Unity

Introduction

Faction Symbols (Starting from top left going sideways)
The New Order, The Federated Republic, People's Foundation of the West, Mutant Resistant Forces, The Silverman Assembly, The Gulf of Mexico Oil Rig Alliance

Toby knew what I was getting into when I signed up as a mercenary. Many people would hate me, and many would worship me, and the majority wouldn't even know. Luckily, Toby decided if I was, he would too. He decided that whatever I got into he would support me the best he could. Toby and I were friends since I was little and roaming the streets of DC. Life was considered pretty back then. No one saw the real deal. Toby, with his spiky, black hair knew more then I did. Maybe this was because he had been older then me, I being six and him being eight at the time. To me, we weren't that different, just different looks and background. That was all, our goals were the same.

Not anymore. After all I had seen during my childhood, I even surprised myself when I signed up. I thought I was over it. I even thought Toby was. Through the rest of my childhood, Toby had been like an older brother. He actually knew what he was doing, as oppose to me, who just ran from his family at six and didn't know anything about the real DC. Maybe I wouldn't have ran, maybe I would've. All I know now is that being a mercenary is my new life and payment to keep my house and food running. Toby bought the two of us an apartment when he actually had enough cash, which I think was when he was about sixteen. He paid for the food, water, the stupid bills, everything.

Toby had, let's call it an accident. He overdosed on drugs just a few days ago and was rushed to the hospital. The doctors don't know if he'll make it. I say fuck them and do something to help. And so I did, I decided to do more risky jobs for the factions instead of private companies and crime bosses. Today is August 16th, 2064. Toby is in the hospital and my new life begins today. Hopefully it will last a while before I get shot down or something. And now I just realized, after all these years, that I was running in circles. No matter what I did, it always ended in chaos and someone getting killed. Sometimes I wish life were easier. Toby would like that too, I guess. Then again, though, he always says that "the regular life is boring". But he could always change his mind. Wish I had thought that before I ran from my parents.