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Red Dawn (Chapter One)
In the year 2345, humanity finally knows peace, it has found a truly renewable energy in the forms of solar and hydroelectricity,
and its colonies spread far and wide. Then in 2346, a virus appeared that destroyed Earth, and now is spreading through the colonies, slowly mutating organic tissue into creatures of nightmare spawned from hell. After two years of combating the infected, the last humans formed a new colony on a Goldilocks planet known as Vega Nine, now dubbed New Earth. With the species now saved from extinction, its time to reclaim what was once lost....
The Star Jumper and its cargo of GA (Galactica Armada) troops sailed silently through the empty void, making its way to Hera, the only planet ever found that was exactly like earth in every way except for one, that all is water was located in massive caves underground, and its source remains a mistory, but it was a good place to start for the recovery of humanity. Inside, GA pilots Nick and Martin were smoking a blunt while listening to AC/DC and stairing off into the void, since truth be told they were really only needed for launching and landing the ship since they always pre-program the rout into the autopilot before take off.
"Man, this Sour Diesel is kicking my ass", Martin said as he passed the joint to Nick. Martin was a big man that closely resembles Grizzly Adams, only with a way bigger build of muscle and many years as a GA fighter pilot before transferring to hauling cargo for them before his retirement when he returned to New Earth, and after surviving the near extinction of his species, he damn well deserved it, and at the age of forty-nine it couldn't come soon enough. Nick was only eighteen and newly enlisted with a thin frame and innocent looking face that always seemed so open and trusting and chocolate colored eyes that melted hearts. Despite his age he was wise and happy with his job and was even good company even when stoned. This was their first time flying together, but Martine actually enjoyed his company not only cause he was just a great guy but also cause they had a lot in common and within minutes of meeting each other, they became instant friends.
"I know right? My guy found some heirloom seeds for it and now grows it by the acre. I help him sell on my off time so he gives some for free. Figure being a Conisúre of fine Marijuana products you could properly oppreciate something like this", Nick replied before taking a phat hit then passing it back with a kind smile.
"And that I do", Martin replied with a hearty laugh before finally killing the joint and passing Nick a cigarette which he took with a curt nod off oppriciation. As the smoke filled the cockpit and they staired into space the stars and galaxies began to spin and swirl with the smoke in a beautiful tapestry of colors and shapes.
As far as they were concerned there was nothing that could ruin this moment of peace and serenity.
In his private quarters, Commander John Howard was going over the plans for the recolonization process for the millionth time, looking for any possible flaws that could result in disaster but still found none. He was a medium sized man with a strong build and stern face whose very apperience commanded your attention and respect. He was a long time veteran for the GA, and having fought against the infected before made him the perfect person to lead the charge with his own hand selected group of troops dubbed The Four Horsemen at the tip of the spear. He picked the very best from the long lost of canidates,
all but four falling short of the high demand of the job, both physically and mentally. The team consists of Josè Bulaváira, a highly energetic Spanish man who specializes in communication and reconnaissance with a history of getting out of tigh spots as quickly as he gets into them. Next was Larrisa Westmor, a English woman with an amazing skill with a rifle and an uncanny ability to get in and out of heavily controlled enemy areas without being seen earning her the name Wraith. Next was Petrov Borasha, a true Russian and demolitions expert second to none, but he also had a quick fuse and even quicker trigger finger so keeping him under control was going to be no easy task. Finally there was Hades who was already his top pick for the position of team leader. Little was known about him other than he was recruited at only twelve since his family was presumed dead and there were no beds available at the orphanages, so by the time he was thirteen he was a trained worrier who only got better. He was a mix between Russian and Mexican, having a tall strong build with tan skin, brown hair he kept neatly combed back and brown eyes that told of an untold past that would remain that way since he rarely spoke. What first caught his attention was that when he found him at only eighteen he was already in charge of a platoon that he kept in line very well, the second being that he had a body count that out does every other soldier in...
and its colonies spread far and wide. Then in 2346, a virus appeared that destroyed Earth, and now is spreading through the colonies, slowly mutating organic tissue into creatures of nightmare spawned from hell. After two years of combating the infected, the last humans formed a new colony on a Goldilocks planet known as Vega Nine, now dubbed New Earth. With the species now saved from extinction, its time to reclaim what was once lost....
The Star Jumper and its cargo of GA (Galactica Armada) troops sailed silently through the empty void, making its way to Hera, the only planet ever found that was exactly like earth in every way except for one, that all is water was located in massive caves underground, and its source remains a mistory, but it was a good place to start for the recovery of humanity. Inside, GA pilots Nick and Martin were smoking a blunt while listening to AC/DC and stairing off into the void, since truth be told they were really only needed for launching and landing the ship since they always pre-program the rout into the autopilot before take off.
"Man, this Sour Diesel is kicking my ass", Martin said as he passed the joint to Nick. Martin was a big man that closely resembles Grizzly Adams, only with a way bigger build of muscle and many years as a GA fighter pilot before transferring to hauling cargo for them before his retirement when he returned to New Earth, and after surviving the near extinction of his species, he damn well deserved it, and at the age of forty-nine it couldn't come soon enough. Nick was only eighteen and newly enlisted with a thin frame and innocent looking face that always seemed so open and trusting and chocolate colored eyes that melted hearts. Despite his age he was wise and happy with his job and was even good company even when stoned. This was their first time flying together, but Martine actually enjoyed his company not only cause he was just a great guy but also cause they had a lot in common and within minutes of meeting each other, they became instant friends.
"I know right? My guy found some heirloom seeds for it and now grows it by the acre. I help him sell on my off time so he gives some for free. Figure being a Conisúre of fine Marijuana products you could properly oppreciate something like this", Nick replied before taking a phat hit then passing it back with a kind smile.
"And that I do", Martin replied with a hearty laugh before finally killing the joint and passing Nick a cigarette which he took with a curt nod off oppriciation. As the smoke filled the cockpit and they staired into space the stars and galaxies began to spin and swirl with the smoke in a beautiful tapestry of colors and shapes.
As far as they were concerned there was nothing that could ruin this moment of peace and serenity.
In his private quarters, Commander John Howard was going over the plans for the recolonization process for the millionth time, looking for any possible flaws that could result in disaster but still found none. He was a medium sized man with a strong build and stern face whose very apperience commanded your attention and respect. He was a long time veteran for the GA, and having fought against the infected before made him the perfect person to lead the charge with his own hand selected group of troops dubbed The Four Horsemen at the tip of the spear. He picked the very best from the long lost of canidates,
all but four falling short of the high demand of the job, both physically and mentally. The team consists of Josè Bulaváira, a highly energetic Spanish man who specializes in communication and reconnaissance with a history of getting out of tigh spots as quickly as he gets into them. Next was Larrisa Westmor, a English woman with an amazing skill with a rifle and an uncanny ability to get in and out of heavily controlled enemy areas without being seen earning her the name Wraith. Next was Petrov Borasha, a true Russian and demolitions expert second to none, but he also had a quick fuse and even quicker trigger finger so keeping him under control was going to be no easy task. Finally there was Hades who was already his top pick for the position of team leader. Little was known about him other than he was recruited at only twelve since his family was presumed dead and there were no beds available at the orphanages, so by the time he was thirteen he was a trained worrier who only got better. He was a mix between Russian and Mexican, having a tall strong build with tan skin, brown hair he kept neatly combed back and brown eyes that told of an untold past that would remain that way since he rarely spoke. What first caught his attention was that when he found him at only eighteen he was already in charge of a platoon that he kept in line very well, the second being that he had a body count that out does every other soldier in...
