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Origins - Book 5

by Chris Musgrave AKA {BZ} Vortex of Team BattleZone

The Great Bio-metal wars. Originally, we all thought that they would represent the greatest challenge man would ever face…

We were wrong.

In the early 70’s, the bio-metal wars raged across the solar system. Fought in secret by the United States and the Soviet Union, each side drew eager young recruits from both the astronaut corps and the military. Given the covert nature of the war, those who fought it simply disappeared from life on Earth. Records of our existence were erased, death certificates forged, names forgotten. At first, none of that mattered to us. We were pioneering a new frontier for our country. Later on, it still didn’t matter to us, but for a different reason.

We were too busy trying to make sure those death certificates stayed phony.

Luna, Mars, Venus, we saw combat just about everywhere. Over the course of the war, scientists on both sides improved the level of weaponry used. But usually, the Soviets were one step ahead of us. The Heavy Bombers on Mars, the Walkers on Venus. Those of us in the NSDF wondered when it would stop. We got our answer soon enough.

They say mankind’s ability to innovate is one of our greatest strengths. When that innovation is not tempered with caution, it can quickly turn into our greatest weakness.

Finally, we had the upper hand. We had discovered a major secret of the ancients who had created the bio-metal. Among the ruins of that great race, we found the key to the weapon that would tip the balance of the war in our favor. Our prayers had seemingly been answered. No longer would we be playing a game of catch-up with the Soviets. Now we would finally be able to make them pay for all the lives lost at our base on Luna.

Unfortunately, we never stopped to consider what it was that had brought such a great race to its knees.

There was a traitor in our midst. Mike Arkin, the man responsible for the inception of our bio-metal technology, took his loaded transport and, when our attention was occupied elsewhere, drove it across the battered surface of Io, behind the safety of Soviet lines. He gave the key to our new technology to the Soviets before we could even get started on the research. At the time, we all wanted Arkin dead, and we all wanted to be the one to kill him. Later, however, we had mixed feelings. Sure, he was a traitor. But if it hadn’t been for him, it might have been us, rather than the Soviets.

The Soviets had their new technology through R&D and into production faster than any of our experts thought possible.We thought we were finished.

Then, in the middle of our last, desperate stand on the frigid surface of Titan, something odd happened. The Soviets suddenly sent out a mayday, begging for our assistance. I could hardly believe it myself, till I saw this thing take out a Soviet transport not 200 meters from my Razor. The NSDF/CCA bio-metal wars ground to a halt in less than 20 minutes, replaced by something far more hideous. A war in which the very survival of humanity was at stake.

Imagine all of the hate and anger produced by humanity during the course of its existence. Now imagine that hate and anger being formed into a physical weapon. That is exactly what these things were.

We learned that the ancient race who had conceived these monsters had called them “Furies”. We learned that this race had killed themselves in a last ditch attempt to destroy their creation. We learned that the Furies had one thing on their mind. To kill every human they could find. And that meant Earth. Despite our losses, the NSDF and CCA had to stand together on Titan and stop this new menace. Failure meant the extinction of the human race. We thought then that the Furies represented the greatest threat man would ever face…

We were wrong.

The Furies had one weakness. To be blunt, they were stupid. They were terrifying fighters, but they were consumed by their bloodlust, and we figured out how to beat them. I’m still not quite sure how we did it, but we beat them. When the cloud of debris that had been Achilles cleared, the Furies were no more. Mankind was safe…for the time being.

They say you can never go home again…

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