A month later, in the Gen. Clark Pendragon Mansion.
At the big balcony attached to the mansion, Clark stood, looking out into the distance as a lot of things went through his mind. The past one month has been the best in his life, and he was grateful for it.
Despite it being the best in his life, as a 4th rank high-grade soldier now, his intuition told him that something was happening.
As a high-grade soldier and mercenary, things happened everyday around him but he knew that this was not the normal happenings, his intuition told him that this was far higher than anything that he has encountered before.
And after making connections from the recent happenings, from his famous marriage ceremony, to the big 5 jointly broadcasting it, a lot of other things and now the Spartan President personally calling for him, he confirmed his guess.
Something big was happening, it was just that no one deemed it right to inform him about it yet. As a man
6 months ago, the sky turned red which according to world leaders signified the start of the war that would decide the fate of humanity.2 months prior, the news was finally publicized, spreading worldwide panic but with all the most powerful world leaders working together, the panic was easily curbed and order was restored.According to the government, humanity was not hopeless, they had heroes in the form of their soldiers and elite soldiers.Not only that, humanity had a superhero, the great Elite Commander Clark Pendragon. After the special training started, a fuse seemed to have been switched on as the Spartan soldier experienced a period of rapid growth.With veteran Elite Commanders around to guide him and with every resource he needed available, he encountered no bottlenecks, he improved at a superhuman speed never recorded since the human race was born.In just 4 months, he broke through 2 times, going all the way to the Elite-grade rank.
Ding!! Ding!! Ding!! Clark was startled awake from the familiar ringtone of his military pocket phone. “Ahh, don’t disturb me,” he complained in a grumpy tone, as this just destroyed his sweet sleep experience. “Wait, what says the time?” He suddenly questioned in alarm, as his consciousness quickly cleared up. His eyes immediately flew wide open, as he stood up to search for the phone. “Oh, thank God, the time’s still at 5:30 am. I still have 30 minutes before the morning drill,” he exhaled in relief. He went off to wash his face with water before he suddenly recalled. “Why the hell did the phone ring if there is still time? Oh shit!!” He cursed as he bolted back to his room. There he saw the phone as he quickly unlocked it, prompting a message notification to be displayed. He opened it reading: “Good morning cadets, there’s been a change in plans, all cadets will start the advanced technology training today. So be prepared, wake up early, an
“FORWARD MATCH!!” Anderson yelled as the young cadets did their daily morning parade. He is the best cadet among this batch. Very good in leadership, marksmanship, and fighting abilities.He is dark-skinned and slightly muscular, just like Clark. He stood out from the rest cadets, as he led them throughout the parade.Sitting to the side with a batch of soldiers in Spartan military uniform behind him, is Captain Spoky, the leader of this military base leisurely watching the cadets. He suddenly stood up, after they ended their parade, as he faced the cadets. “Good morning cadets”.“Good morning captain,” they yelled in reply.“I know a lot of you are excited because you will start your advanced tech training today. Let me give you a piece of advice cadets, don’t be too excited because your suffering begins today”.“No
The Moca republic is a country with middle-grade military power, directly opposite the Sparta republic in terms of territory comparison. They were neighbors in a sense, but that was just a title without any close sentiments attached to it this era.Due to invasion being a norm in this century, the Moca republic has always coveted the Sparta republic’s territory. The Moca republic is more advanced than the Sparta republic technologically, but not by much. This has served as a catalyst, for the Mocans aggression against the Spartans. Spartans are indoctrinated into the hatred between the two countries from birth, so there is hardly any good interaction between them.No business transactions are made. Instead, they trade blows through small skirmishes and a major invasion attempt from either side. But the Mocans are more enthusiastic about it, as they are slightly stronger.Clark, as a Sparta
Clark woke up feeling refreshed and revitalized. “Man, this is just like a VIP room, so comfortable,” he moaned with satisfaction.He looked at the tree leaves makeshift bed with a satisfied look, “I’ll miss this experience.” He stood up to observe his surroundings, the sun rays were shining as resplendently as ever. He suddenly started grinning, as he recalled that he was enjoying free vitamin D. “Oh what a free world,” he exclaimed feeling satisfied.He washed his face with water from a nearby pit, and also filled his water bottle. He looked at his shadow and determined the time to be around after seven in the morning. “I should eat before leaving,” he thought. After eating, he stored the remaining meat in a make-shift bag, hand-made by him from the tree leaves. Improvisatio
“This is going to be harder than I thought,” Clark soliloquized, as he walked through the jungle looking for a place to wash the blood off his body and clothes. He found a stream nearby, he subconsciously looked around searching for any threat, having found none he quickly rushed to wash himself up.“These four days remaining are surely going to be a pain in the ass,” he thought with resignation. He suddenly looked to the right, and to his surprise found a mango tree. His eyes brightened immediately, “thank God, at last something better to eat”. He brought out one of his daggers and conveniently climbed the tree with it, while still being alert.“My life is far more valuable than a mango tree, I can’t let my guard down because of food. That’s the behavior of fools and plants like Leo.” As he thought, he suddenly recalled that Leo was probably
Beep!! Beep!! Clark woke up to hear the familiar alarm ringtone of his phone. “It’s 6:00 am already. Man, I didn’t get enough sleep,” he grumbled as he quickly got up, brushed his teeth, and had his bath. Fifteen minutes later, he is ready in his new military cadet uniform which was provided yesterday. With his daggers and sword both also ready, he left his room feeling surprised as Leo always woke up before him.“What happened to this guy now?” he questioned himself again in a contemplative tone. “This piece of shit,” he cursed as he quickly went out, reaching the opposite room in less than 10 seconds. Bam! Bam! Bam! He banged his friend's door as he called out, “plant, what the hell are you still doing?”“Hey!! Clark, stop banging my door I woke up late. I&
Some minutes later, both friends were finally dropped in a mountainous region. As soon as they landed, Clark observed their surroundings as he slowly nodded in satisfaction.“I prefer this man. At least, I can see far and have more obstacles to take cover,” he told his friend, who was also observing the area.“Clark, I want us to come out on top, this competition. Let’s find a place to camp, as our defensive fortress before advancing”. Leo said in a soft tone, as he turned to look at his friend.Clark simply grunted in reply, as they quickly found a cliff with enough cover to keep them from the prying eyes of the exobeasts. They dropped their bags, prepared, and went outside to set up a defensive perimeter. Clark decided to naturally wield the sniper, as he was better than his friend in marksma