Synth War Reversed!
"Insertion unit, ten minutes before drop on LZ.
Command states the LZ is cold." The chopper pilot
yelled over the deafening thump of the rotors. Our
commanding officer Jintu turned from the pilot and yelled
over the rotors.
"Command has received intelligence from two informants
that a small squad of Synths have found the Eye of Ligion
just outside the DMZ. Our job is to intercept and seize."
The thump of the rotors died away in my mind as he
continued to speak. "Intelligence believes there are only
eight Synths..." "Only eight! One Synth can take
out an entire platoon" interrupted sergeant Rugeria
as he slammed his head back into the head restraint and
clutching his Shocker. "If they role in one
nano-grenade we are ...." "Enough Rugeria!" Jintu
barked back. "Our electrostatic suits are more equipped
this time to handle that. Now we will be landing cold,
but we stay low. We let the Synths come to us. Once we
have the Eye, we radio our helo and we're gone." Jintu
opened his shirt pocket pulled out a map. "We will be
landing in a field six miles from the DMZ. I want
standard formation behind this tree line. Catz, I want
you and Siemons to take sniper point here and here. Catz
you'll take first shot when they are open in the field.
Everyone else you know the drill." "Six minutes" yelled
the co-pilot.
I have engaged the Synths only three times and have only
been with this team during the last operation. I guess
that's why I get the duty as comm grunt. This war with
the Synths has been a long a bloody battle. Many people
believe it wrong for us to destroy the mistake we
created.
Before this endless war began humanity was on
the brink of dying from out of control virus named T9. As
soon as a vaccine was found the virus, the virus would
mutate. Over 4 billion people would die in eighteen
months before the Synth drug was found. It's not really a
drug, but a small nanorobot that hunts down viruses and
destroys them.
The first version of the Synth was very
successful in ridding the body of all viruses. It wasn't
just a cure for the T9 virus, it was a cure for humanity
of all diseases. Everyone on the planet was asked to
vaccinate themselves. Those that weren't were considered
unclean. All newborn babies were mandated by world
federal law to be vaccinated. Just a few years later the
second generation of Synth vaccine was released. Unlike
the first gen Synth, this generation had a protocol to
repair damaged cells. It didn't take long before people
realized that this new generation of Synth actually made
people younger and stronger. What they and the Synth
creators didn't know was the Synth wasn't repairing
damaged cells, it was replacing damaged cells with
itself. The second gen Synth could self replicate at any
time. So anytime one cell died a Synth cell took its
place. Slowly over several years human flesh was replaced
with synthetic flash. Both looked the same, felt the
same, and even smelled the same. It wasn't until you
looked under a micronscope could you tell the difference.
Brains were slowly enhanced to have immeasurable
computational potential, yet the Synth hosts, as they
were to be called, never felt as though they changed.
A
full Synth acted and behaved as the host. But by the time
this was realized over half of the earths population had
already taken the drug. It has been estimated that over
30% of the world population has taken the second gen
Synth drug and of the remaining population was either gen
1 Synth or unclean. War broke out after many of the
second gen Synths decided that all first gen and uncleans
must be vaccinated. However many resisted in fear of
becoming a something other than human.
The helo swooped
over the dense trees and an open field popped into view.
The co-pilot gave the signal for us to ready for landing.
As the helo hovered over the grass waves of insects
scattered into the air. As quickly as the helo got low
our group disembarked our flying life raft. The whine of
the turbine engines roared up as the helo lifted and
banked overhead out of view over the tree line. Two bird
chirps was the signal and we made a dash to the tree
line.
Once at the tree line I turned around to see my
team members getting into position. I was with Jintu as
his radio operator. "Get command on the line and inform
them of our position" Jintu said never looking at me as
he gave hand signals to other team members. "This is
field reporter Sean Gilmont calling CNN, CNN do you
read?" Though our communication was suppose to be secure,
we still masked ourselves as war reporters. "This is CNN
headquarters, we read you" The signal was barely audible.
The tree line we were in was situated behind a mountain
that was blocking most of the signal and satellite
communication was forbidden.
"I'm at the embassy now
waiting on the representatives." A green light came up on
the comm device noting message was received, no further
information is needed. The heat from the sun was immense
and the humidity almost unbearable. I could feel the
sweat running down my back as I crouched down behind a
bunker.
We were only fifty miles from New Houston, Texas
use to be. New Houston might have changed, but the August
sun never does. My heart had settled down by now and I
could hear the distance sounds of CO2 and semi-auto fire
in the distance. Jintu leaned over "heck of a fire fight
over there."
A soft bird chirp drifted in with the dry summer breeze.
Jintu responded with a reply call. That was the signal
that movement has been spotted. Jintu leaned out to see
Siemons' hand signal that two Synths are at the far edge
of the field in the tree line. I dared not move, but my
legs started to cramp squatting behind this bunker. The
two synth soldiers slowly emerged from the tree line
keeping a low defensive posture.
The lead of the two
raised a monocular and scanned the open field. I just
hoped all our team members were patient as a hunter
waiting for the prey to open themselves into the field.
The lead Synth opened his shirt pocket and slipped in his
monocular. He raised his left hand while keeping his
right hand on his marker. Five more Synths emerged in a
box pattern. There were two Synths in the front and two
guarding synths in the back. All four surrounding a synth
caring the Eye. The eye must weight about fifty pounds as
the Synth's marker was shouldered and you could see him
straining under the weight.
"How much further to command
ops?" The synth dropped the Eye to the ground. "It feels
like I have been carrying this for miles." Now the Synth
was kneeling by the Eye catching his breath. "Listen
James, all we have to do is get it over the ridge line
and down the creek bed. We are all tired form lugging
that thing. Here I'll take it and you take point." Catz
peering down a slight knoll in the tree line has a bead
on the Synth carrying the Eye. The group is in the middle
of the field and they have stopped for something. He
moves the scope to find the point man away from his
position walking back to the carrier. The point man
raises goes to shoulder his marker. At that second Catz
knew that with all the prey in the open and with two with
shouldered weapons, this was the time. A soft thumb
sounded from Catz sniper Phantom.
"Next time you carry the ...." The point man’s eyes
grew large as he felt the sting under his left shoulder
blade. He knew he was eliminated.
The two rear Synths
dove for cover in the grass. The Synth carrying the Eye
was hit in the side of the head by Rugeria before he
realized his teammate was hit. The other point man threw
a nano-grenade at Rugeria's position. The nanos would
disperse in a 20 foot diameter from the grenade. Rugeria
held his position knowing the nano-grenade wouldn't
penetrate his electrostatic suit. The two front guards
went prone and laid into Catz and Siemon's position.
The
high end electros kicked and rained paint into Siemon's
unprotected perch. Siemons was out. Catz slowly retreated
back under the undergrowth to get another shot. Jintu and
I started moving forward as the action started a little
further back than anticipated. The front point man
engaged Rugeria. The two rear guards hastily retreated
into the tree line and started to circle around to flank
Rugeria. As they rounded the tree line they could see the
back of Rugeria as he engage their fellow Synth. Slowly
they approached together daring not to make a sound. The
trip wire has a strength of 20 lb per square foot.
Strong, but still thin enough not to be noticed. The line
was placed six inches off the ground. High enough to be
effective and not be seen at the same time. The grenades
rested quietly until the pin gentle slipped from it's
position.
Two grenades exploded in a bright yellow rain
eliminating both Synth players to Rugeria's rear. Rugeria
looking to his rear to see both Synth players covered in
paint. The point man took this opportunity and rushed
into to bunker Rugeria. As Rugeria turned he saw the
Synth almost on top of him. Triggers were pulled and the
roar of semi-auto fire erupted. The Synth took three hits
to the chest and Rugeria took two in the leg. Jintu
couldn't see anymore Synths and told me to call in the
helo.
I stopped and knelled to make the comm uplink.
Jintu slowly approached the Eye never seeing the two
remaining Synth hiding in the tall grass. One Snyth
popped up and ripped three rounding into Jintu's vest.
Catz took the target and placed a shoot square in the
middle of the Synth's back. The remaining Synth let into
his eMag towards Catz. I was Catz'z only hope. I raised
my PGP and slowly angled my way towards the back of the
Synth. He repositioned himself to a closer bunker and had
Catz pinned. I moved into position to get a good shot in
his back. Catz in a bold move raised up to auto trigger
the Synth. But it was to late the Synth had better cover
and Catz was sent packing. The Synth soldier stood up, as
I did to, and he turned looking right at me. I was merely
twenty yards away with a straight shot. With a thump
sound my PGP marked him square in the chest. By now I
barely noticed how swallow my breathing was. The heat was
unbearable. "This is field reporter Sean Gilmont calling
CNN, CNN do you read?"
"We read you."
"I'm requesting a taxi for one."
"Negative. All taxis have been grounded. Make move to
Castle Rock."
There is no way I can move the Eye by myself in this
heat. I looked over my shoulder to see yet another Synth
starting to pick up the Eye. With what strength I could
muster I raised my PGP and asked the Synth to surrender.
He spun around hands raised.
"I'm a resistance fighter don't shoot!"
"Your armband tells me other wise."
"Hold on and look." The Synth slowly turned over his
armband to show resistance color.
"I'm an infiltrator. A first gen Synth."
I have heard of first gen Synths helping the resistance.
They can infiltrate Synth compounds, but they can't
eliminate anyone inside Synth territory.
"This is good now you can help me carry the Eye back to
the command." I was starting to get my hopes up that this
operation wasn't a failure.
"Carry it!"
"Yes, command says all helos have been knocked out of
commission."
The infiltrator looked down at the ground.
"We'll never make it. Synth is sending in more
reinforcements. The Eye will turn the tide of the war and
they will do everything to get it. Here is a plan, I help
you get into Synth command. They have a trans portal you
can use to get the Eye back."
"What's your angle?"
"The Eye is my ticket passed the guards to download Synth
wireless protocols inside central command. We can then
use this protocol to decrypt Synth transmissions." I
ripped off my arm band and let it fall to the ground. I
snapped my PGP into its holster and picked up the Eye.
With a grunt in my voice, "what are we waiting for?" Once
at the river bed not far from the tree line we met up
with Synth re-enforcements. They offered many times to
carry the eye for me, but I politely replied that I
carried it all this way then I'll finish the job. The
Synth cheered as they saw the Eye being taken closer and
closer to their command center. The infiltrator never
left my side. He was my guiding angle as I felt I was
being lead deeper into hell. We were stopped short by the
elite Synth guards.
"Where's your arms band?"
I quickly looked for my armband use to be and made a
movement to look around as if it must have just fallen
off. "Dunno." The informant piped in. "Listen he must
have lost in in the brush while carrying the Eye. The Eye
contains a fragile tachnometer inside it. If he drops it
then the Eye is worthless. And to bypass those resistance
fighters we had to go through some thick brush." The
guards looked at the informant's arm band. "Alright.
However if you want to enter the complex you must plug
your barrel on your Impulse." The guard handed the
informant a special barrel plug that signified he wasn't
armed, but not eliminated. I picked up the Eye and
started uphill to the command center. The informant
whispered, "I'm glad they didn't see your PGP. Let me
carry the Eye, when I drop it you start firing."
"What about all that stuff you said about being fragile?"
"Eh, what do they know."
It was a good two minute hike up the trail before we got
to the command center. The command center was all but
deserted. Only two armed engineers remained. "I'm here to
deliver the Eye to the Synth Marshall."
"There all gone" replied one of the engineers. They are
engaging the resistance in a frontal assault. We need to
portal the eye to a safer place. So place the Eye in the
portal." The informant raised his back to lift the Eye
higher. That was the signal to get ready. As the Eye feel
to the ground I upholstered my PGP and shot the first
engineer in the foot. The sound of the Eye hitting the
floor masked the sound of the shot. The other engineer
turned and saw the mark on his buddy. "Shoot him" yelled
the informant as he pointed to the other engineer.
Something was wrong either time was running slow or my
PGP was jammed. The remaining engineer grabbed an air
horn and sounded the distress call. I got the PGP pumped
back again and shot the last engineer in the leg. "We got
to hurry now" said the informant in a rush looking for
the mini-cds. I turned and informed the ref we were
portaling to the resistance command center. With new
strength I picked up the Eye and placed in into the
portal. The sounds of paint rained down on the complex.
"Hurry up!"
"I found them!" He raised a pair of mini-cds he found on
the open table. We both stepped on the portal and
signaled the ref we were ready for a portal jump.
"Commander! We are getting an incoming portal signal. One
human and one Synth." "Go to red alert!" yelled the
commanding guard. Six guards surrounded the portal poised
to fire as soon as the doors opened. I stumbled through.
"Don't shoot don't shoot! We have the eye!" Two guards
came up to carry the Eye away.
The informant walked over to the commanding officer.
"Here are the Synth wireless protocols too." The
commanding officer replied, "it's time we change the tide
of this war."