There was a reason why we the cosmic marines were considered the UNOEs trump card, our bodies themselves were killing machines but coupled with advanced power armor we became the grim reapers of a battlefield.
Until I finally arrived at the building where the leader of the terrorists and his high-level henchmen were hiding.
Countless bodies lay behind me as I kicked open the door causing the wooden door to shatter into pieces.
I ducked behind the wall, grabbed a multipurpose grenade and tossed It into the room.
The explosion wreaked havoc inside, scattering limbs and blood, as It did I stepped back and kicked the wall "This Is Sparta" style.
The bricks ripped apart the dying militant who was hiding behind it, I stormed in, and there were only lifeless bodies remaining.
There was no mercy for stragglers as I started clearing the building rooms one by one, I didn't even bother going through the entrances I just slammed myself through the walls.
I continued to execute anyone still alive each flash of my muzzle illuminating my giant form inside the sparsely lit rooms.
For the rooms that had more than 3 militants, I tossed a grenade in, and after an explosion stormed In and finished the stragglers with my armored feet and fists because I finally ran out of my rifles ammo.
Finally, only the last room was left where my mission objective was hiding and from the thermal and x-ray vision, there were w*men and c*ildren in the room.
Seeing this I pulled out my laser-edged combat knife and 20 mm pistol, crossed my armored hands, and kicked the doors open.
Immediately a rain of bullets assaulted my form yet I just stood there unmoving until the dressed In luxurious and expensive clothes man ran out of ammo.
"You got two choices, one you surrender without bloodshead, two..."
Before I could finish my words the man started screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Kill the demon, my w*ves and c*ildren! if you do our G*d will accept you Into h*aven"
Option two It Is...
I thought as I saw three brainwashed w*omen two of which were p*egnant and 2 c*ildren with C4 wrapped around them and detonators In their hands lunge at me without any hesitation In their eyes.
Bang!Bang!Bang!...
I mercilessly pulled the trigger before they could detonate themselves, causing their heads to disappear because their biomatter just redecorated the room's ceiling, walls, and floor.
"Stay... stay away demon! G*d protect me! I beg you!"
The man screamed as he tried to crawl back but there was nowhere to crawl back to anymore.
"You got the balls to order w*men and c*ildren to kill themselves In the name of your G*d yet don't have the balls to do It yourself you're f*cking pathetic you f*ck"
I said In the man's native language my voice sounded distorted like a demons straight out of a horror movie because of my speakers scrambling system.
As I grabbed his head and slowly decapitated him, his sounds of agony were like a symphony to my ears.
"Well, that was fun..."
I muttered to myself as I walked out of the building my power armor covered in sprays of fresh blood because I turned off my combat knifes laser edge so that the head wouldn't reek of cooked flesh.
With the target's head whose face was frozen In utter terror and Inhuman pain as the last drop of blood leaked out from the man's head onto the sand staining It red.
I started making my way back to the helicopter, the metallic clinks of my power armor resonated in the deathly stillness.
The destruction and mountains of corpses disappeared behind me left to be found by someone or not.
The bodies would most likely be left to rot and decompose.
Once I reached my helicopter I began the process of removing my bloodied power armor and exoskeleton.
Each piece detached with a metallic hiss, revealing the battle-scarred nanocomposite suit beneath.
The marks told stories of the brutality endured in the line of duty, I meticulously washed each armor plate piece, removing the macabre remnants of my mission.
The prepared water In the form of plastic bottles and sponge turned a dark shade as I cleansed away the evidence.
I then placed the cleaned armor plates back Into the transportation crates, the metallic sounds of locks locking themselves echoing through the night.
Once I put on my clothes back I turned my attention to the grim trophy in my possession – the severed head of the terrorist leader.
I grabbed the head and wrapped it in plastic, It was an eerie contrast to the moonlight overhead.
The face, frozen in eternal terror, bore witness to the consequences of fanaticism.
My blue cybernetic lenses and bloodred irises gleamed as I regarded my gruesome prize, I secured the head, ensuring it would not tarnish the interior of my helicopter.
Once I stuffed my crates back Into the helicopter and tossed the head Inside It, I made my way back to the helicopter.
The rotor blades, now fully still, gave no indication of the horrors that had unfolded this night.
I settled into the pilot seat, the controls familiar under my gloved hands.
"Alright buckle up mister leader"
I joked as I looked back at the leader's head wrapped In plastic, secured between the crates for the journey back to M*dagascar.
Only to receive no response after all the man was dead.
The helicopter's engine roared to life, its metallic growl punctuating the silence of the night.
With my cargo safely stowed away, I lifted off the ground, the barren landscape of A*rica disappeared beneath me as I ascended into the moonlit sky, leaving behind the scene of my grim handiwork.
The helicopter cut through the darkness, carrying me and my unsettling cargo back to where I came from while I once again stuck a cigarette between my lips and lit It up.
"It's really lonely to party by myself without my boys"
I mumbled to myself as I wondered if any of my battle brothers were still out there silently floating In the graveyard, waiting to be rescued.
It was entirely possible after all, I myself remained alive and well for almost 100 years until the mother planet finally decided to claim me.
I thought while remembering the golden years of my prime when I and my death chain composed of my battlebrothers who I grew up with and considered to be more of a brothers than blood ones dropped on the moons HDDs capital and f*cking wrecked It In a matter of minutes.
Marking the start of WW3, well to be more specific It was the first solar war because by the end of the 21st century humanity had already colonised the entire solar system.
Thanks to the fusion technology which was made available by mining the moon's massive Helium 3 reserves.
Which In turn caused the already rapidly developing technology thanks to the AIs that started popping up like mushrooms after rain all over the place.
To enter the golden age of development, those were certainly the best days of my life...
...
Hope leaned back in the penthouses jacuzzi, the warm water bubbling around her. She sipped her martini, savoring the mix of gin and vermouth, the olive adding a touch of salty satisfaction.
Her long athletic legs were crossed and stretched out at the jacuzzi's end, glistening with beads of water.
A bath towel was wrapped around her head, securing her damp hair. She had her system interface open, browsing through various options with her hands, her black sharp nails clicking softly against the screen.