There was once a Great Republic.
This said "Republic" was formed in the midst of the war, 2.5 hours into it.
It originated inside of Britain, before the national scale occupation of the Universal Union.
People came and went inside the Republic itself, as people didn't last long usually because of the onslaught of aliens.
Although, very few stood out. They proved themselves worthy one by one, either by fighting off waves of them all alone-
Even saving entire quadrants of the Republic itself. Because of these exceptional performances, the ranks were formed...
First, There was the rank of the "Legends" or, "Masters" which soon forced upon other ranks, Such as Recruit, Private, Lieutenant, General, And Captain.
These were formed into quadrants, and for every new legend there was a quadrant. First off...
Lead by someone who could hold off an onslaught with just a shotgun and armour, the First attack Battalion. Codename: "The Slayer"
Second, lead by someone who could protect their team from on coming waves, The First Medical Battalion. Codename: "The Bandage"
Third, Someone who could outwit and outsmart the enemy team at a large margin, The First Tactical Battalion. Codename: "The Blueprint"
Forth and final, Someone who could set up Defences and traps like no other, The First Protection Battalion. Codename: "The Shield"
All these people and groups put together, were the Partisan Republic. But unfortunately, no group lasts forever.
Shortly after the war ended, the UU had their ideas during their occupation. They found out about the republic, and devised a plan.
A secret "Midnight" operation squad was sent in by the UU to trick half of the Republic into thinking those above them were corrupt using the Communications system.
It was no surprise that it had worked as they intended, as most of them were just Partisans and had no real grip of reality itself.
Those who weren't tricked though stuck by the side of the legends themselves, helping to fend them off.
But despite their skills and such, they were heavily outnumbered by the ruthless morons that were the Corrupt Partisans.
First went out the Shield, one of the most important aspects of the Republic.
Second was the Bandage, as they were attacked in the small, but deadly war. Better yet, one of the most important.
And last went the Blueprint, as some stragglers picked them off one by one.
Now for the Slayer, they fortunately got out alive. How else do you think we explained it in the right light?
He fought off hundreds upon hundreds of blood thirsty people, making his way out of the city alive. But alas, he was hanging on by a thread.
He settled down in a nearby rebellion base which had nothing to do with the Republic, as he forced his way through the healthcare.
Today, the Republic is merely a myth or a legend, but the best hope we could have ever had...
If you ever want to find the last survivor himself, he tends to travel around a bunch.
You'd better hope you're not on the other end of his weapons though.
...May those lost to the war rest in peace...
Despite all this gloom, there is still a lingering hope...
One of many with the power of several combined will encounter their mentor, and they will become the one to stop this madness.
The one who will bring peace to the universe once again. The one who will live on.
All we can do is hope for this person to encounter one of the most skilled, powerful people on this planet in order to become a viable option.
Let us keep hoping, let us never give up... Combined, we are the Rebellion. But together, we're the shadow of a mere Republic.
This said "Republic" was formed in the midst of the war, 2.5 hours into it.
It originated inside of Britain, before the national scale occupation of the Universal Union.
People came and went inside the Republic itself, as people didn't last long usually because of the onslaught of aliens.
Although, very few stood out. They proved themselves worthy one by one, either by fighting off waves of them all alone-
Even saving entire quadrants of the Republic itself. Because of these exceptional performances, the ranks were formed...
First, There was the rank of the "Legends" or, "Masters" which soon forced upon other ranks, Such as Recruit, Private, Lieutenant, General, And Captain.
These were formed into quadrants, and for every new legend there was a quadrant. First off...
Lead by someone who could hold off an onslaught with just a shotgun and armour, the First attack Battalion. Codename: "The Slayer"
Second, lead by someone who could protect their team from on coming waves, The First Medical Battalion. Codename: "The Bandage"
Third, Someone who could outwit and outsmart the enemy team at a large margin, The First Tactical Battalion. Codename: "The Blueprint"
Forth and final, Someone who could set up Defences and traps like no other, The First Protection Battalion. Codename: "The Shield"
All these people and groups put together, were the Partisan Republic. But unfortunately, no group lasts forever.
Shortly after the war ended, the UU had their ideas during their occupation. They found out about the republic, and devised a plan.
A secret "Midnight" operation squad was sent in by the UU to trick half of the Republic into thinking those above them were corrupt using the Communications system.
It was no surprise that it had worked as they intended, as most of them were just Partisans and had no real grip of reality itself.
Those who weren't tricked though stuck by the side of the legends themselves, helping to fend them off.
But despite their skills and such, they were heavily outnumbered by the ruthless morons that were the Corrupt Partisans.
First went out the Shield, one of the most important aspects of the Republic.
Second was the Bandage, as they were attacked in the small, but deadly war. Better yet, one of the most important.
And last went the Blueprint, as some stragglers picked them off one by one.
Now for the Slayer, they fortunately got out alive. How else do you think we explained it in the right light?
He fought off hundreds upon hundreds of blood thirsty people, making his way out of the city alive. But alas, he was hanging on by a thread.
He settled down in a nearby rebellion base which had nothing to do with the Republic, as he forced his way through the healthcare.
Today, the Republic is merely a myth or a legend, but the best hope we could have ever had...
If you ever want to find the last survivor himself, he tends to travel around a bunch.
You'd better hope you're not on the other end of his weapons though.
...May those lost to the war rest in peace...
Despite all this gloom, there is still a lingering hope...
One of many with the power of several combined will encounter their mentor, and they will become the one to stop this madness.
The one who will bring peace to the universe once again. The one who will live on.
All we can do is hope for this person to encounter one of the most skilled, powerful people on this planet in order to become a viable option.
Let us keep hoping, let us never give up... Combined, we are the Rebellion. But together, we're the shadow of a mere Republic.
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