years of conflict between the Megacom Corporation and Transglobal
Empires looked set to end at midnight when troops from both
sides pulled out from contested territory on the planet
Rigal. The move is the combination of a historic peace initiative
brokered personally by Commander Keeler and Transglobal's
premier, Commander Rieman.
is a traditional favoured posting for the army's least capable
soldiers, a place where everyone seems to be getting along
just fine. Well not exactly. A cease-fire has been grounded
along the DMZ and all personnel are under strict orders
Rieman, believing he brokered the new era of piece and understanding,
is understandably proud. Captain Zod, afraid of spending
eternity working security in a two-bit shopping mall has
not taken kindly to the notion of a new era of peace and
understanding. Following a recent court martial judgement,
Zod, hawkish ex-General in the MegaCom Forces, has been
busted back down the ranks all the way to Captain. As such,
he's been put in charge of the furthest flung outpost in
the MegaCom Corporation, a dung-heap of a posting for those
robots with zero career prospects.
for his own men, he loves them like a surrogate family,
and regardless of their shortcomings as a modern fighting
force, he would do anything to protect them.
is quiet on the border, too quiet. Suddenly the radio crackled
into life. It was Brad reporting from Sector 12 that they'd
spotted some unidentified personnel in the prohibited zone.
Zod, aware that they shouldn't even be running patrols out
there ignores orders from command HQ and decides to let
Brad and Clarke cross the border to investigate.
exasperated Lassar panics whilst Zod is confident they won't
do anything to jeopardise the peace agreement, as he calls
brad on the radio. Nothing. Zod presses the transmit button
again, but only sounds of long bursts firing from machine
guns, and tracer fire ricocheting all around. Brad is roaring
like a bull, the noise of gunfire and explosions is deafening
but ZOd's voice can be heard cracking from Brad's radio.
Claaarke? Patrol this is base, do you read me over? Goooodammit.....!"