Armed Enlightenment Book 1 (Practice Story [My other stories are better])

Management crisis

Terran Federation

2 millennium later

The Terran Federation. A superpower that appeared in nowhere somewhere at December 2019 Terran Calendar. Their might over the people was just beyond the comprehension of many of its inhabitants. Although they boasted immense technological superiority over the rest of the world, all nations must have a beginning and an end.

In the ruins of what was once the heart of the Federation, the capital and base Terra, the foundation of what was once the command center of the base capital has shown its age as it succumbs to the stress built over the years. Debris fell into the lower floors of the structure and a small rock fell to the power button of a computer.

The screen lit up with a fuzzy image beneath its shattered screen. An image of a man was seen staring directly at the camera as if talking to the ones who will see it.

"This is for the record. This story was meant to be shit. Shit stories are filled with memes. If they live and I die, my memes will not be written and the future memes are lost. The normies will be the hero. Cause all you need to change a shit multiverse story filled with memes is to take it seriously and a river of normies."

A description beside the man then popped up. It stated the following:

Name: O5-1 = "A/N A'sL/N"
Traits: Redditor/Retard, Gamer, pro vax
Likes: Shitposting, memes, satire,
Dislikes: [DATA REDACTED]

[DATA EXPUNGED]

The man paused for a while and made a deep sigh.

"They're about to complete the greatest trick ever played in shit stories. Their memes will be the memes. But only if they live and I die."

The screen became fuzzy once again as the light inside the room turned black once again and the screen powering off for one last time.

Falmart

Time: 2013 hours

5,000 meters AGL

Tanya Von Degurechaff Pov

Ever since Miss Ilia and I hitched a ride on the plane, besides the curious glances of whatever branch of the special forces they were, nobody seemed to mind the fact that I will be accompanying one of their Colonels for a mission. It was nostalgic, to say the least. For the past few hours, four men would jump off into wherever we were on the air in unpredictable intervals, refuel, and jump again.

I looked over to Miss Ilia's seat and saw her wearing standard HALO equipment and parachute over her woodland Marine Corps Combat Utility Uniform. Normally, she'd be fine even without it just like me who will jump while wearing my officer's uniform from the Fatherland while we jump. Taking a closer look, I saw her jump wings patch attached on her uniform but I couldn't put it against her. I owed her too much for opening my eyes to their world.

I was just a pawn back then... forced into a world war by that bastard, Being X. Of course, they couldn't just let that happen. "Divine" intervention through reincarnation to gain more followers? That's one hell of a recipe for destruction. Surprised it took them long enough while I was busy on my deathbed. It was the first time the Council had authorized a purge order since the Zeus incident. It was thanks to Miss Ilia for handing me the honors to execute it. Unlike them, she was different.