Iron Embers
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Last published Sat, Apr 12, 2014
The year is 2048, and our universe has erupted into an enormous inter-galactic civil war......
Modern wafare is now spearheaded by mechanical exoskeletons, gravity defiying soldiers, and slip-space transportation......
Years before the war, planetary colonies derving from Earth were tyrannically controlled by a private security corporation known as Prismacorps Industries.
Prismacorps promised an ensuring future to the colonist of those colonies, "Your dreams, are humanity's tomorrow."
Then, Primacorps attempted to "advance" humanity by replacing it with Robotics and superior Automations.
Protests began within major colony cities, which inspired a call for revoultion. Prismacorps began to put down the protesters, skeptics ,and philosophers within the colonies , thus revealing their true intention; universal power.
They depicted themselves as technological gods, and political titans. They were no longer into creating our dreams into humanity's tomorrow.
They created weapons that they threatened could end all life as the universe knows it, weapons that they threathened to use if mankind got out of hand.
Now, the universe is engaged in a massive civil war invloving Prismacorps, and the Rebel Colonial Coalition; a massive militia formed by colonies to counter Prismacorps tyrannical control.
A young rebel exoskeleton pilot must lead his fellow soldiers through a gory, terrifying battle for survival and prosperity.
Can he lead a rag-tag group of soldiers, against an overwhelming militaristic security force? Or will he perish like the rest of his fallen comrades?
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