Prologue Start

The was Year 2987, four years since World War 10 ended. During the war five legendary generals fought each other in epic combat.

Entire landscapes were terraformed, deserts into fields of shattered glass, cities into pits of craters, and even the arctic is now filled with toxic promothin gas, acidic enough to burn your lungs like mustard gas. 5 distinct forces have fought.

Hyperion

Fully sentient robotic beings. Once a loyal servant of man, now a major player in the stage of war. Heartless and merciless their mission is singular, to destroy all of humanity.

Their general 01000011 01101111 01100110 01100110 01100101 01100101 00100000 01110000 01101111 01110100 otherwise known as General Coffee Pot strangely enough wasn't some sort of overmind that would control these robots. For you see he is a true warrior clad in pitch black obsidian armor with plasma based weaponry that were able to melt any inorganic and organic material with easy.

Flesh of Iron

Once a part of humanity, however realizing that the flesh is weak, they turn to science and technology. Rejecting what little humanity they have left, they now believe themselves as the apostles of a new age, The Age Of Iron. They are the most fanatic in nature out of the other 5 armies almost that of a cult. However, one should not underestimate their might.

Their General De'William, it is said to be equivalent to an armored gorilla. With cardboard armor that he made himself when he was 5 years old, it is said that he has never lost a hand to hand combat against his father. With unmatched spirit and devotion De'William plans on one day upgrading his cardboard armor with a 2x4 oak wood armor.

New Union

Formerly a part of Europe containing the Russian Empire, Kaspha(formerly Britain), and the 12th Reich, now united as stronger than ever. They are genetically enhanced, filled with the desire to enhance their current biological limitations. Unnatural muscle growth, new organs that is supposed to pump "purple blood," bones as strong as titanium, and with the desire to reach the peak of human biology, is there anything to stop the New Union?

Their General nicknamed The Beast King, is said to contain every genotypes from all living organisms. Regeneration, Strength, Speed, and etc you name it and most likely the Beast King has it. It is whispered and rumored that the King himself was the first to successfully survive their inhuman experiments in fact it is said that no one else has successfully harnessed the power of all other living organisms.

Ordor Helios

A small segment of humans, but quite possibly the most powerful of all the other empires due to their technological edge. With giant airships that are essentially floating fortresses, their air superiority was unrivaled. The ships themselves were enough to destroy entire cities, if not for the city's shield generators, and armaments.

Rather than a general they had an Admiral; Hydro Flask. As a mere human he did not have any powers other than the might of his war ship Black Heaven. Rather than fire power, speed, and durability his ship was notorious for something else. It was able to transform into a cool looking mech.

The Last Frontier

The last of the "true humans" no augmentations of any kind and no technological edge. They only have one desire, one will; To survive. As you see , unlike the others who participate in this war, the Last Frontier's goal wasn't a war for dominance, it was a war for survival.

General J. Bottle a veteran who fought World War 7-9 his skill was well regarded during World War 10. A tactically superior general who wasn't afraid to use risky maneuvers during the battle. He himself usually don't fight personally, however when he does, with the help of his 2 revolvers Bulldog and Warhead, he is able to rival that of other superior fighters with cunning tactics and luck.

But like any war, it has finally ended, humanity survived and like always has been reborn and has rebuilt itself from the ashes of World War 10.

From all of this it is said that only one general has made it out alive...

Prolog End

Volume 1 Chapter 1: The Duty of Man

Omega, once a military base of extreme importance, now has been transformed into a mega city. A large wall once used as a fortification of the base now stands tall as a symbol of power. And within the inner wall the rich and the wealthy take refuge from within. Outside the walls is nothing but ruins and makeshift houses of the forgotten, weakened, and defeated.

As for the inner wall there are five distinct towers that stand tall and mighty. The center most tower Omega Tower is said to be owned by Max Vermillion, the 5th most richest man on earth!

There is a famous rumor on the outer perimeter of Omega, of a man wearing a military uniform.

The fragrance of gun powder could be smelt as he walks by. He wore a brown uniform with medals and ribbons which would sit silently as he would move. As for his uniform, if one were to taste his uniform it would taste bitter and stale, a sanstation almost that of wood. 

On his waist was a single decorated revolver, which would appear to have aged like a fine wine. The saturated color of the metal would further exonerate its service to its wielder. 

His hair was dark and messy so much that it would feel like the fur of an unwashed dog. A commanding officer’s hat would sit on top of his head like a vulture making a nest on a sack of twigs. A pair of black boots would sit appropriately on both his feet, make a sound so acute, that one would mistake it for the snapping of bones.

There was no mistake, this man is General J. Bottle, the man who won the 10th World War. He was supposed to be exalted after winning, but it appears all have forgotten him. As peace sets, so too his legacy. In fact, most people view him as such; a mere legend.

It has been 4 years since the end of the war. The mega city “Omega,” stands as a proud bastion of humanity's survival and endurance. Although the same could not be said the same when one takes a closer look.

Skilled mercenaries, cybernetic androids, bioenhanced junkies, veteran soldiers, and many more degenerates gather about in this city. All with the same goal, to live another day. Warmth of blood and the coldness of night is pretty much the only sensation these savages could feel. And yet in the outskirts of this dystopia, there lies in an office so bleak and forgettable no one has come: General J. Bottle’s For Hire! For 4 years he waited. Sadly everyone thought he was dead. And now to pay his rent, Bottle must go and find a job.

The plan was perfect he thought...

The legendary General J. Bottle would become some super star after the war, getting hired by some mega corporation or something to serve as a body guard or something, preferabily something comfy like a strategist or something. But no such benefits ever came.

For you see this man is poor, the war didn't necessarily pay him well for his deeds. In fact the most he ever got was a $5 gift card which was now useless as the company that accepted the gift card was now destroyed due to the war.

As Bottle walked down the dusty outskirts back to his home he noticed a man surveying the area. The man looked at bottle, and was suprised at first, then came up to him.

"General J. Bottle... To think I would meet you here in the slums (Sigh...)"

The bald man had scars on his head. Wearing a large black trench coat with a special insignia on his arm, striped dress shirt, and an attitude. He was the Chief of the 3rd Company of the MPD(military police department) Marshal L. Luck

"You could have joined the MPD after your military success... General, or are you now just a civilian now?"

Bottle didn't respond, but he did stop to hear Luck's words.

"Look at yourself Bottle, you call yourself a man? I bet you don't even know what you doing anymore. Face it bottle, you have no purpose anymore..."

(Purpose huh...)

Whispering General Bottle spoke no words in return and merely walked past the Chief. Indeed the once proud veteran of war, was now roaming the outer streets of Omega with nothing to do.

Barely anyone recognized him after the war, not because his appearance changed, but rather people just didn't care enough. As peace sets upon the world a person such as a General simply isn't needed anymore.

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[KNOCK! KNOCK!]

"HE'Y ANYONE IN THERE?"

"I'M LOOKIN FER A PERSON CALLED um... AH! GENERAL BWTTLE!"

How strange, a little girl was at a knocking and calling for someone at an old apartment. She had a pony tail on the left side of her head with a childish bunny hairband. Her hair was as white and as gentle as snow. Her eyes were quite strange, it was a hue of green however the pupils were dead as if light didn't shine.

She seemed cheerful and yet her eyes were not. She had a rather adorable appearance for her age, however her clothes didn't match with her face. She wore an oversized red hoodie, a pair of black pants, and tennis shoes.

She was quite young to be around these neighborhoods. It's a surprise that she wasn't kidnapped or worse. Even odder was the fact that she seemed too uncaring for her own safety. Usually people around the outer wall carry weapons openly to show to others that they would retaliate when provoked. Not even an outline of some sort of weapon underneath her clothes could be noticed.

A reply was heard, however it wasn't from the inside but rather it was coming towards her.

"Hey kid, what'r thinking you're doing in front of my house?"

There he stood, with a cigar in his mouth and both his hands in his pockets, General J. Bottle walked toward the door next to the little girl.

"Umm.. Are you perhaps... General Bottle?"

Bottle paused as he was opening the door, thinking to himself if he should answer the question. Breathing out the nicotine of the cigar he responded. [Huff~]

"And what if I am?"

The girl without hesitation immediately bowed

"PLEASE HELP MUE FIND MY MOTHAR!" (please help me find my mother)

"NO" [SLAM!]

The door shut and the girl stood outside all alone with her head down.

"WAT!?!"

"WA WA WAI WAIT PLEASSS... YOU DIDN'T LISTEN AS TO WHY!"

The door spoke back

"Listen kid... if you think your having problems you should take a look around kid."

"You ain't the first to come to me for 'help' and besides I'm..."

"B-But your GENERAL BOTTLE! MY MUM TOLD ME BOUT HOW YOU WON THE WAR!"

"SHE TOLD ME THAT YOU EVEN FOUGHT AGAINST TWO GENERALS AT THE SAME TIMEEEeee... DURING THE BATTLE THAT ENDED IT ALL!"

"..."

Bottle's eyes were wide in shock, for it has been quite a while since someone talked to him about the war of the past. But his face quickly returned to grim as his back slide down the door behind him.

He bit his lower lip and after a brief silence he responded.

"Haven't you heard kid? General bottle is dead... go to the MPD or something kid cus the guy your lookin'for is long dead."

The girl seemed to be shocked, the once legendary general who was seen in her eyes as a renowned person has rejected her.

[hick... sniff...]

"I... I... I GUES I WUS JUST TOLD LIES!"

[TAP! TAP! TAP!]

It appears the girl was gone and silence returned to Bottle's home. Bottle himself would occasionally have visitors such as her asking for help, however none would ever mention about the time when General Bottle fought in the war. Also most of the time the "customers" didn't pay or had anything of value.

Bottle stood still as if recalling what the girl said to him. He himself hadn't thought about the war ever since it ended. And was now thrown in a deep thought. Reminiscing he remembered the time when he was a kid.

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"Dad... why'dya go to wah?"

"Hmm? You mean war? Ha! What a silly question boy."

"To go to war is just apart of the duty of man!"

"Awe doot oof man?"

"Listen here Bottle, a man can be many things evil, good, both, and neither, however the duty of man never changes."

"In other words a man lives by a strict code forged by his dreams and goals ye see, and if that code is broken... lets just say the man himself is broken."

"Then wats your code dad?"

"Mine is to fight for the people whom I love, that is my Duty of Man"

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The door to the apartment creaked open, and a foot was stepped outside.

(What am I doing? I didn't even...) (sigh...)

"The duty of man huh... do I even have anyone left whom I love?"

(Tisk) "Alright, I get it... I get it..."

"Let's Roll!"

[step] [step] [step]

While lighting up a new cigar with a lighter it appears that General J. Bottle would take his first steps from being a shut in... to the outside world.