Location: America
Year: 2507
Time: 0500 hrs

The motherland as it has been known, has erupted with conflict cries of pain, anger, and anguish as men and women this time. They cut one another down, one country in the name of freedom the other in dominance. Russia wanted German soil and the Germans wished to separate from Russia, in this way Germany could go back to it's once glorious self or at least the people of Germany hoped. This all began like many, many other countries who had assimilated to a larger sister country as to not be seen as an enemy during World War 3. This action was understandable as the whole entire world fought amongst itself for superiority. European leaders decided they should all band together the smaller countries with the bigger ones, this was called the Big Brother Act seemed. It seemed like a good idea, at first until later after the war the Big Brother Act was read more thoroughly as it stated; that the conjunction of the two countries was permanent and the smaller country would have give up it's name.

Now Russia's skies were peppered with it's own men as they made there advance toward the Germans. This is where you come in at our mission is to help in the liberation of the German country from Russian's. Within the hour you will be expected to be redcom one and ready to go pack everything as you see fit. Seera's have sent us substantial information on the situation, because of that information only Hana's, Bbeee's and Cbrnea will sent to ground zero. Cbnea be aware the Russia's have been seen using an unknown biological agent, Hana's this country has Irregulars at the ready, deal with them first then the regular army. Bbeee's, you are support you go where you are needed. Briefing adjourned.

The Base began to boom as engines were warmed, and supplies were made ready. Every last member of the Organization was a member of a Series those currently, even those Series' not in use played the unseen support role, such as air traffic controller, communications, mission tracker and so on. Those who were preparing themselves for direct combat however, made there way to their room's, as it was more than a place to lay their heads. In fact the room of a Series, was a personal arms room, as well as a supply closet full of the latest technology and weaponry available to man you kept all of your gear here the latest in body armor a complete body suit . With a simple gripping of a bar caved into the wall near the door, and a display of spirit energy strong enough for the system to read it's specifics, granted you access into this stronghold of solitude.

A rough voiced could be heard throughout the base as an older man spoke through the building, from his office mic. "This is you Commander speaking. Be very careful on this mission, the irregulars which reside in Europe are known for there ability to neutralize the abilities of others, they are also well trained and will not be affected by the cold as you will. We will be in the middle of Russian winter make sure to not forget that. That is all."

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Dual - Alternate Universe Naruto FanFic

Seera Black watched from the shadows, listening to the briefing from the place he felt most safe and secure. As a survival specialist, he'd always count the number of exists in any room he found himself in, and time how long it took him to discover them all. He fancied himself a mere shadow at times, a figment of darkness and illusion rather than flesh and blood. He was one of the best Seera ever produced, and at times thought he might make the transition back to Eas, but he loves the thrill of infiltrating and surviving behind enemy lines and remaining undetectable at all costs too much to leave his new post as Seera. While not as bloody a job, he kills when need be to keep from being exposed.

He nodded when the speaking officer mentioned the Seera's work and involvement in the current mission. He knew better than to speak out of turn, and didn't. His only wish was that his good work was put to good use and not squandered. When the briefing was adjourned, he left the room and went to his station to start performing the duties assigned to him as one of the non combat oriented series.

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"Ahhhh, another wonderful day at base, the air is filled with briefings and my favorite seat is just beginning to warm-up" Hana Blue, thought to himself as he cleared his throat as if to speak.
He listened to the commander babble about the mission, irregulars as the priority and them army lads after. "So in other words; fun first then clean up the mess, what a dull job."

At least the commander didn't give them a heads up on what to expect from the irregulars, otherwise all the surprises would be voided and this Hana enjoyed those little bumps in the road to freedom.
As the briefing concluded Blue moved to grab his gear, he was aware the other members and series were preparing for the fight and as usual he could tell the most were rather grim about the whole business.
It was Russia's fault for invading, so anything that was going to happen to her soldiers was going to be justified and Blue was going to do his job with a smile.

"Within the hour, riiiight, gives me plenty of time to brush my pearly whites and grab some grub before the bash." He smiled revealing a set of perfectly white teeth.

Year: 2496
Locale: Alaska
Time: 0000 hrs.

As a large military carrier plane hovers above the icy Alaskan surface, a ladder is lowered allowing the passengers to begin climbing down, all the smaller passengers bundled up tightly in large coats. In the darkness where the only thing that is visible is a faint glimmer of the white snow, a single figure can be seen waiting below the ladder. Once all of the packages are dropped off the large plane reels in the ladder and takes off. It grows quiet now as all that can be heard is shivering bodies and staggered breathing. The unique sound of snow being stepped in can be heard as the figure comes closer, his image still unclear to tired eyes.

It's going to be a long time before you dicks get any sleep, so I advise you stop breathing and shaking like death's got you by the balls, and you start learning to conserve energy! Because your gonna be needing . . . a lot of that ! The harsh voice yelled to the group, the children amongst group were bewildered.

They were told that they would go through some hardships upon being adopted by a military man, but they hadn't see it as they lived luxuriously in the house of the General Saber. They got what they wanted when they wanted how they wanted it at any time of the day, what more could a kid ask for. Now after a year of living that life they were woken up on this night put on a plane and dropped off in a freezing Tundra.

In their confusion some of the younger kids clung to the maids and butlers that had arrived there with them. These house servants pushed the children aside as they walked over to the figure opposite them.

"You wont be getting anymore tender loving care while your here so you should learn to start liking one another . . . right about now! LINE UP! Double arm interval, if your confused on what that is put those two twigs connected to your shoulders outwards and makes sure the person next to you isn't touching your fingers with his. This was said in a obvious sarcastic manner.

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Dual - Alternate Universe Naruto FanFic

Walking out of the briefing room, Bbeee Red walked throught the halls of the base, keeping a quick pace as he headed to his room. Reaching his room, Red flicked on the light switch, letting him clearly see all the weapons scattered around his room.

"Middle of winter huh? Damn, I hate the cold..."

Grabbing his favorite semi-auto shotgun and placing it over his back, a smile appeared across Red's face.

"Then again, there might still be some fun to be had along the way."

If there was one thing Red enjoyed, it was a mission. When just hanging around the base, Red always seemed tense, uneasy and meek. But on a mission, he felt like he could act normal. Well, normal by his definition. Opening up his closet, Red was met with a variety of different weapons. Casting his gase over them, Red picked out a few that he thought would be benifitial in combat situations based on where they were going, and who'd they be fighting.

"Shame I'm only being assigned as back-up. Ah well, better than nothing."

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Purple sighed as the comanders loud voice came over the intercom, spearing his current train of thought as he worked on some of his latest vials of biological warfare. "Well, good morning to you too." Purple said to himself sarcasticly. "Mission time already?" Purple collected the vials at his desk and began storing them on his special belt made for holding his weapons. Purple sighed as he finnished, pushing his red bangs out of his face. His ferriece green eye's surveyed the area. "Well...guess i'd better get ready."

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Silver wasn’t happy about his orders, not one bit. But it was not the place to complain about the assignment you get. After he found about his task, the rest of the briefing was not much interest to him anymore, but he kept a straight face, and hide his boredom.

After the briefing he left the room, slapping his orders against his palm. As the people were leaving the room he spotted a familiar head, someone he knew from Ees training. Silver skipped a few quick steps to catch up with the other soldier.
“Hi Black, haven’t seen you in a while.” He poked the other man’s shoulder with the papers he was holding.

Silver was a quite handsome young man, his straw-blond hair was always well combed, parted on the left side. He had smooth features, but didn’t look feminine. His bright blue eyes always sparkled with full of life every time he was talking. He flashed Black a smile, displaying his pearl-white teeth. If Silver would have lived in the early 20th century, he would have been the poster child for the Third Reich’s “ubermensch”.

“What did you get? You know what they gave me? Desk duty!” He rolled his eyes. “I worked my ass off to get fluent in German and Russian, and what do I get? I little room, a radio, and I can listen to the enemy talking about packages from home 24/7.” He sighted.

Black slowed his stride as he heard someone exiting the briefing room and hastening their foot steps. A smirk appeared on his face as he remembered the voice. He looked over, to his former colleague after being greeted by him. "Silver, you honor me with your real face. I'm shocked, and here I figured you were still out on assignment." he said to him. He listened, knowing that the question was just leading to his own little spill. "Sounds harsh. I got mission tracking. I'd prefer they sent me out again. I could be a scout or something, but we're needed here. No use complaining." he said

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Orange had got up and filed behind everyone else out of the exit. Some of the others grumbled about the cold, but Orange himself didn't mind it, it's not like he hadn't been trained to sit through such kind of weather before. Because of this he could not help but smile.

And with a hop and a skip Orange started off on his walk to his quarters. "Ahhh time for a nap...." while it would be normal for any other agents to have a job right about now, Orange had been issued a "cool down period", consisting of a single day( What a day was to command Orange had no idea, as he had been told to get to work sometimes well before the end of his break). Orange had just got back from the field, arriving in the wee hours of the morning. He had spent most of his time sleeping as he was apt to do so when he was given any brake time, Orange was a man who needed sleep, seems his own ability had a small tax on him. But it only mildly effected him. If he wasn't in the firing range, he could usually be found in his room asleep. Any long periods of free time Orange had would usually be spent sleeping, not only in anticipation for any actual recon stuff, but for wasting time as well. It still was, however, just a single day. Tomorrow he would be on the board, just like everyone else. Orange decided to push that thought away, he was here now, so enjoy the moment!

He glanced out of the windows as he walked, seeing the "new recruits" down near the heli-pad, in formation being barked at. "Doh ho ho ho." Orange laughed. As he walked into his quarters he switched on the small radiator that was sitting near his bed, it hummed to life. He then kicked off his boots and dropped onto his bed, un-buttoning his jacket in the process. He was about to drift off when a knock at the door interrupted his relaxation.

"What." Orange said obviously a little annoyed. The door didn't budge, nor did he hear anyone. "Always, with the protocol these enlisted men...." Orange said under his breath, "Enter!" he shouted the door then opened. As he thought an enlisted man peeked his head into the room his face met Oranges bored look. "Uhh, sir the Commander had a message for you.." "Yes and what was it?"

"Well the Commander suggested you help with the intro of the newcomers down near the Heli-pad seeing as how you don't have any...uhh jobs to do at the moment..."

"So it was an order...."

""Uhhh, yeah...sir" the enlisted man's head disappeared, off to do, what the enlisted usually do....

As much as the next guy, the Commander simply hated wasted talent, "this" was in fact how Orange's sleep-time had been interrupted before. For some funny reason if he didn't follow the commander's "suggestion" Orange would often find his name under latrine duty, usually for a few days (what was that old book Orange had read before....? Oh yes, Catch 22). And Orange was a highly hygienic man (strange for someone who spent most of his time in the same positions day-in-day-out) Orange got up off the bed, putting on his boots, buttoning up his jacket, and switching off the radiator, he caught himself in the mirror, and decided to put on his Officer's cap, which he hardly ever wore, with it (and a wink at himself) on he started out the door. He came out of the exit near the long hallway separating the base from the Officer's quarters. The familiar crunch of snow under his boots, he was quickly upon the strange group, who was currently being yelled at, and with his hands behind his back he stood with a smile upon his face, not a happy smile, but a smile of a shark, it was always fun to scare these "children" But truth be told helping them now, kind of reminded him of himself at their age, "Ahh it seems like it was only just yesterday...

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Hana White listened attentively to the briefing at hand, his ghostly companion lying calmly at his feet for the time being. As far as he was concerned, this was your basic neutralize all hostiles mission. Ok, so there were irregulars to consider, but how boring would the mission be if there wasn’t something to spice it up? His only concern was whose power was faster. Either way, with the right back up, they had nothing in particular to worry about. Not that they weren’t one man armies in and of themselves as Hana series agents.

When the briefing was let out, he went to his room and began to prepare himself for the mission to come. For now he decided upon some breathing exercises. It helped him to steel his mind and focus on his spirit energy. He felt a rush of chilled air as his companion rushed past him and curled up beside him. He already knew what he was going to take on this mission. His basic set would be his equipment of choice, and as he was quite used to extreme cold, the thought of a Russian winter didn’t faze him one bit.

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"Ahhh sarcasm, the wonder bread of the English language, how it feeds the mind" The boy managed to whisper between his shivering, the cold weather ripped into him like a bone saw and keeping his humor and wits about gave him warmth. He tried to look around, trying to observe his surroundings but his eyes were poorly adapted to the snow covered landscape.

He locked his arms around the two people next to him, shouting into the freezing winds, " Name's Edwin Buldervein pleased to meet ya all in this fine white nightmare!" He was a tall twelve year old, though he tended to forget how tall exactly, he had sandy colored hair which was slowing whitening because of the snow, a set of playful blue eyes and rows of abnormally white teeth.

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A little remark. The italic lines are his thoughts, not spoken out loud.


Silver narrowed his eyes, as the cold wind hit him in the face. The dream is over, and our hand hangs in the potty. When he was woken up tonight, he knew he had to expect something bad. He never trusted that old man Saber. He was an adult, and adults lie. He learned this lesson already before the time he was adopted. Adults lie, and act all nicely, but just because they want something from you. And kids... kids are all stupid, they believe in all the lies and fairytales the adults tell them. The mansion was a lie as well, he didn’t like it. It was not right, he saw it... but the others were too stupid. After the first month he tried to get away, but those soldiers got him. Lucky for Silver, they bought his tear and snot filled act of the lost child, and he could escape punishment.

They 7 years old boy wrapped his scarf around his mouth, as they were shepherd out of the plane. Silver smirked under his shawl, as he saw the children clinging to butlers and maids. Stupid little whiny wimps. They still don’t realize that those adults were lying all the time?

Silver was trying to get in line as he was told when someone suddenly locked his arm around his neck from behind. „Code name Hana Blue...” He started. Don’t you touch me you pile of snot! Silver screamed in his mind, and pulled his head out of the grip, ramming his palm against the side of the other kid. At this point his thoughts caught up with his actions, the other kid was much bigger and older, than him. Starting a fight in a snow, and getting an older foe were the worst ideas right now. Silver skipped a few steps to the side, and put his arms out to the side, wiggling his fingers. „He said two arms wide... you don’t want to get into trouble Hana?” He flashed his brightest smile from under his scarf at the other kid.

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The young boy of 8 named Paul Hill had been through a lot at his tender age. He was of average height and weight for a boy his age, with green eyes and short and spiky black hair. He was orphaned, and left in the cold to die. This biting cold reminded him just a few years prior. He looked over to the ghost of the gray wolf that was standing beside him. He was already gifted with the talent for spirit energy as was evident in his ability to see the ghost wolf as plain as day. He knew the wolf was dead, but petted the ghost anyway. To those less attuned to their spirit energy, it would look like he was petting thin air, but those with his level or better affinity for the super natural would be able to see the wolf as well.

He could remember it like it happened just yesterday. His home, his family, all he ever knew had been torn away from him. Scavengers came to feast on the dead, and a pack of wolves had sniffed out the boys burnt village. He was curled up in a corner, crying. One wolf stranded from the pack, picking up the faint whimpers of the boy. When he found the child, he licked his lips and teeth, savoring the meal to come. The boy saw the wolf enter, and fear gripped him. When the wolf pounced, a portion of the roof of the cabin came crashing down. The boy's luck proved useful, saving him once more. The wolf was injured, but not dead.

The boy saw this as an opportunity. He could kill the wolf here, but the danger was past. Instead, he dug the wolf out. He patched it up, and used the limited hunting skills he'd learned from his father to catch small game. He caught squirrels, rabbits, and the like to keep them fed, and in time the wolf recovered. By now, the wolf's pack was long gone, and there was no one around for miles. To repay the boy, the wolf stayed by him, and they worked together to stay alive during the harsh and bitter cold of the winter's fury. In that winter they bonded, and went through hardship after hardship to remain alive. As their resources waned, and the winter grew worse, it seemed they would not survive. His luck saved him again, when he happened to be discovered by General Saber. He was out on a winter expedition into the forest when he found the boy. From there, his life made a turn for the best. The General was too late to save the wolf. As a matter of fact, the boy was grieving at the grave site of twigs and leaves he used to cover his companion when the General found him.

That was his first taste of the real pain, and sometimes he wonders why he was the only one to survive. The entire year with the general was like a dream, and now it was over. It was back to the bone chilling cold, one that permeated to one’s very soul. His gaze lingered at the people he’d reluctantly, but surely came to call his new family. Apparently he was on his own again, it the cold with his companion by his side. He didn’t bother introducing himself, he already knew these guys from staying with them. He mainly focused on keeping himself warm while adhering to the man’s orders. He was of average height and weight for a boy his age, with green eyes and short and spiky black hair.

((Seera Black's post is on the way))

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