Three years ago all humans aged 21 and over had disappeared suddenly and unexpectedly without a trace, there is no knowledge of what has happened or why. So the last remaining humans children, adolescence and near adults have to strive to survive in a new world without adults for guidance or company, the only thing known about what happened is that it was a onetime incident that has not happened to any other human that has aged over 21 but little is known and survival is never guaranteed, the ye
Three years ago all humans aged 21 and over had disappeared suddenly and unexpectedly without a trace, there is no knowledge of what has happened or why. So the last remaining humans children, adolescence and near adults have to strive to survive in a new world without adults for guidance or company, the only thing known about what happened is that it was a onetime incident that has not happened to any other human that has aged over 21 but little is known and survival is never guaranteed, the year is now 2015 and this is a dark time for those few survivors
“Hey Mortis wake up! It’s time to go” whispered Night Hawk, Mortis was awake instantly and was reaching for his pistol in his armoured legging. He eased his way up from under the tree he had slept under; he looked around and inspected his surroundings with eyes and ears. He was in a small clearing with trees and bushes all around him he looked to where Night Hawk was and saw that he was crouched by a bush overlooking the small valley they had been sent to survey. He remembered the dream he had had; it was the same dream as always.
He was in his home in Bredbo waiting for his mother to take out lasagne from the oven, he could smell the herbs and spices that made it the best lasagne he would ever eat and everyone who tried it said the same.
And then the dream would end, and he would find himself in this world of sins and wrong doing. But he also thought of the light at the end of the tunnel, the small self proclaimed nation of Monaro, with Cooma as its capitol it has led a new life for many without hope, its boarders now protected by the Demons, the main military fighting force of Monaro, encased in their armour of metal and steel they defend the boarders of Monaro and protect its citizens from the outside world and all who would bring chaos to their peaceful way of life.
But Mortis knew that in order to have peace some sacrifices had to be made, such as the sacrifice he made by helping develop and build the armour known as the “Helios armour”. The armour was an attempt at an exo-skeleton to give people heightened strength and durability in the field of battle. The armour was only a partial success in that it did increase strength and durability but it was very bulky and expensive to build but after a year and a half of experimenting and more knowledgeable people offering their services to the cause they had finally developed an armour they could produce and modify at their leisure. After they had the finished product they gave each person who had worked on the project a suit of their own that had his or her own “unique” modifications and upgrades, Mortis’s suit had had slight armour enhancements, night and heat vision, he also had his helmet modified to look as if a lizards head might be under it by having the front elongated and a visor that covered most of his head and gave him good peripheral vision and a view of where he was, one of the most difficult parts was a standard inbuilt radio that had had its transmission radius lengthened from three kilometres to six kilometres through transceivers located in some fronds at the back of his helmet giving him an almost “Predator” look , all in all it was a very impressive piece of work.
He had since left the research experimental division of Monaro and trained to be a Demon. He had been accepted into the Terror unit, an area of Demons military group that was kept away from the public eye,if only because of the things they do to make sure that hostile gangs, tribes and nations stayed away from Monaro territory. To think he had come all this way and done all this in only one and a half years.
Mortis shook his head to clear it of his thoughts and pulled his pistol from its holster in his legging and crept forwards towards Night Hawk in a crouch to keep a low profile, although that was a hard feat that no one could really hope to accomplish in Helios Armour, he remembered back to when he and Night Hawk had first been accepted into the Terror unit and issued with their new names, back when Night Hawks name had been Sam and Mortis’s had been Harry, he and Night Hawk had been given an opportunity to choose their own names if they wished and they, and they seemed to have chosen well, Sam was a great sniper and was able pick out targets that most would miss so Night Hawk had been an easy choice and Harry always harboured a love of the idea of death and destruction so he had chosen Mortis, Latin for death seemed a natural choice, and so it was that they ,Care Bear and Hood, both good friends of Mortis’s before the inccedent, made the 5thTerror unit codenamed The Skull Carvers.
As he moved up to Night Hawks position he saw it that the moon was out, there was no point switching to night vision he could already see every bush and shrub on their small hill, he could also see every sentry in the small outpost that one of Monaro’s Enemy nations, tribes or clans Mortis couldn’t care which, had decided to build near a hill covered in trees and bush’s he was so overwhelmed by how stupid they had been that he almost didn’t notice Care Bear and Hood were taken up positions to his left and right, everyone was un-slinging rifles except Care Bear who instead removed a light machine gun from his back that he had looted from a military base in Sydney. They all got ready to strike at the unsuspecting enemy. Mortis licked his lips inside his helmet, checked his night and heat visions were both working and un-slung his rifle, a standard FAMAS also looted from the same military base as Care Bears machine gun, and readied for the approach down to the edge of the outpost, he heard Night Hawk say “we move in 3, 2, 1” under his breath and then they ran from bush to bush, grass knot to grass knot and into small ditches that were only just big enough to hide their considerably large bulk. As they closed with the wall of the outpost Mortis saw that it was simply made of wood and tin but gave the impression of being well built and sturdy, in fact if they wanted to they could just go straight through the wall and shatter the enemies spirit right then and there, with a few dead by gigantic metal monsters, which was probably the best description anyone who didn’t know what was under their armour could give, they could walk away with a job well done “we can go in and out through the walls if we want to” said Mortis over the radio “seems like a good way to cause terror if you ask me” said Care Bear, “ya who would expect four metal Demons to come bashing through their wall at eleven thirty, and besides it’s been awhile since any of us have had any real fun” Said Hood with a voice that suggested that he was smiling under his helmet, Mortis heard Night Hawk give the order to go throe the wall and they all ran as fast as they could at the wall smashing through it as if it was nothing more than cardboard.