1944, A
landmark in the history of humans. Two events occurred that would shape
the future of mankind. First, scientists discovered the chemical
nature of genes, which would later give birth to the field of genetic
engineering. Then the President of the United States soon allowed the funding
of Biomedical & Scientific research to continue.
It's now the year 2021. The Human Genome
Project has blossomed into a branch of science all its own. Ranging from super
soldiers to Frankenstein babies. Not even
two years after the fourth World War, another threat now rears its head. Once
again the super powers of Russia and the United States fight for supremacy,
while their allies duke it out to remain on the giants' good sides.
Things are different
this time around. Development in Biomedical research has allowed today's
militaries to create soldiers who are faster and stronger. Thanks to a
process called neural re-socialization, which wipes out a felon's mind and
rebuilds it to be a machine of the military, soldiers are more vicious and
bloodthirsty than ever.
"At
22:00, the Russians launched an offensive against our western border and have
since set up forward command posts at Sacramento and Seattle."
General
Jack S Matheson…You don't get more war hardened than this walking fossil.
He's been enlisted in the marines since age fifteen and was picked up by black
ops at twenty four. Not the best drinking buddy, but definitely the man you
want to have watching your back in the trenches.
"At 08:00
hours you grunts will be shipped to the Nevada desert where we are currently
holding our own against the Reds. I don't need to tell you how important
this mission will be. You will be…"
A nearby explosion brings me
crashing back to reality.
"Come
on John get your head out of your ass before you lose it! We got a god damned
war to fight here!"
That's
Ramirez for ya; Blunt and vulgar as ever, but he's got a point. We got a
war to win; No time for daydreaming. I grab my Mark II Spiker…You sometimes
forget just how powerful a two and a half inch spike traveling a few thousand
meters a second can be until you see the enemies' head explode some thirty
meters away.
"Damn
it! Remind me 'ta drill the General in the face next time I see 'im!"
"You
say that every time the shit hits the fan!" Unfortunately he was right
this time. We're in over our heads here. Command sent a small group
of marines out to push back enemy forces in the Nevada desert. They
dumped us out here with a handful of grenades, two rocket launchers, and only
enough ammo to keep us fighting for a few hours. What they forgot to mention
was that the enemy was armed with SCUD launchers, G6 Howitzers, and
anti-personnel turrets. Not to mention they've got two Biotanks stationed
at the frontlines.
Back in
the day some genius decided to take human DNA and fuse it with an already
formidable weapon. The end result was something like an armored plated
chicken with fifty millimeter cannons welded on. In a densely covered
forest these things weren't too tough, but in the open flatlands of the Nevada
desert we were sitting ducks.
"Reapers
are the last things we need. These damn things are hard enough to kill
when we HAVE enough gear! How the hell did they expect us to take these
bastards out!?" Ramirez stated while switching his expended clip for a new
one.
"Lieutenant!
Shoot at the underbelly! There's a soft spot in the armor there!" If it
weren't for the fact that we happened to be in the heat of battle I'm sure
everyone would have thought I was crazy.
"Well
you heard the man. Kahn! Fire the launchers at its underside!"
"But
Lieutenant?!"
"That's
an order soldier!” Lieutenant Thompson
is a by the books soldier who bleeds with his men in the thick of it.
He'll just as soon shoot his mother in the leg than leave a man behind. Kahn on
the other hand is a loudmouthed egotistical prick. He doesn't care what
happens to anyone else as long as he lives and gets a promotion for it.
"Locked
on target……Firing!"
The
missile screams toward the biotank and erupts into a brilliant explosion. The
Reaper moans in agony as it stumbles around and eventually collapses.
"HAHA,
Hell Ya!" Ramirez rejoices. "That thing went down like it got kicked
in the nuts!"
"Ya, with a twenty ton boot…" Kahn
adds sarcastically.
Our
victory is cut short by the sound of sirens announcing the launch of SCUD
missiles.
"Well
we're boned."
"Shut it Ramirez. John you seem to be on
a streak...any ideas?"
"Just
one…Start praying."
We headed
to the closest thing to shelter we could find. Not much can protect infantry
from a missile, let alone in the middle of the desert. We all sat in our
hovels waiting for the inevitable.
Only a few seconds left. Looks like this is
it.
Then…all
was silent. Even the tatter of enemy guns had halted. As I look up, I see the
missile stopped dead in the air, just a few feet from our heads. Then for some
reason it raises back up and races towards the second Reaper. As we watch the
following fireworks, every one of us has a look of disbelief.
"Good
work Mai. That should cripple them for a while.
We turn to
locate the origin of the voice, and as the dust settles four figures clad in
black uniforms appear.
"That
was quite a show wasn't it Hans."
"HAHAHA,
Look at the little puny men scream in the pretty lights Fiona!"
"State
your names and ranks." Thompson orders bluntly, still astounded by the
recent show of power. "Who are you and wha…"
"…And
how the hell did you just do that!?" Kahn's interruption gains him a
scornful glance from the lieutenant. The
man who appears to be their leader makes his way towards Thompson.
"Name's Axel, the blue haired woman over
there is Fiona. The ogre is Hans and the twerp over there who just saved your
asses is Mai…And they don't give people like us ranks."
"Mercenaries?"
quizzed Ramirez.
"Research
Subjects. We're Omega Squad, a project developed to surpass the Genome
Soldiers by taking the already extensive genetic engineering done to infantry
and expanding it to new levels."
"…o…kay
so what makes you all so special?" Kahn asked dumbfoundedly.
"Well
you already saw Mai's psychokinetic abilities. Fiona is a skilled assassin.
Handy with a blade as well as a rifle, and Hans…well show them what you can do
Hans."
Hans, the
gigantic wall of a man, proceeds to lift up the remains of a three story
building and heaves it like a hammer-toss at the enemies' already crippled
base.
"Great
so we got Dr. Strange's niece, a ninja and the incredible Hulk…Why do I not feel
any safer?"
"Shut
up Kahn. So tell me Axel what's your special ability then?" Thompson
retorts.
"Personally,
I like to play with matches." Axel snaps his fingers and a ball of
fire erupts in his hand. The swirling sphere of flame radiates a power that
feels much greater than the other three. There must be a reason why he's
the leader after all.
"Well
that's all good and dandy Mr. Human Zippo, but why exactly are you here?"
"To
put it simply Sir, We're here to win this war."