Realistic or Modern Battle for Earth

[mystereieuse]

-- a roleplay by

@DennisR and @mystereieuse --


BATTLE FOR EARTH


The galaxy is thrust into chaos and an alien empire threatens to take over every planet in the solar system. They have already begun their attack on Earth and the military stays behind and is currently battling the alien forces. Half of the planet is in destruction, but the humans have managed to secure about half the Earth in a stronghold. The remaining humans that could escape were evacuated to Mars. Those that were able bodied were transported to the moon to undergo intense training to get them ready to battle on Earth. First they are genetically altered to make them physically flawless and able to withstand radiation and general stresses of warfare. But upon being assigned to troops, Character A and Character B find themselves having to work together. Even though their history is strained, at best, and they practically hate each other, they must work together to save the Earth from alien invasion. Because if they are unable to secure Earth, the next stop is Mars.
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[mystereieuse]

She wasn't excited.


Not even in the slightest.


There was nothing about this entire situation that was fair. She had to leave her home on Earth to crappy Mars just to get drafted by the military. And unfortunately for her, it was the only way to have her criminal record expunged.


And that in itself was quite extensive.


But that was the deal. Relle Foxxine into the military to help defenses back on Earth and if she survived to tell the tale, she'd be discharged and relinquished of all duties. Not to mention the fact that all of the petty theft and fights she'd been arrested for in her distant (and admittedly recent) past would be erased from her record and she'd be able to follow her dreams without worrying about being denied her candidacy due to the various charges.


Doesn't mean this was where she wanted to be, at all. She considered the entire situation as the lesser evil and just bit the bullet.


Over the course of these past few weeks, Relle had been put through strenuous tests. The moment she'd signed her life over to the Allied Forces, the military conglomerate formed when the aliens first attacked, she'd been rushed into surgery, altered to enhance her innate talents. Relle had a knack for fighting. She was on the shorter side, but she was quick and for her size, delivered very effective punches and kicks. When she was in the recovery room, officials had met her there and in her groggy state, she was informed that due to impending doom surrounding the future of the earth, she would be put into training as soon as she could withstand her own weight. And sure enough, not two days after going under the knife, Relle was thrust into the whirlwind of the shitstorm.


And she had a definite attitude about it all. It was quite obvious that she hated the military and hated being there and hated that any of this was happening at all, but she never made a fuss. Some said that she was all bark and no bite, which wasn't the case at all, as she wouldn't have a history of assault and fighting she was trying to make disappear. So she just rolled her eyes and picked up another bullet to bite. She just wanted to get in, do her part then get the hell out.


Currently, she was sitting in a boring briefing readying new prospects for their journey back to Earth. It was all seemingly simple: grouped into pairings or squadrons depending on their modifications, experience or potential, and then sent off on their mission. Soldiers were expected to pick up necessary item packs from storage in the basement before their deployment. The chief was giving the debriefing via slide show with soldiers sitting in rows and rows of seats to view the screen. While the tall and burly man with a deep and gruff voice spoke, officers were handing out notecards to everyone. They were placed in alphabetical order into the viewing hall and as the notecards were passed down, Relle fumbled through them to find her name and pulled it out before passing it down to the guy next to her.


It was a bit cold in the room, and she regretted wearing just her black tank top. Normally, in the issued camouflage cargo pants everyone got upon arrival, she got warm enough to even break a sweat in the fatigues. But the room was quite icy, and she shivered slightly.


The debriefing came to a close and Chief Danforth turned to the soldiers. "This concludes the debrief. You have all been assigned to your pairings and/or squadrons already. These are non-negotiable. If you want to be paired with your best friend and be butt buddies through this entire thing I suggest you suck it up sooner than later. The Hydracon race is no laughing matter. These aliens will not stop until our planet is taken over. They will enslave all who surrender to them, but they will not hesitate to kill you if you oppose them. Be on your guard. Work together. You are to report to the room noted on your cards. There you will meet your team and be further briefed on your specific missions. We set off for Earth at 0500 hours. I want your asses there by 0400 hours. Dismissed."


The mass of soldiers stood from their chairs and began exiting the room, searching through the corridors for their specific briefing rooms. Relle looked down at her card. Southwing, she was already in the south wing, so good. Corridor Andromeda, room B. She got a little lost looking for Andromeda. The Milky Way was a bit more commonly accessed and Andromeda was easily missed. But she managed to find it and turned down the silvery hall to find her room. Everything here was either silver or white. Durable silver metal to anchor the socioeco-system and some white tarp shit that Relle guessed was used to drape and inflate the various domes and corridors of the complex.


Ugh. She hated it here.


Her hand wrapped around the silver door handle and pushed down on it. The large door swung open and she peered inside. The room was empty, but there were only three chairs. So that meant one or two partners. On the wall was a projection and the center of the room donned a large metal table with a remote control on it. It looked like when all of her team had arrived, they could begin their briefing.


So Relle just took a seat and waited. Her steely blue eyes were on the door, awaiting the arrival of the remainder of her team. In her mind, she tried to picture all the faces she'd seen in the large hall and tried to imagine who else would be joining her. There was a bulky and quite honestly, massively muscular man sitting toward the back that was bald headed and dark-skinned. He looked intense. Relle partially hoped it would be him. She could do covert stuff and he could be brute force. But there was no way for her to know.


A noise made her sit up straight in her chair. The scuffling of boots as they came to a halt in front of the door. She heard a hand wrap around the handle and push it down. Her hands had been resting on the table, gloved because the metal implanted into her knuckles was still visible as it hadn't set into her joints quite yet. But as she adjusted her hands, which were quite heavy now, they made an audible clunk as the two heavy metals came into contact, even through her gloves.


And then the door pushed in and she saw her teammate walk through the door. Her fists immediately clenched and she rolled her eyes. "You've got to be kidding me."