If Po Survived (ST3 AU)

Chapter 19: Something More

Obstacle after obstacle. They were all passed with effort and hard work after days and days. The three just kept getting back up until they were officially rookies. They still had months and possibly years of training, but they didn't care. They were getting good.

Po never felt so alive or so strong in her life. She still needed to work on getting used to the sound of the gunshot, but she would get past it. She felt like she was still avenging her friends, her family at some point. But it confused her when she laid awake at night. Noo Noo killed her friends, and yet she felt like Noo Noo wasn't to blame. But rather...Shadow was. The moment she thought that, she gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. But then, took a deep breath and calmed down.

One day, it was onto moving targets.

"Okay, Walten. You first." Miles said before Walten grabbed a pistol and fired at all of the targets, shooting them all down. "Huh. That was fast."

Walten chuckled. "I've shot a gun before. Heh."

Miles nodded before seeing Ron go. He missed a couple of times, but a few more shots later, the targets were down. The sergeant then faced Po. "Okay, Po. You ready?"

Po saluted, like she saw the other soldiers do and like she had been taught to do. "Uhh, sir yes sir!" She then stopped. "That's how you do it, right?"

Miles nodded. "Simple at that. Give it a go."

Po nodded, and readied her brain for the noise of the gun firing and clenched the gun tightly so it wouldn't fall out of her hands. She then fired, and while the gun nearly did jump, it did not leave her hands and she hit the targets. She gasped and then smiled wide. "HAHA! I did it!"

"Good job, Po!!!" Walten exclaimed.

"Ha! You did way better than me! I missed 5 times, and you only missed 3 times!" Ron laughed.

Miles chuckled before lightly punching Po's arm. "Nice job, kid. We'll move on tomorrow."

Po giggled. "Thanks, sir."

Walten nodded. "Yeah, Miles. And thanks for letting us stay here."

"Well, you're vital to this war and one of us now." Miles said before lighting a cigarette and putting in his mouth.

Po tilted her head. "What's that?"

"Oh, whoops." Miles chuckled a bit and put it out. "Old habits die hard. Welp, cya rookies." He then walked off, but something was on his mind as he walked back inside. He was just proud of himself that he was keeping a cool head. There had been a few missions over the days, usually fighting and saving survivors while The New Borns began to take over the world. They called more and more armies to defend their cities and homes, which they did.

But The New Borns seemed to be multiplying. Every bunch they killed, they would spawn again and again with even larger numbers and even more terrifying creatures. They needed to take out the source. And there would be a day where the rookies would need to be soldiers even if they weren't yet. Capturing one wasn't that easy as it sounded. Turns out, in order to track them, they needed samples of each kind. And it took weeks to make a sample into a scanner for Wes.

Then, he turned around and saw Wes run over. "What is it?"

"Sir. I found something important! It's about the machines. The teletubby creation machines." Wes said.

Miles tilted his head. "What about them?"

"They're the reason New Borns keep spawning."

Miles shook his head, incredibly confused by what Wes just told him. "Whaddya mean?"