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« on: March 08, 2012, 12:18:57 pm »
Fighters streaked overhead, engaged in endless battle. Flying through a dark red sky. Blizzard (the main char) was living up to his name, sending a storm of plasma bolts at an enemy Heavy Automatic Railgun turret, it was firing at the advancing forces including you. A soldier beside you explodes as rounds tear through his body at supersonic speeds and smashing into the ground behind tearing up the blackened land.
The war has gone on for eight-hundred and eleven years but is called the Millenia Long War.
You dive for cover, as small arms fire hit you but vaporise in your shielding. As one of the few soldiers of both races that have had their conciousness transferred into a full suit you survive much more, but you are the only one left, a legend among both species while the rest are just infused with weapons and armor, never expected to survive.
You feel blood spatter on your arm, you look over and the squad beside you was torn up my Inferno class aircraft, they have much more powerful shots then the Shard fighters but are slower to shoot. The two heavy plasma cannons in your back come out, charging up as you leap over the rock and fire at the railgun emplacement. The whole thing explodes killing 2 surrounding soldiers and heavily wounding another. As you walk up, he goes for a gun, but you quickly stomp his head in, covering your foot in brain matter and blood.
Upon a close look, their armor is more steampunk looking, while yours is streamlined and smooth.
You start walking, another railgun is in your way, but reinforced with tanks. Your reinforcements are stuck far behind fighting, your all alone, your final stand.
You charge up the twin plasma cannons again, while bringing your wrist mounted plasma guns or "Stormers" as they are commonly called for their fast rate of fire to full power. You say a few last words, then jump over firing everything. A plasma cannon shot strikes the railgun destroying it, but the other misses by far and hits the turret of a tank. The ground where you just were explodes as they fire everything at it. Your stormers take down infantry as they take down your shield and you dive in cover but not before a shot hits your shoulder and embeds itself causing mild pain even though its a machine, just with a conciousness. The ground all around you is torn up as shots go everywhere, trying to get a lucky hit. You bring the cannons up to full power as your shields come back, jump over and shoot the other tank, the small plasma shots completly melting the small turret and the plasma cannoms blowing up the sides. Another one out.
You look at your work, pleased at your destruction. You proceed towards the cliff face when someone who survived jumps out at you, bladd in hand. You would've died if it wasn't for the impecible timing of a Shard fighter, it left a flaming trail as it fell, slicing right through the enemy then crashing several meters away. You think to yourself 'another one dead, but for what? We have been fighting this war for so long...'
As you proceed towards the cliff, you see the size of a steampunk mech down below, their equivilent of you. You jump down only to be greeted by fire from Infernoes as the cliff starts to fall on you. The last thing you see is the whole squadron being torn apart by a flaming ship, crashing to the ground and causing the most brillient explosion you have ever seen.
Then darkness takes you over.
You wake up, the first thing you notice is the sky...its blue, birds chirping peaceful songs and flying about, or sitting in nests. Your light blue eyes fully actvate and then you see creatures standing in front of you, humanoid and small. You were probably about 4-5 heads higher than them. They didn't look hostile, just curious. You reach a hand out and say "friend", but to them ot was gibberish, but one seemed to understand, he reached his hand out, and said, "friend".
You put your hand on his head, a slight whiring noise was heard and you knew everything about this place, about humans, the year and the planet. Its been one hundred thousand years since the Millenia Long War, and it was peaceful, the ground was green, there was plant life. And you look back at him, and say "friend" in his language and they all relax.
After a while, one talks to you, seems like the leader "where are you from?" was all he said. You tell him everything, the war, the two species and your final moments. With that, you say goodbye to all of them and go on your way.
This is something that just came to me, first thing I have ever written so please tell me any problems.
) on a map made out of mists/oozes/slimes and some parts constatly change. 
