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PostSubject: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Sat Feb 08, 2014 2:50 pm

So, as promised, here's my vision for Gears of War.
 
I hope you enjoy it as much as I do writing it.
 
(I’m going to try something a little different here. As a musician by trade, I inherently love music and I strongly believe that nothing speaks to people and breaks down walls like music does. Though we may all have our differences because of Nationality, ethnicity, culture or language. Music has no boundaries. As any Gears fan knows, music has played a significant role in the Gears universe. From the melodic “Mad World” and “Heron Blue” in Gears 3, to the Cole Train Rap at the end of Gears 1. Not to mention the theme music for all the games which IMO is some of the greatest theme music ever created. Music has played an important role throughout the series. So I’m going to try something that to my knowledge has really never been done before. I’m going to try and help define moments or things about my characters by occasionally inserting music. But I’m not just going to give you a song; I’m going to give you specific time frames within that song (Time capsules if you will) that directly correlates with what the characters are doing. Crazy Idea, yes I know! But I’m going to do it anyway. This is just a kind of side game I like to play to help with immersion. By all means please skip these Links if you don’t want to play. I will highlight these Links in RED so you can easily spot them. If for some reason (you’re looney like me) you do want to play along. I would like to hear your thoughts. What song would you throw into the mix at that given moment?)

Thanks!
A.D.Fenix
 
 
 
                                   
Intro - Family Values
 
 
 
Surrounded by darkness, a man stands. His arms outstretched, he dangles as if being held up by his wrists. His head hangs down and he stares at the floor. The darkness reveals only his upper torso and his muscular biceps. Slowly, his head rises exposing the hardened face of an aged warrior. A vicious scar runs the length of his entire right cheek, compliments of a near death encounter long ago. Shades of grey and black hair hang to his shoulders like strands of fine Serian silk. His cold hazel eyes are glaring up into the darkness. Raising his upper lip, he snarls in anger. His face beginning to tremble, he is clearly becoming agitated.  Suddenly the man is struck with a brutal punch to the face. The impact contours his face as spit and blood fly out of his mouth.

Two massive arms draped in armor become visible, restraining the man at each wrist. He takes another blow to the face, lacerating his left eye and slightly staggering him.
"Ugh!" He gasps in pain and anger!

Three children, two twin boys and a younger girl, stand huddled together. They hide from the beast in the room’s closet, peering out through small cracks in the doors blinds. The light from the room streaking across their faces as it shines through the cracks.

“I'll kill all of you!" they hear the man yell in retaliation. Several more punches land with astounding force, one after another. Each blow followed by his begetting groans and curses, each causing the children to flinch and tremble in horror.

Flying through the air, the man flips over a table and crashes into a cabinet made of fine Serian oak and glass. The cabinet is destroyed by the impact and he falls to the floor. Picking himself up, he manages to get to his knees before he is prodded with a shocker. Wincing in pain he goes into uncontrolled convulsions as the electricity surges through his body. A large half-man, half-beast creature stands, lurking over him. At the beast’s side stands his personal body guard Capt. Rakkar. Several other figures stand around the room all dressed in heavy armor. Picking up the man again, the beast presses him up high over his head. Throwing him across the room, he violently collides with the wall and falls to the floor.

Lifting his torso from the floor the man coughs out a clot of blood then looks back at the beast. His beaten and bloody face snarls with rage. "What the **** are you?!" he demands to know.

"It's not WHAT I am that should concern you Marcusssss. It is WHO I am!" The beast growls back. Pulling out a customized Boltok pistol the beast grins and points it at Marcus. Marcus is obviously stunned by the Beasts' clearly spoken words. “How does he know my name”, he thinks to himself as he stares up at the barrel now threatening his very existence.

"AH!" a woman yells, running out of the darkness of the next room. She wields a long slender sword with gold trimmings and a solid silver handle over her head. She thrusts the sharp blade downward severing the beasts hand from his forearm.

He growls in agony as his hand falls to the floor. Still grasping the Boltok, the impact causes his fingers to convulse and squeeze off a round.

Quickly spinning around the woman slashes an Elite guard with her sword. Clutching his throat, he falls to his knees as blood runs through his fingers and down his chest. Another slash quickly ends the life of a second guard. Now focused on the beast that dares to lead this intrusion on her home, she charges him. With all her might she swings her sword, propelling the blade directly at the Beasts' face. It stops just inches short of its target to the clang of steel, as the beast blocks her blow with a blade of his own.

Protecting his master, Capt. Rakkar counters by pulling out a Gnasher and pointing it at the defiant woman.

She looks at Marcus, tears forming in her eyes, "Marcus" she says softly.

“BABOOM!” The Gnasher goes off, striking her squarely in the chest. Flying backwards, she slams into the door that hides her children. Her blood splatters through the small cracks in the blinds, speckling their young faces in red.

"MOMMY!" The young girl tries to scream. Her brother, while fighting back tears and screams of his own, quickly places his hand over her mouth and holds her tight. Standing to the boys left, his twin, clinches his fists as a tear runs down his cheek and his lips begin to shake in a silent rage.

"ANYAAAA!" Marcus yells, looking over at her lying motionless in a pool of blood on the floor. He picks himself up and slowly walks toward her in disbelief. Staring down at his beloved Anya, Marcus is overcome with grief, tears swell in his eyes.

"Hahahahaha" Marcus hears the chuckles from the beast behind him. Soon Capt. Rakkar joins in on the laughter followed by the remaining Elite guards in the room. "HAHAHAHAHAHA" the monsters laughter grows.

Leaning down he places one hand on Anya and the other on her sword, which is hidden from the beast by her lifeless body. He looks up at the closet door and sees his children peering back at his battered face. "I'm sorry" He says softly, "I'm so sorry". His somber expression quickly turns to anger as the laughter continues to grow louder at his back. "AH!" Marcus yells, as he picks up the sword and charges the monster that killed his wife.

Still laughing at Marcus's dilemma, Capt. Rakkar is slightly caught off guard by the sudden attack. Yet he still has plenty of time to pump another round into the chamber of his gnasher and aims it a Marcus. "Click", "Pump", "CLICK", the smirk on Rakkars’ face quickly turns to fear as his gun jams.

“AH!” Marcus swings the sword!

Rakkar's head slowly rolls backwards, dislodges from his shoulders and falls to the floor. Blood squirts into the air from his headless torso before it crumbles and falls as well.

"That's for Anya, you SON OF A *****!" Marcus yells at Rakkar’s corpse! Completely engulfed by rage, Marcus turns to face the beast. Suddenly, he feels as if a thousand pounds has been placed on his chest. His feet go numb and his hands grow heavy as the beast impales him with an oddly familiar sword.

Lifting Marcus off the floor, he pushes him back, pinning him to the wall.

“Ugh!” Marcus groans in anguish. Blood spewing out of his mouth, it runs down his chin and drips onto the sword stuck in his chest. “F**K You!” he yells in defiance and spits his own blood into the face of the beast.

The beast responds by twisting the blade slowly, back and forth.

Marcus yells again in anguish before becoming eerily silent. The sounds of tearing flesh and grinding wood are all that fill the air. His eyes begin to glaze over as he stares right through the beast and off into the distance.

“Dom?” Marcus asks, his mumbles barely being heard over the tearing of his own flesh and the splintering of the wall as the beast continues to twist the blade. “Dom, is that you?” he mumbles again as the light of the room fades to grey then just darkness.

The faint sound of a heartbeat pumps in the dark, slower and slower and slower.

"Hey Marcus" Doms' voice calls out in the darkness. "Catch" he says. A snowball flies through the air; Marcus turns just in time to catch it with his face.
"Hahahahaha" Dom, Baird and Cole all laugh in unison.

"I remember Marcus always talking like he was a baller, always talking about the Cole..... Train" Dom mocks, still chuckling at Marcus' misfortune.

"Yeah.... and I remember you still owe me 20 Bucks!" Marcus replies with a chuckle as he looks down and wipes the snow from his face. Recovering from his miscue, Marcus looks back at Dom and everything turns white as another snowball hits him right between the eyes! Wiping the snow from his face once again, Marcus suddenly finds himself standing in a brightly lit room. The laughter of his friends mocks fade in the distance. He can barely make out the silhouettes of four figures standing before him.

"It's ok Marcus" says a muffled voice, “I'm so proud of you son!" Adam Fenix says as his voice and features become clear before Marcus.

Dom steps forward with Maria at his side, "Let go Marcus, it's not our fight anymore" he says in a somber voice.

Anya stepping forward as well, takes Marcus by the hand, "Come Marcus" she says, "It's time to go home".

As they all walk off together a familiar voice is heard, "Holy crap man, its Marcus Fenix, Theeee Marcus Fenix!" Benjamin Carmine excitedly proclaims.

"You're an idiot!”, Anthony replies.

"Yeah, 100% pure idiot!" Tai agrees.

The group talks and reminisces as their silhouettes fade into the light. Their mumbles and indistinct chatter, slowly morph into the laughs of the monsters, filling the room where Marcus dangles by a sword.

"My name is BODAKIA!" The beast shouts into Marcus' face. Extracting the sword from Marcus' chest, his lifeless body falls to the floor. "And THAT, is for my FATHER, General RAAAAAM, YOU SON OF A *****!"

Overcome by emotion, one of the boys runs out of the closet and begins punching Bodakia as hard as he can in the thigh. "I'll kill you!" the boy insists, tears now streaming down his face, "I'll KILL YOU!”

Bodakia looks down at the boy, chuckles and raises his sword, ready to strike him down.

Another boy suddenly races out of the closet! Towing his sister with one hand he grabs his brother with the other. Pulling him out of the way just as RAAMs sword pierces the floor, the three children quickly escape out the front door. The room behind them erupts in gunfire as the guards try to shoot them down.

"STOP!" Bodakia barks at his soldiers. "I want them alive, now catch them!" he orders.

The children run through the dark streets. Gunfire and screams can be heard all around them as the monsters pillage the once peaceful city. Cutting through an alleyway, the children stop behind a large fence. Crouching down, they hide, trying to catch their breath for a second. The young girl begins to cry. Her brother tries to comfort her, "It's ok Ash, I won't let them hurt you, I promise!" he tells her. The other brother sits on the ground next to them, anger and hatred clearly consume his thoughts as he stares off into the distance.

"Reg?" his brother says to him as he shakes him by the shoulder to get his attention, "We can't stay here, we have to move" he explains.

"CRASH!" The wood splinters and the fence falls a few feet from where they sit. An Elite guard smashing through it.

"RUN!" The boy yells!

Holding Ashley in his arms, he and Reginald race down the alleyway. Midway down the alley, Reginald runs around the edge of a fence and slams into a large cloaked figure. The impact causes him to stumble backwards and he falls on his rump. His brother turns the corner and immediately stops when seeing Reginald on the ground. The children stare nervously at the cloaked figure, its face hidden in the darkness. Ashley clinches tighter around her brother’s neck.

"Get behind me" a man's voice says as he pulls a Lancer out from under his cloak.

The children quickly obey.

As the Elite guard comes around the corner, the sound of a revved chainsaw is the last thing he ever hears. The cloaked man buries the saw’s blades deep into the beast’s neck and slices them across his torso, ripping him nearly in two. Kicking the corpse off his lancer, he steps into the alleyway and unloads on two more pursuing elites, shredding them with lancer fire.
The children stare in awe at the cloaked man, smoke rising from the barrel of his lancer, blood dripping from the saw.

Removing his hood and revealing his speckled gray and blonde hair, the boy instantly recognizes him.

"Uncle Baird!" (as they liked to call him) he says in a sigh of relief, "it's you!"

"Adam, where are your parents?" Baird asks in a concerned tone.

Adam lowers his head and can barely get the words out of his mouth, "They’re gone" he says, "he killed them!”

"No..." Baird replies, "I don't believe it! Who killed them?"

"RAAM" Adam replies, "He said his fathers’ name was RAAM!"

"What? That’s impossible! That can't be!" Baird says.

As he begins to pace back in forth, Baird rubs his hand across his brow and through his hair. He mumbles a few indistinct words before looking back at the children. "I have to get you out of here! We have to get you to Onyx, you'll be safe there. Follow me children!" he says, as he scoops up Ashley in his arms. "Adam, Reg, stay close!"

As they disappear into the darkness, flames and gunfire reveal a city under siege.



(You want a HATED Villain? I give you Bodakia RAAM - The half blood human/Locust son of RAAM and Brutal Murderer of Marcus Fenix!)

                                           
 
 
GEARS OF WAR
"New Blood"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Genesis For Genocide! Ashley Fenix Prologue...
 
 
“30 years ago my Grandfather created a weapon to rid Sera of a Pandemic known as Lambency. The ‘Imulsion Countermeasure Weapon’ or ICW as it was called. The weapon utilized radiation to attack and destroy the cells of Imulsion parasites and everything that hosted them, including my grandfather. He gave his life so that the people of Sera could live free of lambency. What he didn’t know, was that he hadn’t just created a weapon. No, he had created something so much more. Something so important, that it would change everything!”


“As destructive as the waves of radiation were to all that were infected with Lambency, they had a polar effect on all that were not. At first there were just little signs; victims of Rust Lung were cured. The number of people suffering from the common cold reduced by 75%. Then, after two years, not only were there no reported cases of the common cold, but Influenza had vanished as well. After three years, sickness and disease no longer existed on Sera. Citizens who were once diagnosed with terminal illness, were now expected to only pass via old age. I owe my very existence, to my grandfather. My mother, was once told she would never bare children, yet four years after the ICW was activated, she became pregnant with twins. The ICW also had a tremendous impact on the rejuvenation of the planet. All life on Sera began to thrive and flourish. By A.E 27, a decade after ICW activation, the planet had restored itself. The countless scars from Hammer drops were gone, overgrown with vegetation, Sera had become a planet reborn.”


“But all good things come to an end... In A.E 32 the ICW suddenly deactivated. They said it had just run its’ course. But, some spoke of treachery and sabotage! Either way, that’s when everything started to change. Some citizens started to vanish, never to be heard from again. Others spoke of strange sightings and monsters in the night. "It was just the way of the world", my mother would say, "people, will be people. Stories will be told, but the monsters are all dead. Your grandfather saw to that! I believed her, until I couldn’t believe her anymore, until that fateful night in A.E 33. That night the monsters came. My mother and father tried to fight them off, but they were caught off guard and defenseless. My brothers and I watched in horror, as our parents were slain before our eyes. Barely escaping alive, we fled into the darkness! I was eight years old...”.



“...It’s been 14years now, since Damon Baird saved us from the Locust horde. He took us to the only safe place left on Sera, Onyx. A large military City named after an old COG Elite unit, known as the Onyx Guard. Led by the late Chairman, Victor Hoffman, the city was built upon a layer of solid rock, making the ground impenetrable. A fortified wall stands 300ft high, all the way around the perimeter. Land Hammer cannons are strategically stationed in towers, atop the wall. Manned by tower guards, 24/7 they protect the city from all angles of attack. Onyx, was built for one purpose and one purpose only, to protect its habitants from any known form of hostile threat. A threat that Victor Hoffman long warned about, but few adhered.”


“Once ridiculed for his drastic military tactics, Hoffman, is now martyred, as the savior of humanity. If it wasn’t for the city of Onyx, the citizens of Sera would have been crushed! As wave after wave of the Locust Horde, advanced out of the depths of the Hollow. Led by their ruthless leader, Bodakia RAAM, the locust destroyed everything in their wake. Thousands fled to Onyx, to hide and regroup behind its massive walls and awesome firepower. The locust, attempted an all-out assault on the city, trying to end the plague known as humanity, once and for all. Their attempt was in vain! The tower guards opened fire, as they approached. Rays of brilliant light, streamed from the land hammers and tore through their ranks, killing thousands in mere minutes! The locust, were defeated so miserably, that to this day, they have never attempted to breach the city again. Instead, they prey on any who dare live and traverse, beyond thier precious walls.”


“After losing our parents, Victor Hoffman, became like a grandfather to us. I still chuckle every time I see that huge statue of him, outside Onyx headquarters. It always reminds me of the day we arrived, with Baird. Hoffman, was very insistent, while informing us of his ability to foresee the future and he definitely, had a way with words, “I told you Sons a B*tches this would happen!” he arrogantly proclaimed. “God**mned locust, grub hole digging Sons a *****es!” he continued to rant. But as tough as Victor was on the exterior, he was also a kind and caring man inside. Especially, when it came to Adam and I. He tried with Reg as well, but Reg has always been a hard shell to crack. Well, atleast ever since mom and dad died, anyways. We grew up under Victors guidance, well mostly anyways. Of course there was also Uncle Baird, Bernie, Sam and Mr. Train, as he liked us to call him, silly Augustus”.


“Growing up in Onyx, I would categorize as kind of like growing up in boot camp. It’s just the way life is now. We had to learn to fight, to shoot, to strategize and to ultimately kill. Adam, preferred to call it surviving, as he would tell me. But not Reginald, he liked nothing more than combat training. If he wasn’t sparring with his trainer, then he was usually beating up on a manikin, he named RAAM. Yes, life was hard, but you know what, life is hard and Victor wanted us to be prepared, for reality. Still, it wasn’t always about violence and cunning. We had fun too! When we had time, I would hang out with my best friend, Mika Cole. She was always a blast and never ceased to make me laugh, with her classic one liners and carefree attitude. Some say, she’s a lot like her father. I say, she’s hilarious and I know, I can always trust her at my back.”


“Every male citizen of Onyx is required to join the military, at age 18. There, they're expected to serve for a minimum, of 10yrs. It is considered an honor to most and most young boys boast of the day, they'll become a soldier and maybe even an Onyx guard, someday. The day Adam and Reg turned 18, I helped Adam pack his things and walked with him, down to the Academy. When I returned, I heard Victor and Reg arguing inside the house, then the front door slammed and Reg was just gone. I ran as fast as I could to the top of the wall. The whole time I was hoping, (praying) to maybe wave to him or to at least see him, one last time. But all I could see, was the faint trail of dust in the distance, left by his rat bike. Victor was obviously upset about Reg's departure, but he refused to talk about it. He would just say that Reginald was a man now and was making a man’s choices. That was the last time I saw my brother and the last time that my brother would ever see Victor Hoffman, alive”.


“Victor, was a fighter, threw and threw. No matter how hard Bernie would try to persuade him, he would never stop looking for a relic, known as the Arch. We know little about the relic, just that some ancient scriptures, found by a group of miners during the Age of Immulsion, spoke of it. Immediately seized by the COG hierarchy, the writings were highly classified and few ever knew of their existence. Victor Hoffman, was one of those few. Said to be thousands of years old, the writings told of a biogenetic transfer device, but that’s all Victor would say. Whatever it is, it obviously intrigued and frightened him, as he insisted that if it fell into the wrong hands, the results would be catastrophic! All we know, is that he believed it to be the key to our salvation and devoted his life to finding it”.


“In AE 42, while searching for the Arch in the Summerian Mountains, Hoffman, with his Onyx special forces (OSF) unit, was ambushed by a horde of locusts as they crossed the Tamok pass. Led by their Glycon commander, General Kraag, the locust were formidable indeed and the Onyx forces barely withstood the attack. But, the victory, did not come without a price. Victor Hoffman, had been critically wounded, when a mortar shell exploded at his feet. His last command was that Damon Baird, be appointed Chairman of Onyx. Quoted as saying, “Damon is the only Son of a B*tch worthy!”. He then pulled Damon close to him and spoke under his breath, as so others could not hear. No one knows what he said to Damon Baird that day. But it was obvious that the words, had a dramatic impact on him. He had become as driven as Hoffman once was, maybe even more, driven, to find the Arch”.

"Leutinant Ashley Fenix, signing out".









Act 1 - Scene One: I, My Fathers Keeper!


“Reg... Reg… REGINALD!” Marcus yells, shaking Reg by the shoulder. Grabbing ahold of Regs PJs Marcus practically drags him out of bed. “We have to go Reg, do you understand me? We have to go NOW!” Marcus insists. Still not completely awake the young boy nods in agreement while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Scurrying down the hall they meet up with Anya, Adam and Ashley before quickly descending the stairs and heading for the front room of the house. A consistent thud can be heard at the back door, sounding like a battering ram is about to burst through at any moment.

As they enter the front room there’s a loud pound at the front door, just a few feet from where they stand. The suddenness of the impact startles the children and Ashley starts to cry. Now trapped, Marcus looking partly pissed but mostly concerned for his children tells them to hide in the coat closet. Kneeling down to their level Marcus looks at the boys, “No matter what happens, no matter what you hear, you DO NOT come out of this closet. You have to protect yourselves; you have to protect your little sister!” he commands.

Ashley suddenly leaps at him, wrapping her arms around his thick neck. Holding her tight for a few seconds he whispers into her ear, “Don’t cry little Ash, daddy’s here.” Knowing there’s not much time Marcus unwillingly ends the embrace. Wiping the tears from Ashley’s face with his thumbs he winks at her and smiles. Just like he’s done countless times before when she was hurt and needed her father. Ashley sniffles and then reaches out. Her tiny fingers traversing the beautiful scar on her father’s face, she manages to muster up a smile in return. “That’s my girl” Marcus says proudly.

Standing up he looks down at the children, “You have to be strong now. You’re all going to do great things, important things, you understand?!” He tells them. They nod in agreement. As Marcus shuts the door the children can see their mother standing behind him. With tears in her eyes she blows them a kiss and gently waves goodbye.

“Anya, GO!” Marcus demands.

Anya shakes her head in disobedience “No Marcus, I won’t” she replies.

“Annyaaa” Marcus growls. “You have to hide, for the children”.

Knowing he’s right she reluctantly nods in compliance. They quickly embrace and then she runs off into the next room. The front door suddenly disintegrates and chips of wood fill the room like confetti. A large head the size of the entire entrance fills the void. It is Bodakia RAAM, his face covered in blood and screaming he surges toward Marcus, “AAAGGGHHH!”….


…”Ugh”! Reg groans while sitting up in bed, a bead of sweat runs down his brow. Flipping the covers off he rotates his hips and places his feet on the floor. Sitting on the edge of the bed he leans forward resting an elbow on each thigh and interlocking his hands between his legs. Looking extremely pissed off his hazzle eyes survey the floor while his fingers grind together.

“What’s wrong Reg?” asks Rebecca Lennox, as she sits up behind him placing her hand on his shoulder. “Bad dreams again?” she continues to inquire.

“I’m fine!” Reg insists with a scruffy voice, looking back over his shoulder.

“Anything I can do?” she asks.

“No” he calmly replies, turning his gaze back to the floor.
The determination growing on his face he rises out of bed. “I know what I have to do!” He says, as he walks away.

“Hold up there stud.” she replies. “I’m coming with!”


It’s an early summer day on Sera. The Amaki birds are screeching and soaring about. Their vibrant blue, yellow and red feathers are hard to miss with the lush greens of the Valmere forest back drop. Down below, a few Stugmires are gathering around a drinking hole, their long snouts protruding from their piggish faces. One youngling accidentally submerges his snout while trying to drink from the murky pond. His eyes suddenly bulge as he realizes he is not an amphibious creature. Gaging as he removes his snout from the water he turns to another youngling as if to ask for an explanation for what is happening. The other youngling looking just as perplexed stares on in disarray, tilts his head from side to side and grunts with uncertainty. With a sudden blast he discharges his snout right into the younglings face. Standing there slime dripping from his chubby cheeks, eyes blinking, he looks around unsure of what to do.

Slowly his tongue peeks out just far enough to take a small sampler of the slimy goo. Satisfied that it’s not so bad, he grunts then a long spiky tongue extends slapping around his face. The other youngling joins in as if to apologize. Both now seem to be enjoying themselves a little too much and fail to notice a Nasgerath’s large scaly body emerging from the depths of the water. As his powerful jaws slowly open revealing razor sharp teeth he lunges forward at his prey. Caught off guard, both of the younglings are completely severed in half before they even knew what happened.

As the Nasgerath gnaws away on their corpses their back feet kick and skirmish, still trying to run in the opposite direction. Finishing up the left overs he pauses for a moment. In the distance a small rumble is growing louder and louder. With the sound drawing nearer and quickly approaching the Nasgerath retreats back into his dwelling. A moment later a Storm Chaser goes roaring past on the road above followed closely by a Pack Horse and a Wraith.

Inside the Wraith Johnny Cavalera is driving while bobbing his head up and down to a melodic beat http://www.gearsofwarfans.com/t3740-new-blood-music#29416.The music barely overcoming the constant Hum of the Wraiths revved 10 cylinder engine. Reaching down he turns up the volume, "Hell yeah" he says, before performing a quick air drum impression ending with a symbol smash.

Sitting behind him, in the middle of the backseat, William Krum is methodically checking his gear. He pulls an 18” combat knife from a sheath on his boot, examines the blade and then sheathes it. Removing a pistol from a holster on his chest he quickly pops the clip out with the press of his thumb. Catching it with his other hand, he examines the ammo then slaps it back into the weapon and re-holsters it. Picking up a Gnasher from the seat next to him he begins frantically loading rounds into the chamber. “You know it Cav”! He says, “It’s time to Rock N’ Roll brother”!

Riding shotgun, Sineca Crow glances back at William, smirks and shakes her head “Fucking Billy man” she mumbles. Standing up a Serian oak Bow that was resting on her shoulder, she examines the draw. Then spins it around and attaches a digital anemometer to its base. Again resting the bow on her shoulder she looks out the passenger window watching as the trees are whipping past. Biting down on her lower lip she slightly smiles and her head begins to bob just a little as she tries to hide her approval of the infectious beat.

Just ahead of them Abran Mason is puffing on a large cigar in the driver’s seat of his Pack Horse. Built like a rock his huge arms barely flex even though the suburban vehicle practically rides like a tank and is bouncing all over the road. Sitting shotgun Jimmy Sato is trying really hard to load a revolver with very little success because of all the bouncing.

“TANK, can you try NOT to hit eeeveryyy freaking bump in the road man?” He asks, looking over at Abran.

Finally, after getting the last round into the chamber he slaps the revolver. As it clicks together Jimmy laughs out loud at his accomplishment then grins at Abran. Suddenly the Pack Horse hits a large rut in the road and Jimmy accidentally discharges his weapon. Scared shitless by the discharge he drops the revolver on to the floor board. “Fuck Me!” he shouts, looking down at the gun then back up in the general direction the weapon was pointing when it went off. His eyes widening he begins to frantically apologize to Abran. “Holyshit! Are you alright Tank? I almost shot your fucking face off!”

Abran, sitting calmly, his cheeks puffing in and out and his eyes partially crossing, is trying unsuccessfully to reignite his now cherry less cigar. Looking over at Jimmy then back to the road Tanks cheeks puff one last time. He rolls the cigar around his lips a few times, then reaches up, removes it from his mouth and throws it out the window.

Feeling uneasy about what just transpired, Jimmy leans over as far as he possibly can toward his side of the Pack Horse. Keeping both eyes on Abran and one hand on the door handle, he prepares to jettison himself if need be. Abran, a frown growing on his face raises his chiseled chin in the air and takes a couple of deep breaths through his nose. His face now turning red and his head beginning to look as though it might explode.

Jimmy, who is becoming more and more nervous by the second begins to slightly tug on the door handle.

Abran suddenly bursts into laughter “Hahahahaha”! “HAHAHAHAHA” the laughter grows as Alistar Krum joins in. Perched on his turret in the back of the pack horse, he leans down and yells through his laughter.

“I think Bones needs to change his bloody underwear, he just shiiit all over himself, Ahhhahaha! You’d better stick to those electrical pea shooters of yours mate, leave the real guns to the big boys”!

Abran, now laughing even harder begins slowing down the vehicle. The Storm Chaser leading the convoy is slowly coming to a halt.


Reg, sitting atop his Storm Chaser with Rebecca at his six, they stare at a cross roads leading into the remnants of Valmere. He puts his right hand up to his temple activating coms with the group and begins shouting out orders. “Tank, take left flank and circle around to the Chancellors residence. Cav, take the right. No coms unless you run into trouble!” he commands. “And Cav, kill that damn music will ya!”

Johnny leans down to turn off the music, “Shit, how does he always kn--?”
“Really” Sineca cuts him off.

Looking baffled Johnny tries to reply, “Wh--”?
“You can’t be serious”? She cuts him off again.

William now laughing gives his two cents from the back seat. “She’s got a point Cav. Hell I bet you even have a beat already lined out for your damn funeral”?

Glancing back at William then smiling at Sineca before returning his eyes to the road. Johnny replies, “Well, you know what they say. All work and no play (William chimes in) MAKES JOHNNY A DULL BOY”, they finish in harmony. “Hahahahaha…” They both laugh. Johnny raises his hand up over his shoulder exposing his palm to William, William slaps it.

“Children, I swear”, Sineca responds to the laughter filling the Wraith.


Turning his attention back to the road Reg thinks about the last time he was in Valmere. The last night he saw his parents alive and how the beasts drove him from his home when he was just twelve years old. He wonders for a moment what lies ahead. Does his childhood home even stand? Will he find what he’s come all this way for or will it all be burned to ash? Will he find his parents corpses still lying on the floor rotted to bone? Or did that monster take them, desecrate them? That thought begins to enrage him, “I’ll kill that Son of A Bitch!” he thinks to himself. Revving his bike he looks back over his shoulder “And we’re going right through the center of town” he says.

“Fuck Yeah!” Rebecca replies, “Let’s kick some ass!”

They both lean forward as Reg pops the clutch spewing a rooster tail of dirt high into the air as the bike surges ahead.

As they enter the city Reg slows the bike in order to avoid all the debris that covers the streets. Valmere was once the greatest city to emerge at the end of the Imulsion era, now it’s just a shadow of its former glory. Rubble from collapsed buildings litters the streets. Once peaceful homes are now burned to the ground and overgrown with vegetation. Reg can still hear the laughter of children playing in the streets, memories from long ago. He can also hear the screams of his neighbors as they roll past a large pole riddled with the bones of several skeletons still tied too it.

“You seeing this shit Reg”?, Jimmy’s voice comes over com link.

Johnny quickly chimes in, “Yeah we’ve got human shish kabobs all over the place; someone had a serious hard on for the residents of Valmere that’s for sure”!

“Yeah I see it” Reg replies. “Now shut your freakin pie holes, no coms without enemy engagement”!

In the center of town Reg hesitates for a min as they approach the main street that leads up to the Chancellors residence. With mixed emotions he stares down that long road at his childhood home. As intrigued as he is to see the place still standing. Still completely intact and minus the overgrowth of vegetation, still looking like home. A part of him was hoping to never see it again. Hoping that it would be completely destroyed! Yet there it stands the largest house on the block, mostly unscathed. A house once filled with hopes, dreams, love and respect. Now who knows what terrors lurk behind its walls. As he ponders his thoughts, Abrans Pack Horse and Johnny’s Wraith arrive from adjacent directions and fall in line behind the Storm Chaser.

“The Locust really hit this place hard, looks like they were trying to send a message” Rebecca says in a somber tone.

As her words sink into Regs thoughts he begins to realize what horrors lie before them. The entire street is outlined with the skeletons of the cities former residents. Each tied to a pole, their head removed and placed at their feet. Each with a different engraving on their skull presumably carved into their forehead while they were still alive. As much as Reg didn’t want to give Bodakia the privilege of reading his handy work he couldn’t help but notice the markings. “Infidel”, “Scum”, “Weak”, “Puny” they read and on one the left side of the skull is caved in leaving just three letters visible on the right, “OKE”. As he rolls past, looking back he can see two more letters on the caved in left side, “BR”.

“What kind of man would carve that into another man’s skull just before bashing it in? Played out like some kind of sick joke!” Reg thinks to himself. Then the realization sets in, he’s not dealing with men. “Yeah, a message” Reg replies in anger. Having seen enough he revs his bike and accelerates quickly down the rest of the street leading up to his parents’ home.

“This is some fucked up shit”! Jimmy says. “I heard of places like this but I didn’t truly believe it, till now anyways”.

“Man you ain’t seen nothin” Abran replies! “At least all these poor bastards are already rotted, stench gone. It’s the stench that gets you man, rotting flesh!”

“Welcome to the D…Z… mates, we’re now livin by Rafferty’s Rules” Alistar says. “It’s like a stroll down memory lane, a walk through fucking history if you will! And all these poor buggers, they’re the bloody history! A lesson to be learned Bones, lesson to be learned”.

“Yeah, true that, the “STAR” speaks the truth Bones. The people will never believe that shit again! Locust are dead, my black ass! You can’t kill a god damn cockroach! They just adapt man, little bastards morph, get smarter, start writing shit on people’s skulls”! Abran sounds off.

Up ahead as the Storm Chaser rolls to a stop Reg puts his feet down firmly on the ground. In one fluid motion, Rebecca lifts her left foot high into the air, spins around, dismounts the bike and walks toward the oncoming Pack Horse. Directing traffic with hand signals she points to the ground then raises her arms in a circular pattern, interlocking her fingers over her head.

“Must be expecting company if she’s calling for Camo formation” Jimmy says.

Following her directions Abran pulls the Pack Horse in close to the Storm Chaser. Johnny pulls his Wraith in close as well.

“Bones get the Optic-cam up!” Reg commands.

“On it” he replies.

After shuffling around in the back compartment of the Pack Horse Jimmy returns with a large case shaped like a box. He sets it on the ground between the vehicles and presses a button on the side. The case hums and beeps before locking mechanism are heard disengaging. As the case automatically opens a rod extends out of it 12ft. straight up into the air. Once fully extended, Jimmy opens a hatch at the base of the unit exposing a touch screen and begins tapping and sliding his fingers across it. The machine begins to hum louder and the tip of the rod begins to glow as arcs of electricity crackle through the air. Then in a brilliant flash of light the entire group disappears, vehicles and all.

Regs voice can suddenly be heard out of thin air. “Star, Tank and Bones circle around to the back entrance. Cav, Sin and Billy you got the side entrance on the South. Rebecca and I are going in the front. This will be our rally point if we are compromised, understood? Good, now gear up and let’s move”! Like some kind of magic trick Reg appears from nowhere, then Rebecca after him. As they make their way toward the front entrance Johnny, Sin and William suddenly appear as well and head toward the side of the home. Then Alistar appears followed closely by Jimmy.

“Yo Bones”, Jimmy hears Abran call out to him from behind.
Turning around Jimmy see's Abran’s bodiless head floating in the air with this stupid grin on his face.

“Woah…Woah…Woah…Woah”, Abran jokes, as his head bobs and floats around in a circular pattern.
Jimmy tries not to laugh but can’t help it, Abran looks so ridiculous without his body.

“Hahahaha..”, Abran’s head chuckles, amused that he got a laugh out of Jimmy.

Thinking the prank is over Jimmy turns and starts to walk away.

“Yo Bones” Abran calls out again.
Jimmy stops and thinks for a sec about whether or not he should actually turn around. Curiosity getting the best of him, he turns to see Abran’s arm floating in the air.

“Would you mind giving me a hand Jimmy?” Abran says trying to talk in a sophisticated voice.

Jimmy can’t help but laugh again. “Come on Tank, quit messing around man. Reg is going to get pissed, let’s go”.

Abran finally steps forward revealing his entire self. Chuckling as he looks back at where his Pack Horse should be, “Man I don’t know how you created that thing Bones, but that’s some crazy shit right there!”

“It’s actually pretty simple” Jimmy replies. “It just creates an electrical force field, a bubble of sorts. Then the optic camera transfers background images onto the field. An optical illusion, that’s all it is really.”

“Yeah… simple, riiiight, says the little man with the big brain” Abran blurts out as he heads off towards his objective.


As Reginald approaches the front of the house he motions to Rebecca to take the right side of the door way, while he takes the left. Easing his back up against the wall he slowly slides to his left, until he is in a position to quickly turn and enter the residence. Leaning his head back, he rests it comfortably against the concrete that encapsulates this place he once called home. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath, inhaling through his nose and releasing through his mouth. Doubts begin to cloud his thoughts, “you don’t need to do this, you could just walk away?” He thinks to himself. "F*ck that! I’m a man!” He challenges. “Maybe, but are you truly ready for what lies beyond that door?”

Opening his eyes, he speaks out loud, “for my Father!”

Slowly peaking around the corner, his eyes squint as they dart around the room. The sunlight glares down on his face, making it difficult for him to see very far beyond the illuminated entry way. Glancing over at Rebecca, he nods his head, letting her know that he’s about to breech the entrance.

She nods in compliance, assuring him that she’s ready, and will follow him to the gates of hell, if need be.

Spinning to his left, he simultaneously lifts his weapon to his shoulder and enters the doorway, while aiming down the sights of his rifle. Suddenly, he stops, cold in his tracks, as the silhouettes’ of three frightened little children come running out and pass right through him.

“Reg, you alright” Rebecca asks? Seeing him standing, frozen, in the entry way.

But he is too caught up with the demons dancing in his head to reply. “I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you”, a little boy’s cries echo! “Ugh”, he hears his father’s painful gasp!

Somehow, pushing through his near catatonic state, he manages to step inside the door way. Looking to his right, he is shocked and horrified, when he sees his father, pinned to the wall like a fly in someone’s insect art collection. RAAMs sword still stuck in his chest, he just dangles there like a rag doll, as blood drips from his mouth and runs down the blade of the sword, then drips into a pool of red on the floor.

He suddenly feels a soft breath on his left ear, “Reginald” a woman whispers.

Startled, he gasps, and whips his head to the left. His gut sinks, as he sees Anya, standing in the corner of the room, right in front of the closet he hid in as a child and watched her die. “Mom” he mumbles in disbelief, as his arms become limp and fall to his side, pointing his weapon to the floor.

“Oh my god” Rebecca sighs, as she walks into the room.

Reginald stands with his back to her, staring off into a corner. To his right, it looks as though someone had been brutally murdered with an Axe. The wall is chipped away and stained with dried blood that streaks down to the floor. At the base of the wall lies a partially clothed headless skeleton, wearing only a tank top and pants, but apparently no shoes. Around Reginald the room is practically destroyed, littered with broken furniture and blood stained wood. It’s obvious that an enormous struggle had taken place here, leaving at least one poor soul to die, and to rot, on the floor. Walking up beside Reginald, she begins to understand what commands his attention.

Before him, lying on the floor, in the corner of the room, is yet another headless skeleton. Dressed in women’s sleep attire, fine Seran silk covers most of her remains. Rebecca doesn’t truly know why, but it’s obvious that Reginald is distraught as he stares, solemnly, at the woman’s corpse.

They’ve seen hundreds if not thousands, of dead, scattered about Sera on their many ventures. So why is this different, why does this seem personal to him? How can it be that this man that she’s never seen falter or fail, suddenly, be standing here with such a defeated look on his face. She wants to approach him, ask him, “What the hell is wrong with you?” But then it dawn’s on her, her conflict isn’t with him, no, it’s within her. She never knew how she would react to seeing him in pain, because he’d never shown pain, or weakness, for that matter. He was the strongest, toughest son of a b*tch she had ever known! But there he stands, looking broken, like a child that had lost his way.

“OMG...” she thought, “it’s his mother!”

Suddenly, she found herself even more conflicted. “But this is the Chancellor’s residence; this was the home to Marcus and Anya Fenix!”

Every Seran knows the stories of Marcus, Anya and Delta squad. After all, it’s the most fabled tale ever told in Seran history.

“But if that’s true, it means… he’s a Fenix!”

“Holy crap, have I been shacking up with the son of Marcus and Anya Fenix?!” The thought somehow excites her, yet upsets her at the same time.

“Why didn’t he tell me?”

Then she realizes, she’s never asked, hell, no-one has! Sharing last names just isn’t really something Seran’s do anymore.

“Have we become so adapt to losing people, that we don’t even care to, truly, know who they are anymore?” She questions herself. The thought disturbs her and she wonders for a moment, “Have we become an uncaring people? Have the locust taken away our morality, our humanity? Am I just a heartless B*TCH!?”

Pondering her thoughts, her face turns slightly pale, caused by her own mind f*ck, upsetting her stomach. Slowly, raising her gaze from the corpse in the corner of the room, she looks over to Reginald. His eyes glazed and watery, she thinks to herself, “I’m not a heartless b*tch, I can’t be!”

Then, for the first time in her life, she acknowledges something she never thought possible, “I’m in love with this man!”

Placing her right hand on Reginald’s shoulder she asks him softly, “Are you ok?”

Reginald slowly closes his eyes, compressing the water that has formed over his retinae, it causes a tear to slip out from under his eye lid, which rolls down his cheek, then drips off the side of his jaw, falling to the blood stained floor.

“Ugh” he groans, as he shakes his head, trying to cleanse the demons from his thoughts.

He then looks over at Rebecca and calmly states two simple little words, that tell so much, yet, mean so little, “I’m fine.” He quietly replies.

As he turns away, her hand falls off his shoulder, and he marches over to where his father lays.

Bending down, he sets the butt of his rifle on the floor, propping the barrel against the wall, he begins examining Marcus’s remains. Unable to find his father’s COG tags, it’s really starting to piss him off. “It’s not enough that you took his f*cking head, you had to take his tags as well!?” he thinks to himself.

“You’re a Fenix, aren’t you?” Rebecca asks.

Caught a little of guard by her question, he pauses for a moment. His eyes surveying the bones beneath him, he replies, “Yes”, before continuing on with his search.

“That’s crazy - your parents - what they did… they’re legendary!”

“Yeah, a lot of good that did them” he replies, as he pulls a dull silver key from his father’s pants pocket. Holding the key with his left thumb and index finger, he raises it up to eye level, “and there you are” he mumbles to himself. Storing the key away in a cargo pocket on his left leg, he picks up a silver and gold sword off the floor, then stands, gazing down upon his father’s remains.

“I swear to you father, I will avenge you! I will not stop until I have the Beasts’ f*cking head on a spike! …I know you did everything you could, to protect her, to protect us. …It’s ok; I’ll finish this… for you - for mother - and for the people of Sera!”


“What the f*ck happened in here?” Billy asks, slightly startling Reginald and Rebecca, as he enters the front room.

“Can it Billy!” Rebecca replies, hoping to shut him up before he says something that might get him knocked on his as*.

As the rest of The Pack file into the room, she tries to warn them about what exactly this is, that they’re walking into. Trying to speak to them quietly, her lips move but they can’t make out what she’s trying to say.

The group looks at one another, some shake their head, and others shrug their shoulders, expressing their misunderstanding.

She tries again, a little louder this time, hoping Reg still won’t hear, “It’s h-“

“Time to move”, Reginald cuts her off by finishing her sentence.
 
Turning around, he walks towards the group. As he approaches Rebecca, the two make eye contact and he slightly shakes his head. For a moment, her eyes break away, as she glances down to the floor, and then she slightly nods her head, agreeing to not tell the others.

Looking to the group, Reginald does what he does best, leads!

“Star, behind me lays Marcus and Anya Fenix. I want you to get two body bags off the horse and police up their remains, all of them, do you understand me Alistar?”

“Piss off, Marcus and Anya, did you say?”  He replies.

“That’s right” Reg answers.

“Well F*ck me sideways, you’re f*cking serious, aren’t cha?

Reginald just nods.

“Well I’ll be a monkey’s uncle, I’m on it” Alistar says, as he turns and marches off. “Bloody hell” he can still be heard rambling on as he turns the corner, exiting the front of the home.

“Go with him Billy!” Reg says, nodding his head in the direction Alistar ran off.

“Yes Sir!” he replies, then double times off to catch up with his father.

“Bones, I want a Tracker setup over there, in the middle of the room” Reginald orders, pointing into the kitchen, which is located at the approximate mid-point of the home. “If anything moves within 100 meters, I want to know about it!”

“Moving”, Jimmy responds.

“Tank, you stay here with Bones and cover the front of the house.”

“You got it Reg, just me and my man, Jimmy Bones, haha!” Abran replies.

“And let me guess, Sin and I, will clear the rest of the house?” Johnny asks, in an uninspired tone, bordering on sarcasm.

Reginald looks over at Johnny, “That’s what I love about you Cav, you’re the smartest son of a b*tch I've ever met. However, you don’t need to clear the whole house, just the rest of this floor-and-ah-oh yeah… the basement!” Reginald chuckles, as he adds a tad bit more information with a slight hint of his own sarcasm. “Be careful down there, it may be partially flooded if the sub-pump hasn’t been run in a while!”

“Rebecca and I will clear the upstairs, now let’s move our as*es, we don’t have all day here!”

As Reginald and Rebecca make their way up the stairs, Johnny turns to Sineca, “Do you really think he meant that?” he asks her.

“Meant what?” she replies.

“You know, about me being so f*cking smart?” he says, with a hint of laughter.

“Come on Cav, we all know Bones is some kind of freaking boy genius, what do you think?!” She says, turning and walking toward the next room.

Johnny hesitates for a second, smirks, then begins to follow Sineca down the hall, “As*hole!” he mumbles, glancing up toward the footsteps thumping the floor over his head.




Jimmy takes a knee, removes his back pack and places it on the floor. He opens a flap on the side and pulls out a metallic cylinder shaped canister, approximately 18 inches long. Twisting the lid it comes off and falls to the side, dangling by a small chain attachment. Placing his free hand over the opening, he turns it upside down releasing its contents. A black devise resembling a folded up tri-pod with a metallic sphere attached at the top, falls into his hand. He extends three support legs of the pod, they snap into place with a slight clicking sound. Then he stands the devise on the floor in the center of the kitchen and begins rummaging through his back pack once again.

“Where the hell are you, you little sh*t” he talks to himself. “Ah-ha” he says, expressing a bit of joy and relief at the same time.


God knows, Reginald would not have been happy with him, had he lost the tracking remote leaving the devise all but useless and the group vulnerable to a surprise attack. Granted, the tracker is only dependable up to 100 meters, but still, that’s better than the enemy knocking at the front door, unannounced! That scenario would surely end poorly for him and his friends as speed and stealth are essential to their survival, in this world, dominated by the locust horde.


Removing a small leather pouch from his pack he opens it up and takes a touch pad remote out of it. Holding it in his left hand he touches the screen with his right index finger. A flashing vertical line appears on the screen and then disappears for a few seconds followed by a message, “Scanning for compatible devices… Please stand by…”

Jimmy shakes his head, impatiently waiting.

“Tracker 113 detected… Would you like to connect…?” the screen inquires.

He touches the screen to comply.

“Connecting… Would you like to activate Tracking devise 113…?”

“Yes” he thinks to himself, touching the screen.

“Are you sure…?” the screen questions.

“OMG, yes!” he spurts out loud as he confirms his command by rapidly tapping on the screen.

Without further warning, a rod shoots out of the bottom of Tracker 113 penetrating the hardwood beneath it and anchoring itself to the floor. The suddenness of the event startles Jimmy and he nearly drops the da*m remote, a subtle reminder as to why he added the precaution in the first place.

“That was awesome!” he chuckles to himself, amused with his own handy work.


Over hearing the commotion from his post in the front room, Abran shouts out, “Damn Bones, I don’t know what you’re cooking up in there, but make enough for two, I’m starvin!”

As Jimmy continues to program 113 via the remote, he looks over his shoulder, in the general direction Abran addressed him from. “Yeah, well what would you like me to muster up for ya brah, maybe some hot cakes or, I know… how about some scrambled eggs with a hash brown and a nice side of bacon?” “How’s that sound?” Jimmy shouts back.

“OHHH SH*T, now you’re talking Bones, Mother Fuc*in bacon, OMG… I would kill for that sh*t right there!” “There isn’t a locust in the world that could keep my as* off that plate!” “I’d be like, NOM,nom,nom… get off me bit*h… nom.. nom... I’m eatin my bacon! Nom,nom,nom…” he continues making chomping sounds, while throwing his arms in the air like he’s tossing grubs, and shaking his head like a starving animal that has just bitten into its first kill in weeks.

Jimmy can’t help but laugh at the odd noises coming from Abran, as he continues to stomp around in the next room.

“Fuc*ing Tank man.” He thinks to himself, and then mumbles under his breath, “sorry bro, no bacon in here, just dust and death man, that’s about it.”


Now that tracker 113 has securely fastened itself into place, the metallic sphere at the top of its base begins to elevate and open slowly. As its spherical walls come down, several metal rings are revealed from within, each beginning to rotate within the other. Accelerating at a rapid pace, the rings quickly become a blur to the naked eye until an aura of light begins to surround them. The faster they spin, the larger the aura grows until it suddenly disperses, expelling like a silent shockwave of invisible energy, it traverses 100 meters in all directions.

Jimmy takes a step back to observe his surroundings and to watch 113 in action.


Now that it is fully operational, 113 is steadily sending out an energy pulse every 8.5secs. Each pulse penetrates all forms of known matter, in all directions, displaying heat signatures of any living creature that moves within its boundaries onto Jimmy’s touch pad.


Jimmy has already pre-programmed 113 to recognize each Pack member’s heat signature and each show up on his display as a blue tick mark, while unknown signatures show up as red. Just for kicks, Jimmy has added little icons above his friends tick marks allowing him to easily identify who’s who. A little touch he finds personally gratifying and slightly amusing as well. The one drawback of the tracker is if nothing moves during a pulse, then nothing shows up on the display. It’s a minor glitch that Jimmy hasn’t been able to rectify just yet, despite his persistence.

Watching his display, a small counter in the lower right corner is counting down, 4…3…2…1. Suddenly, several blue dots appear on his screen, all within close proximity to his own and each with its own little icon overlay. The dots freeze on the screen for a few seconds and then fade until the next pulse detects their new location.

Jimmy lifts his right arm, extending his middle and index finger he places them against his temple activating coms with the group.

“Tracker is online, nothing but friendlies currently moving within radius.” Reginald hears Bones semi-static yet clearly spoken voice in his ear.

“Nice job Bones!” Reg replies over coms, “Keep an eye on it, we don’t need any surprises!”

“You got it Reg!” he replies, as if he didn’t already know that would be reg’s response.


Jimmy digs through his duffle bag once more, removes a leather brace and straps it to his left wrist. He then takes the tracking remote, presses it against his wrist and it neatly snaps into place. He grabs his remaining gear and heads off back into the front room to rejoin Abran.

“I don’t know about bacon man, but if we get lucky, maybe a nice fat Stugmire will wonder within tracking distance.”

“Hell Yeah!” Abran replies, “Sounds good bro, sounds real good!”





Johnny places his hand on the basement doorknob, turns the handle and slowly the door creaks open. He can barely see more than a few feet beyond the door way, but can make out a spiral metal stairwell descending down into the darkness.

“Well, that’s not creepy at all” he speaks out, to no particular audience.

“Aw… is little Cavy afraid of the dark”? Sineca teases.

“No, me no agusta eso” (No, I don’t like it) he mumbles while staring down into the pitch black, his back to his partner. Johnny rarely speaks his native tongue but it seems to flow by default when he becomes nervous at times.

“What“? Sineca asks.

He flicks the light switch up and down, knowing damn well it’s not going to work, he does it anyways. “Uh… sorry, my mother didn’t raise an impolite fool, where are my manners, ladies first”! he says, as he steps to the left side of the doorway and looks back at Sineca.

Sineca reaches back with her right hand and pulls a flash light from the side of her back pack and then attaches it to the underside of her assault rifle. “Pu*sy”! She says, as she turns on the light and pushes past Johnny to begin her descent into the darkness.

“I… maybe, and maybe, usted es una mujer loca”(you are a crazy woman)! He says, with a smirk and a chuckle as he attaches his light and follows her down.

Descending the long circular stairwell, they make their way down to the basement of the residence. With every step comes the clang of hard rubber on metal, the further they progress the louder their steps become as they echo around the concrete walls of a rather large sub floor.

“WTF”!? Sineca says displaying here discontent as she stops her descent, the light from her weapon bounces off a sheen of murky water that hides the flooring and the bottom of the stairwell.

“Sh*t, how deep do you think it is”? Johnny asks.

Sineca shines her light around the room, cabinets and shelves can be seen protruding from the water.

“My guess is 2-3ft. maybe, only one way to find out”. She says as she continues down the steps, submerging herself into the water.

Johnny waits on the stairs, shinning his light on Sineca, he watches as the water ripples off her movement and her lower half slowly disappears in its depth. She hesitates, the water now up to her belly button.

“If this isn’t the bottom, I’m done here”! She thinks to herself, and then begins exploring the floor with her right foot. “I’m on the bottom, now come on, let’s get this over with”! She shouts at Johnny, as she carefully wades forward through some floating debris.

“Oh… it’s confirmed, you’re definitely a crazy woman”! Johnny mumbles as he submerges his left foot and then his right.

“What”?! She asks as she stops for a second, waiting for his reply.

“Nothing, just saying I’m right behind you… uh… HOLY SH*T THIS IS COLD”! He says with a surprised shiver, as the water comes up to his crotch.

Sineca laughs, she can't help but make a snide comment, “I guess you have a pair after all”.

“Wait, what?!” he asks, a little perturbed by her suggestion that he might not.

“Never mind, let’s just go, the sooner we clear this sump, the sooner we can get the F*ck out of here”!

“What the hell are we supposed to find down here anyways, it’s a damn cesspool”?

“Orders are orders, do you want to go back and tell Reg you pus*ied out”? “No? I didn’t think so, so quite your whining and let’s get this over with”.

“Yes ma’am… moving ma’am… f*ck you ma’am” he babbles in a sarcastic, yet playful tone.

“In your dreams”! She replies, as they move on, wading through the basement.

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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Sat Feb 08, 2014 10:07 pm

That was awesomesauce! Really enjoyed reading that and looking forward to the next part!  Very Happy 
Love the idea of Raams son's revenge!

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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Sat Feb 08, 2014 10:34 pm

I've sent you a PM Fenix. thumbs up

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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Sun Feb 09, 2014 12:09 am

Me want the 2nd part ! Very Happy
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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Sun Feb 09, 2014 2:43 am

Wow, VERY cool. Excited to see where you go with this.  Very Happy 

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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Mon Feb 10, 2014 7:47 am

Thanks everyone! I'll try to update this weekly. I have a ton of ideas in my head it's just a matter of finding the time to write them down. I'm helping my daughter with a publisher this coming week so I'll be traveling quite a bit. I will write when I can. In the mean time I wanted to do a recap of the characters from Scene 0ne. I also wanted to remove the ‘4’ from the title, just didn’t really seem needed.
 
 

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Marcus Fenix - A warrior, a husband, a leader of his people and a loving father. Marcus was the true definition of ‘Badass’! His stories of Heroism and bravery will be archived in Serian history books and told over campfires for a millennia. Every Serian knows they owe their freedom to an old COG outfit led by Marcus Fenix named Delta squad. Marcus, caught off guard and unarmed was brutally murdered by Bodakia RAAM in A.E. 33.
 
(As a hardcore fan of GOW I need to get this off my chest! It wasn't easy for me to kill Marcus. Not only was he a main character and the face of Gears he was one of my Favorite characters of all time! But where heroes die legends are born. The vision I have for GOW is long term and new heroes, new badasses need to rise for that to happen. R.I.P Marcus, I hope I did you justice in your demise. For your Death shall not be in vain!)
 
 
Adam Dominic Fenix - First born son (by 13 mins.) of Marcus and Anya Fenix. Adam was named after his grandfather the late Adam Fenix and Marcus' best friend Dominic Santiago. Adam has always been a thinker and has an uncanny ability to stay calm and collected in the worst of scenarios.
 
 
Reginald Fenix - Twin brother of Adam, second born son to Marcus and Anya Fenix. As the story goes Marcus and Anya weren’t expecting twins and therefore didn’t have a name prepared for his birth. After delivering the twins Anya said she’d rather take on an entire Regiment of Locust then to ever do that again. Marcus laughed, looked down at his son and said. “You hear that, your momma says you’re tougher than an entire Regiment of grubs!”. “Well, 'Reg' it is then little man”, “Reginald ‘Ass Kicker’ Fenix!” he proclaimed.
 
 
Ashley Fenix - Daughter of Marcus and Anya Fenix. She was born four years after her older brothers. 'Ash' as most refer to her as, may have the mind of her mother but don’t let that mislead you. For the fire of her fathers heart burns bright within her.
 
 
Bodakia RAAM - Half blood Son of General RAAM. A powerful beast with a cunning mind. The only thing greater then his hatred for mankind is his will to put an end to the Fenix bloodline. Leading an all out attack on Valmere and Chancellor Fenix. He Brutally murdered the Fenix’s in their own home, in front of their three children.
 
 
Capt. Rakkar - Bodakias' personal bodyguard. A ruthless brute with a hunger for human flesh. He once carefully skewed a man as not to kill him. Just to cook him slowly, slicing his meat from his bones while he was still alive!
 
 
Anya Fenix - Chancellor of Valmere (the largest non militarized city left on Sera). She will be remembered as arguably the greatest Chancellor the Serians have ever known. It was through her leadership and love for mankind that the people of Sera united. The decimated, war torn planet had began to rebuild and civilization had begun to thrive once again. Married to Marcus Fenix, they had three children before her untimely demise at the hands of Capt. Rakkar.
 
 
Damon Baird - Once a member of the famed Gears Delta squad. Damon had become a member of the high council of Valmere and the Chancellors most trusted advisor. His contributions to the rebuilding of the Serian civilization will be forever remembered by the free people. As will his cocky attitude!
 
 
 
So, I’m curious. Which new character or characters are you looking forward to getting to know the most?
 
How do you feel about Marcus' death?


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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Wed Feb 12, 2014 8:10 am

Looking forward to seeing what happens to the kids, especially in their older years.
Poor Marcus  Sad  but I think I can see where you are going with it ( a new generation) so will be interesting to see.

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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Wed Feb 12, 2014 9:38 am

A. D. Fenix- thanks for the great read. Was refreshing to take a step forward in the timeline following what should be the end of the Locust problem. Tragic that it is the end of the movie for the first chapter LOL.

As a point of clarity for the scar on Marcus' face, that was done by a guard dog while he was imprisoned in the Slab. (see Gears of War: The Slab by Karen Traviss).
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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Wed Feb 12, 2014 4:26 pm

Thanks Magnuson24. I am familiar with the book although its been awhile. But yeah the guard had a thing for Marcus. Luckily Reeve was around atleast I think that was his name if I remember right. I did only say a battle fought long ago. I can see how that can be interpreted as something different though for someone that didnt know. I will change the verbiage to better clarify. That's the beauty of this story. Like I said in another thread. This is something that we "The Fans" can help create together. So thank you for your feedback. Also, I try to proof read for things like spelling and grammar. But rest assured there will be errors as I don't want to spend ALOT of time with editing. So by all means if something stands out feel free to let me know if it's driving you nuts! Wink

I can also see what you mean by the end of the movie. But it's really quite the opposite. I needed that to set the tone for this story and to get your attention. Wink

I figured the 1st question I would get was, "Anya is sterile, how could she have kids?" lol...

Oh, how indeed!


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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Thu Feb 13, 2014 12:56 am

Oh yeah I totally forgot about Anya being sterile! Shall be interested in how you explain that one  Very Happy 

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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Sun Feb 16, 2014 7:58 am

Moved to OP.


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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Sun Feb 16, 2014 8:43 pm

Excellent! Love the idea of the machine curing people as well as getting rid of the lambent creatures. Another fantastic read!  Very Happy 

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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Tue Feb 18, 2014 6:08 am

I really like the idea of a positive side effect.

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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Mon Mar 03, 2014 12:09 pm

Moved to OP



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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Sat Mar 08, 2014 10:23 pm

Really enjoy reading your story. It's helping me with my gears fix  Laughing 

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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Mon Mar 10, 2014 10:48 pm

Really enjoying this. I would have liked one of Marcus' sons to be named "Dominic".

"Dominic" Fenix has a cool ring to it. Cool

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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Tue Mar 11, 2014 1:10 am

Publik NME no1 wrote:
I would have liked one of Marcus' sons to be named "Dominic".

"Dominic" Fenix has a cool ring to it. Cool

Well Adams' middle name is Dominic, so you can refer to him as Dominic if you'd like.  Wink 

I felt that Marcus would want to honor his father and his best friend with his 1st born son. Adam "Dominic" Fenix just flows better for me and makes more sense with Adam being his father.

Besides, where do you think A.D.Fenix came from? I also like the idea that it represents Adam Dominic and also could represent his fathers demise and a new beginning. A.D.Fenix as in "After Marcus Fenix's Death". So it's kind of a two fold thing if you get my drift.  Smile 
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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Tue Mar 11, 2014 3:17 am

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Publik NME no1 wrote:
I would have liked one of Marcus' sons to be named "Dominic".

"Dominic" Fenix has a cool ring to it. Cool

Well Adams' middle name is Dominic, so you can refer to him as Dominic if you'd like.  Wink 

I felt that Marcus would want to honor his father and his best friend with his 1st born son. Adam "Dominic" Fenix just flows better for me and makes more sense with Adam being his father.

Besides, where do you think A.D.Fenix came from? I also like the idea that it represents Adam Dominic and also could represent his fathers demise and a new beginning. A.D.Fenix as in "After Marcus Fenix's Death". So it's kind of a two fold thing if you get my drift.  Smile 

Nice!  Very Happy 

I get what Publik is saying, but I like the way you've handled it Fenix. Well done sir!

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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Wed Mar 12, 2014 10:31 am

Started combining the pieces of the story in the OP. Just wanted to make it easier to read without sifting through pages.

Thanks for all the positive feedback everyone. I'm truly enjoying the time I get to sit down and just think Gears! I'm especially looking forward to sharing the next Scene. I'm excited about it and it is something of a twist. I want to take Gears to the next level, Literally.
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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Thu Mar 13, 2014 1:30 am

I just think that two Adam Fenix's in the lore could get confusing. Cool

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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Sat Mar 22, 2014 6:29 am

wow nice story i am thinking if it would make a goo secondary campaign in new gears
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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Sat Mar 29, 2014 4:54 am

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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Sat Mar 29, 2014 5:13 am

So here's the first installment to what should be a rather lengthy chapter. I will post it here for now then move it to the OP. Make sure you read the new character introductions (up one post) before reading the storyline.

(I’m going to try something a little different here. As a musician by trade I inherently love music and I strongly believe that nothing speaks to people and breaks down walls like music does. Though we may all have our differences because of Nationality, ethnicity, culture or language. Music has no boundaries. As any Gears fan knows, music has played a significant role in the Gears universe. From the melodic “Mad World” and “Heron Blue” in Gears 3, to the Cole Train Rap at the end of Gears 1. Not to mention the theme music for all the games which IMO is some of the greatest theme music ever created. Music has played an important role throughout the series. So I’m going to try something that to my knowledge has really never been done before. I’m going to try and help define moments or things about my characters by occasionally inserting music. But I’m not just going to give you a song; I’m going to give you specific time frames within that song (Time capsules if you will) that directly correlates with what the characters are doing. Crazy Idea, yes I know! But I’m going to do it anyway. This is just a kind of side game I like to play to help with immersion. By all means please skip these sections if you don’t want to play. I will highlight these areas in RED so you can easily spot them. If for some reason (you’re looney like me) you do want to play along. I would like to hear your thoughts. What song would you throw into the mix at that given moment?)

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Act 1 - Scene One: I, My Fathers Keeper!

“Reg... Reg… REGINALD!” Marcus yells, shaking Reg by the shoulder. Grabbing ahold of Regs PJs Marcus practically drags him out of bed. “We have to go Reg, do you understand me? We have to go NOW!” Marcus insists. Still not completely awake the young boy nods in agreement while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Scurrying down the hall they meet up with Anya, Adam and Ashley before quickly descending the stairs and heading for the front room of the house.  A consistent thud can be heard at the back door, sounding like a battering ram is about to burst through at any moment. As they enter the front room there’s a loud pound at the front door, just a few feet from where they stand. The suddenness of the impact startles the children and Ashley starts to cry. Now trapped, Marcus looking partly pissed but mostly concerned for his children tells them to hide in the coat closet. Kneeling down to their level Marcus looks at the boys, “No matter what happens, no matter what you hear, you DO NOT come out of this closet. You have to protect yourselves; you have to protect your little sister!” he commands.

Ashley suddenly leaps at him, wrapping her arms around his thick neck. Holding her tight for a few seconds he whispers into her ear, “Don’t cry little Ash, daddy’s here.” Knowing there’s not much time Marcus unwillingly ends the embrace. Wiping the tears from Ashley’s face with his thumbs he winks at her and smiles. Just like he’s done countless times before when she was hurt and needed her father. Ashley sniffles and then reaches out. Her tiny fingers traversing the beautiful scar on her father’s face, she manages to muster up a smile in return. “That’s my girl” Marcus says proudly.

Standing up he looks down at the children, “You have to be strong now. You’re all going to do great things, important things, you understand?!” He tells them. They nod in agreement. As Marcus shuts the door the children can see their mother standing behind him. With tears in her eyes she blows them a kiss and gently waves goodbye.

“Anya, GO!” Marcus demands. Anya shakes her head in disobedience “No Marcus, I won’t” she replies. “Annyaaa” Marcus growls. “You have to hide, for the children” he says. Knowing he’s right she reluctantly nods in compliance, they quickly embrace and then she runs off into the next room. The front door suddenly disintegrates; chips of wood fill the room like confetti. A large head the size of the entire entrance fills the void. It is Bodakia RAAM, his face covered in blood and screaming he surges toward Marcus, “AAAGGGHHH!”….

…”Ugh”! Reg groans while sitting up in bed, a bead of sweat runs down his brow. Flipping the covers off he rotates his hips and places his feet on the floor. Sitting on the edge of the bed he leans forward resting an elbow on each thigh. His hands interlock between his legs, his fingers grinding together, a pissed off look on his face. “What’s wrong Reg?” asks Rebecca, as she sits up behind him placing her hand on his shoulder. “Bad dreams again?” she continues to inquire. “I’m fine!” Reg insists while looking back over his shoulder. “Anything I can do for you?” she asks. “No” he calmly replies, turning his gaze back to the floor. A look of determination growing on his face he rises out of bed. “I know what I have to do!” He says, as he walks away. “Hold up there stud.” Rebecca replies. “I’m coming with you!”

It’s an early summer day on Sera. The Amaki birds are screeching and soaring about. Their vibrant blue, yellow and red feathers are hard to miss with the lush greens of the Valmere forest back drop. Down below, a few Stugmires are gathering around a drinking hole, their long snouts protruding from their piggish faces. One youngling accidentally submerges his snout while trying to drink from the murky pond. His eyes suddenly bulge as he realizes he is not an amphibious creature.
Gaging as he removes his snout from the water he turns to another youngling as if to ask for an explanation for what is happening. The other youngling looking just as perplexed stares on in disarray, tilts his head from side to side and grunts with uncertainty. With a sudden blast he discharges his snout right into the younglings face. Standing there slime dripping from his chubby cheeks, eyes blinking, he looks around unsure of what to do.

Slowly his tongue peeks out just far enough to take a small sampler of the slimy goo. Satisfied that it’s not so bad, he grunts then a long spiky tongue extends slapping around his face. The other youngling joins in as if to apologize. Both now seem to be enjoying themselves a little too much and fail to notice a Nasgerath’s large scaly body emerging from the depths of the water. As his powerful jaws slowly open revealing razor sharp teeth he lunges forward at his prey. Caught off guard, both of the younglings are completely severed in half before they even knew what happened.

As the Nasgerath gnaws away on their corpses their back feet kick and skirmish, still trying to run in the opposite direction. Finishing up the left overs he pauses for a moment. In the distance a small rumble is growing louder and louder. With the sound drawing nearer and quickly approaching the Nasgerath retreats back into his dwelling. A moment later a Storm Chaser goes roaring past on the road above followed closely by a Pack Horse and a Wraith.

Inside the Wraith Johnny Cavalera is driving while bobbing his head up and down to a melodic beat. (insert your song here) The music barely overcoming the constant Hum of the Wraiths revved 10 cylinder engine. Reaching down he turns up the music before performing a quick air drum impression ending with a symbol smash. Sitting behind him, in the middle of the backseat, William Krum is methodically checking his gear. He pulls an 18” combat knife from a sheath on his boot, examines the blade and then sheathes it. Removing a pistol from a holster on his chest he quickly pops the clip out with the press of his thumb. Catching it with his other hand, he examines the ammo then slaps it back into the weapon and re-holsters it. Picking up a Gnasher from the seat next to him he begins frantically loading rounds into the chamber. “Hell yeah Cav”! He says, “It’s time to Rock N’ Roll brother”!

Riding shotgun, Sineca Crow glances back at William, smirks and shakes her head “Fucking Billy man” she mumbles. Standing up a Serian oak Bow that was resting on her shoulder, she examines the draw. Then spins it around and attaches a digital anemometer to its base. Again resting the bow on her shoulder she looks out the passenger window watching as the trees are whipping past. Biting down on her lower lip she slightly smiles and her head begins to bob just a little as she tries to hide her approval of the infectious beat.

Just ahead of them Abran Mason is puffing on a large cigar in the driver’s seat of his Pack Horse. Built like a rock his huge arms barely flex even though the suburban vehicle practically rides like a tank and is bouncing all over the road. Sitting shotgun Jimmy Sato is trying really hard to load a revolver with very little success because of all the bouncing. “TANK, can you try NOT to hit eeeveryyy freaking bump in the road man?” He asks, looking over at Abran. Finally, after getting the last round into the chamber he slaps the revolver. As it clicks together Jimmy laughs out loud at his accomplishment then grins at Abran. Suddenly the Pack Horse hits a large rut in the road and Jimmy accidentally discharges his weapon.

Scared shitless by the discharge he drops the revolver on to the floor board. “Fuck Me!” he shouts, looking down at the gun then back up in the general direction the weapon was pointing when it went off. His eyes widening he begins to frantically apologize to Abran. “Holyshit! Are you alright Tank? I almost shot your fucking face off!” Abran, sitting calmly, his cheeks puffing in and out and his eyes partially crossing, is trying unsuccessfully to reignite his now cherry less cigar. Looking over at Jimmy then back to the road Tanks cheeks puff one last time. He rolls the cigar around his lips a few times, then reaches up, removes it from his mouth and throws it out the window.

Still feeling uneasy about what just transpired. Jimmy leans over as far as he possibly can toward his side of the Wraith. Keeping both eyes on Abran and one hand on the door handle, he prepares to jettison himself if need be. Abran, a frown growing on his face raises his chiseled chin in the air and takes a couple of deep breaths through his nose. His face now turning red and his head beginning to look as though it might explode. Jimmy is becoming more uneasy by the second and starts to slightly pull on the door handle.

Abran suddenly bursts into laughter “Hahahahaha”! “HAHAHAHAHA” the laughter grows as Alistar Krum joins in. Perched on his turret in the back of the pack horse, he leans down and yells through his laughter! “I think Bones needs to change his bloody underwear, he just shiiit all over himself, Ahhhahaha! You’d better stick to those electrical pea shooters of yours mate, leave the real guns to the big boys”! Abran, now laughing even harder begins slowing down the vehicle as the Storm Chaser leading the convoy is slowly coming to a halt. They’ve reached their destination, the outskirts to the fallen city of Valmere.

(I envision Cav as a bit of a metal head and would insert this song above. [Hey, the greatest game in the world fits perfectly with one of the greatest Rock bands in the world] With the symbol smash coming at 1:00 and Sins’ head bobbing around 1:25)

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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Mon Mar 31, 2014 12:23 am

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PostSubject: Re: Gears of War "New Blood" - By A.D.Fenix   Mon Mar 31, 2014 7:31 am

I've decided to just leave segments of the story where originally posted instead of moving them to the OP. However, I will also post them in the OP as well and editing will only take place in the OP. Remember I'm writing this "on the fly" so some things may change with editing or as the story unfolds more.

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