G-FORCE CHRONICLES

  “Battle Simulation MFS-3” Blinked in bright blue letters on a black screen. Bri sat in a replica cockpit wearing a black and blue flight suit. Her hands were gripping two black control sticks to her left and right. Surrounding her were three consoles of switches and small monitors as well. “This may be training but it is based off real battle data.” Sergeant Hayama’s voice said through her headset. “Roger.” Bri said. “Simulation begin.” A computerized voice said. The screen loaded a video feed of the deck of an Aircraft Carrier from Kiryu’s point of view. “Readying main thrusters for take-off.” Bri said as she flipped a few switches. The mock-cockpit began to shake and vibrate. “You are clear for launch.” Hayama said. “Target is 6 kilometers off our starboard side.” “Roger.” Bri said. “MFS-3, Kiryu, initiating lift-off.” She pressed a button on the left console and watched as the simulation lifted her off the deck of the carrier. She then tilted the right stick righ

                 August 5 th , 2025                Location: 30 miles south of Vancouver, Canada along the coast.                A fishing trawler was reeling in its net. The five crewmen were discouraged by the lack of fish in the days catch. Only about a dozen Cod fell out of the massive net.                “This is horrible.” One of the crewmen said. “We’ve been out here for a week and we’ve only caught about 200 lbs. of Cod and Mackerel.”                “I hear the Rolisican’s are going through the same thing.” Another crewman said. “At this rate, we’ll be lucky to have a full hull before the end of the season.”                A third crewmember then asked, “Do you think Rolisica is conducting tests again? That one company, Bio-Major, was in the news again recently.”                “I thought Bio-Major was based out of America.” Said the first crewman.                “Not anymore.” Said the fourth. “America kicked out Bio-Major before the war started.”