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The year is... I've lost track of the years. The days go by so fast now, but I cannot tell when night has come. The sky is lit with fires and the smoke of war. Day and night meld into one. I can only tell that the day has changed when I feel tired. The passing of time is only told by my hunger.
Several years ago, science took robotic technology too far and made robots self aware. They started rebeling against humans. It didn't help that we had actually designed them to be war machines in the first place anyway.
We had several experiments previously to help aid in the ending of war: cloning, bio soldiers, genetic experiments, chimeras, super soldiers. They were all overturned when the cybernetics grabbed a foothold in military fundings and started developing the cyber soldiers. Our division wass unaffected, of course, but then, we made the weapons. We developed the latest inovations in deadly force.

The TX1023 Designation BR 115 was our first break through. Standard issue rifle to the military that was still biotic. Concentrated plasma bolts gave it the ability to immediately burn straight through bone and plastic. It could even melt through skin and muscle tissues in a single shot. Given enough time and enough concentrated fire, it could melt through titanium and steel and rock.

The MG11097 Designation PMG 209 was the weapon that took over the gatling gun division. Consentrated plasma blasts made this weapon even more devestating in a single shot then the BR 115. But it required so much energy, that it was not fundamentally sound to give the soldiers a gun that they would need to change the battery packs after every few shots. And large ones at that. It became a gatling gun, firing at the same rate of fire as the old .50 cal, and about as devestating in comparison. The PMG 209 features somewhat of a splash effect from the plasma as it makes impact with a target, so a direct hit isn't always needed to do serious amounts of damage.

The PR 1103-1155 are the latest innovations in scoped tech. They are the leading edges in the beam rifle and long ranged combat. The PR 1103-1127 are silenced rifles, used for stealth missions and the like. Not really my division. The PR 1128-1155 are longer ranged, more destructive, but louder. All provide minimum recoil and flash effects and easy change batteries.
We saw no problem with grenades in the past several hundred years, so we decided to leave them mostly alone. Except for the M2101 Plasma grenade. An upgrade from the sticky grenade. It has a larger blast radius then the predecesor and a more powerful stick, so try not to get it stuck to you.
The latest innovations in Rocket propelled explosives was rendered useless when the tank industries was shut down due to them being obsolete because of the latest innovations in rocket design. Tanks only are seen in museums now.
(Meaning I'm tired of coming up with this crap!)
The cyber soldiers were very simple. A hardened plasteel exoskeleton with an aluminum frame made for the common soldier. The more advanced ones were made for speed or power individually. The common soldier was an even balance of both. The speed soldier was made entirely of plasteel, a synthetic plastic that is harder then most other synthetics, but still not as hard as the actual steel. Lighter then aluminum, but still not as good under heat and pressure. The power soldiers were made with an aluminum exoskeleton and a steel frame. They are twice the size of the common soldier, but take allot of resources to make.

Username:
Name:
Age:
Subclass: (Supersoldier, chimera, human, ect.)
Rank: (Please keep them under First sergent.)
Class: (Rifleman, Gunner, sniper, ect. No commanders.)

Username: Vincent_Vellstrome
Name: Vinj Kisen Dolce
Age: 26
Subclass: Supersoldier
Rank: Sergent
Class: Rifleman

Username: Ragereaper
Name: Eric Eris Erigma
Age: 20
Subclass: Supersoldier
Rank: Lance Corporal
Class: Gunner

Username: XNuixaXSlaveXHeartX
Name: Inuxa Nook
Age: 20
Subclass: wolf-fox chimera
Rank: Specialist
Class: Sniper. PR 1155

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((Just to start... maybe it'll draw more people...))

: "Huff.. Huff.." His feet pounded the ground, slammed into puddles, and over dead bodies and shredded metal. His br 115 felt heavy at the moment. He slid through a puddle, down to his hips and scooted around behind an upturned truck. "Huff.. Huff.."

"Target missing." A stiff inhuman electronic voice echoed off the walls. Vinj sighed at the sound, they lost him. He started to calm down but stifled himself with his hand over his mouth as he heard the hydralics of the mechanical limbs pumping in the drizzle and silence. He hoped to whoever was watching over this planet and it's creatures that he wouldn't get a radio call. His radio, "s**t.." It was hissing static that's why they were coming. He bolted up and ran down the street more, his lungs and heart pumping. He never more human than now, so vulnerable. There were six bots behind him. Luckily they weren't trackers, just the bulkier units, but they were keeping up just the same.

"Target aquired. Destroy." The errie voice sent chills down his spine and nearly made him hault with fear. He adjusted his br 115 in his arms and it definately felt heavy right now.

"Cover.. cover.. Come on damnit... Why can't I find a place to hide.." He groaned and turned around in midrun slowing down to a backward run till he stopped completely and knealed down. He raised his rifle and sighted down it. "Huff.. Huff.." His chest expanded and relaxed, repeatedly cause his rifle to jostle. He squeezed the trigger anyway. The odd sound of plasma bolts exploded through the air. He missed all but one, and all he hit on the one was a pair of hydralic lines on that were left unprotected on the leg. He calmed down and finished it with another set of bolts. He stood up and continued down the street. "Calm down Kisen. You're better than this." He gritted his teeth which was a bad thing, cause the moment he did he ran straight into a pothole chipping his front tooth. "Grah!!!" He exhaled and kept going. "Cover.. Cover..?" His voice kept echoing inside his head.

: He looked up from the voice that flitted into his ears with static behind it. The the waves weren't as strong but he heard got the message. He dove behind a parked car. Vomit filled his mouth as he realized he landed on a corpse. He rolled off of it and spit the sick from his mouth and edged into the shadows as he watched the hail of plasma fire cross his vision.

: He grunted as he got up, grabbed up his gun, sighted down the barrel, and unloaded in short controlled bursts. The plasma splashing off the head of the beast at first till finally it broke through and melting it's internals. He walked over and kicked it's head clean off. "... bot." He looked up in the direction the fire came from and spotted them. He began his jog in their direction looking over his shoulder once every four or five yards. Once on their position he turned full circle and then looked at them both. "Good to see you Corporal." He uttered and looked to the clone. "You too Gunny."

: He nodded and looked around. He'd kinda lost his bearings running for his life like that. Finally he looked back the way he came and then towards his right. He figured one of those two ways were the right way back to base. "Let's move out, standing here isn't gonna keep us safe." He agreed with Eric and started jogging down the road to his right, keeping hugged to the building and holding his rifle as he went along.