“In an average system, in the deep part of the galaxy, a new type of human was created and born into this universe. An unconquerable force will awake from its cell thinking one thing and only one thing, “kill my enemies”! This is how the future will know the Troops of Tomorrow!” Project Troop of Tomorrow, Director and Emperor of planet Omega, Quails Yorker. Tap. Tap. Tap. He heard on a glass surface. He tried to open his eyes to see who or what the noise was coming from, but all he could see a blurry sewer green. He then realized he was in a tank of some sort and there was needles in his arms. Suddenly, the liquid started to drain out of the tank he was in. He fell to the bottom of the tank feeling weak to stand up. The glass next slid up reveling three men in white lab coats. They grabbed his arms and pulled him up to a table and sat him on it. After that one placed a blanket over his cold, wet, naked flesh. “He seems like he accepted the gene,” one of the scientists said. “Indeed, this Genera has grown to it’s full intelligence,” another one said. “Where am I,” the Genera said. “Who are you,” The scientists stared and were shocked at how fast he learned the language. “He.....You are at a.... research facility in orbit around Omega.” the older scientist said. “You are the future of space combat, you are perfection. We are the ones who well made you what you are. And you are Genera Alpha, leader of the Troops of Tomorrow space forces.” The Genera then sat up and turned his head towards the old scientist and said, “When do I get to kick some ass,” 6 Months Later A Far Away Planet. Barbarian Technology To be Home Base of Project Troops of Tomorrow A row of men and a couple woman stood in a line in orange battle armor with a helmet in a hand at their right side. Also a man in blue battle armor stood in front of them, the leader. A tall man in a green uniform then walked up to the leader of the Generas. “This will not be easy, but if any of you survive you will be immediately promoted to control a squad then small army, and so forth. Good luck to you all,” a Corporal said to the line of generas. The side door of the transport slid up reveling a dark forest. At that point the generas put their helmets on and walked tout the door of the transport. The blue Genera then ordered the rest of them to split into team and destroy any enemies they saw. Less then five minutes later. One of the teams had discovered the barbarian’s encampment. All the generas then headed for that area to plan an attack. Once all of the them got back the leader ordered everyone to surround the encampment and wait for a blue flare. After each of them was in place, the leader shot a green flare to the north. He then fired a blue one two minutes later. Then energy blasts coming from the woods around the camp started hitting their targets. Most of the generas were coming from the south since the green flare attracted the barbarians to the north putting them close together and easy targets. The encampment was pretty much wiped of life in less then 2 minutes from twelve people. After searching the perimeter of the ruins of the encampment the Generas headed back to the transport that dropped them off. The corporal then greeted them and gave the okay to return to the flagship in orbit around the planet. The flagship could of wiped out the encampment, but they let the generas have some battle training. After five more raids on the primitive people, not even one genera was wounded. Thus raising each of their ranks depending on their hit ratio and amount of fire. 3 Months Later The once low rank lead of the troops of tomorrow was now leader of “Thor’s Fleet”. Over 2000 planets were attacked and taken over under his leadership. But because of these battles five of the generas were killed, missing in action, or captured by a unknown empire that had been attacking outlying Troop of Tomorrow outposts. The leader of the Troops of Tomorrow even gave himself a nickname but no one knew what it was. They just called him Admiral Genera. But in a resent battle against the unknown empire he was killed by a suicide fighter that rammed into the bridge, but his friends and children lived on to follow the code of the Troops of Tomorrow.


More stories by Jechtz:
• Tides of War: The Beginning of the End
• The Start of Fatelords Warz (Jechtz version)Part 2
• The Reckoning of the Troops of Tomorrow
• The Start of Fatelords Warz (Jechtz version)