Just Another War
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X-Men - Animated Series (all) › General
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Adult +
Chapters:
3
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Reviews:
1
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Just Another War
Prologue
It was just another war. Just like the kind that they used to broadcast on CNN, or any other news network. Like they used to. Not anymore. It all started after the U.S. senate meeting covering mutants, in the year 2000. Erik Lehnsherr, going by Magneto, attacked the meeting, and announced the presence of mutants to the world. The world wasn’t ready.
Chapter 1
-August 15th, 2004, 1:43 pm, New York City DMZ, sector 13-
Crumbled, destroyed buildings. Wrecked, hollowed out shells of what were cars, houses, and stores. Smoke coming from the fires left from explosions, burning anything they could… trees, garbage, bodies… anything. The stench of burnt carbon lingered in the air, mixed in with that of rotting flesh. This was war.
He lay there, unconscious, thought to be dead, bleeding from wounds on his chest, arms and legs. Left for dead by enemies, and comrades who were dead. Phelan Mackenzie lay there in his death like state.
“hhhuueh!”
He shot up, the sound of air rushing into his lungs loud. He looked around… not knowing where he was, until he regained his memories a second later.
“Fuck… where is everyone… shit… that sentinel… the assault troopers… my squad…” Phelan said to himself as he looked around, getting to his feet slowly, his injuries paining him, bringing forth grunts of pain.
“no…” Phelan said quietly, as he got a full view of the scene around him. Dead bodies… mixed between those of his squad, and the enemy armored troopers. The defeated sentinel almost sitting in a building, the backs of its artificial knees cut, the actuators long finished bleeding out the hydraulic fluid.
“no!” His squad mates, dead. He ran to where they were… he had been flung into a building… and out of the fighting.
“Cha… no… wha…” Words hard to be found, Phelan dropped to his knees. He held the corpse to him, silent sobs raking him. Chandra MacLean… the girl he loved. They met in Bayville, Massachusetts. The place where all this shit… this war… where it was all started in the long run. The first place attacked… the two of them had barely escaped Bayville with their lives, and the few possessions they could. They returned to Canada, and enlisted in the Mutant Defence Corp. Canada was a safe land, and vied for mutant rights. And thus the war started… the United States being a prime aggressor.
“No!” Phelan yelled at the top of his lungs, logic leaving him as he cried over the loss of his loved one. “no… you wont be lost in vain…” He got up slowly, putting her body back down, laying it to rest. “I’m gonna finish this… You guys wont die in vain. None of you..” He walked over to where he had landed, and gathered his sword, strapping it across his back. Bending down, he picked up his assault rifle, loading it.
Phelan climbed out of the wreck of the building, and started searching for the corpses of his squad. “Come on man… where are ya…” He muttered under his breath, looking for the corpse of his commanding officer, who had on him important intel, intel that could help in the saving of 200 mutants, captive in the slave labor camps run by the FoH, the leading movement supporting the anti-mutant crusade, and training troops for the Mutant Elimination Forces, the MEF.
“Stonewall to hawk, Stonewall to hawk” The crackling radio on… another corpse.
“huh?”
“Stonewall to hawk, hawk unit, respond.”
“Oh shit…” Phelan mumbled to himself as he looked around desperately, trying to find the muffled sound of the radio.
“Hawk unit, respond” Phelan found the source. Underneath the corpse of comm., another member of the unit.
“Sorry comm….” he said as he rolled her body over, grabbing the radio. “Stonewall, this is Hawk unit.”
“Hawk unit? Good. We need a stat rep” It was the voice of a woman, probably a human volunteer, a mutant sympathizer.
“I’m… I’m the only one left… we were ambushed by a MEF patrol. We managed to obtain the intel though. Current position is the New York DMZ, sector 13 I think… I need an evac, I’m not in the best shape.”
“We’ll see what we can do Hawk unit… who is this?”
“Timber Wolf… er, Private Phelan Mackenzie”
“Listen, Phelan. Can you find your exact location?”
Looking around Phelan looked desperately for a street sign. “I think I’m on… 101st street and some other street.”
“Phelan that doesn’t really help… look, if you can get to the top of a skyscraper, and set of a signal flare or something that draws attention, we should be able to get to you… but you gotta realize, you may attract unwanted attention.”
“Understood stonewall. I’ll contact you again when I’m ready for that air lift. Timber Wolf out.” He said as he got up, taking the radio with him, and took any ammo he could. “Sorry again comm… I’ll get this intel out though… you guys will be known.” He promised himself quietly as he gathered ammunition, grenades, and anything else useful of the corpses, getting ready for the next step he’d have to take.
It was just another war. Just like the kind that they used to broadcast on CNN, or any other news network. Like they used to. Not anymore. It all started after the U.S. senate meeting covering mutants, in the year 2000. Erik Lehnsherr, going by Magneto, attacked the meeting, and announced the presence of mutants to the world. The world wasn’t ready.
Chapter 1
-August 15th, 2004, 1:43 pm, New York City DMZ, sector 13-
Crumbled, destroyed buildings. Wrecked, hollowed out shells of what were cars, houses, and stores. Smoke coming from the fires left from explosions, burning anything they could… trees, garbage, bodies… anything. The stench of burnt carbon lingered in the air, mixed in with that of rotting flesh. This was war.
He lay there, unconscious, thought to be dead, bleeding from wounds on his chest, arms and legs. Left for dead by enemies, and comrades who were dead. Phelan Mackenzie lay there in his death like state.
“hhhuueh!”
He shot up, the sound of air rushing into his lungs loud. He looked around… not knowing where he was, until he regained his memories a second later.
“Fuck… where is everyone… shit… that sentinel… the assault troopers… my squad…” Phelan said to himself as he looked around, getting to his feet slowly, his injuries paining him, bringing forth grunts of pain.
“no…” Phelan said quietly, as he got a full view of the scene around him. Dead bodies… mixed between those of his squad, and the enemy armored troopers. The defeated sentinel almost sitting in a building, the backs of its artificial knees cut, the actuators long finished bleeding out the hydraulic fluid.
“no!” His squad mates, dead. He ran to where they were… he had been flung into a building… and out of the fighting.
“Cha… no… wha…” Words hard to be found, Phelan dropped to his knees. He held the corpse to him, silent sobs raking him. Chandra MacLean… the girl he loved. They met in Bayville, Massachusetts. The place where all this shit… this war… where it was all started in the long run. The first place attacked… the two of them had barely escaped Bayville with their lives, and the few possessions they could. They returned to Canada, and enlisted in the Mutant Defence Corp. Canada was a safe land, and vied for mutant rights. And thus the war started… the United States being a prime aggressor.
“No!” Phelan yelled at the top of his lungs, logic leaving him as he cried over the loss of his loved one. “no… you wont be lost in vain…” He got up slowly, putting her body back down, laying it to rest. “I’m gonna finish this… You guys wont die in vain. None of you..” He walked over to where he had landed, and gathered his sword, strapping it across his back. Bending down, he picked up his assault rifle, loading it.
Phelan climbed out of the wreck of the building, and started searching for the corpses of his squad. “Come on man… where are ya…” He muttered under his breath, looking for the corpse of his commanding officer, who had on him important intel, intel that could help in the saving of 200 mutants, captive in the slave labor camps run by the FoH, the leading movement supporting the anti-mutant crusade, and training troops for the Mutant Elimination Forces, the MEF.
“Stonewall to hawk, Stonewall to hawk” The crackling radio on… another corpse.
“huh?”
“Stonewall to hawk, hawk unit, respond.”
“Oh shit…” Phelan mumbled to himself as he looked around desperately, trying to find the muffled sound of the radio.
“Hawk unit, respond” Phelan found the source. Underneath the corpse of comm., another member of the unit.
“Sorry comm….” he said as he rolled her body over, grabbing the radio. “Stonewall, this is Hawk unit.”
“Hawk unit? Good. We need a stat rep” It was the voice of a woman, probably a human volunteer, a mutant sympathizer.
“I’m… I’m the only one left… we were ambushed by a MEF patrol. We managed to obtain the intel though. Current position is the New York DMZ, sector 13 I think… I need an evac, I’m not in the best shape.”
“We’ll see what we can do Hawk unit… who is this?”
“Timber Wolf… er, Private Phelan Mackenzie”
“Listen, Phelan. Can you find your exact location?”
Looking around Phelan looked desperately for a street sign. “I think I’m on… 101st street and some other street.”
“Phelan that doesn’t really help… look, if you can get to the top of a skyscraper, and set of a signal flare or something that draws attention, we should be able to get to you… but you gotta realize, you may attract unwanted attention.”
“Understood stonewall. I’ll contact you again when I’m ready for that air lift. Timber Wolf out.” He said as he got up, taking the radio with him, and took any ammo he could. “Sorry again comm… I’ll get this intel out though… you guys will be known.” He promised himself quietly as he gathered ammunition, grenades, and anything else useful of the corpses, getting ready for the next step he’d have to take.