, the marines of the Drop Platoon scattering to grab weapons.
    Rick and his squad moved to the armory together, and picked up their usual weapons, only now, Rick switched his Scorpion for an L11 Sniper Rifle. He knew that in such a large, urban environment, it would be more than useful.
    HAPEMPS fully functional, the 105th got to the Drop Pod Station, on the other side of the ship.
    Once there, they all routinely checked their weapons and ammo, climbed into the pods, and braced themselves. All the pods’ lights turned green, signifying that they were in good condition and ready. Colonel Jenkins punched the button, and the Drop Pods released, about to shoot to earth.
    The familiar blue screen appeared in front of him. “3…2…1…POD_DETACHED”. He shot down, hitting the atmosphere in seconds. He felt the metal heating up, and detached the first layer of heavy metal. Rick stayed conscious, hearing the parachute pop out, the reverse thrusters flare; it was actually a little scary. He felt his pod hit the ground with a sound of metal being ripped. He checked to ensure he was fine and he hadn’t hit anything. The check said that his vitals were normal and he had hit 100 feet directly in front of the Capitol Building.
    Rick hit the button that was supposed to slide his door off. Nothing happened. He hit the button a second time, it sparked, and the power went out in the pod. Then he scooted back as far as he could, brought both his legs back, and kicked the door as hard as he could, sending it flying 7 feet across the lawn.
    He jumped out, and saw that he had landed in a perfect line with half the men in his platoon. The other half were straight across from them in a line. That was an odd occurrence for Rick, but the targeting computers had plotted courses for the pods to land like this, likely to impress the locals and government officials.
    Rick had just looked around and noticed the many thousands of people evacuating the city. Looking up, he saw a few hundred other pods drop, in nice, even lines like his. He and Alpha squad were supposed to be escorting the President, Vice President, and Speaker of the House to an underground safe house, the entrance to which was across the city. “Ok guys, let’s start moving. The President is going to be with his own security detail in the White House, and will come out of hiding with the code ‘black ice litters the lawn’.” “Black ice litters the lawn? What the hell kind of code is that?” said Cody, a little irritation in his voice. “The one we are using, so let’s just move already and forget about the logic in it.”
    They entered the Capitol building, and began evacuating the House of Representatives. Delta squad was evacuating the senate, and Epsilon would meet up with them at the White House.
    Rick found speaker of the house David West, and began talking to him “Sir, we are to evacuate you along with President Gregg Kiley and Vice-President Lauren Johnson. Epsilon squad will rendezvous with us at the White House. Do you have any questions sir?” he remained silent “then we better get going.” Rick told him. They quickly exited from the Capitol and boarded the 2 black SUV’s waiting for them.
    10 minutes passed; due to the road blocks they still had another twenty until they reached the White House. “Screw this, I’m walking!” called Sattler, opening the door. Silvers and Cody followed him. “Hey! We gotta…sorry sir, looks like we’re walking.” He piled out with West, XM20 ready to fire.
    They sprinted across the lawn, into the garden, and up to the door of the White House. Rick pulled and pushed it, but it wouldn’t budge. They ran back to the garden, found a window, and jumped through, shattering the glass. Rick found an intercom and yelled out “Black Ice litters the lawn”. Upon hearing that, Epsilon, along with the President and his personal security, jumped out from behind desks, walls, tables; any cover they could find. “All right guys, let’s move out. We gotta get to the safe house quickly, or we’ll be drowning in an ocean of red. Wait, where’s Mrs. Johnson?” he asked, looking baffled. “She left earlier, on a helicopter.” The President told him. “She’s waiting for us to arrive at the safe house.” “Then let’s hurry. Don’t wanna keep the lady waiting, now do we?”
    They all ran across the street, Kiley and West inside their circle of guards. Walking down the street, they heard gunfire in the distance, and watched buildings fall as Portable Stations fired massive artillery rounds into them. Helicopters and jets fired missiles and dropped bombs down on D.C., destroying everything they could.
    As they passed a skyscraper, they watched an enemy Mammoth gunship fly in, 4 50 Cal. Gatling guns blazing. Cody got on a knee, aimed, and fired his Scorpion right at one of the missiles mounted under the Mammoth. It skyrocketed, as the force of an energy missile, with enough power to destroy an entire building, exploded under its wing. Rick and the others dropped to the ground, barely missing the blast. The Mammoth spun continually, until it hit one of the stations, accidentally fired its other energy missile, and took out another station. Cody had just killed nearly 1,000 men, and didn’t give it a second thought.
    “Sir, 3 squads moving our way! Hostiles!” yelled Sattler, scurrying to cover behind a wrecked school bus. Silvers pulled out his Light Machine Gun, the MG-120, went prone, and began firing into the Reds. Rick told the president to enter the large office building to the right, and Epsilon squad stayed to help. Rick and Cody took cover in the alleys on either side of the street, gave each other nods, and simultaneously lobbed G2-HETL (High Explosive Tungsten Loaded) grenades inches above the Reds. They watched them explode, sending nearly a squad and a half to the ground. Rick nodded to the Epsilon team leader, and Rick, Cody, and Epsilon all charged towards the enemy, mowing them down.
    Once the 3 squads were down, Rick led both teams into the building the President had entered. They all met up in the lobby. “Ok, the streets are gonna start to get real hot now. Let’s stick to the rooftops. Silvers and I will take point, Epsilon, you surround the president. Sattler and Cody, watch our backs, and Kiley and West’s bodyguards, you stay in the inner circle around them. Let’s do this.”
    They had to take several elevators up to the roof, and started walking. Luckily, the rooftops all along the block were completely even, allowing them to traverse them with ease. Suddenly, a bullet struck the ground next to Kiley’s foot. Rick instantly grabbed his L11 and zoomed in. he found the sniper, Indian by the looks of it, standing in one of the windows of the Washington Memorial. He fired, and watched him fall out the window, into the water.
    For several minutes, it was silent, save the artillery and gunshots going off on the other side of the city. They came to the end of the block, and were forced to descend the building they were on. Leaving out the back door, they found 2 Mammoth gunships landed in the street. Seizing the opportunity, Rick whispered to the rest of his squad, along with Epsilon, “I just found us a couple of rides boys. Let’s go get ‘em.” He told Kiley and West to wait, and Rick silently sprinted to the Mammoth. He climbed in, and shot both the pilots, right through the head. He watched as Epsilon did the same. “Cody, Sattler, I know you can pilot, so I need you up here. Epsilon, you take that one,” he pointed to the other gunship, “Mr. President, you’re with us, Mr. West, go with Epsilon! Let’s hurry up.” In a few minutes, everybody was loaded onto the Mammoths, and they took off.
    They found a good place to set down, only a minute away from the safe house. They put down, unloaded, and set the gunships to attack several targets, mostly the Stations and enemy armor. Once they exited and came to the entrance, an old tree with a single hole, Cody turned the Mammoths back on and let them attack the Red’s on auto. Kiley knocked several times on the tree, and then it opened up. They all filed into the safe house, going down a stairway leading to it. Rick had finally saved the president.
    When they reached the bottom, they found an expansive ops center, guarding several luxury rooms for V.I.P’s like the president. Rick radioed in to Colonel Jenkins, asking what to do now. Jenkins reply was to get back to the surface, and to start repelling the Red invaders. With a quick salute, Alpha and Epsilon left the safe house, ready to rendezvous with Beta and Delta in a few minutes.
    Rick led both his teams to some abandoned cars on the street. He began looking skyward for any yellow smoke, where Beta and Delta were. After several minutes, there was no sign of it. Rick was about to radio in to them when an explosion went off right to their side. The building next to them toppled, smashing parts of the two cars as debris fell. Up ahead, they saw an ensuing firefight between several teams, and saw the back of one of the men. It had a large triangle on it, Delta. “We gotta help them, lean out the windows and pour fire into the Reds!” he yelled, driving to give cover to Delta team. Once all the Reds were dead, he approached the Delta leader. “Hey, where’s Beta team?” “Sir,” the man said, out of breath, “We were ambushed a while back, tanks, and pumas everywhere. We just all started running, Beta went off toward the artillery for some cover, but never made it. They were captured. We think they’re being held in the command station, just up the street. We were just heading over there.” “Well, let’s do this then. Alpha! Epsilon! On me! We gotta go save Beta. Let’s move out.”
    The 3 teams moved together, coming to a fork in the road. “Which way do we go?” Rick pulled out his L11. He zoomed in and located the bluish rounds being fired by the portable stations. “It’s that way.” Moving toward the stations, they came upon 5 squads of Red infantry, plus 2 Leopard tanks. Rick set up Epsilon and Delta on the buildings on either side of the road. He, Silvers, Cody, and Sattler were staying in the alley to the side of where the tanks would pass. Rick could feel the sweat dripping from his forehead, waiting for the moment he jumped out and launched grenades under the Leopards. After the Reds passed, he looked at Cody and punched toward the tanks. Cody crawled out so he could see the tanks, and fired his Scorpion. Almost simultaneously, Rick and Silvers launched grenades perfectly under the remaining tank, making a hole first, then destroying it from the inside. As the Red squads turned to attack, Delta and Epsilon began firing into the Reds, giving them no place to hide.
    After they destroyed the Reds, they pressed on, ready to rescue Beta.




    Rick led the 3 squads through the streets, making a beeline for the stations. Jenkins radioed in, “SgtMaj Carter! Do you read me?” “Yes sir, we read you loud and clear.” “Why are you heading for the stations? I ordered you to defend from the patrols, not to assault their artillery!” “Sir, Beta squad has been captured, and we are en route to recover them. After recovering Beta squad, we will commandeer the station and turn it against the Red’s.” “Uh, green light for the recovery of Beta team. I’ll contact command and inform them of it so you may be coordinated with other units afterwards. Jenkins out.” “Ok men, let’s do this!” Rick yelled as he led 3 squads up to the back of the target station.
    They began slicing through the back of the station, only to find it nearly impenetrable. The Red’s had obviously learned from their mistakes. “Ropes up!” Rick yelled, firing his own grapple-cord up to the top of the station and running up the back. Once all 3 squads were up-top, Epsilon cleared the cockpit, and disabled the security systems. After a minute, they had Beta squad’s position. All the way at the bottom of the station, and in the back. Exactly where they tried to get through.

    “Ok, Alpha and Epsilon will go recover Beta squad, Delta, stay here and keep control of the station.” “Wait,” the Delta squad leader said, “We failed to protect them, let us go rescue them as well. Please.” “Fine, Epsilon will keep control of the station, Delta and us will save Beta. Let’s move.”
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    I only read the premise, which was stupid. Sorry.

    Anyway, this should be in the Works Critique forum

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    I read until "Oil drilling at moon"

    Sorry.

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    How could there be fossil fuels in the moon?

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    maybe take the moon switched with mars and have it be 2100 and keep the sci fi to a minimum, think killzone 2 maybe?
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    If you read a bit further guys, you'll find that this story isn't half-bad!
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    Go do english literature. This is 1st prep level.
    very sucky.


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    Thread moved to Work Critiques.
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    yah guys really, i admit the prologue is a little out thier, but the rest is good. maybe take the effort to read a chapter.
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    Well you have a few flaws that make your story rather boring and uninteresting: lack of a proper exposition (who the hell are the characters and what do they want?), fast and confusing pacing (haven't read all of it but I didn't really understand anything in the first two chapters, maybe the formatting and me being tired have something to do with this ) and lack of style. Where are the similes, epithets, metaphors and the like?

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    what do you mean? i'm not going for a freaking romance novel, it's a fictional war story. ask anyone whos ever been in a war to describe it with metaphors, similes, and epithets and see what you get.
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    It's an average story, I've seen x9001 worse () - but this isn't exactly a work of genius either The oil on the moon is particularly disturbing to my mind.

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    its just a plot element, u guys cant see that? if i put the oil on earth then someone would say "well why didnt they find it earlier?", and i also wouldn't have as much to work with. by expanding to the moon, i now can do more with the story.

    P.S:not giving out any details, but expect to see aliens sometime in the future of the story
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    I stopped reading until I found out it was russia verses the world.
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    so...you stopped reading when u found out russia vs world, or you started when russia vs world? it's not just russia, its all of asia
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    Quote Originally Posted by John-117 View Post
    what do you mean? i'm not going for a freaking romance novel, it's a fictional war story. ask anyone whos ever been in a war to describe it with metaphors, similes, and epithets and see what you get.
    You're writing a story. You want to make it interesting for the reader. You absolutely do need them. Currently, your text is plain and boring. Sorry. Spice it up.

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    give me an example. take a few sentences or something and "spice it up"

    So, if it shouldnt be on the moon, then what planet should they be on?
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    Quote Originally Posted by John-117 View Post
    so...you stopped reading when u found out russia vs world, or you started when russia vs world? it's not just russia, its all of asia
    Yes I stopped reading because the idea russia and its allies going to war with the USA etc its been used too many times, a cliche.

    Edit: Note not all of Russia is in Asia half of it (I think it's half) is in Europe. Seriously you could have though about something different then the east v west. how about a cult or organisation that wants to destroy the world using the oil on the moon to fuel it.

    And Japan? wouldn't they be allies with the US?

    Mars?
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    you think i should use mars? its just too far away i think. i used the moon because its relatively close.several years to get to mars...or a few days to get to the moon?

    i know russia isnt only in asia, but it is one of the main powerhouses in asia. japan would've been forced to join or die. they really wouldn't be in a position to fight any war. they would provide technological advances.
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    oil drilling on the moon?! A prequesite for oil is plant life.

    A better possibility would be Helium3 which is considered necessary for successful fusion reactors and is more abundant on the moon than on Earth (I'm also no expert).

    Aside of that as has been mentioned the political constellation seems unlikely, esspecially Russia calling the shots in an alliance with two other countries with bigger economies and in case of population.
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