Cybrose Wars

Morning before chaos

Ugh i hate alarm clocks, i said hitting the snooze button and getting up from my rock of a bed...no actually i think a rock would be better. But anyways time for my morning training, i said as i stretched and got changed.

As i walked to the sparing room i was stopped by a punching bag that got smashed through the door. Sigh Tank that's the third door this week! His name's really Duke but we usually call him Tank, mostly because of his strong body and huge size especially considering he's only twenty two also he's from L.A but sure doesn't act it oh and no i don't act very much like a New Yorker heck i don't even have the accent.

All he did was chuckle and say whoops like always, ready to lose again? as i heard that i got my body in a fighting pose, see we have a little match each morning the first to surrender loses. I lose everytime....but come on look at him like it's fair!

bring it i said while taunting him, he charged but i was ready, i slid under him grabbing his legs in the process which i then jerked and slammed him to the ground. I then tried to be a showoff with a flying dropkick...which backfired as he grabbed my leg and slammed me to the ground like a sack of potatos. And if that wasn't bad enough he then body pressed me. I surrender you oof! i yelled as my ribs were on the edge of snapping like a twig.

Ha i win again shimp! Sure he mocked me but it was all in fun, afterwards i headed to the gym for a run where i met up with Falcon or his real name Jake. Pretty much take everything Duke is and do the opposite cause he's skinny and not that threatening looking even though he's from Texas also he's the only one of us that wears glasses, though i don't think he needs them probably thinks they make him look smart. But no matter his stature he makes up for it with speed and cunning that is quite impressive for his nineteen years of age...since well im twenty and nowhere near as fast or smart.

Here for your morning stroll i see? He joked as he was running on a treadmill that seemed to have trouble keeping up with him. Not all of us are roadrunners ya know, i joked back as i get on a treadmill to. after a nice run i headed to the shooting range, because COD doesn't count as practice.

 There i run into our Floridan girl Rose who if she wasn't my teammate and this wasn't ya know an all out war i'd of probably asked out since she's my age and has the most beautiful ginger hair and deep blue eyes...er nevermind that. I watch as she fires away at a poor target, hey Poison i think he gives up. We call her poison because she can help you just as quick as kill you, and her accuracy is dead-on you blink and your dead no joke...so don't try it. Just shut up and shoot your little gun, she said with a smirk.

I picked up my trusty .45 fired off a clip and hit perfectly everytime...how's that for MLG? Cutting the morning short we were called for a mission, after we all meet up in the war room, which for some of you it means center of operation, General Grey filled us in on an urgent supply find that could help us greatly since we only have whatever food and water we can find.

Oh and we don't call him that he does, nobody knows his real name or past. But with the skill, scars and gray hair we didn't ask questions. Showtime! I said as we all prepared to dawn our Cybrog armor. Yes we have that tech too hence why Truth has been able to stay strong and fight against Chaos when no one else could. And with that the mission that would throw this war into a bigger mess began.