A World Divided, A Sky on Fire

A New Start

January 2nd, 1940

Desmond decided he would stay in the pirate territory of Australia. The war had ground to a stale mate as American soldiers landed in Greenland and West Africa. The war devolved into soldiers staring at each other from their trenches. It was starting to look like The Great War again. He made no intention of returning.

He was out camping in a part of a forest which had bioluminescent fungi. He took a bit out of some chicken when he heard a howl from a wolf. The animal sounded injured and close by. There were three wolves native to Australia. The smallest and weakest were direct descendants of dire wolves. Even though they weren't really dire wolves, they were still called that. One of the others was the Australia was a descendant if the Borophaginae. They were called Jaw Wolves from their powerful jaws that could crush bone. The final was a descendant if the Bear Dog, now called a Bear Wolf.

Knowing the danger, Desmond went towards the wolf hoping to put it out of it's misery. He found the wolf caught in a trap. It was a dire wolf pup. On the floor, was it's mother, dead . The bushes nearby rustled and two men came out. "Ah, it's the small one. It'll sell for a good price." One with a British accent said.

"But we've been ordered to bring it back to London for experiments." They were both British, likely their bio-research division. The second sighed and approached the pup which whimpered in respond.

Desmond came out of the forest. "Stop Right there!" He held his M1919 sub machine gun and pointed it at the man. "Back up or I'll rattle your body with lead!"

The agent put his hands up. "Woah! Woah! It's just a dire wolf! Why do you care?" He started to back away.

"Because, your empire took everything from me. I've been here for about a year and I didn't know what I was doing. But now I know...I'm going to help burn your empire to the ground." Desmond says as he stood in front of the pup. "I'm going to start with you." He says before pulling the trigger, gunning them both down.

He took the dire wolf pup out of the net and carried it back to his camp. He gave the pup some of his food and went to sleep.

Four days later, he was in a hotel was staying at. He had the pup in his lap while jazz was playing. Someone knocked on his door. "Hey, Gweilo! Someone is here to see you."

"Tell them to fuck off." He says as he stood up, grabbing his pistol and sliding it into his holster.

"You don't exactly tell a pirate to fuck off."

"Well I just did."

"Eh...uh okay." A few moments later there were six gun shots and thump. Desmond has his gun pointed at the door.

"Don't shoot, I just want to talk." A man with a French accent said.

"I said to fuck off." Desmond says, approaching the door.

"I know, but it's urgent."

"Alright, I'll listen. What do you want?"

"I know how much you hate the British, I have a job for you."

"What is it?"

"British are planning on invading an independent country. New France specifically."

"So you're doing this for you?"

"Non, I want to help bring down the British too."

Desmond thought for a bit. He sighed and put his head back.

"Come on, we got a P-51 with your name on it!"

"I'll do it, on one condition." Desmond says as he slid his gun into it's holster.