Every corporation looks after its bottom line, but sometimes a corporation thinks it's an empire. The Mid-System Trading Company wants The Belt, and they don't care whom they have to bribe or kill to get it. Their plans go wrong when a group of pirates hijacks the wrong shipment.Fearing their plan will be exposed, MSTC hires an assassin to kill the pirates and retrieve the stolen weapons.Sometimes, though, assassins can have a conscious, pirates can be good guys, and battle armor can think it's an anime character.
I always believed in what I could see. Sure I was raised in one of those Christian Non-Denominational churches by my parents and a very strict Mimi, but my beliefs were not exactly solid. That all changed when I found myself rocketing through the cosmos after hitting an ambush while on patrol in the sandbox. I landed in a magic circle made by an Archmage bent on world domination. Spoiler alert, Fantasy Hitler isn't bulletproof!
Now I'm in a foreign land full of humans, elves, dwarves, and gnomes. No electricity, no decent music, and worst of all, basic hygiene isn't a concept these backward idiots have figured out. I'm doing my best to survive and find a way home. I've got a limited supply of ammo to feed my M4, a limited amount of batteries to power nods, two frags, and one claymore.
My name is Staff Sergeant Kevin Holden, and this is my story.
Every corporation looks after its bottom line, but sometimes a corporation thinks it's an empire. The Mid-System Trading Company wants The Belt, and they don't care whom they have to bribe or kill to get it. Their plans go wrong when a group of pirates hijacks the wrong shipment.Fearing their plan will be exposed, MSTC hires an assassin to kill the pirates and retrieve the stolen weapons.Sometimes, though, assassins can have a conscious, pirates can be good guys, and battle armor can think it's an anime character.