T117

World War III

Year 2140

"Sgt. Dan sir! We are being flanked from the left side! What are your orders?"

"Put a PES tank there along with ten snipers. That'll hold 'em off till reinforcements arrive." I replied.

"Yes Sir! Right away Sir!"

It's been fifteen years since I was last attacked by these aliens. We call them peregrinus, or perg. The name means "alien" in Latin, so that is how the name originated.

When I was six, a small group of zombies attacked me and bit my hand off, and burned my left foot. A heli evac was patrolling the area when they noticed the commotion. So they flew by and killed off the unfortunate zombie soldiers. I was saved that day and I have pledged my loyalty to serving my country and to protect the world. So far I think I'm doing a pretty good job of it too.

SHING!! THUCK!!

"Aaahh!!" I cried out in pain. A thick piece of metal cut through my leg armor and dug itself into my thigh. That stupid perg ship shot one of our ships and the shrapnel from the explosion came towards me. Lucky I didn't die.

"Die you blasted scum!!" I shouted out in anger and annoyance.

CRAAACCKKK!!!

I shot the perg's spacecraft down with a mounted turret that was located right in front me. I aimed just right so I was fortunate enough to rip open the aliens face with the stream of bullets. That gave me complete satisfaction. Now I need a doctor.

"Come in EMDT(Emergency Medical Detachment Team)! This is Sgt. Dan. I have been hit by a stray piece of shrapnel on my thigh. I'm losing a significant amount of blood. My coords are 56 348."

"Sgt. Dan this is EMDT leader Dillon. Coordinates have been acknowledged. Squad unit 32 will be with you very shortly. We are also sending reinforcements from world T117. Keep up the good work buddy."

"Thanks Dillon." I replied

Dillon and I were best friends from the moment we saw each other. After the zombie incident fifteen years ago, I was taken to a hospital located on a massive ship. As I was lying on my bed I noticed that there was a kid in a similar shape as I was. He lost both his parents, and suffered from a zombie infection. So when I looked over we smiled at each other and the rest is history.

"You're very welcome. EMDT leader out."

Only about thirty seconds passed by until I was approached by a group of six men.

"Excuse me sir, but are you Sgt. Dan?" asked an EMDT medic.

"Yes I am." I said back.

"Could you lie flat on your back sir. I would also like if you could count to 50 for me."

"Why do you want me to lie on my ba...." I drifted off to sleep as the EMDT injected a fluid into by arm as he put me on a stretcher and escorted me out of the war-zone to a medical ship.

All of the EMDT squads consisted of six members. Two of them were guards, and each guard had a DC-15A blaster rifle equipped with a thermal scope and a flamethrower. Guards were also equipped with a DH-17 blaster pistol, two thermal detonators, two thermal grenades, and a health pack. The remaining 4 medics on the squad were each equipped with a FNX-40 handgun, two advanced health packs, infrared/night vision contact lenses, one thermal grenade/detonator, and an emergency flare gun.

4 Hours Later

"Hey uh, do any of you guys know what time it is?" I asked woozily. Man, morphine is pretty strong.

"The time is 4:40 AM, August 20th, 3040." Replied one of the doctors.

"How was that battle that I was winning going?" I questioned.