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// A new Home 
// Story: America Rising 
// by Nothing2007 
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There should be no sound in the deep space echos. Still, there was. A fleet of spacecraft transporting the United Republic soldiers' survivors was traversing it. They were not, however, people.

Pups, they were.

They had defeated mankind in a protracted, bloody conflict, but they had lost the Earth.

Brine Atlantis Hunter watch the hologram in his room. It showed what the Earth look like before the war, then it flashed to what it look now, a burning, destroyed, radioactive Earth.

He had to leave his room to fetch some food since he couldn't take it any longer and was hungry. His thoughts wandered back to the conflicts he had participated in during the closing stages of the Great War as he made his way to the dining hall on the U.R.S. Enterprise.

Houston, Texas, August 24, 2032, two years ago. Recuse down bomber crews is the mission:

"Cover up!" 

That was all he could make out as a huge explosion rocked the adjoining structure and tore it away from its base. It could no longer stand after receiving a severe hammering from the artillery bombardment a few hours prior.

Pieces of steel and concrete fell over his squad as the structure slowly collapsed. The remainder of his crew sought refuge in a shockingly intact structure as he remembered shouting, "Run!"

Brine said as he hurried out of the building, followed by the rest of his group, "We need to get to the Bomber now!"

The group of puppies, who are just in their adolescent years, dash through a blazing courtyard that is filled with both human and animal bodies, getting their medic unwell in the process.

Their doctor said, "I'm going to lose my lunch." He soon stopped talking as one of his squad members gave him the evil eye as they started to run.

Finally, they are able to locate the downed bomber jet after what seems like an eternity. But it was clear from a first glance that nobody had survived the collision.

The plane's structure was a complete jumble, shredded and twisted in all directions. It could not have been a B-52 bomber. Brine peered around the ruin and deduced that more missiles than were required to bring it down must have been launched by the adversary. likely to also kill the crew.

He abruptly heard a sound he was too familiar with. As a missile impacted a few feet away from him, killing his squad and sending him flying into a destroyed automobile, he instantly turned back.

He sprang to his feet as soon as possible, grabbed his M4 Carbine Assault Rifle, and ran for safety behind the automobile. He observed what he knew to be as he looked about the vehicle. They were seeking for him and were in an M3 Bradley with Human soldiers.

To kill him.

He was terrified, but he was also determined to exact revenge on those who had killed his unit. He loaded his gun, put on a bold look, and charged in, letting his gun do the talking.

The troops started to fall off one by one, but sadly, the M3 Bradley didn't, and it proceeded to fire its machine gun at him, forcing him to hide.

"I need air support right now!" As the machine gun fire grew louder and drew nearer to Brine, as he shouted over his radio.

Three enormous explosions erupted abruptly from behind the automobile he was sheltering behind. The M3 Bradley was smashed into scarp metal by three F-35 Lighting 2 aircraft.

"Fuck the Humans!" One of the pilots said as the group took off to assist another team, which Brine overheard. A Black Hawk abruptly touched down nearby.

The soldier said, "Come on Sergeant, we've got to get out of here!" "Houston is down."

He ran to the aircraft and boarded it since he had nothing to lose. The Rocky Mountains, close to Denver, were the destination that the Black Hawk took off for Base Alpha. It was their sole significant base and well-shrouded from humanity.

Brine watched Houston burn from the air as fierce battle continued to rage within the city as they urgently tried to evacuate the inhabitants to Denver.

"Er, Brine? Brine?!"

Brine awoke from his reverie to see Verner jolting him out of it. "You've been waiting outside for an hour; how are things?

"Simply recollections", Brine said while shaking his head. "Let's go get something to eat, I'm starving." The war's blasts are still fresh in his memories as the two of them make their way inside the mess hall.

….

Verner wasn't anywhere to be found, but he didn't care. Brine stated as he approached his father, Chase, "He's probably off with the rest of his buddies."

Upholding his father's reputation was challenging. His father was Chase William Hunter, who served as the President of the United Republic as well as the team captain of the former Paw Patrol and led the resistance to triumph. 

When he considered them, he recoiled. They had experienced a great deal. Back in 2022, when the conflict first started, they were there at the front lines. The pup race would be doomed if they had passed away back then.

But he was pleased with both his father and himself. Your kid, who was only around 6 years old, shot his first opponent who was attempting to kill his father; such an event did not occur every day.

He walked for a while before reaching the cabin. This was the location aboard the U.R.S. Enterprise that was in charge of watching over the carrier's flight deck, which was now deserted.

Breathing deeply, Brine pushes open the door and enters, the door closing behind him.

The ship's control center was essentially the Cabin. Electronics and the most cutting-edge computers are everywhere, ready for use. While peering out into the vastness of Space, Chase was standing at the glass with his senior Scientist.

Brine called out, "Hey Dad," to his father. Chase remarked, "Hello Brine," as they hugged. Brine inquires, "What's the issue," when Tech, the lead scientist, approaches.

Chase grinned and added, "The reason why we summoned you here is because we have a task for you. He was aware that Brine was growing restless on board. He desired movement. He was an excellent soldier because of that.

Brine inquires, "What kind of mission?" as Tech uses a hologram to show him a planet that remarkably resembles Earth.

The sight of it shocked Brine. "Did you guys truly say that?" Before he could continue, Chase interrupted him. "Yes, indeed, we did."

Brine asks, "Is it habitable?" "Yep," said Tech. "It's really livable. There are no indicators of industrial machinery or pollution of any kind.  It is ideal for us.
Brine shed a few tears because he was so thrilled. They would genuinely have had a house once more. One is unharmed by Humans who are trying to murder them all. Home is one of them.

Brine said, returning to a serious expression, "When will we arrive?" "We'll be here tomorrow," Tech promised. "Exploration is the focus of your goal. Three submarines, two of the Ohio Class, will be dropped into the water tomorrow. A few others will also be dropped off on the coast so you may explore the area.

"Yes, sir," Brine said. Then, because tomorrow is going to be hectic, you should probably get some sleep. Brine shook his head in agreement and walked out. Tech made the decision to voice his lone worry.

Tech asked, "Mr. President?" "Are you certain they won't try to kill us if there is life on this planet?"

That's all I can hope for, adds Chase, "I hope not."