We set off as a group. Robots on the outside, heavily armoured soldiers on the inside of them, lightly armoured soldiers on the inside of them. Finally myself in the epicentre of them all. Similarly to how armies and police units were trained to move before the war. We begin marching. The men in rather high spirits due to their victory a short while ago. As we went at a steady pace, some of the more confident, old fashioned, human soldiers began to sing old war songs as well as some popular songs within the group. Even the M.R.Us played recordings of songs to join in. Overall it was rather inspiring. 

The event caused me to think for a moment about just how lucky we all are. So far we have encountered very little hardship. Especially in comparison to what my people must have suffered these past years. For the time being, we all had enough to sing about. I could not help thinking however that most of the folks in this barren land had very little of anything at all. We passed the house we had camped in previously in order to escape the sand storm and got as far as the white house gates. Then it emerged.

At first all that alerted us of it's presence was a quiet, but extremely high pitched screech which filled the ears of myself, my men, and I imagine anyone's for miles around. Then, from behind a statue, it advanced and caught immediate sight of us. It stood at around nine feet, had skin that looked like a cross breed of a dragon and some sort of dark blue glow fish, had eyes which were a striking neon green, and horns that curled upon its head. Those were black like the night sky. The beast had a body which looked much like that of a mythical Dragon depicted on flags and family crests of old England. This version of the reptile was far more goo-ridden and much less healthy seeming than its mythical counterpart. It was a pale green colour around its belly which petruded closely to its feet, almost as if carrying a child. With black claws on it's heavy clumps of mishapen feet situated at the end of four muscular legs, teeth like spear heads filling even it's throat, and a tail which was a whip with sharp blades upon it in a line, ending in a larger spike at its end. This beast looked truely like somthing from a book. A book in which the protagonist does not prevail.

My convoy and I quickly found cover behind a large stone pillar which held the building behind us up, and began offloading as many bullets into the beast as possible, to no avail. It simply made the beast more agitated, caused it to lash out towards us. One swipe of its giant clawed hand took the pillar from the equation entirely, leaving no barrier between us and our agressor. It swiftly snatched up two of my soldiers in one hand and mercilessly tore them apart. The sounds of their spinal cords snapping and deafening screams still does haunt my nightmares to this day. As a result of this, pints of blood rained down upon us, covering us all in the fresh, warm blood of our fallen comrades. After witnessing this attrocity, I ordered a tactical withdraw. We sprinted for our lives, that hoping the beast was not as fast as it was strong. It was... We scattered to the best of our ability, in a desperate effort to save ourselves from an untimely demise at the hands of the creature.

It managed to eliminate a total of five soldiers, (two human and three robotic) before we managed to reach the relative safety of the white house door. The beast was then met by heavy artillery fire of the Whitehouse defences. It retreated soon after they began to fire. During this time myself and the human soldiers entered the whitehouse and I alone went directly to the meeting room, calling on the way for a meeting to be held immediately.

Within about ten minutes, all major parties of our slowly forming new government sat at the table, at the head of which I was sat. Once seated, I began by telling them exactly where I had been on a map, so that they could see. I then told them about the settlement we had taken and left them to sort out the logistics of setting up defences and supply routes to and from this new settlement. when I percieved that I was no longer needed, I went my quaters and simply fell asleep on my bed.

Eventually I woke up and felt a weight upon my arm. To my suprise I saw my son lay cuddled into my chest contently, softly snoring as young children do. I kissed his forehead and smiled lovingly as he sleped. After around twenty minutes of peaceful rest with my sleeping son, he awoke and simply rose from my arms and began to play on the floor near the bed. I eventually left him in his room to play after watching him for a little while, and decided to get dressed into a pair of jeans, a white shirt and some leather black boots. I then proceeded into the war room.

A perimeter of our new territory had already been marked on our map. Pins of various colours to mark different units had also been added. Red pins surrounded the perimeter of the new camp which we decided to call Incolumitá. The red pins represented aggressive (armed) mechanical units, who's primary objective was to neutrilize hostile  personnel on sight. Pink pins represented non-aggressive mechanical units, such as medical and surveillance robots. Purple pins represented human soldiers, white represented human "passives" such as medical response teams and scientists among others. Enemies that were known to us had black pins to mark their last known location. Every unit, aggressive or not, was equipped with trackers which they could attach to a moving vehicle or enemyif they got the opportunity. This would give us a real-time view of an enemy. These trackers would be marked by a flashing dark grey triangle when in use. On the map their was also "imperatives". This catagory consisted of myself, the general and the other leaders of various sections in the bunker. For example the head head scientists. On the map, imperatives were marked using gold pins. The entire map and all of its pins were made from holograms and were set upon a table in the centre of the war room. The markers moved automatically in close to real time, due to the fact that every unit within the facility was implanted with these tracking chips.

These chips also had a compound not unlike C4 inside them. The bomb was powerful enough to vaporise the person with the chip and anyone else in a metre radious. This could be detonated from the war room although the order could only be exicuted if I granted it  via biometric verification. The chips also detonated upon the death of it's host, in order to prevent the equipment from getting into enemy hands, provided that all ally units were out of the blast zone. This clever invention was created with the intention of keeping a technological advantage over our enemies, within the great war. The device proved to be useful at this post war scenario as well.

As I looked around the room at those before me, I spotted a woman stood looking straight back. She seemed to be an apprentice of my chief scientist and appeared to be doing nothing at all. maybe even bored with it all. Intrigued, I slowly approached. Her pure beauty struck harshly,  perhaps comperable to a baseball bat. This exhilirating sensation causing my heart to race and breathing to quicken. She smiled at me slightly and looked away, her oversized lab coat falling from her shoulders like a cloak on top of the formal black, velvet dress she wore. Her skin was a beautiful light brown and her eyes were a large, vibrant green. Her hair was as black as the night sky. The sound of her light blue heels clicking on contact with the floor as she walked confidently across the room echoed through my mind. All in all she must have only been around five feet tall, maybe even less, the heels giving her the height of just about five feet. 

I decided I would approach her, and as if instinctively, began walking in her direction. This is when my Chief Economics Advisor slid into my path, not allowing me to move towards the door nor see my beatiful mystery clearly for any further amount of time. She walked off towards the living quarters and I sighed as she escaped my view entirely. My advisor then began yapping about trivial matters such as who should be paid more. I told him, rather hastily, that in our current situation money is of no importance. Afterall, who are we buying from, the local gangs? I answered all of his other questions with an abrupt yes or no, paying very little attention to his actual words, all the while, thinking only of the mystery girl who I intended to make my own.