Narrator
It is the year 2350, World War III has plunged the world into chaos for nearly a decade, and nuclear warfare has all but destroyed the planet. The surviving nations have been split into three factions; The Eastern Federation, consisting of China, Korea, and Japan, The Neo-Soviets, consisting of Russia and the Middle-East, and the Union, consisting of the United States and most of Europe. The world lay in ruin, with very few habitable spaces left, and so the war was no longer about politics or supremacy, they now fought over territory and resources, whatever little the world had left. Even in these dire situations, the three factions refused to cooperate, they still wished for war, they would not give up their territories without a fight. With a peaceful resolution out of the question, the UN has decided to enact a very radical and controversial law, one that will not only allow the factions to continue their petty war, but also protect the last remaining resources left in the world. From that point forward, all military actions, combat or otherwise, would be conducted in Virtual Reality.
The nations agreed to a cease fire as the VR system was developed. The entirety of the worlds technological resources went into creating the VR server known Armageddon, man's final battle field. However, the system is not perfect, its security programs were rushed and thus they often fall pray to Cyber-Terrorists, hackers who could infiltrate the system and alter its settings, wreaking havoc for those fighting in the overworld, and death in Armageddon, meant death in reality. And so, with the world on the brink of destruction, two wars are waged in this virtual world; the factions' battle for territory, and the Technicians of the server against the Cyber-Terrorists.
It is the year 2350, World War III has plunged the world into chaos for nearly a decade, and nuclear warfare has all but destroyed the planet. The surviving nations have been split into three factions; The Eastern Federation, consisting of China, Korea, and Japan, The Neo-Soviets, consisting of Russia and the Middle-East, and the Union, consisting of the United States and most of Europe. The world lay in ruin, with very few habitable spaces left, and so the war was no longer about politics or supremacy, they now fought over territory and resources, whatever little the world had left. Even in these dire situations, the three factions refused to cooperate, they still wished for war, they would not give up their territories without a fight. With a peaceful resolution out of the question, the UN has decided to enact a very radical and controversial law, one that will not only allow the factions to continue their petty war, but also protect the last remaining resources left in the world. From that point forward, all military actions, combat or otherwise, would be conducted in Virtual Reality.
The nations agreed to a cease fire as the VR system was developed. The entirety of the worlds technological resources went into creating the VR server known Armageddon, man's final battle field. However, the system is not perfect, its security programs were rushed and thus they often fall pray to Cyber-Terrorists, hackers who could infiltrate the system and alter its settings, wreaking havoc for those fighting in the overworld, and death in Armageddon, meant death in reality. And so, with the world on the brink of destruction, two wars are waged in this virtual world; the factions' battle for territory, and the Technicians of the server against the Cyber-Terrorists.
Processing... synchronizing nervous system with Avatar Control System... complete, connecting in 3... 2... 1
At first there was nothing, blackness, all five senses cut off from any stimulation, total and complete isolation. But it didn't last for long, soon his vision returned to him, various icons showing up in his field of vision displaying his various vital signs, for both his Avatar and his body in reality. Then the feeling in his arms and legs returned as well, he examined himself, his avatar wore the standard black suit with white lines traveling all around him, only his head remained uncovered, revealing a face that resembled his own. He looked at his surroundings, bitch black walls and corridors with white glowing lines traveling all around them, providing the only light (Think Tron Legacy). Nick turned around and saw a large, cylindrical tower that reached all the way to the "sky" and was bare of any light save for two rings at both of its bases. Standing before it were two similarly clothed humanoids wielding long spear like weapons; security programs meant to protect the tower. Nick approached them and was stopped at the entrance of the tower.
"Halt, state your Handle and Purpose." Both programs replied simultaneously in computerized voices, blocking Nick's path with their spears.
"Nick Kell, Technician 203, here for routine system diagnostics." Nick replied.
"Processing... approved." They replied, letting the boy through. Nick entered the tower through an automatic door, within was a purely white room with a single black pillar in the center which Nick approached. As he stood before it a holographic screen popped up, asking for a password. Nick logged into the terminal and began looking through the system settings.
"Alright, I'm at the Control Relay, now running system diagnostics." Nick said out loud, seemingly to no one at all. Nick was in fact one of the Technicians charged with maintaining the Armageddon Server; a computer prodigy, he was enlisted straight out of high school, as there were few people in the world with know how to actually operate the server. He was currently deep within the "Underworld", the part of the server that maintained all of its settings. The only way to change and maintain the settings of Armageddon were to enter the Underworld with an avatar and change them manually, an extra layer of security against the Cyber-Terroist threat. After a while, Nick completed his work, having found no abnormalities in the system as of late. "Diagnostics complete, Alpha Sector is clear." he said.
"Delta Sector is clear as well." he heard in his head, another Technician confirming his own findings.
"No abnormalities in Beta Sector either." Another voice said.
"Gamma Sector is good to go." Said yet another voice.
"Copy that, commencing log out sequence." A final voice said to the group before their their screens went blank, save for bright text that read "Logging Out".
At first there was nothing, blackness, all five senses cut off from any stimulation, total and complete isolation. But it didn't last for long, soon his vision returned to him, various icons showing up in his field of vision displaying his various vital signs, for both his Avatar and his body in reality. Then the feeling in his arms and legs returned as well, he examined himself, his avatar wore the standard black suit with white lines traveling all around him, only his head remained uncovered, revealing a face that resembled his own. He looked at his surroundings, bitch black walls and corridors with white glowing lines traveling all around them, providing the only light (Think Tron Legacy). Nick turned around and saw a large, cylindrical tower that reached all the way to the "sky" and was bare of any light save for two rings at both of its bases. Standing before it were two similarly clothed humanoids wielding long spear like weapons; security programs meant to protect the tower. Nick approached them and was stopped at the entrance of the tower.
"Halt, state your Handle and Purpose." Both programs replied simultaneously in computerized voices, blocking Nick's path with their spears.
"Nick Kell, Technician 203, here for routine system diagnostics." Nick replied.
"Processing... approved." They replied, letting the boy through. Nick entered the tower through an automatic door, within was a purely white room with a single black pillar in the center which Nick approached. As he stood before it a holographic screen popped up, asking for a password. Nick logged into the terminal and began looking through the system settings.
"Alright, I'm at the Control Relay, now running system diagnostics." Nick said out loud, seemingly to no one at all. Nick was in fact one of the Technicians charged with maintaining the Armageddon Server; a computer prodigy, he was enlisted straight out of high school, as there were few people in the world with know how to actually operate the server. He was currently deep within the "Underworld", the part of the server that maintained all of its settings. The only way to change and maintain the settings of Armageddon were to enter the Underworld with an avatar and change them manually, an extra layer of security against the Cyber-Terroist threat. After a while, Nick completed his work, having found no abnormalities in the system as of late. "Diagnostics complete, Alpha Sector is clear." he said.
"Delta Sector is clear as well." he heard in his head, another Technician confirming his own findings.
"No abnormalities in Beta Sector either." Another voice said.
"Gamma Sector is good to go." Said yet another voice.
"Copy that, commencing log out sequence." A final voice said to the group before their their screens went blank, save for bright text that read "Logging Out".
De-synchronizing nervous system with Avatar Control System... complete, disengaging physical components... Complete. Full disconnect in 3... 2... 1
The familiar sensation of nothing comes and goes just as quickly. A sudden blinding light and the creak of metal and hydraulics. It was time to wake up. A hand with a water bottle and earpiece appears in the light, shading still adjusting eyes as a raven haired woman sits up. Taking the items she looks around the large bleak room filled with hundreds of other 'coffins' busy opening while fiddling with the ear piece "Sergeant Heinlein, 5th Guards, 311th Guards Motor Rifle Regiment. Unit is disengaging from the server." With those few words said, Minerva swung out of her pod and with the help of the same technician, swung in to her wheelchair before heading off to the showers while the others awoke, and the dead removed.
Victoria base, the southern most Noe-soviet base sat in the deserts of what was left of the middle east. Barely into the morning and it was blistering hot. She looked out across the expanse of the base to a large facility in the west. A Union base, one that's name she didn't even bother with. Victoria just so happen to be across the border from it, enough that it was easily visible in the morning light.
She didn't like it but that wasn't her choice, not with the UN law in effect. Instead of the old ways, now young men and women went to death in VR while the politicians chatted else where. Even the VR pods looked like metal coffins, or at least the Noe-soviet units did. She had no idea what the others looked like. Rolling on it was time for a shower and rest, it would be time to fight again soon enough.
The familiar sensation of nothing comes and goes just as quickly. A sudden blinding light and the creak of metal and hydraulics. It was time to wake up. A hand with a water bottle and earpiece appears in the light, shading still adjusting eyes as a raven haired woman sits up. Taking the items she looks around the large bleak room filled with hundreds of other 'coffins' busy opening while fiddling with the ear piece "Sergeant Heinlein, 5th Guards, 311th Guards Motor Rifle Regiment. Unit is disengaging from the server." With those few words said, Minerva swung out of her pod and with the help of the same technician, swung in to her wheelchair before heading off to the showers while the others awoke, and the dead removed.
Victoria base, the southern most Noe-soviet base sat in the deserts of what was left of the middle east. Barely into the morning and it was blistering hot. She looked out across the expanse of the base to a large facility in the west. A Union base, one that's name she didn't even bother with. Victoria just so happen to be across the border from it, enough that it was easily visible in the morning light.
She didn't like it but that wasn't her choice, not with the UN law in effect. Instead of the old ways, now young men and women went to death in VR while the politicians chatted else where. Even the VR pods looked like metal coffins, or at least the Noe-soviet units did. She had no idea what the others looked like. Rolling on it was time for a shower and rest, it would be time to fight again soon enough.
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