Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-11848168-20150912001438

It has been a decade today since the Five Corner War began. It began with the western nations, The Glowing Legion, the Lords and Ladies of Stars, and the Republic. The Lords and Ladies were always on defense, despite their advanced tech, they never attacked. They always sat back and watched the Legion and the Republic try and kill each other off, given their rivalry. Forests are destroyed by the nuclear power of the Legion, and buildings make way for trees of the Republic's "super forestation" brought about by their DNA enhanced plants, animals, and citizens. During this war, the Red Haven was trading with the Republic and giving what they needed to build houses. This made them an instant enemy of the Legion, all the while the United Progressives are trading with everyone to the point where every other nation loathes them but can do nothing because of how useful their technology has become. In the midst, mercenaries emerge. They range from being based on a single nation to mixing members from all over the continent. One of these is the General's Elite, a small army of highly talented individuals hailing from all nations led by a man simply known as The General, a man who claims to come from outside of the five nations, motives unknown. Reasons aside, he began this mercenary company that has become known and feared alike, known enough for someone like you to want to join it.

There was nothing fancy about the General's Elite base. It was basically a hollowed out underground factory in the poor district of the United Nation of Progressives. The main room of the base, which was a large open area with hanger-sized doors on one end, was bustling with activities of all kinds. In one corner, mechanics from the Glowing Legion were running maintenance on their mechs, which ranged from just over average human height to almost scraping the top of the factory's ceilings. In an adjacent corner, mobians and humans crossed with a number of different animals are giving a unified evil eye in the Glowing Legion's mechanics' direction. Red Haven mercs were taking apart their guns and putting them together again almost ritualistically over and over again. The ones they finally deemed worthy of use on the field were put into large crates. They were stacking up rather high now. The Progressives were busy constructing automatons. One or two had the nasty habit of blowing up. It got to the point where one of them with a clipboard only sighed and wrote whenever one of the robots had a critical failure. And all alone, the Lords and Ladies mercenaries, even when working on their supercomputers and laser technology, they couldn't help but wear only the fanciest of attire, making them stick out more than a mobian crossed with a gecko.

All activity halted when the intercom screeched to life. "Newest arrival of recruits, line up in the center of The Hall. Recruits to the center of the hall. Thank you." A female voice announced. That message was directed to you. You stop whatever you were doing at whatever corner you were located at and go to the center of the base, which was cleared of all activity just for a meeting between you and the General himself. You line up with the rest of your group. They are all strangers to you, only for you all to be working together on your first mission. 