Time Civil War(RP)

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Sean was just promoted to junior field agent and he was fieling really good about himself. He had just finished working in the time patrol room when he got the news. He was now walking through the quarters. Sean didn't really like the people the Time Police had recruited of late. It went from great heros in time to criminals. Sean went to the first to the table he saw and he sat down at a lunch table.

(OOC: If you had originally different plans for how my guy entered, then PM me and I'll edit it, otherwise this is the generic entry post)

Era: 30X
Location: -Classified- Death World Class Planet
Operation: Exterminatus
Goal: Eliminate Fire Shock Corp for crimes against humanity
Status: In Progress...

The grunt went down hard, his flamethrower nozzle knocked out of reach. The soldier who had managed to knock him flat raised his gun at the troopers head, only to waver and go down. Captain Cain lowered his sidearm, walking over and pulling the trooper to his feet, slapping the flamethrower nozzle back in the troopers hands. The explosion had caught most of them off guard, especially the poor sod who had found the charge right before it went off. Luckily they had been planning to move out, so no one had gotten put in body bags because of the atmosphere. The only trooper dead was Corporal Durant, who had found the charge. They would hold a funeral with full Fire Trooper honors once they got somewhere safe. They didn't have enough left to fill a soup can, let alone a casket, so it would be brief. They didn't have a casket either, so even if they had a body it would be brief and sub par. But they would take care of the dead later, they had to fall back again. Considering there was no last stand point, they could keep falling back as long as rations, oxygen, fuel, and napalm held out. The landscape made the flamethrowers excellent tools, considering the atmosphere's air make up increased the range of the fire to match that of the enemies chasing them, and it hampered the enemies ability to chase them with anything other then light infantry and specialized vehicles. Which was good, considering that would be all the surviving soldiers under his command could handle. He opened a troop wide comm, which directly linked with every troopers helmet, and gave the orders.

"Alright Troopers, they got Durant by being sneaky and clever, means there afraid of fighting us head on. Its time to move out, so light em up and use the smoke and flames as cover. We've done this before, so lets go."

With that, several flamethrowers spewed out, burning through the air and catching some new troops the enemy had shipped here in the open, and the screaming began anew. The foes who had been here for more then a few days always took cover and were careful chasingthe Fire Shock Corp, for good reason. By the time the vehicles that would be able to resist the fire attacks arrived, they would be long gone and would have about a week's respite before moving out again. They had plotted the bunkers they would rotate through a while ago, several months, and they had been slowly picking up speed. They would hit a last stand soon, once they ran out of safe bunkers, but none of them realised the enemy CO's had figured their route out. So when the vehicles were suddenly hitting the infantry's advance, there was some panic which dissolved once Cain took command again.

"Listen up! Dig in and smoke em if they get close. Concentrate on one vehicle at a time, we can burn through atmospheric seals that way and if we don't burn them, the planet will do the work for us. Once enough vehicles are disabled..."

Cain never finished his sentence, as several fighter bombers streaked over head, strafing the entrenched troopers. This was new, and things just got a lot worse. If they fled, the air craft could track their movement, and they all knew it. That is, if they all left at once. One or two men could escape, and the men unanimously voted, partially forced, Cain to take advantage of the situation and flee. It was that, or get burned out, as threatened by some of the troops. They knew it was delaying the inevitable, but there was a chance of getting word out, and that was the real reason the troops had been fleeing and searching as they had. One of them had to survive, and who better then the man who had led them the longest, and seen the most action and injustice? As the next strike streaked away, he had a few minutes to flee to cover or risk being spotted. Sprinting was second nature for Cain, and the gear did nothing to detract from his speed. The rusty colored armor actually helped him blend in, and he reached the ruins of a military bunker. It was dark, so he turned the nozzle of his flamethrower up to cast a dim light in front of him. He couldn't go much brighter or he would risk causing a fireball to erupt, which would broadcast his location like a UV flare. With a detector ship overhead. So he stalked deep into the bunker, looking for a comms array that he could jurry rig into working. He didn't expect to find several men walking around, carrying what looked like experimental weapons in clean, and much more advanced, HEV suits. They immediately turned, targeting him but not firing, and Cain assumed they had motion sensors. Would work in the bunker, if they were upstairs on the surface interference would screw with them real nice. The leader walked up, his face plain under the helmets visor, and broadcasted from some suit speaker.

"Assault Captain Gerard Cain? Of the Fire Shock Corp?"

Cain only nodded, and on a second thought, depolarized his helmet face mask so they could get a dirty, but clear enough, look at his face to confirm it. His eyes were sunken from hardships that came with his path of evasion on a death world, but the eyes themselves still had that prideful determination that allowed him to carry on despite the odds. The haggard beginnings of a beard also would match up with records of what he would look like after several months in this place, and his insignia, after being cleared of the grime covering it, confirmed his rank. His hair, which was partially visible under the helmet, was dirty so real color couldn't be determined, although the hair was actually a blond coloring. The leader checked something that popped up on his visor, these fancy boys had HUDS which would have been more impressive if he hadn't just been forced to leave his men behind. The leader was awful young, but he spoke as if used to being obeyed. Did the military he left behind degenerate this badly since his exodus a few months ago?

"Sir, you may not believe this but we are from the future, 40X to be precise. Were fighting an alien race that is hellbent on burning Earth and humanity, so we are tasked with gathering heroes and those with experience vital to the survival of humanity. And Sir, you are on the list...."

The kid obviously didn't think he deserved on that list of his, probably read about the story spun about the Pyromaniac Cain and his burner boys. Cain couldn't help but give him a nasty grin that made the boy shudder. This war shocked veteran was probably scarier then most aliens the kid had saw on those training vids or whatever they used in the future. He was tired, and his tone showed it, but the gruffness and authority probably surprised the kiddy as well.

"Son, I just fought a war where humans did things that the most cunning, malevolent alien race could even dream of. I've seen men being fused with armor just to get an edge over his foe, even if the edge only lasted a few days. Criminals with explosive collars sent to die once ammo ran out, bunkers burned out, and that is only the official word. You speak with a real veteran like myself, and you'll hear of the dirty things that would ruin any politician who ever touched the war. It's the real reason they are exterminating the shock corps, they know too much. You probably don't believe me either, but Kid, you don't have to. You are not here to get my story, your here to get my skill in burning things. Fine, there is nothing left for me in this time except death. And I advise against going outside or taking your helmets off, the atmosphere would kill you in seconds, or the hostiles up stairs. Where's your fancy machine or what ever it is?"

The kid shook his head, slapping a blue device to his chest that stood out horribly with the blackened and rust colored armor Cain wore. He said something to whatever CO he had, and they were recalled, beamed up, warped out, or whatever fancy term they had.

Time: 40X
Location: Unknown

It felt like a bad case of vertigo, maybe a combat entry gone bad if you were feeling generous. They were standing on a suspiciously clean pad, with several technicians looking surprised at the grimy soldier that had came back with their clean versions. Had they tidied war up this much? If they had, he had a nasty surprise for the lot of them when he broke out his flamethrower. One of the technicians, probably the leader, had the toy soldiers that had escorted him here sent for whatever passed for decontamination, and he looked at the gleaming visor almost as if he was sure the soldier would remove his helmet and a demon would stick its tongue at him. His voice was smug though, but most technicians were, especially the ones with education.

"Welcome to 40X Captain. Things have changed since your time, but needless to say were in trouble and need someone of your calibers help. A race of aliens has assaulted humanity and we are gathering heroes from the past to aid us. Needless to say, Captain Cain, your reputation makes you one of the less savory necessities here, so I would advise..."

Cain had enough of this pen pushers blathering, and less the kindly bumped him aside as he walked towards the exit, which he noticed had some sort of decontamination system built into it. The Technician was shocked, and probably was ready to throw up from the awful grime that had rubbed off on his clean lab coat. He knew what was going on well enough. Some big bad bugs were threatening the toy soldiers badly enough they needed help, and they were gathering warriors from the past. He would toast their bugs, hopefully getting killed in the process. If they returned him to when he came from, he was no better off then when he left, except he probably would be able to handle a few humans better then whatever bugs they were fighting. The decontamination station used some fancy beams that blasted the grime off his armor. It didn't appear to help much, considering his armor was rust and dirt colored. It didn't gleam either, and there were several security troopers waiting when he stepped out. He didn't feel like burning things, so he just handed them his flamethrower and sidearm, noting their insistance on taking his sidearm. Didn't trust Cain, which didn't surprise him. They pointed him towards the showers, and he nodded and, after spending about ten minutes washing the ground in grime from him, he walked out and promptly reclaimed his armor from some techs who were looking like they were ready to walk out with his armor. He wasn't going to wear their fancy little lab coats, and the look he gave them caused them to rethink what they had been planning. Promptly putting his gear back on, it was obvious he didn't trust anyone here, nor expected anyone to trust him. The security trooper who appeared at his elbow led him to the equivalent of a food court, although he wasn't hungry. He sat at a table which only had one other kid soldier at it, and the bench creaked at the unusual weight of his armor. He took his helmet off, breathing real oxygen for the first time in months. Stale, recycled, but it was better then what his suit had been processing. He sat his helmet next to him, and leaned his elbows on the table, ignoring etiquette for a reason. To annoy anyone who took that seriously. He didn't bother giving the kid a look, just running through what he knew.

Sean smirked at the warrior or whatever he wanted to call himself sit down next to him. Sean wasn't for the for the shy act crap and turned to him.

"I'm guessing your Cain right. We've been expecting you all day you know. Your a hard man to find and we need exact location to time grab."

Sean stood up and saluted Cain.

"From your file I highly doubt you will salute back. In fact if I remember right you went down in history as scum to the human race. Any way I won't respect you, it's not my job." Sean said putting his hand down. " Well anyway we are on the same squad for now on, unfortunatly for me. Now I will expect you to eat and get ready. As for now I am sitting here and your armor stinks of death."

Sean then sat back down laid his head on the table.

"Just thought you should know."

Cain watched as the kid addressed him, barely turning his head enough to register the boy. He didn't have much respect for the kid either, so it was good they were on the same page there. He listened to how this kid saw him from history and couldn't help but smirk, which wasn't the prettiest thing to grace the room in a long time. It was almost flattering, in all honesty. Scum of the human race? He was almost glad he had made such an impression, meant he wouldn't have to tell stories. Most of the things they knew probably were not true, but if it meant they wouldn't bother him as much then by all means, let them believe what they want. They would learn the truth from off hand comments he would make just to annoy these kid soldiers that were employed in this age. He spoke, not even bothering to stand up or look at the kid as his gaze shifted back to the space in front of him, which was taken up by his helmet as he began cleaning out the filter.

"You guessed right kid. You're not the only one to say I'm a hard man to find either, but you don't care about those stories."

The contents of the filter were less then pleasant to look at as they were scraped out, and other then the minor scraping, he resumed talking.

"Your right again, I'm not going to salute back. Your some toy soldier wound up and sent to die, you barely look old enough to carry a sidearm, let alone the rifles I saw your Time grab team carrying. But Scum of the human race? If I were a sadistic man, which many would say I am, I would be proud to have made such an impression. At least your fast on the up take, I don't need your respect, nor should you expect mine. You might of survived a few days in my wars, if you were lucky and had a veteran leading you."

He finished emptying the filter in his helmet, just knocking the stuff onto the floor. It was obvious Cain held his surroundings in utter contempt, it was far too clean to have seen combat before. He just started cleaning his visor, not bothering to give the kid any physical reaction to the fact his armor stank of death. It meant he had been doing his job.

"As for eating, I ate half an hour ago my time. And if one thing hasn't changed, I bet its military rations. I noticed your sitting here, your carcass is taking up the space.I'm glad you were kind enough to audibly point out the fact my suit reeks of death, means I was doing my job. Now stop wasting the air, I'm not a complete fool."

Underneath Sean's arms he was smiling by the remarks Cain was making back at him. He hadn't had a good soldier on hos squad in forever most battles he was in his entire squad died. He didn't care honestly it was war people were going to die. When he heard the Time Machina was going to be used to recruit strong warriors he was thrilled. Encruiting criminals wasn't his favorite idea but if it helped who cared right? Oh well. Before Shaun had a chance to respond the red alert went off. Saun stood up and looked at Cain.

"Your with me noob."

Sean said with a smirk. Time to test this guys abilities. Of course he knew this guy wasn't a noob but to piss off a maniac was just what Sean needed on his team. Sean then went toward a dorr and put in a code.

"Mars. I'm sure you know of it. It's one of the oldest planets we have. Well in your time it was nothing but a tourist attraction. Now it's a global war center. It being attacked is good news."

Saun entered a pod as four troops entered behind him.

"Let's get going grunt!"

Cain didn't take offense to the use of the term noob. He was the new guy, even with experience, and would be until he proved himself in battle. It was an unspoken military tradition which still seemed to be around, or the kid was trying to rile him up. Either way, it didn't appear to work as he shrugged, pulling his helmet on and strolling after the kid. He picked up his flamethrower and sidearm along the way, much to the annoyance of the technicians looking at it with a mixture of disgusts and surprise. He made sure everything was in place while keeping a brisk pace up. From one battle to another, nothing new for Cain. When they reached the pod, he gave it a raised eyebrow, which was unseen under his helmet. Looked like a prepackaged casket. Better hope these aliens didn't have an novel idea called Anti air fire, or this counter attack wouldn't last more then a few minutes. And he really didn't feel like bailing over Mars because the idiots in command sent them in a death casket. He didn't even pause as he got in and checked the straps, noting how the other troopers were strapping in. He modified the way he strapped in to accommodate his bulkier armor and weapon, and he was ready in time for the others to sound off. He noted the other boys attached to his squad were also too young looking to fight at all, let alone whatever big nasty bugs they were facing. He didn't give the pups any real attention, just going over his gear and how he would handle the nasty aliens. Simple really, these boys didn't have any fire based weapons, so the enemy wouldn't see them coming. He had an unfair advantage, and he planned on using it until they figured a way to avoid the fire and heat.

Sean stepped out of the Machine when it finally hit there destination. The pod's door opened and he entered the battle field. Many years ago it would have been hard to breath on other planets but the army had created a oxygen creator. When Sean hit the ground below him he was surrounded by grunts. He quickly removed his side arm. It was an old class Colt. It had been passed down through his family's entire generation. Now it may be concidered weak but all the advancments Sean added to it were amazing. He created a virtual bullet holder that held old class bullets(Which iare increadibly hard to run by). He had at least seventeen rounds of a sixty bullet clip. When he shot the grunt they died into puffs of smoke. When he was done Sean turned to Cain

"What was that you were saying about side arms."