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>ENTRY MADE: APRIL 1ST, 2782 AD, 8:06 PM, GMT-5 TIME

"Dear Diary,

It was my birthday today. Daddy gave me a very special gift. This necklace... uh... I mean..." The voice grew quieter as the four year old girl moved her head away from the microphone. "Daddy, what this thing called again? Oh, thankoo." The voice grew louder again as Petra began to speak directly to the microphone again. "Daddy says it's called a 'Subvocal/Vocal Digital Recording Device'. It's a necklace, and Daddy says everytime I say the uh... voice command... and it will start recording whatever I say. Daddy says it also records 'Subvocal entries' which he says are like talking, but without making noise, but I don't really get it.

Anyway, Daddy says I should start by talking about my life. My name is Petra Rosales. Daddy says I'm named after a character from his favorite book, back when they still wrote on paper. He has a copy of each book in the entire series, and it's one of the only collections of written books left. Anyways, Daddy owns a Solar Power company, and he says my Mommy gave her last breath bringing me into this world. I don't know what that means, but Daddy says he won't tell me until I'm older. Oh, and I forgot to say, I'm four years old, as of today. I miss my Mommy very much, and Daddy won't even show me any pictures of her. Oh, and Daddy says we may have to take a trip very soon, and we might not be back for a long time.

Yesterday, someone came over to the house. I had never seen them before in my life, and I didn't see them very much now because I was in my room most of the time they were here. But Daddy's office is right next to my room, so I heard a bit of them talking. I heard the stranger say '2.5 Billion' and my Dad said' Well, I guess so...' and a little after that the stranger left.

Daddy told me afterward that we should start packing, and we would be leaving in a few days." Some background noise was heard, as Petra's father picked her up and informed her it was her bed time. "Well, I haves to go to bed now, bye-bye for now."

>ENTRY ENDED: APRIL 1ST, 2782 AD, 8:14 PM, GMT-5 TIME

>ENTRY MADE: APRIL 4TH, 2782 AD, 7:38 AM, GMT-4 TIME

"Dear Diary,

I woke up in the car today. I was thinking about that today. They still call them cars, but they're nothing like Daddy says they used to be. Daddy says they used to have wheels, and run off gasoline. And require a driver at all times. Anyway, Daddy says he took me and my bags into the car at about three in the morning. I asked him where we're going, but he says 'It's a surprise.' I think that he doesn't know where we're going. He seems kind of scared... he says it's important that I make these diaries... but he wouldn't say why. Well, I guess I don't have anything left to say for now. Bye."

>ENTRY ENDED: APRIL 4TH, 2782 AD, 7:43 AM, GMT-4 TIME

>ENTRY MADE: APRIL 7TH, 2782 AD, 8:42 AM, GMT-3 TIME

"Dear Diary,

I woke up today, and it was dark. At first, I checked my watch to make sure the time was right, and it was. Daddy says this is the reason why we're leaving. He also says when the stranger came, Daddy was selling his company to him. He said since his company is a solar power company, it would crash without the sun. He says we may need to run from the people he sold it to, because they might be mad that they just bought a solar power company and the sun just died out. He says we also may need to go on a colony ship to escape the Earth, cos' it might get too cold without the sun. He also said that- Whoa what!? Daddy, who are they?

The voice grew quieter and changed to that of a man, Petra's father. "Petra, get out of the car! Run!" Crying was all that could be heard on the microphone. "Petra! Run!" and this time, the voice was much more commanding. Through the microphone some noises could be heard as Petra reluctantly obeyed her father. For a few seconds, all that could be heard was Petra's sobbing, and then a loud noise -a gunshot- and more sobs. "Daddy!" the young girls cry was heard, as she turned back towards her father. From the increase in Petra's cries and sobs, the only logical conclusion was her father's death. The noise of some struggling and kicking could now be heard. "Let me go!" Petra's voice cried, and then a grown man's voice was heard. "Get her necklace, its one of those recorder things!" and then... silence.

>ENTRY ENDED: APRIL 7TH, 2782 AD, 9:03 AM, GMT-3 TIME

>ENTRY MADE: JANUARY 3RD, 2795 AD, 3:02 AM, UNKNOWN TIME ZONE

"Dear Diary,

I woke up today, no idea of my whereabouts. My captors, whoever they may be, gave me the courtesy -or rather the discourtesy- of putting a mirror inside my room. Looking inside it, I discovered myself to be much older -possibly fifteen or sixteen years- and, for the love of god, my eyes were gone, replaced by some metal monstrosities, which, to my extreme dislike, allowed me to see, and see through the mirror what they have done to me. I have no memory since the day my father died. I have figured out a way to hook my 'eyes' up to my necklace so I can record video as well. I will be doing so with all my future entries." The word "eyes" was put with as much contempt as Petra could muster into her voice.

I am inside a room, walls all made of metal. There is a bed in the corner of the room, and a chair. Other than that, the room is pretty empty. Though it doesn't look empty, as it is small, so those two things actually sort of fill the room. Oh, and, there's a security camera in the corner of the room. Well, I guess that's it for now."

>ENTRY ENDED: JANUARY 3RD, 2795 AD, 3:07 AM, UNKNOWN TIME ZONE

>ENTRY MADE: FEBRUARY 11TH, 2795 AD, 7:01 AM, UNKNOWN TIME ZONE

A tall man, presumably, wearing a heavy sort of combat armor that covered his entire self, as well as a helmet with a golden visor, tinted, so you could see no part of him whatsoever, only the armor, was seen standing in front of the camera. Though you could not see her, Petra was there, as the video feed was coming from her "eyes."

"You know, you've delivered my meals for more than a month now, and I still haven't seen your face." Petra said, sweetly, and having to keep herself from making the voice sickly sweet instead of merely sweet.

The man stood, looking at Petra for a moment, and then he took his helmet off, revealing him to be smiling.

~Fool!~ Petra thought, as she turned her right side to face the man, raised her right leg, and unleashed a devastating side kick on the man's face. Her captors had made the devastating mistake of allowing her to exercise in their gym. While the man was holding his hand to his face, staggering from the shock and force of Petra's blow, Petra whipped around to face the man again, and launched a powerful jab with her left fist at her guard's face. She smiled at the crack she heard as her hand contacted with the man's nose, breaking it. Petra wasted no time, though. She whipped around, and while turning, she jammed her right elbow into the guard's already broken nose. Her assault was finished. Her final blow had shoved the man's broken nose into his brain, killing him instantly. Petra still wasted no time, though. She had wasted thirteen years in, for all she knew, sleep. And she was done. Anyway, she quickly began to strip the man of his armor and put it on her, over the scrubs-like clothing that they made her wear in her prison.

When she was fully dressed in the man's armor, she made her way through the hallway. The armor was everything but comfortable. First, the man was much taller than Petra, so she had had to tear off parts of her pants,and stuff them in the feet of the armor, so she could stand tall enough to see through the visor of the helmet, which magnetically connected to the rest of the armor when worn. Second, this suit of armor was not designed for women. Petra's chest was cramped inside the armor, which was incredibly uncomfortable. But, the armor did have a few cool features, such as the ability to magnetically attach your weapons to the exterior of the armor, so you would not have to carry them.

Petra was drawn away from her thoughts of the uncomfortability of her armor, as she found herself at a heavy door, with two guards at the doors, wearing armor similar to hers, but both of their armor was blue, whilst Petra's was red.

"What are you doing here? Red is cellblock security." The guard standing to Petra's right said, looking her up and down from behind his visor.

"Uh... Sorry." Petra said, doing her best to make her voice sound deep and like a man's. "I had a little too much to drink last night, and I'm still a little buzzed." and with those words, she turned and began to walk away. She made a note of this hallway, and not to head down it again. She switched her recorder off, and spent the next few hours wondering throughout the halls of this complex.

>ENTRY PAUSED: FEBRUARY 11TH, 2795 AD, 7:37 AM, UNKNOWN TIME ZONE

>ENTRY REVISED: FEBRUARY 11TH, 2795 AD, 10:43 AM, UNKNOWN TIME ZONE

The camera returned from the momentary -to the viewer, at least- darkness, to an extremely dazzling light. The brightness on Earth would be nearly equal to that of the sun, but with Petra on the observation deck so close to it, at first she feared of going blind. But then, she remembered. Of course she couldn't go blind. She didn't believe so anyway, due to her electronic eyes. Though she supposed that if the light was bright enough, it could, in fact, damage the 'retinas' though repair would be simple, unlike that of an actual human eye. Anyway, she assumed that her visor also served to dim the light a little, so the employees of the station would not go blind. At least not immediately, but within due time, they probably would. And then their eyes would be replaced with metal ones, like Petra's.

It was then that Petra realized she understood much more of her situation, as her memories had not completely came back. She was being held captive by the people who had killed her father, presumably the same people who had purchased her Father's company, merely days before the sun went out. They had most likely not lost money on that investment, though, as much as they gained. They were most likely being paid by all major world leaders to light the Earth, from this, and most likely another, satellite. They had probably converted Petra's father's advanced solar technology into the same that was used on this satellite. The only real questions left in Petra's mind was why they had been keeping her captive, and why they had woke her up now, assuming they had woken her up on purpose. She would research this company more Right now, what she needed was a way to escape this place. She assumed their would be shuttles somewhere for employee vacations, to spend time with their families.

So now, she began her search for an escape, and shut off the camera, as she was sure there were another boring few hours ahead of her.

>ENTRY PAUSED: FEBRUARY 11TH, 2795 AD, 10:52 AM, UNKNOWN TIME ZONE

>ENTRY REVISED: FEBRUARY 11TH, 2795 AD, 12:47 PM, UNKNOWN TIME ZONE

The camera awoke, now pointed at a person wearing similar armor to Petra. Though the other person's armor had a feminine figure, and was a very dark blue.

"Sir, I'm going to need your thumb print before you can exit the station." The woman said, grabbing Petra by the shoulder. Petra had no intention of even pretending to obey. She was tired and sore from wondering the halls of this satellite in her heavy, uncomfortable armor. Instead of feigning compliance, Petra merely torn the woman's helmet off, and grabbed the combat knife that was resting in a sheath on the front side of Petra's left shoulder. The moment she had the woman's helmet off and her knife in her right hand, Petra whipped around, slashing horizontally at the woman's neck with the knife while she did so. The woman couldn't even manage to get out a scream before Petra's knife had sliced well through her throat. Immediately after Petra was sure she had killed her, Petra began to take her own armor off. When she had it off, she began to strip the woman's body of her armor, and Petra put it on herself. It was much more comfortable, as the woman was about Petra's height, and her chest wasn't cramped.

When she was finished changing, Petra stepped through the door that her armor's previous owner had been guarding. She closed it in a hurry, so none of the others in the docking department would see the body. Petra wasn't stopped by anyone, this time. They were all wearing armor the color of hers. So now, Petra had somewhat of an idea of the armor color codes. Red was security, dark blue was docking, and light blue was most likely something to do with the maintenance of the lighting and heating panels. Petra continued through this section of the satellite, as she saw no shuttles yet, but she was sure she was in the right area. Eventually, she found her way to the hangar. She managed to get permission to use a shuttle by convincing another woman that the shuttle needed to return to Earth for maintenance. By that time though, she had switched the camera off and merely kept the voice recorder on. Once she was inside the shuttle though, she switched both off.

>ENTRY ENDED: FEBRUARY 11TH, 2795 AD, 1:32 PM, UNKNOWN TIME ZONE

>ENTRY ADDED: FEBRUARY 12TH, 2795 AD, 10:32 AM, GMT-7 TIME

The camera started, pointed at Petra. It wasn't the camera in her eyes though, she was now at a hotel in Roswell, New Mexico. She had wirelessly linked her eyes to the terminal in her hotel room, allowing her to see through and record with the computer's camera. Petra was no longer wearing her armor, or the prison uniform she had previously worn. She was now wearing a pair of blue jeans and a plain, white T-shirt. Her black her was falling freely, reaching down a little past her shoulders. She was sitting on a plain, wooden chair.

"My name is Petra Rosales, if this is the first of my entries you are seeing. Approximately 19 hours ago, I escaped from the captivity of the Company that owns the satellites that are keeping the Earth lighted and heated. I was in fact, being held captive on one of the satellites themselves. I am now on Earth, but I will withhold my whereabouts in case someone that I don't want to sees this. Anyway, since I escaped and got back to the Earth, approximately 7 hours ago, I have been using this terminal to research what has happened while I was gone. For, in fact, I was held captive for thirteen years, and kept asleep for most of that time.

Anyway, I have apparently missed very many things. Few months after I was kidnapped, the people that purchased my father's company have transformed it into their two satellites that light and heat the Earth. And, a few years after that, the world broke into war. The Free Men and Women of Earth, consists of all of North America, -now all one country, the United States of America- Great Britain, and many smaller countries. The FM&WE is fighting to keep the satellites under the satellites' individual control, while Russia, India, Japan, and many other countries each fight to obtain the satellites for themselves. China however, is fighting simply to destroy the satellites, and escape with their lightspeed ships, the result of which would be the destruction of mankind, except for those under Chinese rule. I am not sure if I want to join any of these parties, or who if I do. But one thing is for sure; I want revenge on the people who killed my father and held me captive for thirteen years."

>ENTRY ENDED: FEBRUARY 12TH, 2795 AD, 11:07 AM, GMT-7 TIME

>ENTRY ADDED: FEBRUARY 17TH, 2795 AD, 3:05 PM, GMT-7 TIME

The camera came into focus, pointing at the holographic records of Petra's wealth floating over the terminal.

"Apparently I'm rich. Well, I guess I should be. My dad already had a few billion before he sold his company, and now with the 2.5 billion from selling it, it's been gaining interest for thirteen yea-" Petra was interrupted by a loud noise and the shaking of the ground. In a minute flat, Petra was dressed in the armor she had taken from the woman she had killed in the satellite, and holding her A7-94 assault rifle, her right index finger resting on the trigger, the safety turned off. Her small, nine-millimeter pistol was magnetically attached to the left thigh of the armor, the barrel pointing down. Petra's knife was in it's sheath, magnetically attached to the left shoulder of her armor. She rushed out of the small hotel, and looked outside to see what the commotion was.

Fighter planes dotted the sky over Petra's head. She knew in an instant they were Chinese, by the symbol on the side of all the planes. Their were some FM&WE tanks and plains as well as soldiers, fighting off the Chinese. Since it was clear to Petra that the Chinese were the attackers here, she decided to side with the FM&WE, at least for this battle. Petra raised her assault rifle to her shoulder-level, took careful aim, lining up her sights, and began to fire a fast stream of bullets at a particularly close fighter plane. Her aim was completely accurate, one of the bonuses of electronic eyes.

Petra's bullets pierced through the windshield of the plane she had been aiming at, and they had filled the pilot's head with lead, killing him. His plane went on and crashed into another Chinese fighter, and they both exploded. But that had drawn some of the Chinese pilots' attention to Petra. One plane, flying only about twenty feet above the ground, seemed ready to crash into Petra. When it got close enough, Petra leapt into the air, and landed on the plane. She activated the strong electro-magnets in the feet of her armor, and she stuck the plane, standing right next to the windshield. In his surprise at Petra's leap, the pilot had inadvertantly pulled away from the suicidal dive. Petra raised both her hands high above her head, holding them together, and brought them down on the windshield of the craft. She didn't quite puncture it, but it was fractured, and barely sticking together. Now, Petra thrust her left hand through the glass, this time going straight through it, and grabbed the pilot by his shirt. She ripped him out of the cockpit through the hole in the glass she made, cutting him a little on the broken glass, and she threw him away from her, and turned her head away as the man was impaled on a stop sign. When the plane was about ten feet above the ground, Petra leapt off it, just before it crashed into the ground.

Petra now reached for her pistol, as the clip that was currently in her assault rifle was nearly out of ammo, and she didn't want to waste the time reloading. Not all of the planes had been fighter planes. Some had been Chinese carrier planes, which had dropped some soldiers onto the ground. Petra grasped her pistol firmly in her right hand, and fired three shots at a Chinese soldier who was dangerously close to Petra. Her bullets soared into the man's head, and left a few exit wounds on the back of his head. The man fell to the ground dead. Petra quickly bent over his corpse, and picked up his pistol. She quickly magnetically attached it to the left thigh of her armor, so after the clip in her pistol ran out of ammo, she would not need to reload it immediately. With that, Petra paused the recording. This video was already taking up a lot of memory, and she didn't want to fill up the memory so fast. Even though her eyes had a tetra bite of storage.

>ENTRY PAUSED: FEBRUARY 17TH, 2795 AD, 4:02 PM, GMT-7 TIME

>ENTRY REVISED: FEBRUARY 17TH, 2795 AD, 5:32 PM, GMT-7 TIME

The fighting was nearly over. The town of Roswell was strewn with bodies and crashed planes, mainly Chinese. However, the Chinese had taken a large portion of Roswell with them. More than half the city was ruined. Now FM&WE soldiers and tracking down and capturing the remainder of Chinese soldiers, unless they were resisted, in which case they were immediately executed.

Petra was drawn away from her recorded surveillance of the city, as she heard footsteps behind her. She whipped around to see a Chinese soldier holding a combat knife, mere feet behind her. Though she could have merely grabbed one of her pistols and shot him in the head, Petra was bored, and confident. She grabbed her knife and pulled it from its sheath. Grasping it tightly in her right hand, Petra rushed at the man, and launched a diagonal slash with her knife. The man quickly countered it by holding his knife up firmly, and Petra's knife merely scraped across the man's, creating a shower of sparks. After blocking Petra's slash, the man lunged at her, stabbing with his knife. Petra leapt to the side, quickly dodging his lunge. The man landed flat on his face on the ground, but he quickly rolled over, and, just as he was about to get, Petra caught him off-guard with a stab, plunging her knife into the man's stomach. The man would not give up so easily, though. He grabbed at Petra's gun, though, due to the magnetic attachment, he could not take it from her armor. Instead, he spun it, pointing the barrel up, towards Petra's head, and pulled the trigger.

The gun did not fire, however. When it was magnetically attached to armor, the safety was automatically turned on. Petra kicked the man in the face, causing him to relinquish his grip on her her, and she stepped back a few feet. She detached her pistol from her right thigh, raised it, turned the safety off, took careful aim at the man's eye, and fired, using the last bullet in that clip. The bullet plunged into Petra's foe's eye, tore through his brain, and came out, anchoring in the floor. Petra reloaded her gun, and then looked around. There wasn't a non-captured Chinese soldier in sight. Petra reattached her gun to her armor, and walked back to the hotel, which was thankfully still standing. She switched off the camera, now.

>ENTRY ENDED: FEBRUARY 17TH, 2795 AD, 6:00 PM, GMT-7 TIME

THE FOLLOWING POST WAS FOUND ON SEVERAL POLITICAL FORUMS, POSTED BY USERNAME: ODEN'S EYES:

"I ask you, my fellow man, do you enjoy seeing the world in the state it is in now? The entire world fighting, the sun gone. Anarchy everywhere. I'm sure if you have a heart, you don't. I will be forming a group, hopefully to help mankind. Do not join if you are afraid of combat. The recruitment meeting will be on February 23rd, 7:00 PM, on a privately owned site, owned by me, which there is a link to at the end of my post. After we have become acquainted over the nets, we will meet in real life, and began planning and bringing those plans to action."

>ENTRY MADE: FEBRUARY 18TH: 9:32 PM, GMT-7 TIME

The camera awoke, now using the camera from the terminal, for it was focused on Petra. "Hello. I have done more research concerning the current state of the world, as I still had many questions that required answering. I wondered why Canada was no longer its own country, as it had been when I had last been on Earth. Apparently, when the sun went out, a deep layer of permafrost began to cover most of the country that was already not covered by it. This resulted in the loss of most of the country's agricultural capability, and thus its ability to support its self. Desperate, the Canadian leaders sought a pact with the United States, which ultimately ended in Canada's joining the USA. When the satellites were activated, at first the Canadians thought they would soon be able to return to self-sufficiency.

However, this was not the case. Canada's soil had not only been frozen, but it had become permafrost; permanently frozen soil. Thus, when the sun was replaced, the soil did not warm. This permanently changed the country's climate, and its politics. The political leaders of Canada simply decided to except their statehood in the US, as they were not being treated unfairly."

>ENTRY ENDED: FEBRUARY 18TH, 9:47 PM, GMT-7 TIME

Rules:

1. No flaming, godmodding, autohitting, etc.

2. I rock.

3. You, most likely, don't rock.

4. If you're still reading by now, you definitely don't rock.

5. I rock, but not anywhere near as much as Kurt Cobain.

Weapons (You don't have to use these, you can have your own):

A7-94 Assault Rifle:
This weapon is standard for most militaries. Clips for it each hold 90 bullets, which are slightly bigger than a 9mm round. This weapon is fully-automatic, and can fire bullets very quickly. There is a flip-out screen on the left side that tells the amount of bullets left in the gun.

D9-12 RPG launcher:
This weapon can hold up to four grenades at a time, and can fire them about one every three seconds. It is single-loading, and has ammo with an explosive radius of about thirty meters.

Desert Hawk .9mm Pistol:
This is a standard sidearm for most militaries. It can hold twenty bullets, and is clip-loading. This pistol is semi-automatic, and is most effective when used with hollowpoint rounds.

K73 Sniper Rifle:
A clip loading weapon that can hold 12 bullets, this is a powerful long range weapon. The rifle is semiautomatic, and has an adjustable scope, with many different settings. Widely used by many militaries, as well.

Hurricane Z13 Shotgun:
A semiautomatic shotgun, this weapon can hold twelve shots. This weapon has manual, old fashioned line-up sights, as well as a laser sight on the side of the barrel. A shot with one of these up close, and almost anyone would be killed, even through most types of armor.

Vehicles (More will be added soon):

Q25 Jeep:
While rather different from a modern jeep, considering it travels by hover, and has no wheels, it serves the same purpose as many current military jeeps. The object is to move fast, and punch hard. There is a driver's and passenger's seat in the front, and a fully maneuverable turret in the back. The turret can be either a machine gun turret, a missile turret, or a laser turret. The driver's, and passenger's seats, as well as the turret are protected by G-Force shields, which do not allow anything traveling past a certain, customizable speed, to enter, while still allowing all to exit.

Faction List (Open to suggestions):

China:
The Chinese Empire has recently been passed down to a new ruler. This ruler is insane, and wants to destroy the lighting and heating satellites. He rules through fear, and he is quite fearsome, so his soldiers obey him for now.

Free Men & Women of Earth (FM&WE):
This is an alliance of nations. It consists of the United States of America -which now spans across all of North America- Great Britain, Australia, and many other smaller nations. The FM&WE is lead by a council of people, one minister from each Nation in it. The FM&WE is fighting to keep the satellites under the company that owns them's control.

Thailand: Thailand is currently negotiating to join the FM&WE. Their current leader is a young man named Boronmakot.

Germany, Russia, France, Japan, and India: All of these countries are lead by dictators, and are fighting to gain control of the satellites for themselves.

Bio Format (Non-bio entries are always welcome):

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Weapon(s) (Don't have to be from my list):

Armor/Clothing:

Appearance:

Personality:

Short History:

Alliance (Pretty much any nation or the FM&WE, or working for own personal gain):

Other:

I know the introduction is pretty long for these forums, but I expect you to read ALL of it if you want to join.

Name:Arker

Age:29

Gender:Male

Weapons:K73 Sniper Rifle, Desert Hawk .9mm Pistol, Serrated Knife, grenade belt(dead-man swich, timed detenation, remote detonation)

Armor/Clothing: Bulletproof vest, duster coat, fedora.

Appearance: 6'3, long brown hair, angular features, shaven, white

Personality: Eccentric, intelligent, quick to run from a losing battle, mercenary

Short History:Born somewhere in the Americas, married in late teens, family killed by Chinese Army.

Alliance:FM&WE(currently)

Other: Execution warrants in-China(terrorism), Japan(attempted assassination), Germany(assassination of a political leader)