~March 30th, 2097, RSU2 RSP5 (commonly known as Trite)~
"Where do we begin?" Jacob asked. "We have only a small fleet, so our first move is attain a bigger and better fleet. Preferably, Robot Syndicate ships." McClain said. "Who flies our fleet?" Jacob asked as he removed himself from John and Jasmine's grasp. "My name's Markov, this is Elizabeth, Shyla, Oliver, and Delta." One of the unfamiliar faces said introducing everyone. "We're from Morganite. Robert and the other three have been helping us reclaim it from the Nagamorphs." Elizabeth explained. "Three?" Jacob asked. Mr. George, Tristan's son in law, emerged from the crowd. "Long time no see, eh?" Mr. George asked jokingly. "Let's just get to work. It's a pleasure to meet you all, but we're going to need allies." Jacob said. "Where's Sam, we can always get her help." Robert suggested. "About that... Sam is in charge of RSU2." McClain explained. Mr. George, Robert, John, and Jasmine stood in shock. "She betrayed us?" Robert asked. "Sadly, yes. We can rely on Peter, Dakota, and Jerald I believe. Grave Industries has gotten a significant promotion since the Robot Syndicate took over. If we use their genius, we will be able to hack into the Syndicate's systems." McClain suggested. "Captain, I thought Grave Industries is all for the Robot Syndicate." Pamela said. "Abigail, is that true?" McClain asked. "I'd say yes, everyone except those three. They did bring us here to help." Abigail answered. "How about the Fast-Forward crew?" Wade asked. "They're willing to help us, I think we should recruit them." Stu said. "There's also Samantha, Ava, and Roderick. I heard they went into hiding on Dorian-5." Gabe and Tristan McClain said. "I'd say that's who we need, let's go recruit them." McClain said.
~June 3rd, RSU2 RSP10 (commonly known as Dorian-5), sewers under the capital~
Tristan and Gabe McClain were hoping to find Samantha, Ava, and Roderick in the sewers. The two had one pistol each. They had no clues and started in the spot that made the most sense. "What makes you think they're here?" Tristan asked. "They went into hiding! The sewers seem logical." Gabe argued. "Logical to you." Tristan whispered under his breath. They walked for miles until they saw a fire. They took out their pistols and put their backs to the corner before the fire. "On three. One... Two..." Gabe said as Tristan turned the corner. "Three!" Gabe shouted as he followed Tristan. Samantha, Ava, and Roderick were cooking a dead rat. "That's disgusting." Tristan said. "Who the hell are you guys?!" Roderick asked as he backed up. "We're part of a resistance forming on Trite. We were going to recruit you, but this is gross." Gabe said turning around. "Who's in charge?" Samantha asked. "An old colleague of yours, King Robert of Zaleth." Tristan said as Gabe walked away. "We're in." Samantha said smiling.
~June 3rd, RSU2 RSP5, outside a small town~
The Fast-Forward landed where Robert set up the 'Revolution Syndicate's' base. "Pleasure to have you." Robert said shaking the hands of everyone who came out of ship. "Pleasure be with you." Wulford said coming out last. Robert smiled and nodded and walked over to Markov and the other Morganite humans. "Why help us? We're still in debt to you." Robert asked. "The Nagamorphs are losing numbers fighting the Syndicate on Morganite and Marsune, we need the extra training. After all, we don't want this injustice to spread further." Markov answered. "I promise you, after this, we're going to reclaim your homes." Robert said. "It'll be an honor to fight with you." Markov said. Robert nodded and walked over to the tent in the center of camp. McClain and his crew were there. The command console was in the middle. It was showing a layout of the town. "What's this model?" Robert asked zooming in on the new T9 model. "It is similar to a T7, but has more firepower, shielding tech, and strategic thinking." McClain explained. "We'll have to target these first. We also don't posses the resources or manpower to hold this town. We need to flank the robots, defeat them, and then recruit who we can and leave. If we attract Sam to this planet, or any general, we won't be alive for long." Robert said. "Are you ready then?" McClain asked. Robert walked out of the tent. "It's time to rise up! Reclaim Trite!" Robert shouted as the few soldiers present moved into attack position.
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Metallic Sunset
Science Fiction2090, one year since the devastating victory, or loss as many refer to it as, against the Starmind. A new threat has emerged. She who has been watching the heroes for years. It's now her time to strike.
