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Welcome to the war, soldier. This is a war of mystery and intrigue set sometime in the mid-22nd century. As the years progressed, we finally gave in to our self-destructive tendencies. WW3 began sometime in 2045, one hundred years after the end of WW2, when paranoia finally took over and North Korea bombed South Korea. South Korea and her allies returned the assault. North Korea's allies responded. Soon, you were either on the side of the Allies(South Korea, America, England, and Australia were the main powers of the Allies) or North Korea(China, Japan, and Russia were powerful factors in their favor), and if you were neutral, both sides hated you. Instead of being an war fought in the hearts of the soldiers, WW3 was a war fought on the fields of technology. The entire world suffered, and the entire world participated. Each country bombed one another repeatedly until the entire world was reduced to an ashen wasteland. The low tactics and merciless technology used in WW3 made the bombing of Hiroshima look like a strictly regulated water balloon fight. After the end of WW3 in 2091, after nearly half a century of the bloodiest conflict the world has ever seen, the war stopped. Nearly all humans were dead, the world's population gone from billions upon billions to mere hundred thousands. Finally, humanity realized its mistake. Many of the survivors were mutated or sick from the radiation of the nuclear assault. The survivors banded together after a long time of hating each other and with the technology they had left, created a spaceship that could transport them to another planet. They managed to colonize Mars to live there. It wasn't as nice as Earth in the beginning, but they were able to survive, and after about a century of this, Mars had terraformed thanks to inhabitants and by now is much like Earth. Humans adapted quickly and rebuilt their old society. However, no one forgets the devastation of WW3. They renamed Mars, Earth, as a reminder of what could happen to them if they weren't careful. Now they must live with the Aftermath.


"Sir!" called a young technician sitting at a monitor. "I've received some kind of strange transmission...it's in Colonist frequencies and seems to be automated." The commander walked up.
"That's impossible, staff," Col. Rienhardt replied, almost derisively. "There are no active colonies in the area. We're an exploration team, the first humans here. Check your readings and instruments again."
"I've already done that sir; twice. I can assure you that this is an emergency transmission from a colony," the staff sergeant told him.
"Well, play it then, " ordered Col. Rienhardt. Shrugging, the technician turned a knob and dial, then pushed a button. There was a crackle of static for a moment, then the staff sergeant adjusted something and the sound cleared up.
"This is an emergency distress beacon from Colony November Four Niner One Echo on planet Foxtrot 21. This signal indicates that the bunker has been evacuated, and the crew is all dead, fleeing, or incapacitated as they cannot press the emergency transponder button themselves. Last known location of this colony and colonists is 29 degrees, 16 minutes, and 22 seconds North, and 94 degrees, 49 minutes and 46 seconds West. Please send help. We are a colonization force from planet Sans, part of the armed forces of the planet. Mayday. This is an emergency distress beacon from Colony November Four Niner-"
The staff sergeant shut off the transmission.
"Why'd you do that?" demanded Col. Rienhardt. "It was still playing."
"It's on a loop, sir. It keeps playing over and over," the technician told him.
"Well, can you find out how long it's been playing for?" Col. Rienhardt requested.
"Yes, sir," the technician nodded. "It looks like that transmission has been playing for well over two centuries. If whatever caused the colonists to flee didn't kill them, they're dead now anyway. All of them. There's no reason for us to respond."
"Two centuries...and you're sure your equipment's not faulty?" Col. Rienhardt checked.
"Yes, sir," confirmed the technician. "I don't know how it's possible, but it's happening."
"We have only had space travel for one century, staff sergeant. Do you realize how much of a discrepancy that is?" demanded Col. Rienhardt. "The only way for this to be possible is if some other planet had developed it, and that's impossible."
"Really, sir?" asked the technician dubiously. "Are you really willing to completely dismiss the idea of any intelligent life somewhere else in the universe, at any other point in time?"
"Yes, Staff Sergeant, because it's absolutely ridiculous!" Col. Rienhardt barked. "Requisition for new technical equipment, ASAP, because it's obviously a mistake. I'll report this to our commanders back on Earth, but we will continue with our exploration expedition regardless."
"Yes, sir," sighed Ssgt. Pavlov.

3 Weeks Later...

"What's this?" demanded Lt. Gen. Riggs, current leader of the United Earth Coalitions Air Force.
"It's a report on that missing exploration expedition crew in the Andromeda Galaxy, sir," the A1C. informed him. "Remember? They held radio silence for two weeks after they were supposed to return and we sent a ship out looking for them."
"Commanding officer?"
"Colonel Ernst Rienhardt, sir, also of the Air Force," replied the airman.
"Ship?"
"The Soviet, sir," answered the A1C. The UECAF named their ships after the country of their crewmembers, in this case, Russia.
"What do we think happened to them?"
"We know what happened to them sir, just not why. Their ship was completely destroyed, their crew members all either vented out into empty space or missing. We have most of their bodies accounted for, the others probably drifted off too far in space or were captured by the gravity of a larger object."
"But we don't know what destroyed their ship or how?"
"That's correct, sir. But we did find this recording," A1C Rousseau handed the lieutenant general a small disc. Lt. Gen. Riggs popped the disc into a computer and soon the speakers crackled to life with the voice of Colonel Rienhardt.
"They were in the ship. When they came out, they killed us all. They're awake now. They're coming for the rest of the colonies. You have to deploy, right NOW! They are nearly invincible, but their only weakness is in their transmission. We seem to- *static*"
"What's the rest of it?!" demanded Lt. Gen. Riggs.
"No idea, sir," replied A1C Rousseau. "Either the file has been corrupted beyond repair or the colonel didn't finish hi last transmission. Either way, we'll never know what else he meant to say."
"We have to cease all colonization activities in the area," Lt. Gen. Riggs decided. "Deploy all available troops to the area, immediately."
"Yes, sir. Shall I contact the other agencies as well?" asked A1C Rousseau.
"I suppose it's best..." sighed Lt. Gen. Riggs. "Contact FEDA and the EDL. I want all hands on deck for this."
"Yes, sir!" A1C Rousseau replied, saluting.

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