When Earth’s natural resources were completely sipped dry, the planet’s leaders proposed an agreement to gather together their most innovative blueprints and construct a fleet of enormous spaceships that could support the whole Earthling population for many generations. The ships were planned to make for a remote planet tucked away in a distant faraway galaxy. The life-sustaining planet is code-named UBW-594244 by a group of astronomers, in short form, 'Planet UBW'. As of human nature, the people began establishing settlements once they arrived on the planet's brown crust. They divided the whole planet into two large continents. Both halves buzzed with civilization and prosperity. But whenever there is prosperity, there is greed and selfishness, and ultimately, war. Technology thrived, particularly technology meant for warfare. New weapons and armour were developed and introduced into battle, bearing futuristic looks and various abilities. The two establishments quickly went to a disagreement about the planet's most valuable mineral: Mithrilatium. As a result, betide the conflict, fighting and the bloodshed. The savage was fierce, countless lives perished and thousands others queued up for the same fate.
North-South UBW boundary
Red Desert
Rise of the Southern Star
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The vast desert-like dunes stretched extensively into the distance, peppered by little black specks; soldiers fully geared for battle, charging down the sandy ground with military enthusiasm, confidence surging through their bloodstream like a raging river. Before them unfolded an equally matched armed force, a threat needed to be eliminated in order for them to advance. Their superiors instilled in them a purpose to fight, a cause to lunge for. Both sides clashed in almighty throes, tanks and advanced armoured vehicles rolling behind them, blasting away. Private Douglas- Donny- McKellar watches the battle unveil below through a holographic display, in the cockpit of a ten-bus long, three-bus tall gunship the shape of a slab balanced on its side, the massive mother-ship of her aircraft fleet. Two menacing energy ‘gloves’ exhibited on the ship’s sides cast down at the raging battle below, the Northern Territory Armed Forces flag proudly stencilled to her hull. Donny operates the ship’s laser cannon, the pride and glory of the gunship, and the most dangerous weapon on board as well. “The enemy has stopped movement,” hinted the ship’s strategist, surveying a scan of the battlegrounds, focused on a shootout occurring between two small squadrons, “They’re firing to their 9 o’clock… There appears to be another threat appearing west of the STAF squad, wait! Our men are also shooting at that direction! Both sides are backing away… they have stopped moving. It appears that their heat signals are fading slightly; they might be dead!” Donny stared at the hologram in disbelief as both parties started backing away from the location of the possibly downed squad, whole battalions set off, running, regardless of faction. Donny raced over to the side of the ship and stared down through a small porthole, but vision was blurred by clouds and mist, both very commonly tainted in UBW atmosphere. His headset beeped, his workstation’s transponder signalling an incoming distress call directed at the ship. He raced to his post and let the call through, in loudspeaker. “Hey! Hey! Please, man, help us! Fire a missile or something!” The transponder emitted a voice distraught in midst of utter chaos, “They’re after us, attacking the STAF too! You’ve got to help us, man!” Donny’s commander appears by his side and picks up the transponder, “Can you please give us a detailed description of the threat you are countering so we can fully apprehend what we’re dealing with- Any distinctive physical attributes?” “They’re purple… they look very skinny!” The soldier explained, huffing as he ran, “From here, I can make out their distorted faces… impossible to recognize. Oh heck! They’ve caught our men! They’re really tall, spikes for hands… That’s all I know! Please, we need help now- Ah, heck no! The ammunition cans caught on fire! The ammo’s on fire!!!” A fiery combustion was heard in the background before communication was cut off, the battlefield now bore no heat signals, save for a few paling ones, unmoving, dead.