The Energon Pub

Private Aaron Cooper had seen nine years of war. Nine years of defeat nine years of evacuation of civilians, futile stands, and retreats. No one knows were the enemy came from, just where it started in the hills of Argentina. They swept through South and North America before crossing into Asia. It took them six years to finally beat their way into europe and Africa. Now only small pockets of humanity are left.

So here we find Aaron standing in his trench shaking with prebattle jitters. He can hear them coming now, intel says there are four hundred thousand of them. Ten minutes pass and he can see them now a vast blue stain on the plains in front of Hamburg. as one they let out a terrifying war cry.......COOKIE!!!!!!!!!!!






So anyone want to add another "chapter" feel free to.

Silence fell over them, almost deafening in its abruptness.

"...The hell did you just say, soldier?" Asked his commanding officer, Colonel Wilkins. Cooper looked around to see all eyes had fallen on him. The battle seemed to be a footnote.

"I said..." Cooper nervously cleared his throat, "...cookie..." His voice sounded as if it came from a man half his size.

"Why?"

"It just...seemed appropriate," Cooper was so sheepish he swore he was about to be shaved and turned into a sweater. "Because...they kind of look like cookie monster, you know?"

Wilkins rubbed his nose. "Son, if we weren't so shorthanded after all this, you know you'd be a shoe-in for a section 8, right?"

"Sorry, sir, it won't happen again." Cooper trained his rifle back on the massive army ahead of them.