Young Writers Society

There is a tale of this one planet. It is not much different from Earth. It has liquid water, along with species that thrive on its rich yet simple ecosystem. Of course, the species live in harmony with each other.

...Well, harmony is quite an exaggeration…

A group of tanks slowly rolled through the terrain. Some of them had a wide body and turret. A few others had slightly narrower bodies and small turrets. On top of some of them were Iron stickmen. They had their hands on the machine guns mounted on their tanks. A few others were walking nearby.

“Hey, none of ‘em donut brains tried to get to us today,” one of them spoke out loud.

Another one said,”Eheh, probably because of yesterday. We basically blasted them into orbit and back.”

One of the other ones had a white hat. Of course, all the scars you could see on his body showed the experience he has had.

“If anything, I think we just got them angrier from yesterday’s confrontation; if anything, they’re going to start strikes against us.”

“Are you kidding me? Look, they basically had to steal some of our land secretly and threaten us for “trespassing” on their stolen land. Before ya know it, they’ll claim from here to Main Base as theirs.”

In one of the tanks, two soldiers were talking to each other.

"You see anything, Metal Scope?" asked one of the tankers to the driver.

"Nope," he replied. "The C4 guys seem to be calm today. No border skirmishes."

"Phew, good," that tanker replied. "If we gained a soldier every time we met one of those C4 guys, we'd have enough to take 'em on!"

"I just wish our leader will do something about this," Metal Scope replied. "He's just shrugging these off as if they were just trading disputes. Which, they're not."

"You have a point, there."

The next few minutes continued on in silence. That was when one of the soldiers yelled out,"C4 troops!"

The tanker sighed. "They just won't give up, do they? I'll just badmouth them away." He opened the hatch to take a peek outside.

"Wait... that isn't a normal border patrol..."

"What's wrong?" asked Iron Scope. He looked at the control screen that connects to the camera outside. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" he asked the other tanker.

"They didn't bring a border patrol with them. They brought an army! Their entire army!"

Metal Scope looked at the screen again. He saw a long line of C4 soldiers advancing.

“This is Border Patrol 4, we are experiencing hostiles in our territory!” one of the other soldiers yelled into his radio.

“Status on hostiles?”

A few shells flew above the group, blowing up behind them.

“They’re firing.”

“Open fire, then.”

The tanker that was with Metal Scope looked at the large crowd of enemies.

"They aren't here for border disputes," the tanker replied. "This is all-out war."

Of course, this wasn’t the announced start of the war. War was officially declared exactly four hours and, seventeen minutes, and three seconds… four seconds… five seconds… six seconds…

Oh wait, nevermind.

Of course, this was start of a war. However, it would be boring to start at the beginning of the war, right?

Okay, let’s skip about… let’s say eighteen years? Yes, eighteen is a good number. Yep, it IS the number a Human teenager turns into an adult, right? Though, there are also some stuff you can’t do until you’re twenty-one years old… that’s weird right? I mean, even though you’re-

I was getting off topic? Oh, yeah, I remember now. Okay, skipping eighteen years after the war started!