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E.N.W.G. Is a faction I created that takes place from about 3860-4110 in my stories and MOCs but does go on further. It means Earth's National Warfare Group, witch ties in to my other story Redemption witch is on hold.
Now, I will post here the writings of the three-four character saga. If you would like to see he stories in fancy font (witch adds to the characters personalities) you can view the MOCs to Get a good feel for them.
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My first day training to become a pilot in the E.N.W.G. It took a lot of guts to join because all my friends from back home joined "The Fedora Gang"; the people the E.N.W.G. are fighting. I arrived at Fort Nebula in Northern France yesterday at 8:0... I mean 0800. Sorry, just have to get used to this military/space time. Anyway we were given the day to settle in at the fort. I have already made two new friends, Jeth (who joined the navy) and Owen (who joined the army). The next day we were woken up at 0400 to go on a ten mile run through the dense forest. Then at 0800 we had breakfast and then it was off to weapons training. The Sergeant training us was Sergeant Rythoum. He was helping Jeth with his aim. We were firing at dummies of Fedora Gang members, maybe someday my friends from back home... I seem to already have picked up a nickname "Smithsonian". I like it. The reason I have this nickname is because I like to use the weapons that are normally in a museum, and my last name is smith so you get the idea... Anyway I have to go, roll call.
Today we were woken up at 0700 hours today instead of 0400 hours. It came as a shock to everyone. During the night someone sneaked into the fort, he killed Sergeant Rythoum, and three cadets, sabotaged the guns, AA guns, and fighters. Today we had to help fix everything instead of our usual training. I had the duty of repairing the fighters as I would have had to learn that anyway. There are rumors going around that The Fedora Gang is preparing a large scale attack and we are going to be moved. I'm going to write home about these first few days. I hope that no one else gets killed. As I sat down for supper in the mess hall I saw the Admiral of the Air force walk in. Everyone saluted, for some reason he wanted me. He said I was being secretly transferred and I could tell no one, not my family, no officers here, and none of my friends. He also said he had an important job for me, where ever I am going. It’s getting late. I'm going to hit the rack.
Admiral’s Log: 1500 Hours, June 15th 4010
Today is a great day; the plan is beginning to succeed. I am bringing the boy here, for reasons I cannot yet disclose. Those idiots at the fort did not realize that it was I that attacked the fort. That fort has no true purpose, just so I can pick potential candidates… That boy, Gregory Smith, is perfect for the job. We just have to wait for his arrival. Phase one is now complete.
The E.N.W.G. and The Fedora Gang have no idea to what they are getting into. That war has no true purpose, only a piece of land and so called “freedom”. Land should not and cannot be owned by any being. Humans had “freedom”, back in the days of America, and the U.N. and once again after one hundred and fifty years of this “worldwide freedom” government, we are at war with ourselves again, over land and “freedoms”. These people know not of the desert sun and how it bears relentlessly on me. I am a man of myself, no one else, no other beings. I am a wanderer; I wander the world in hope to find some peace and tranquility. No, there is no more I, or me, in the world, only them. If only they would realize what they have done. Now only remote areas like the desert or mountaintops are there no humans. I plant my flag in this desert today to mark the start a new era of I and Me, not them or they. As humans our duty is to provide peace and tranquility to this world, not urban cities and suburbs. For now I bid you goodbye, may this world one day have peace.