User blog:Jacob55111/Ancora

Ok! This is the intro to my little fanfic I plan on writing after my games are done. I have always thought there was so much potential in fanfics NOT haveing to do with the games, that I am planning to write one myself. So, this takes place BEFORE the first rebellion.

P.S. Sorry, I know I should be working on my games. But I had to. HAD TO, YOU HEAR?

P.P.S. FOUL LANGUAGE WARNING! There WILL be swearing... No F-bombs or anything, but mild language. I'm sorry, but it's physicly impossible to write a military man with no language. So be mature and deal with it.

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The year is 68 BD. Panem has ruled over North America with an iron fist for 68 years. As President Malum is listening to his radio, the broadcast suddenly turns to static. After a few moments, a new signal is received by the antenna, sent from a satellite orbiting hundreds of miles above the atmosphere. The message? Great Britain, long thought to have been wiped out my rising oceans, is alive and thriving. More importantly, it is ready and able to go to war if Malum does not change his oppressive ways.

Malum, of course, does not.

And so begins the War of Secrecy. Fought primarily in the skies above the Atlantic Ocean and the land formerly known as Canada, the citizens of Panem are never informed of what is going on.

It is the Capitols Secret Soldiers, or SS, against Britain’s New Expeditionary Force, or NEF. And although Britain has unimaginable technological advantages, disaster after military disaster has forced back the British attack, before they ever set foot in Panem....

It is 15 years later, 77 BD. Panem’s SS have forced the British to retreat back to the Motherland. The SS are regrouping now to make the final Invasion of Britain. The British have just one option left. Operation Ancora.

And so all of Britain watches as the unmanned submarine sets off across the Atlantic, knowing that it’s precious cargo is their last hope.

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“It’s begun, Colonel.”

“Damn right it has, Hemms. We’re in it for the long run now.”

“Man… How long do you think it’ll take?”

“You mean, how long until you can go back home?”

“Err… Well… Ya. I have a family, you know.”

“No can say, Hemms. Wouldn’t say it if I knew. We cannot afford to rush this whatsoever.”

“Yes, I know, I know. It’s just… It’ll take at least a month just to get over there. That’s a long time of just waiting here in this god forsaken bunker. A that’s not even the actual mission…”

“Just waiting? Hemms, you have a job to do. You’ve got to make sure we don’t arrive with damaged equipment! It’s all we’ve got left, dammit!”

“’Equipment’? Is that really what you think of her?”

“And you don’t? After what you and your crew did? Have you seen her brain?

“Of course I have. I was the leader of the surgeries. All four-hundred sixty-eight of them. But that doesn’t mean-”

“Hemms. Do you know exactly what we can do with this girl? Anything!"

“You think I don’t know that? Brennel, I’m the man who INVENTED the technology in the first place!”

“That’s Colonel Brennel to you, Hemms.”

“I call you Colonel when you call me Doctor.”

“Ok, Doctor, listen up. We have one shot. You hear me? One. Is it horrible, what we’re doing? Absolutely. But we have to sacrifice one life to save countless others.”

“I… I know. But I just can’t think of a human being as an object.”

“Not an object, Hemms. A weapon. We must use this weapon we have to it’s full potential. For the good of us all.”

“I can’t. I don’t know if you get it, Brennel. She still thinks for herself. She’s still human.”

“Ya. A human who’s emotions have been hand-picked by the Military Board.”

“Hey now, she still has all her emotions. Some have just been… Reduced a little.”

“Uh-huh. And replaced with motherboards and computer chips.”

“I don’t care what you say. She’s still a person. With a family.”

“Who has mysteriously forgotten they ever had a daughter.”

“… I just don’t get you, Brennel.”

“Nor I you, Hemms. But we’ve got a job to do. You can focus on the girls humanity when this is over. But first, she has to perform her job, just like any well-designed weapon does. And as far as I know, Ancora the best designed weapon ever made.”

“… I’m going to bed. Good-night, Colonel.”

“Good-night, Hemms."

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