[ WP ] You were a soldier in a future conflict , until your heroic death . Now you face the battlefield of the Ragnarok of Nordic myth , with your full war kit .

I awoke gasping for air to the sound of screams in the distance. My helmet visor was smashed, and I could hear the flickering of the LED light on the top of it struggling to stay lit for more then 3 seconds. As my eyes began to focus, I realized this was n't the scorched land from VESPA-9. The sounds of clashing metal seems to have replaced the sound of explosions and plasma discharge. 
 
 I slowly sat up and looked around, and saw fields of green, hills covered in long grass, and a single tree sat to my right by a mere 10 meters. I still have no idea what's going on. 
 
 I wrestle my helmet off, and look at the front. Just as I though, single spike through the visor, blood surounding the entry point. I patted my face, and felt nothing out of the ordinary. I'm dead, and this is n't Vallhalla like I was promised. I still had questions, but no one could provide me with answers. Everything was hazy and I can barely remember what happened. 
 
 Our squad was sent on a suicide mission. Vespan's are known technomancers. They use machinery to resurrect the dead, and controll them. My squad of 6 was sent in to remove one of these POI's that was also a stronghold for a high-ranking commander of the Vespan army. They're hideous creatures, almost mimicing spider-slug hybrids. Grown fully, they develop spike like claws, singular, and can pierce even gold-titanium armour. Face and arms of a spider, body of a slug, highly-intelligent beings with technology that is so far advanced, they can bring back the dead. 
 
 A war that raged on. Swarms of Vespands took planets, one by one. Our last shot was their home world, a hive-like planet at the back of the Keplar system. VESPA-9. Each planet confirmed to be host to Vespans are numbered. VESPA-9 is the oldest planet we have records on, and hive-like ships leave this place on a regular basis. They're the 9th planet inside the Keplar system, spanning a huge distance of 700 light-years in size, containing more then 300 plannets. Of those 300, only 14 are confirmed to be sustainable for life. 11 under Vespan controll, and only 3 under the United Federation. 
 
 We were outnumbered. 
 
 No matter what we did, we always fought a losing battle. We had to remove the problem from it's source. We located 5 strongholds on VESPA-9, and of those 5, only 1 launches hive ships. We've seen a single Vespan address hoardes of troops, and we've kept track of him. We believe he's either one of the top, or is THE top commander. Either way, he needs to be removed. 
 
 Under the cover of night, not that it mattered to these monsters, we were drop podded in 50 ticks out. A tick is almost equivalant to 1.1km, but is used as a universal measurement. 55km till destination. Equiped with 5 thermo nuclear warheads, 4 clips of ammunition, and a hell of a lot of grenades, we were going in hard for one reason: To die. 
 
 We lost Smith on entry. Stalker managed to follow us halfway through the building before we noticed it was too late. Spike to the neck. Adams fell to fire from stationry turrets, but before he went down he managed to grenade 5 sniper nests, and 2 mounted artilery nests. As primitive as they look, they have the fire power. 
 
 We planted 4 of the 5 warheads storming the stronghold. By the time we reached the centre, it was me and Kemmerton left. While he was planting the last bomb in the centre landing bay, the commander returned. I took fire from the ship and hid for cover. That's then I saw one of those big ones behind Kemms. I lept forward with a pistol and took him down, but not before he put his spike through my skull. That was all I remembered. 
 
 Each piece that came back connected. I remembered. 
 
 `` Only those who die a valliant death are permitted here. You fought well, warrior'' I hear from the tree. I thought I was going insane, but a person emerged from behind the trunk and revealed himself. White wings, huge, opened as he revealed himself. 
 
 `` I thought so. But this is some afterlife you have here, uhh-'' I paused hoping for a name. 
 `` Call me Mars'' he replied, with a slight smile. 
 
 I finally could make the details of the person, I no longer had blurry vision. He was muscly, almost my size. Standing more then 6ft tall, he had a face of a young man, but sounded like he's seen his fair share of fighting. Slight bags under his eyes, and some grey hairs amungst his short red hair. I could n't believe it even if I tried to. 
 
 `` God of war, huh?'' I replied. 
 `` You're well versed in Greek mythology, Thompson'' 
 `` Brian. And yes, everyone who fights in my platoon knows too well the god of war. Riding into battle on horses made of fire, the tactical mind of the ancients, and strength of the gods, Mars will bring ruin to those who dare cross his path.'' 
 
 He paused, and began laughing. 
 
 `` You amuse me with such flattery, human! If only more of you existed!'' he said as he continued to chuckle. 
 
 I stood up, looked around and I saw my rifle on the ground. I must of held on to it before passing, since the rest of my armour made it this far. 
 
 `` So, how did we do? Did I die in vain, or did we accomplish our mission?'' I asked as I reached down and grabbed my rifle. 
 
 `` 60 million life-forms dead, sever damage that can not be repaired to the planet forcing it inhabbitable, and ruptures sent out through to more then 10 billion life-forms of the same likeness. If you call that a success, then yes. You succeeded in completely disabling an entire race of beings, all the while sacrificing yourself so that it can be accomplished. If I were your commander, you and your troops will be nothing short of demi-gods for pulling off what you did'' he smiles as he looks me in the eye. 
 
 `` Huh. 6 people to take down 10 billion. I guess that makes us even'' I said as I shouldered my weapon. 
 
 `` Just the begining, Brian. Your new battle begins today, and I have a feeling that you're going to be a key asset in victory.'' he gestures to the field where the fighting was. Large hordes of people, screaming and classing. 
 
 `` Ragnarok comes for all in their path. Nothing can stop them with the might they yield, and yet you now come here to me. Now, if I was n't the age old god of war that I take myself to be, I would say that you were nothing. But, then again, there are very few people able to criple nations, let-a-lone planets of enemies.'' he slowly walks over to me placing his hand on my shoulder. 
 
 `` So. Shoot bad guys, win fight, then what? Valhalla?'' I ask. 
 `` Valhalla? My friend, your too much for that pitiful place of glorified fist fights. I think you're more inclined to take a seat as a commander in heaven itself. Trust me when I say this, that's more then any human can wish for.'' he replied. 
 
 I thought for a second, looked over to my helmet on the ground, bloody and broken. 
 
 `` Sure, why not. Let's see what plasma does to chainmail. You point, I'll shoot'' I shout as I run towards the battle. 
 
 Mars smiled in the distance as I let loose a flurry of shots into men draped in red. 
 
 `` Welcome to Limbo, my friend'' Mars says to himself, as he turns back to the tree and walks away.
