This is human nature after all, that is what life is built upon to. It is human to love, suffer, and most of all hate. To prove to one another who is more respected, better, stronger, and such. Yet there are a few who actually care, they may not know it until they are called upon, but when they are called too they answer.

To begin with this, you need its history. It doesn’t start long ago in a galaxy far, far away; it starts here and now. All you need is a basic understanding of world history to understand this. Then again it probably started to build up to this, after man started to become organized…and started to hate and forge war. To understand this you need its more up to date history, so I’ll give you just that so you understand this hell upon earth.

The beginning and first seeds of this war were spread way back in the early 90s, with Gulf War One. Then it was about oil but as the war seemed to progress from the second to the third, it changed to social and religious reasons. But the real changes happened after Gulf War Four, this is the time when countries started to strengthen and realized that if they are to survive they needed to join forces and combine. So in-between the third and fourth, and through the fourth; the world started to follow the track which got them to today.

What happened to the world can best be showed with the European Union, as this was the first it happened with. It started off just as mutual protection pacts and trade agreements. But over time of continued strengthening this continent of thirty some countries turned into just one massive one. The same could be said with the United States, following in the footsteps of the EU, most of North America joined the USA. In almost no time all of Central America, Mexico, and Canada were parts of the US.

Though the opposite can be said about the Red Star Republic. After the third Gulf War, Russia turned back into a Communist state and most of its satellite countries joined her. Also during the Third Gulf War China fully turned into a dictatorship and through threats, war, and various other methods most of Asia joined China or Russia. After seeing the powers that the US and the EU turned into, Russia and China agreed to join under the massive dictatorship, the Red Star Republic. So almost all of Asia, (except for some of the countries that joined the EU or US), turned into the Red Star Republic.

But after the US finally pulled out of Iraq, that entire region turned into a unorganized hellhole. But soon the entire Mid-East was controlled by the western friendly Saudi Arabia and the red friendly Iran. The same can be said for Africa, with the Royal Egyptian Empire controlling North Africa and South Africa controlling….well… South Africa.

Finally the last few two continents folded into super countries too. With all of Australia turning into Oceania and all of South America turning into Tangia. The last country left is the Scorpio Republic, which is the Caribbean after Cuba became a democracy. Right after that most of the countries in the Caribbean followed Cuba it then turned into this economic giant.

The last area left unexplored would have to be space, with most of the Solar System colonized. Since it was agreed upon for space not to be controlled by the countries for a “safer” future, space soon was controlled by massive shipping corporations and such, which were secretly controlled by the world’s governments.

Well that’s a basic understand of the world before the war, you will learn the rest. This story has played itself out before but never to this grand of a scale. No longer would this war be fought upon Earth but would reach the depths of space as well and stretch across the Solar System and plunge all of it into a war that seemed more and more surreal by the moment. This is the story of a war to end all wars between us humans. A war of the worlds, or a war that will never be forgotten…..World War Three.

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I looked out my window as the massive metropolis sped by. I sat back in my comfortable leather seat and moved with the car as it bounced from cobblestone, pot holes, to newly paved streets. I reached up to the bar took out a bottle of chilled rum and a glass, I poured some for myself, and let the smooth taste flow down my throat. I then took out my dark sunglasses as my convoy turned towards the setting sun, en route from Castro International Airport to the Capital Building.

I took another swig of the smooth Cuban rum and let it swirl around in my mouth as I thought quietly about myself and my country. I looked in my reflection on the dark tinted widows. My black hair greased back and my tan skin giving me a warm tropical look. My green eyes staring back, I was pretty tall for a Cuban at 6’2’’ and my large athletic build didn’t hurt that either. I was pretty young as a president but still wasn’t a child, I was running off my great fathers ticket though and I still had to show myself to the world. The Viper family would be proud of my father and me.

I was slowly turning this backward region of tourism into a world power, always troubled by revolt and hate, we finally made ourselves into a single country under the leadership of my father. The Scorpio Republic was already immensely wealthy because of the massive fields of oil, but most importantly gold, just found. But it was under me to transfer this country with new money into a world power.

The long limo twisted around the around-about in front of the capital. It proceeded to be swallowed up by the dark garage under the marble masterpiece and slowly turned and twisted deeper and deeper into the confines of the building. The car stopped and my guards got out of their SUVs and ran back and forth to secure the area. My driver turned around and said in a thick Jamaican accent, “Well, here you go, Mr. Viper Sir, haha, go save the world, Sir.”

“Make me.” I jokingly said back to him

I rushed through the garage and into a secure elevator and proceeded to rise to the top of the building. As I walked into the plush and beautiful lobby in the front of my office, my secretary turned and said to me,

“Hello, Antonio, we have a bill just over from the Senate waiting your okay and the President of the United States says he wants to have a call with you at seven tonight, ok, Sir?”

I sighed and turned to her and said, “Does it ever stop? I haven’t slept in three days damn it.”

“Well try to take a quick nap then, Sir.” She said as she busily typed on her laptop.

I nodded and proceeded through the doors into my office. I walked over to the bar and poured myself another rum and took it back to my large wooden desk. I turned on the TV, and a giant image of WNN came onto the halo-screen, something was on about the Mid-East. I turned around in my thick comfortable chair and looked out the large windows in my office which looked out upon the Downtown and the Bay of Havana. I sat back and put my legs up on the window sill and closed my eyes, thinking of my city, my empire.

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I always hated this part yet at the same time I loved it, the fact of death being seconds away seemed to fulfill me and scare the shit out of me at the same time. I flipped a few more buttons and pushed back on the controller. The large shuttle sat down with a light thud and quickly slowed down on the runway, I set it on auto-pilot and the large craft guided itself into the hanger bay. The control tower gave me a static okay, and I turned off the screen. I slowly turned down the engines as the jet walk attached to the side of the large plane. I turned off other controls and looked down and out the windows.

The trucks and people who were caring for the plane down below on the tarmac were running around like little ants, taking care of the fuel and taking out the baggage. The large airport building was right in front of me and I looked in through the massive windows that stared into the soul of the structure. I took my briefcase and looked at my co-pilot, Jake. He gave me a nod and we both walked into the passenger area on the plane and went into the dark tunnel that was the jet way and walked into the bowels of the large building.

We came to the pilots’ lounge and Jake went off to take a quick shower. I went over to one of the sinks and washed my face. I looked back at the reflection of myself, my longish red hair draping over my face, little droplets of water coming off the end of it. My green eyes sunken back into my head and large bags under them giving me a tired look. I was fairly tall and my muscles flexed a bit as I wiped the warm water off my face. I wiped some of the water off my white uniform, the thing was a United Trade Federation’s uniform, completely white except for several insignia’s that pointed out my rank and logo of the UTF.

Steam started to fill the locker room as Jake started the shower. I walked out into the lounge and sat down next to two other pilots who were both playing poker. The room was filled with pool tables, halo-TVs, couches, tables, a kitchen , and the other things a pilot might need. Up in the center front of the room a large sigh read, “Genesis International Airport, Mars”. I always liked the Martian landscape and cities, so I always loved flying here.

“Yo, Joey, I hear you have to fly ta Vaspar City, dat sucks man,” said Barry in his thick New Yorker accent.

“Screw you, I still haven’t slept and now I have to fly there! But hey I get to go home after this run. Aye, I miss Dublin and I’ll be home for spring to.” I said to Barry.

One of the pilots sitting at the table gave a gesture to if I wanted to play poker, I nodded my head and pulled up a chair. I took out a cigar and 10 and laid both on the table, I took out my zippy and lit the long Cuban cigar. I took a long puff and blew out the smoke in circles.

As the one guy dealt me the cards Jake came out wrapped in a towel and said, “Hey Joey, ready for the Vaspar run, I always hate flying to Jupiter.”

“Least we get to go home afterwards,” I said to him as I took another long draw on the cigar

“Yeah, rather deal with tourists and business men then a carrier though,” He said as I gave an approving nod.

We continued to play poker as we all waited for our commanding officer to come out. We all worked for the United Trade Federation or the UTF for short. Space was an extremely expensive business so only massive corporations could survive out here. At first colonies were mainly limited to the ones on the moon, Mars, and the few stations in-between. But after Helium 3, H3, was found to be an extremely effective fuel source for space craft and to be very abundant on the gas giants, the solar system was quickly colonized.

When I was growing up, space started to open up. So like any child in the years before me, I wanted to be in the hip, cool new job. So I became a captain for the UTF and after several years of training became a pilot. This was going to be my first carrier run though, in the past all I ever flew were shuttles, which were basically planes. But my goal was to be a captain on the massive carriers or even the very beautiful luxury liners.

But for now I was happy sitting with my friends and fellow captains, smoking a cigar, playing poker, and waiting for my commanding officer to bitch at me.

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I sat in my hotel still dripping from the shower, it was almost time. Slowly cleaning and drying every inch of my body. Starting with my long white hair, which draped over my shoulders. I always made sure I was clean. I looked in the mirror, my dark blue eyes and long deep scar across the left side off my face starring back. My long strong arms flexing to show off to myself. I looked at my chest, broad shoulders and almost an 8-pac due to my consistent training and several long and very deep scars crossing my body like battle wounds on a tank. I made sure the only hair on my body were my eyebrows and long white hair to make myself as smooth as possible. I looked back in the mirror at my body, not to sound egotistical, it looked damn good.

I then looked at my outfit laid out upon the bed, it was my usual fedora, dress shirt, dress pants, leather gloves, briefs, socks, boots, and trench coat; all of which was as black as the night. Next to that was my black body armor, which I custom made to fit over my entire body, except for my head. The body armor was almost as light as a silk shirt yet could stop bullets from a chain gun at point blank range. I made it to give me the appearance of being invincible and I loved it.

Next to the body-armor was my pride and joy, my twin silver 50 caliber hand guns. Those I also custom made, using 50 caliber bullets but putting them in a clip. The hand cannons were massive and shined brightly in the dark room, almost glowing. Next to the 50s was my holster and two clips for each gun.

I threw the towel back into the bathroom and pushed back my long white hair, so it was out of my eyes. I looked out the large windows upon the twinkling lights of London. I walked across the plush carpet and onto the closed-in balcony. Standing on the cold marble I took in the cold air of the city, it felt good. Wiping off a trickle of water that was streaming down my chest, I soon found myself back inside.

I poured myself a glass of Bacardi and chugged it all at once. I then slipped on all my clothes and my holster. I loaded the 50s and put the other two clips in their holsters along with the 50s. I put on my long trench coat and slipped on my fedora and moved it around to the right spot. I then put everything else in my suitcase and proceeded out of the room.

Waiting for the elevator I saw two quite attractive blondes approach me, both dressed in a way that showed they were ready for a night on the town. They both stood right next to me and occasionally glanced over and whispered among themselves, their faces turned red when I looked at them. That was one good thing about myself that I constantly enjoyed, the fact that I could really attract and nearly controlled the opposite sex.

As we walked onto the elevator, the shorter one turned and said in an American accent, “Ello.”

“Hello ladies, how is your evening?” I replied in my Italian accent.

“Heehee, better now…Where are you heading?” Said the taller one in almost a southern accent.

“Around, my name is Lucien.” I said to them and kissed both their hands. I wasn’t afraid to use my real name as an assassin, mostly because I had no records of any kind, I didn’t even have finger prints. The elevator then reached the bottom floor, and I walked off and nodded to them both.

I went over to the check-out, paid in cash of course, and walked over to the Valet and told them to get my car. As I waited I took out my halo-phone and checked the address again. I pressed a button and a 3D London popped up, I zoomed it into the East End and pressed another button, and the information about the hit came up. I turned it off and slipped the playing card sized phone back into my pocket.

My black Aston-Martin pulled up and I gave the valet a hundred Euros. I opened the trunk and carefully placed my suitcase in. I opened the door and sat down in the custom, leather seats. The car then said, “Hello, Lucien.” As I started it up and sped into the London night.

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I blew my long strawberry blonde hair out of my eyes, it floated for a moment and settled on my shoulder. I pick up my patient’s chart and pressed the on button. A 3D image of the patients body appeared and information about the man’s illness and condition were given at the top. I pressed a button and it zoomed in to where the problem was, one of his kidneys were failing and he wasn’t getting better.

He looked up at me, his body a sick mixture of white and green, large bags under his eyes, graying hair, and his skin giving off a look of clamminess just enough to make him look like a shivering corpse.

“So how does it look for me, Dr. Mondal?” Said the patient in a dry, tired, and wheezing sort of way.

“Not good, Mr. Worth. While our treatments have stalled the progression. Your kidneys are still failing but if you promise to hold on a little longer we can definitely get you a new one, okay?” I said in an assuring and comforting way. I put his chart back in his holder, waved to Mr. Worth, and slowly left the room. As I walked down the long white hall, passing the rooms of my patients, I couldn’t help but feel bad and proud at the same time. I knew that they all weren’t going to survive but I knew I was helping others.

I came up to the coffee pot and poured myself a hot steamy cup of coffee, even though it had the taste of stale and thick water. I drenched it in creamer and sugar until it tasted like sweet milk. I plopped down my cup on the nurse station’s counter and looked at my best friend Cammy who was filing her nails.

“Hey Alexia, what’s up babe?” She said as she lightly blew on her nails and put the file away.

I sighed and said, “Mr. Worth is dying. I need to find him a new kidney. Miss Gibbs had another stroke last night, and this coffee tastes like shit!”

She chuckled to herself, got up, and leaned on the counter, “Same old, same old, right? Oh, and do you and Travis wanna meet us at the Boulder Bar for a drink tonight?”

“I have to pull a late shift tonight and then me and Travy are heading into town and going to the Strat for a romantic dinner. So no, I can’t, how about Friday night?” I said as I threw the rest of the coffee and cup away. I then pulled out a mint and popped it into my mouth and handed Cammy one.

“Sounds good, babe.” Said Cammy as she sucked on the mint and started to type on her laptop.

I looked at my watch and started to walk away and yelled back to Cammy, “See you later CC!”

Since I was going on my break I thought I would change out of my scrubs. I went into the locker room and opened my locker. I looked at myself in the mirror.

My long strawberry blonde hair looked soft as it draped over my shoulders. My aqua green eyes and several freckles staring back at me. My breasts slowly shuffling as I moved and my flat stomach looked tan against my white bra and g-string. My long legs flexing and folding as I untied my shoes. I wanted to call Travy so I jumped up to get my jeans, slipped them on, and pulled my halo-phone out of the pocket and dialed his number. His HP was off so I left him a message.

“Hey babe, call me when you get off. I can’t wait to see you, love you.” I hung up the phone and slipped on my shoes and t-shirt, grabbed my purse, and walked downstairs to the coffee shop to get a better cup of Joe.

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My jeep flew down I-95, I was late, I looked up and turned onto I-295. Staring at the mass of cars which laid in front of me.

“Least its moving.” I said to myself as the bulk of cars, which I was part of, slowly moved towards DC.

The Washington Monument was already in view. My halo-phone rang and I answered it, it was Gibson, “Robby, where are you? We are about to start to the meeting.”

I yelled back, “Blame the fucking traffic and the rain, I hate DC and I-95. Start the meeting now, because it’ll take me at least fifteen minutes to get there, ok?”

He yelled back, “Don’t backsas me!”

“Sasasasasasasas,” I jokingly said back to him.

He grunted and said, “Fine, punkass,” and hung up.

I put on my hat and looked at myself in the mirror. My short black hair was mostly covered by the green military hat, its insignia saying I was a colonel. My uniform was neat as usual and my medals and sash were set upon me like decorations on a Christmas tree.

As the traffic started to lighten up the rain got heavier. It was pouring out and in some areas even flooding. I made a turn onto the exit towards the Pentagon. My jeep sloshed through the water at the bottom of the exit, which was beginning to flood.

I drove into the Pentagon, gave my finger and retina scan, and parked my jeep in the underground garage. I walked into the elevator and had to again give my finger scan, it then ascended into the bowels of the building.

I took off my hat and quickly walked through the building. I proceeded through a pair of glass doors into a large sector control room, this one was for the Mid-East. In the large room there was the thick sound of yelling, beeping, buzzing, and the other normal sounds of a sector control room. Two guards saluted me and I went into the conference room that was to the side.

“Nice of you to finally join us, Colonel DeAmbrose.” Said General Falcone, his tall body and dark uniform giving him a shadowy and quite creepy appearance.

“Traffic was das bitch’n and the flood’n didn’t help. But I’m sorry sir. You know I had to come from Cape May.” I said as I took my seat and pulled out my halo-phone and halo-folder.

In the middle of the large, black table was a floating 3D image of the Mid-East and on it were the figures of the buildings, ships, and other things in the region. As with most holographs today, this one was extremely realistic and it even had the weather patterns over the area.

I looked around the room, I was the only black guy there and by-far the youngest officer in the room. The only other person near my age there was Colonel Gibson, he was twenty-seven, just two years older then me.

General Falcone then said in a grave voice, “Men, it looks like we might have a situation….”