《EL ETERNO VIAJE HACIA LO DESCONOCIDO》CAPITULO 02 -LA MISION
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Isaac se encontraba frente a un portal enorme, fácilmente ocupaba una superficie de 100 metros. Con el cristal ámbar incrustado en el portal se disponen a activarlo.
-Señores, como ya sabrán estamos abriendo un portal para que nuestras tropas ingresen, tiene que ser estable, no quiero errores. Muy bien, es hora, activen los resonadores.
En el momento que dijo eso 10 resonadores se activaron y emitieron múltiples rayos magenta directos hacia el cristal, con ello a los minutos se empieza a activar el portal. Isaac con una pequeña sonrisa ve como el portal se abre.
-General, el portal está listo, espero las tropas estén listas.
-Los están muchacho, solo falta que te unas a ellos, ahora ve, coge tu equipo y únete a la compañía, un mundo totalmente nuevo te espera.
Isaac se retira y se dirige a buscar su equipo para cruzar el portal, entra a la habitación que se le informó donde encuentra a 9 personas. Isaac los mira algo sorprendido y se presenta
-Un gusto soy Isaac, Frederick Isaac, formaré parte de su escuadrón desde hoy.
-Nos informaron Isaac, bienvenido al escuadrón jaeger, soy Marcus, jefe de escuadrón, ellos son James, Isabella, Jean, Luke, Anna, Khan lee, Harris y Mika.
- Bienvenido (responden al unísono)
-Bien, basta de charlas, tienen 10 minutos para estar listos, pónganse el esqueleto cinético y lleven sus armas listas.
- A la orden señor!!
Pasan los 10 minutos y todos están preparados para partir
-Isaac, ahora formas parte del ejército, ¿qué te piensas?, portas un esqueleto cinético y un rifle gauss.
/POV MARCUS/
Las órdenes del alto mando es que se nos unirá un científico al escuadrón, maldición no quiero ser una niñera, bueno ordenes son órdenes. Espero no sea ninguna molestia ni de esos idiotas petulantes de bata blanca.
Cuando llegó no parecía un científico, era alto y una postura correcta, parece estar preparado para el trabajo físico, al menos no será un estorbo. Se puso con mucha facilidad el esqueleto cinético y sostenía con mucha naturalidad el rifle gauss, es un rifle estándar pero los civiles no saben usarlo, ni hablar de un científico que se la pasa encerrado en un laboratorio.
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-Isaac, ahora formas parte del ejército, ¿qué te piensas?, portas un esqueleto cinético y un rifle gauss.
-Todo bien jefe de escuadrón, he dado servicio militar, no es nuevo para mí.
- Oh, ¿dónde serviste?
- En las colonias exteriores, hace 5 años en la rebelión, primera línea 76va compañía de infantería.
-Bien, no eres un novato, listo. Nos uniremos a la primera legión de reconocimiento formada para investigar el nuevo mundo, el general nos dará nuestras órdenes.
/POV GENERAL/
Frente al gigantesco portal miles de soldados, tanques, camiones, blindados y diversos vehículos listos. Un hombre envejecido con múltiples medallas en el pecho habla frente a los soldados.
-Muy bien, hoy iniciaremos la primera expedición, su misión es ingresar al portal montar un campamento, investigar cualquier ser hostil que pueda encontrarse y proteger el perímetro mientras se construye el campamento, la línea de suministros será estable, el campamento se construirá con el portal al centro. Regresen con vida señores y mucha suerte.
-SEÑOR, SI SEÑOR!! (todos)
Miles de soldados, alineados, marchan junto a los tanques y diversos vehículos hacia el portal, listos para el combate, listos para morir si es necesario para cumplir su misión, sería una mentira si dijeran que no tienen miedo, muchos están aterrados, muchos no quisieran dar un paso más, pero también se sienten afortunados, verán un nuevo mundo. Con pasos firmes se dirigen al portal, paso a paso.
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