Assault on Sanderson's base: Many namesMatt kept his M416 raised as he approached the back door of the facility. The gun in his hands shook slightly, this being his first day on the job. A sweat-stained bandana covered his face, as a battered coat, riddled with scuff marks and its collar torn, fluttered with the gentle breeze and his rapid, deft movements.
I should have replaced it, he’d thought, but he was sent into action before he got the chance.
By now, his teammates that were behind him had moved up
Rufus, the team leader, jogged past the boy all the way up to the door. He forced his back against the wall, his Glock 20 pressed to his chest. A blast helmet covered his head. A ballistic vest strapped tightly to his body with the words “FUCK IT, WE'LL DO IT LIVE” painted in white on the back. Slung over his shoulder was a light machine gun with the letters BMFG inscribed on the receiver.
The third and final team member, who had wished to remain anonymous, prepared himself for combat with a st
Assault on Sanderson's base: P1"There it is, Matt," the killer said to his partner "he's on the top floor, right there. See? Will Sanderson, chief recruitment officer for the AAHW." He pointed to the large, newly constructed, building that stood alone in the wasted Nevada landscape.
"How many are in there, Mr. Rufus?" asked Matt as he shoved a mag into his M416.
"Hard to tell." Rufus responded "Could be a hundred maybe two. Your guess is as good as mine. That doesn't matter though" Rufus leaned forward and pointed at the building. "Because there's a back entrance to the office. Were gonna go in past that truck over there, through those doors and take the elevator up to his room. Once we’re there, we kill him and then escape through the vent system." he lowered his hand and stared at the top floor's window.
“Well,” Matt said confidently. “we’ll be in and out before they know he’s dead.”
“Don’t be so cocky, Rookie.” Rufus said sour like. “This man and h
Elqui alien raceScientific name: Elqui (pronounced: L-quy)
Commonly referred to as: Stubs
Planet of origin: Quiddul
Common ancestor: Reptile
Average height: 5'1 - 5'7
Average scale colors; Green, dark tan and black
Average eye color: Purple
Physical description: They appear to be an over grown iguana, the size of a human being, that walk and stand like human beings
Preferred form of government: Organized tribes
Facts and theories: Recently, the home planet of the Elqui, Quiddul, was invaded by the Collians as the Collians mean to show that they are a powerful race by forcing the Elqui into their planet to mine it for the Collian State.
Important beliefs: A common belief among the tribes is that their people should remain peaceful among their people and others for as long as possible.
The habits of these beings: Elqui try to avoid all forms of fighting and are rather inexperienced with any weapons. This is a possible reason as to why the Collian State was able to overpower them in a rather short time o
Collian raceScientific name: Collians
Commonly referred to as: Sky Strikers, or Ghost shells
Planet of origin: Collithia
Common ancestor: Humans
Average height: 5'10 to 6'1
Average hair colors; Black, white, grey
Average eye color: Black
Physical description: Collians have thick sharp bones that protrude out of their finger tips and are usually very sharp (most manicure to get the perfect edge). They lack a nose, but bare two open, boney, holes for breathing. They lack skin around their noses and mouths, exposing their gums, teeth and mussel.
Preferred form of government: Totalitarian state led by a collection of governors and a leader with absolute power, the states man
Facts and theories: Collians first appeared on the planet Collithia. Most believe then to be a descendant of the Human race, thinking that the planet simply mutated their Human ancestors over a sort period of time.
Important beliefs: Collians are well known for their strange beliefs and traditions found through their peoples land.
Wade Paris (the sepratist ruler)File name: Wade Paris
DOB: 20 June, 2095
Species: Human, Caucasian
Eye color: Blue
Hair color/style: Brown, straight
Height: 5ft 11in
- Blue button up shirt w/brown tie
- Brown trousers
- Black dress shoes
- Silver tie clip
- Y shaped braces (1)
- Black over coat w/yellow belt
Back story: Widely known as the bastard price of Queen Mary Blackburn, Wade Paris is the second son of Queen Blackburn and currently the only possible heir to the throne of the Confederacy. Wade's mother had an affair with her husband resulting in two heirs, the twins: Wade and his brother Dale. Dale died after three after birth due to deformity in the brain. Wade grew up thinking he would be the next king until finding out that his parents never maried, excluding him from imediatly ruling after his mother's death. Wade lived with his mother in secricy until eight when the queens husband discovered him and banished him. Wade was force out of the space stati
Grians that we forgot Chapter 1(This story is a spin off of the 'We are the anthropomorphics' series in my a gallery. If you have not read the prolog of that series, I suggest you leave right now. Other wise, you won't know whats going on.)
This story contains scenes that some viewers may find disturbing. Viewer discretion is advised.
"Alright, you worms!" the Sargent called to his troops "Get your asses out that door and in line!" two large steal doors, no higher then seven feet, slid to the side to let the hot sun light of outside fill the inside of the ship's cargo hold . Then they marched out. One by one the troops marched out of the ship and on to the landing docks burning hot sand. The Sargent stepped in front of the troops as the then halted in line. sixteen men stood in line, front to back like brothers in arms. The Sargent step up to the front of the line and did and about face (1), looking at his troops. The Sargent wore a bandanna over his mouth and goggle that protruded forwar
All Hallow's Eve
The sky grew darker as the days grew longer, leading up to the day I had most been looking forward to – Halloween. For years, I had gone out trick or treating, dressed up as any fun thing I could think of. Ghosts, Vampires, Zombies… I’d done them all. But as the years went on, I stopped being “cute”. Rather, I became “too old”, and eventually some people started to call the cops. Seventeen I guess is a little old in the eyes of society, but I was still a kid! Let me have my candy and visit all the houses around!
I looked at myself in the mirror. My costume this year was a joke – nothing more than a sheet over my head with eyes cut out. I wanted to wear a more elaborate costume, but maybe if they saw this amateur costume that covered all my features, I’d get less people afraid of my age.
“I’m heading out!” I called to my parents.
“Timmy, again?” asked my mom. “We told you last year that you are jus
LilahI was in Taste of China, waiting on Lilah to show up. I was pretty nervous, mildly terrified, this could go horrendously badly, or it could go moderately badly, either way, I wasn't sure I wanted to be there. Only I didn't really have a choice.
I remember the first time I met Lilah; it was at Freshman orientation. I didn't pay much attention to her right away, I don't think she wanted anybody to notice her. They had us all gathered in a small room on the second floor of the union.
I wanna say they were talking about the code of ethics on campus, or something, I don't know, I was more distracted by the girl doing the presentation. Now that chick, I did not mind looking at for a while! Skinny enough, with tits big and firm enough to give even an ass man like me pause, and all this plus a pretty face. Just a good looking, stereotypical, hot chick is how I remember her, make-up caked on, the whole package. Eye candy for sure, and so sweet! Listening to her going on with that
Camera of Change: Selfie ConflictThere once was a man who went by the name of Charles Bahmer, an average guy in an average world. Nothing spectacular ever happened to poor Charles. It wasn't like he had a poor social life; in fact he had a great one. The only issue he really had was his inability to take a selfie. That's right. Charles, for whatever reason, could not take a selfie without messing it up somehow. Even though phones had front facing cameras, which were clearly designed for taking selfies, he still screwed it up.
Nonetheless, Charles found himself out walking in the local park during a nice cool fall day. He always loved taking walks when it was nice out. Dressed up in sweats and a blue long sleeve shirt, he was able to stay comfortably warm. As he walked down the trail he noticed something shiny under a few leaves. He walked over to it and crouched down to see what was gleaming in the sunlight.
It was a digital camera, but nothing fancy enough that would be worth something in a pawn shop. Charles noticed
Random facts about the WATA universe Fact: Since the beginning of the anthro-human conflict, leather has become significantly more common and affordable to all civilians and soldiers. With the constant deaths of anthropomorphic soldiers, certain companies send teams to battle fields to retrieve corpses of; wolves, hyenas, foxes and others who are left diseased. Officers in the Earth Corp who are seen with leather coats, gloves, boots, bags, belts, etc are most likely wearing the skin of a long dead enemy.