Earth
Year XX
The once cerulean skies are now painted in a shade of tangerine. Fires ravage the city below, creating a fiery glow in the distance. The lone deserted city is filled by the screeching sounds of marching corrupted, murderous droids who want nothing but to kill anything harboring human consciousness.
These mindless mechanoids, once a tool humans created for their own gains are now the ones doing the killing. The Punishing virus brought countless billions dead, leaving in its wake hopelessness and destruction. Turmoil and conflict soon engulfed the entire world, and no one was safe from death.
However, humanity is as stubborn as it gets. Refusing to give up arms and just let the entire human race go extinct, some remnants of the Old World Government was evacuated to space, creating a spark of hope among the surviving humans. Millions of soldiers paid the price to save the rich and powerful, only to be abandoned.
And now, as humanity tests out their luck through the use of technological advancements, they find themselves caught in a crossfire of some organizations that have been left in Earth. The Punishing Virus and the corrupted aren't their sole enemies after all.
Right now, Babylonia is currently in full retreat on this certain city as their ground forces slowly got diminished, creating unfounded chaos in the ranks of the remaining squads and task forces. Multiple sporadic fightings are happening throughout the districts and sectors of the city, causing huge catastrophic loses on humanity's side.
The streets are filled with the thick oil of mangled machinery, mixing it with the vital fluids of deceased constructs who tragically met their demise. The air is brimming with the scent of blood and ozone, as the spent plasma from dead soldiers are left ablaze.
Thin and thick lines of smoke ultimately finds its way up above in a swirling fashion, causing a blanket of smoke to darken the surrounding land. The howling desert winds adds in to the post apocalyptic atmosphere, creating a grim aura inside the city.
Entire blocks of would be human residences are now reduced to ash and rubble, as the failed attempt in the reclamation of City 015 came to its climax. Hordes of corrupted amalgamations, some even spliced together by the horrendous virus, tore through the hastily set up defenses.
Supply chains were cut off, as the designated drop zones was immediately flooded with mindless corrupted. Constructs desperately fought in extreme close combat within the city, leaving them without any escape route. This led to some units be utterly destroyed by the corrupted horde, while some are converted into killing machines.
Amidst the chaos, up above the sky, a group of three constructs led by a human Commandant is currently aboard a Babylonian transport craft. The decade old machine is as menacing as it looks like, descending like a meteorite from the heavens.
Their destination? The post ridden City 015.
Their objective? To spearhead a last ditch counter-offensive against the growing numbers of corrupted roaming the city.
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Fanfiction[] Constructs. Dispensable cannon fodders for humanity to use against the Punishing Virus. Tools to counter the virulent corrupted machines and mechanoids left to wander the desolate wasteland of a planet called Earth. The decades long war against...
