Sebastian Kramer
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Centennial Omega
The world of Centennial Omega was once a bristling world teeming with life. From the tallest tree down to the smallest blade of grass it was a planet full of riches just waiting to be taken. Humanity had transformed this world into a farming colony with a population of just under two million. That was before the war started. Now several years into the war the enemy forces have finally come to Centennial Omega, in hopes that they might be able to disrupt Humanities supply lines. It started with fire raining from the sky as the plasma bombardments fell to the ground destroying everything it touched. The cities got it the worst, many died in the initial bombardments but those that survived dug in and prepared for the invasion that would follow. The men and women of the Earth Colonial Government fought bravely in the hellish battles that were to follow. They prayed for reinforcements, but after weeks of fighting their hope was running out. But what they didn’t know was that inside the drop bay of the Infiltrator Drop-ship The Apocalypse. ECG Navy had dispatched an elite team to aid in the fight against the Empire. As soon as Drop-ship entered real space it activated it’s cloaking systems to get past the enemy fleet around the planet. As the ship decent into the atmosphere the team in the drop bay was preparing for their mission. The mission handler code named Saber prepared the team for their mission.
By Sebastian Kramer2 years ago in Fiction
The Prelude
There's no sun in the sky today, dark clouds have covered it, and it's pouring down with rain. Or it would have been had it been a normal day. These days though, the clouds that are blocking the sun are actually thousands of planetary warships and carriers, and the rain is actually highly concentrated plasma being fired from these ships. Every break in the sky between clouds and ships showed how great the human fleet fought against the brutal juggernaut known as the Sqorpion Empire. On the ground many major cities like Ottawa in Canada, Moscow in Russia, Berlin in Germany, Paris in France and London England have been destroyed in a matter of hours. The enemy were ruthless, leaving none alive. Parts of the old USA was in ruin, Reports from China showed that several billion of their inhabitants were dead, Russia was holding its own in the ruins of their cities and Europe was in stalemate, Canada wasn't faring well either many of their civilians had taken refuge in the northern forests. Intel had lost all communications with most of the third world countries that were still located in the red zones and were still rebuilding after the three wars. The remaining satellites showed images of nothing but burned earth in the red zones and very little of a civilization left in these parts. Zack grew tired of waiting for information from Intel and stared back into the sky from behind his piece of cover. A planetary carrier was flying overhead, releasing more single ship fighters which Intel had dubbed 'Stingers' by the hundreds, which differed from the ‘Viper’ which was the enemies’ main space fighter. Zack looked back at the ground. His gloves had burns through them, as he looked around he saw that some of his men had taken off their helmets and were paying for it by getting burns on their faces. This isn't the first time he was glad he never took his helmet off in a combat situation or at least not for a few hours after the combat stopped because that's how long the plasma particles from the enemy weapon shots stayed around for was two hours after the engagement... yet another new trick of the enemy.
By Sebastian Kramer2 years ago in Fiction
Sealing the Darkness
It was said that in times of great danger that the strongest mages of each of the elements would band together to fight whatever evil endangered their land. The elements are Earth, Fire, Water, and Air. But the mages are divided. The mages of Earth were concerned only with themselves; with emotions as hard as the stone they manipulated. They cared only for what they could gain from the world around them. The Water mages were peaceful and kind. Caring for others and providing aid wherever they could. They were content to take in strangers and happily convert the newcomers to their way of life. Mages of the Air were peaceful as well, but unlike their water brethren, they preferred to keep their interactions with outsiders to a minimum. It was rumored that they were wise and calm, but little was known for sure because they intentionally chose remote, extremely difficult to reach locations to settle. Finally, the fire mages, whose fires were fed by the depth of their emotions. Some were quick to rage, but their flames passed as quickly as their anger. Others allowed their rage to build and when they got angry whole villages could be burned to the ground in a matter of hours. Notwithstanding, even though fire was fuelled by rage, it chose it’s mages from among the most passionate and strangely, the most protective.
By Sebastian Kramer2 years ago in Fiction
The Supply Run
It’s midnight in Ottawa, the capital city of Canada, and the city is in ruin as the dead walk the streets. Human life is nearly extinct with only a few hundred thousand people known to be uninfected around the world. The virus had mutated from an experimental biochemical weapon produced by an unknown weapons company to end any war. However, after a successful weapons test had reduced a test site to ashes, leaving biochemical particles in the air, surrounding areas had massive civilian casualties; 24 hours later the zombies started to rise. The virus which had now been dubbed the Untote strain was quickly quarantined and those infected but yet to turn where placed under lock-down. It seemed the virus had a desire to live and it started to mutate forming the first of the Berserkers. A creature whose muscle density and size was five times that of any man and it broke out of the quarantine zone allowing a tide of infected and zombies alike to spread out into the world. The virus’ desire to live grew as another mutation came into the light, later dubbed the Carrier, a zombie that’s entire body was covered in the virus as giant blisters covered its body. Once this new form had escaped into the world all hope of containing the virus was destroyed. Humanity’s weapons were ineffective and growing sparse so they scrapped them for parts in order to produce older models as they are easier to manufacture and maintain. The military had started protecting the last of the civilians in small settlements around the world. Canada has a few of the larger settlements but some of the food stores were running low so the military had started sending out small teams to gather materials from the streets. These teams had to be careful because the zombies were attracted to loud noises and always traveled in at least groups of ten. Unless a horde was on the move then you could expect to see anywhere from fifty up to two hundred of the bastards. About a year into the infection Humanity managed to find a temporary cure for the virus and it protected them from airborne, water, and food. However, a direct bite from a zombie or direct contact with a carrier still managed to infect new people and those who weren’t infected were afraid to leave their houses leaving it to the military to protect them. Delta is one of the retrieval teams that the military ordered to gather food and other supplies. Lead by Lieutenant Damian Chatterson a young man who had a tendency to bring hope back to the people of the settlement he helped guard. Damian had led his squad into the heart of Ottawa to raid another store house for any supplies they could gather.
By Sebastian Kramer2 years ago in Fiction