Unknown Wars- Chapter 1- Memories
#1 of Unknown Wars
Disclaimer- Almost all the charecters in teh serise belong to me, as charecters enter the story that dont belong to me i will let u guys know... I had the idea for using SG before i ever saw SG-1 or Star Gate one so i didnt steal it.....
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I've always wondered why wars occur. Maybe because of hatred or the desire of power. Not this war, this war is basically unknown. No one is sure how it started or who started it, the only thing people know is that this war has been in progress sense the beginning, when ever that was. My names Alex Thor. I'm a field officer in the Sorican Army. Also im a little diffrent then most, I'm a Wolf. You herd me right a wolf. Only about 5% of the population of the world are anthros, mainly canine, but still not many. the other 95% are basic humans. I was made fun of alot in school and most other officers seem to see me as weak. Kind of sad really, the only people i dont get any trouble from is other wolves, and the men I'm in charge of. O well this is the way I was born so thats how im gonna be.
Sense were kind of short on leader ship I'm already in charge of my own assault
group known as SG-991 or Saricon Guard 991. As you can guess SG-1 and SG-0 are the best in the Army and they are. No one can beat them; well at least no one has died in SG-1 or SG-0 in the last 25 years. The only man to ever die in the SG-0 squad was a wolf named Sean Black. My dream is to be a member of the SG-1 forces. There just as good as SG-0 but a little easier to get into. I dream about it but I really don't think I will ever make it.
Right now I have all my troops' ad ease, doing nothing, sense my commander hasn't given me an assignment. It's pretty boring around here, looking out at the vast grass and mud fields were troops train, and looking over the rows of tanks and cannons ready for sudden attack. Not to mention the usually rainy weather and gloomy days. Even though it was ending winter there was still a tad of snow on the ground and most trees looked nothing but dead depressed sticks. I never liked winter, just for this reason, everything seemed happier in the summer and spring. It's amazing how the weather can influence your entire mood. I don't think I can even remember sunshine lately. That's about all the weather is around here, grey, rain, maybe snow. I also hate going to the docks because of the oceans smell but the ships are massive and amazing to look at. This base
is located on the southern shore of the only land the Soricon nation controls. Were pretty close to the famous Riley air base, were some of the best plots in the Sorican Air force train and are stationed. And then if you go further south and across the ocean, you run into are hated enemy. The Gunman, are just one of many armies that try to take control of the world. Basically the Gunman are groups of individual cities controlled by many leaders, there not formally
trained or anything but how they almost always win I don't know. Soon we shall
attack them again and hopefully make some ground off this island, I hope the orders come soon to attack because our recourses are running low. This base is not all that large, manly a port, some AA defense, a tank squad and some sailors. That's about it, but are only job right now is to defend the coast from sudden attacks which I don't think are going to come for a long time, at least I hope.
These last few weeks of nothing to do is getting very boring. I'm on my computer searching for answers at least 5 hours a day, why this war started. No information has ever been uncovered. Every one is to busy fighting to look for answers, they just want total control over the world, but I think if we understand what started the war, maybe that same concept can end it. I still don't plan to give up any time soon on finding answers, but deep down inside I know there are no answers to fined, yet, but still I keep searching. Another question that bothers me about the past is my family. I have no records of parents, but I vagly remember my dad dying soon after I was born, I know nothing of my mother, they were both wolves to, I also search for information about them as well but none has turned up. It's late and I need to get some sleep I thought but the questions keep asking and I have no answers to make them go away.
I sat in font of my computer, just staring at the screen with semi blood shot eyes; the rest of the room was just about silent. There was a fan blowing a nice cool breeze at me from across the room. The wind blowing through my solid black fur felt great, almost felt like a shower in wind, more relaxing really, the fan also was just about the only thing keeping me awake. People were yelling outside but as usual I was too lazy to check it out, I did wonder what the commotion could be about being almost 11:00 pm. I stared out the dark window only seeing my reflection and thought. What if my parents are still out there, what if that guy who died in SG-1 was my dad, what if...? What if. Suddenly a startling ring from the
phone stole my attention, I answered it. The phone call was from the Commander in charge of me and other field officers and 1 star generals. His name was General Shard, he to was a anthro wolf, his Jet Black fur, similar to mine, stuck into my head for some reason.
Once we began talking I knew this call and what was about to follow would
change everything.