At the age of nineteen a young Mockshah joined the IGA's infantry branches. They acted as the grunts, machine gunners, bazooka men, mortar teams, artillery, marines, commandos, airborne, troopers, and marksmen. Each unit of these infantrymen who are called "Puds" by the Overkills, and "Cohorts" by the other warriors. Although his own world was not entirely aware of the existence of life on other worlds his government granted him permission to fight off world. None of the wars going on seemed righteous or worthy for him to fight in. It was mainly because of his contract that exempted him.
After a few years of fighting in the IGA infantry branches Mockshah rose up in the ranks and was also demoted several times. He served in many battles and missions through out his career in the IGA. To them he was not just a hero or champion, he was their weapon on the battle field. A number of certain battles ended because of his actions that brought victory to members of the IGA's factions. Even before he joined the IGA he was a squire, pupil, student, and apprentice so a few of the galaxy's finest heroes, and duelists. Thanks to his own masters he was able to leave his home world on adventures, quests, and small missions while engaging in some battles despite his young age. Each exciting adventure, quest or mission brought him to a different planet in the universe.
Years had passed and he was now fighting on a planet covered in rain forests, jungles, swamps, caves, bogs, marshes, and fields in between. It reminded him of some areas on his home planet. A month on this world erased any ideas there were any deserts, or tundra here. Not ever glaciers formed on this world. Yet the enemy was present, the M.O.R. the Mutant Oligarchical Realms. This Mutant Oligarchical Realms was a mass horde of empires, syndicates, confederacies, and mobs whose ranks consisted of various mutations, monsters, ugly humanoids, nightmarish creatures, and demons. He swore there were more than a dozen types of mutants and species within the ranks of this M.O.R. Mockshah heard of other names for them such as Movement Of Rappers, or Mutants Of Ravaging.
Although they had a full army on this world to face the hordes based here the IGA commanders here sent in smaller units to probe, or scout out the area, and even engage in skirmishes.
Mockshah was part of a unit that consisted of 190 troopers with five other vehicles. Sitting in the gunner's seat of the anti-infantry car Mockshah kept his eyes on the jungles as they passed through. With just two tanks, a half-track loaded with soldiers, and a new APC (Armored Personnel Carrier) this unit had to push through enemy lines. Their guide, a Dwarf Red Guard believed it was just a reconnaissance mission. He blindly drove his own huge trailer truck me modified to transport people and cargo. Mockshah had to follow this clueless Dwarf. ..Going through the jungle felt more dangerous under the guidance of a clueless dwarf than being hunted by the enemy. Basically crashing through underbrush, knocking over dead trees, and other objects found in the jungle this Dwarf forged his own winding path through the jungle.
As they rammed through a long fence marking someone's territory they began to question their path. Whoever this Dwarf was he rammed through another fence showing they had ripped through an entire estate. Another mile of tearing through the green brush and he managed to ram through barbed wire marking military lines then found a road. For some reason the Dwarf decided to take this path when it was clearly MOR territory. Mockshah saw the trees were decorated with skulls, skeletons, bones, spines, and corpses of the enemies to the MOR mutants through the slits in the turret. Along this cadaver decorated dirt road they came across small patrols of Mutants whom they ran over, gunned down and knocked over. None of his fellow IGA missed an opportunity to get at least a shot at a mutant. Their own convoy bulldozed through several poorly constructed palisades that formed the barrier of a large base.
Going through this base brought them to one of many badly made forts in this jungle. The Dwarf did not stop until he rammed into the tower that caused the other trailers to tip over. Each vehicle swerved to avoid a collision. Many of their comrades in arms had been thrown out of the trailers yet sustained minor injuries. Inside this fort they had run into a M.O.R. unit of 1570 MOR fighters led by five fidgets in wide brim hats. Scaled Parskans, Mutant Spawns, Lab Creations, Vilespawns, Foulspawns, Darkspawns, FRS' or Freaky Rage Soldiers, Ass Fuckers, Ghouls and the humanoid lizard Kardosai made up this unit of fifteen hundred. A mass shoot out erupted between IGA and the MOR. Bullets, projectiles, bolts, grenades, and rocks flew all over the area. Casualties mounted on both sides. Mockshah let loose bursts of turret fire while the driver ran over mutants. Their tanks rolled over multiple foes while the ground infantry got overwhelmed. Knowing his unit they did not go down without a fight. In blind rage he kept firing round after round while his driver drove around to run over as many as she could. Their tanks did well as did the APC until more MOR showed up to reinforce the depleted MOR unit. Larger specimen of the MOR surrounded the tanks and began to shake them. Even as the crew inside killed multiple enemies their protection did not last long. Mockshah shot the legs of these monsters while his driver rammed into their backs. She backed up just to ram another one.
The two of them watched as their own comrades were surrounded and overwhelmed then torn out of their vehicles. If one was a woman or too handsome it was bad news. Nothing, but ravaging, and being treated like a blow up doll then passed around. Mockshah did not want to see this happen again. He witnessed such horrors before during his days as a squire. This young commanding officer killed both enemy and friendly just to end their coming nightmare. His driver stopped just to shoot herself. Mockshah only cut his face twice just to make himself unpleasant. He wished his driver and others had done the same. Seeing the enemy surround his vehicle Mockshah crawled down to the driver's seat and slammed on the accelerator. His vehicle plowed into the enemy taking down some of them before he jumped out shooting. Wielding a sub machine gun, and assault rifle Mockshah cleared a path for himself as he moved around. Using whatever he had the young IGA warrior fought to the last breath before he collapsed. It was just like that mass beach invasion they tried to pull off. That was when just two or so IGA survived the massacre on the beach planet called Suddhann. Mockshah, and a female look alike known as Charlotte and another figure managed to survive that Operation. Mutants appeared from under ground foxholes, and entrances when another IGA unit crashed their little party. A full but small battalion poured in to rescue Mockshah who was the only one left. Whoever sent this unit to help had come too late. A young Mockshah sat on his knees still hearing the screams, shooting, growling, yelling, and the sounds of flesh being torn apart.
After a few years of fighting in the IGA infantry branches Mockshah rose up in the ranks and was also demoted several times. He served in many battles and missions through out his career in the IGA. To them he was not just a hero or champion, he was their weapon on the battle field. A number of certain battles ended because of his actions that brought victory to members of the IGA's factions. Even before he joined the IGA he was a squire, pupil, student, and apprentice so a few of the galaxy's finest heroes, and duelists. Thanks to his own masters he was able to leave his home world on adventures, quests, and small missions while engaging in some battles despite his young age. Each exciting adventure, quest or mission brought him to a different planet in the universe.
Years had passed and he was now fighting on a planet covered in rain forests, jungles, swamps, caves, bogs, marshes, and fields in between. It reminded him of some areas on his home planet. A month on this world erased any ideas there were any deserts, or tundra here. Not ever glaciers formed on this world. Yet the enemy was present, the M.O.R. the Mutant Oligarchical Realms. This Mutant Oligarchical Realms was a mass horde of empires, syndicates, confederacies, and mobs whose ranks consisted of various mutations, monsters, ugly humanoids, nightmarish creatures, and demons. He swore there were more than a dozen types of mutants and species within the ranks of this M.O.R. Mockshah heard of other names for them such as Movement Of Rappers, or Mutants Of Ravaging.
Although they had a full army on this world to face the hordes based here the IGA commanders here sent in smaller units to probe, or scout out the area, and even engage in skirmishes.
Mockshah was part of a unit that consisted of 190 troopers with five other vehicles. Sitting in the gunner's seat of the anti-infantry car Mockshah kept his eyes on the jungles as they passed through. With just two tanks, a half-track loaded with soldiers, and a new APC (Armored Personnel Carrier) this unit had to push through enemy lines. Their guide, a Dwarf Red Guard believed it was just a reconnaissance mission. He blindly drove his own huge trailer truck me modified to transport people and cargo. Mockshah had to follow this clueless Dwarf. ..Going through the jungle felt more dangerous under the guidance of a clueless dwarf than being hunted by the enemy. Basically crashing through underbrush, knocking over dead trees, and other objects found in the jungle this Dwarf forged his own winding path through the jungle.
As they rammed through a long fence marking someone's territory they began to question their path. Whoever this Dwarf was he rammed through another fence showing they had ripped through an entire estate. Another mile of tearing through the green brush and he managed to ram through barbed wire marking military lines then found a road. For some reason the Dwarf decided to take this path when it was clearly MOR territory. Mockshah saw the trees were decorated with skulls, skeletons, bones, spines, and corpses of the enemies to the MOR mutants through the slits in the turret. Along this cadaver decorated dirt road they came across small patrols of Mutants whom they ran over, gunned down and knocked over. None of his fellow IGA missed an opportunity to get at least a shot at a mutant. Their own convoy bulldozed through several poorly constructed palisades that formed the barrier of a large base.
Going through this base brought them to one of many badly made forts in this jungle. The Dwarf did not stop until he rammed into the tower that caused the other trailers to tip over. Each vehicle swerved to avoid a collision. Many of their comrades in arms had been thrown out of the trailers yet sustained minor injuries. Inside this fort they had run into a M.O.R. unit of 1570 MOR fighters led by five fidgets in wide brim hats. Scaled Parskans, Mutant Spawns, Lab Creations, Vilespawns, Foulspawns, Darkspawns, FRS' or Freaky Rage Soldiers, Ass Fuckers, Ghouls and the humanoid lizard Kardosai made up this unit of fifteen hundred. A mass shoot out erupted between IGA and the MOR. Bullets, projectiles, bolts, grenades, and rocks flew all over the area. Casualties mounted on both sides. Mockshah let loose bursts of turret fire while the driver ran over mutants. Their tanks rolled over multiple foes while the ground infantry got overwhelmed. Knowing his unit they did not go down without a fight. In blind rage he kept firing round after round while his driver drove around to run over as many as she could. Their tanks did well as did the APC until more MOR showed up to reinforce the depleted MOR unit. Larger specimen of the MOR surrounded the tanks and began to shake them. Even as the crew inside killed multiple enemies their protection did not last long. Mockshah shot the legs of these monsters while his driver rammed into their backs. She backed up just to ram another one.
The two of them watched as their own comrades were surrounded and overwhelmed then torn out of their vehicles. If one was a woman or too handsome it was bad news. Nothing, but ravaging, and being treated like a blow up doll then passed around. Mockshah did not want to see this happen again. He witnessed such horrors before during his days as a squire. This young commanding officer killed both enemy and friendly just to end their coming nightmare. His driver stopped just to shoot herself. Mockshah only cut his face twice just to make himself unpleasant. He wished his driver and others had done the same. Seeing the enemy surround his vehicle Mockshah crawled down to the driver's seat and slammed on the accelerator. His vehicle plowed into the enemy taking down some of them before he jumped out shooting. Wielding a sub machine gun, and assault rifle Mockshah cleared a path for himself as he moved around. Using whatever he had the young IGA warrior fought to the last breath before he collapsed. It was just like that mass beach invasion they tried to pull off. That was when just two or so IGA survived the massacre on the beach planet called Suddhann. Mockshah, and a female look alike known as Charlotte and another figure managed to survive that Operation. Mutants appeared from under ground foxholes, and entrances when another IGA unit crashed their little party. A full but small battalion poured in to rescue Mockshah who was the only one left. Whoever sent this unit to help had come too late. A young Mockshah sat on his knees still hearing the screams, shooting, growling, yelling, and the sounds of flesh being torn apart.
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