Author's Note

Hello everybody this is me and midnight roses joint project welcome to the dragon forge the two places on Equis that even dragons fear to tread, this is a trial chapter we want you guys opinions on this chapter and anything we could do to improve it, constructive criticism is of course appreciated and encouraged any kind of destructive criticism like dissing our writing style or saying that our book is bad because of its genre, will be ignored. we are new to writing we've only been doing it for 5 years don't expect Arthur c, Clark, or JK Rowling from us, I'll see you in the comments enjoy!

∆ = chapter break

π = time jump

÷ = POV change

Prologue(edited)

operation: liberty prime
location: 23 km North Northeast of Moscow
Time: 01:45
Date: 12 / 14 / 2046

It was, chaos. All around me, explosions erupted, guts and Gore achieve flight, and the devil laughs.

My sister is dead, killed in the first strike.

My Commander, died an hour ago, shot by my own hands.

And now here I am, running into a blazing fire screaming like a madman. am i mad? I asked this question every day since this war started, now I have an answer; no I'm not mad, I'm just another cog in the machine, another killer on this blood-soaked field. but mad, I am not mad. For I am the warrior of a loving God and as such I have given my life not to heaven, not to Paradise, not to peace, I've given my life to war, hell, and chaos, because it is here and these plains of chaos of war and the literal hell on Earth, it's here on these plains that I seek salvation and it's here on these plains that I shall dish it out, as molten lead

And so I stand here a m240 in one hand, and my trusty D'eagle in the other, that I run ahead of my soldiers and take the enemy head-on I'll show those commie cucks what I am, I am a soldier of the United States army, and I know no fear.

"AGAINST ALL THE MACHINATIONS OF HELL, AGAINST ALL THE WICKEDNESS OF MAN, THEY HAVE SENT UNTO YOU, ONLY ME!!!" I screamed at the damned Communists that dared to invade my home, to slaughter innocence in the hundreds, and force this peaceful man to war.

And thus we charged in to the slaughter, as bullets wizzed passed my head and I had even felt a few impact my body, but I do not care I have a mission to complete, and I would not die yet, not here.

The fighting was fierce, the compound was well secured and well-guarded, but even Jericho fell to but a small Force of farmers, but we were no lowly farmers... Okay I was. But that doesn't matter, we struck at the enemy crossing a battlefield of hundreds of meters, in mere seconds we struck with all the finality and rage of the fury of the American people personified we were wraiths that day.

"Do I hear the devil whistling?"

"ARTILLERY!! EVERYONE DOWN!"

I look to the Stars and I can see them the little specks of light that indicate mortar shells, "YOU COWARDS DON'T EVEN WISH TO FIGHT ME? SO BE IT THEN. RIP AND TEAR!!!"these were the last words spoken by me before I was obliterated in a rain of high explosives.

location: unknown
time: unknown
date: unknown

... OH HELL NO, I AIN'T DONE YET! I ain't going to die just like that, I didn't go to heaven or hell, instead, I spoke with death, lovely woman by the way you should meet her, we had a rather nice conversation over a bottle of whiskey, and I managed to strike a deal with her I won't go over it here, but essentially me and my sister's souls will be sent to a new universe with one power of our choice… we chose the power of the engineer.

I know I know rather vague, what is the power of the engineer you may ask? the power of the engineer is the ability to easily create or build or invent anything one can imagine, dream of, or desire, be at a simple pickaxe, or a multi kilometre-long warship.

But regardless,that is the situation I find myself in... Now actually situation I find myself in is being lost in a cave five BLOODY KILOMETERS beneath the Earth. -_- yeah, fun, oh and there's the magma, of course there's magma!

"Bloody fucking hell. Whelp I better get started, I knew all those hours at dwarf fortress would come in handy someday." I said but as I said this I noticed a few things for one I was a bit taller now I used to be a 6'5" now I'm standing at 7'0", and my uniform is vastly different, plus there's this odd weapon currently housed on my side, it seems to be some kind of machine/nail gun hybrid,odd,
But I at least still had my favorite guns, and one that I was still working on back home, but here it is right in front of me completed, and I remember it being parts,my experimental bolt rifle (.62 Apollo), my trusty D'eagle (45 Colt magnum) and my custom-made hand Cannon(45-70 colt).

I decided to check myself over and see what I got on me, the list is as follows: MRE's, canteen full of water, some weird pick shovel wrench hybrid, this weird device that is reminiscent of the experimental pip boys on my left wrist (it had listed a bunch of various tools in for metalworking masonry and carpentry), a backpack on my back that it took me a few minutes to realize was in fact a singularity pack a device capable of storing a near-infinite amount of mass for very little negative returns, a PDA/Tablet kind of thing all I know is that it's thick heavy and looks like it can take a 50 BMG and shrug it off, and several hundred rounds of ammunition for all of my weapons including a couple dozen magazines of nails/bolts/screws/rivets. Might as well take a look at said nail / machine gun hybrid,

I discovered something heretical, it's chambered in .223 Remington,a round that I hated when I entered service, it did absolutely Jack schitt to anything that wasn't paper... I'll have to fix that, later though.

~π~

audio Log no.1: start

Okay so, it's been a few weeks, I managed to set up a decent base down here, it ain't much but it's honest,however as I was working on the third day down here shit kind of hit the fan, badly, so you know those giant insects and arachnids from the game factorio right? Well imagine them but cross them with tyranids and scaled up to about the same size, yeah I was dealing with biters about the size of a Volkswagen, and not the VW beetle, and the spitters were even bigger, thankfully though it was a small patrol so there was only like a couple hundred, we're talking factorio bugs here, a couple hundred is tiny, a true horde would be numbering somewhere in the low billions to the high trillions.

But beyond that terrifying news, I also discovered some other pretty cool things, for one I discovered that the Pip-Boy on my arm (it doesn't have any identifiers so I'm just going to call it a pip-boy) has several features including a journal, a ammo counter, a map which is self-updating, various environmental detection systems (nuclear biological chemical excetera), and a couple of petabytes worth of data storage. And yes a couple PETABYTES of data storage.

The tablets not as fancy,but it does have an extensive blueprint database as well as a very comprehensive CAD program with extremely precise simulation capabilities, fast too I was able to get a stress test simulation within about an hour (far faster than my old CAD which took about 6 hours) it also had about a hundred or so preset AI systems, I looked through them none of them were anywhere near capable of becoming self-aware but they were pretty powerful and a couple of them were Auto targeting AIs, if you've played Factorio than you know where I put those.

... Yeah I put them in the auto turrets that I put up to watch my back from those damn biters, they sure as hell ain't no lizard doggo.(flashback: "DIE MOTHERFUCKER DIE MOTHERFUCKER DIE!!" various sounds of high explosive death and a cacophony of unholy screeching: end flashback)

Continuing, I also learned I have a finite ammo supply, I learned that after I ran out of ammunition for my bolt rifle, I only had like a 150 rounds for that thing, not including standards, that was just the high explosives, pretty much the only damn thing that works on biters, mind you not because they couldn't penetrate but because they didn't have enough explosive damage to do anything besides piss them off. so yeah I'm going to have to make more of that as soon as I can set up a proper machine shop… oh joy -_-

~π~

Text Log no.142: start
It Has been… 3? 4 years, I can't tell, I tried making a timepiece a little while ago, but without an accurate ability to derive time I can't make a truly effective clock, beryllium isotopic decay can only do so much.

I'm using text this time since I kind of lost my voice screaming while running away from a small horde of the Damned bugs.

But I have not been idle on that time, nor have the bugs, as I advance my factory the bugs advance their numbers and their types, on the second year I had to deal with flying types and as such I had to come up with a completely new targeting software for a flak cannon and SAM sites, fun times trying to hit the little buggers. By the middle of the third year then come up with a new heavy variant, as one can probably guess I needed bigger guns to deal with them, say hello to my new anti tank turrets: the 203mm Xavier anti-bug gun. Yeah I know I hate bugs, but even I admit this is a bit of overcompensation for the little ones, that's why there are so few of these things and why they're mobile, I only have 35 of them.

While I improved an advanced, so too did the bugs, but I also learned about them and how they work, I also learned that they keep coming from deeper in the caverns, which I have been slowly step-by-step retaking for myself, which is why I am shifting a lot of my emplaced armament production from permanent enplacements to mobile guns and field artillery, I even got a few automated tanks up and running patrol routes.

But I still have the 50 mm rotary cannons hanging around with the firing rate of 1200 RPS, the whole thing stood at 6 meters tall with a base of 3 m squared, I even put custom-made cooling cowlings that looked like dragons on them, why? Cuz I was bored and had nothing else to do.

Well speak of the insectoids and they'll send a horde, I got to go, artairus out.

~π∆~