First of all, to whoever is reading this, All I want to say is this.

The events that occurred because of me, and all of the people with me, were brought on by one and only one feeling, Revenge admittedly we wanted to change the world too.

That being said. On December 25, 2015, my time, I somehow ended up in the body of a twelve-year-old. Not only that, but I woke up in a world dominated by women.

At the beginning I did the same thing that anybody in my position would do, I looked for anyone that might be like me, and try to live a normal life. You know second chances, do the things you wish you had when you were younger.

It would be two years after I decided to recreate the SV web page and two others with it, that I finally met people from my earth. Old earth.

How did I meet them? Well, I used things that don't exist here, Pokemon, Dragon Ball, and x men.

A world controlled by women doesn't seem so bad. But people seem to forget that women are just as bad as men and on occasions worse.

In these two years, I suffered beatings, public humiliations, and so forth all from young girls, two grown women. Whenever I tried to defend myself they immediately acted as the victims.

My situation at home was no different my sister an IS pilot in training beat me and treated me as a slave, my new mother. What mother.

That whore only saw me as a bother.

Why is this important you ask, well turns out this was the daily life of men in this world.

One year after the meeting the people from my world did I have enough.

I no longer remember the reason just my rage my hate.

My words were simple, "I'm going to recreate the power armors.' That was it, like usual people argued and even tried to stop me, saying that it would only make things worse.

All of the arguments died down when I said it was just to even the playing field.

1544 People came from old earth all of us in younger bodies.

Why is this significant? Between all of us, we all knew the basic rundown of the SPARTAN, CMC Marine, and the ARS from Vanquish. Too bad we weren't able to build any one of them.

Sky warfare was out of the question they would see us.

So we decided to dominate ground warfare.

At first, we started off easy, simple.

I managed to convince the high school to let me create a boys only club.

Ms. Ramirez God bless her soul let me create it, when she heard my argument that we guys needed a place to relax.

That we didn't have a place to just hang out now in days.

Her words [I understand you boys don't have much freedom these days]

I still can't forgive myself for betraying her trust, but I think deep down she always knew what we were doing.

The clubs name U.N.S.C.

Why did I choose that name simple, most of the people of old earth that went to my school knew that game front and back.

The trouble started almost immediately, a group like this doesn't go unnoticed for long.

But for it to start in the first week, was ridiculous.

The trouble started when we found out that between the eight of us, we had the combined knowledge of three worlds.

Unfortunately, the old earth tech worked with different principals, but little tweaks here and there and it worked just fine.

Halo tech was good, but we soon found out that we lacked the basic underlines of it all.

New earth tech we just didn't know or understand. The forms were the same, but the basics went in another direction.

That was one part of the problem the second, we had bully issues.

Harassment, bullying, and vandalism. All from girls from our schools.

And finally, the last problem tons of applications to join.

We didn't like it, but we needed people who understood how things worked. So when the applications to join arrived, we looked for the ones that would be useful. Fighters, nerd outcast, and most importantly, people who weren't going to rat us out.

We brought in a total of 18 new members to our little group. Did I like it, no, but it was necessary.

At the beginning, it was simple, we compared notes using our web pages, the more delicate stuff would be dealt with in meetings we had in person.

Looking back, those were the only times I enjoyed myself. To make sure what we were doing didn't get out we all swore to secrecy.

Then it came time to start building, I'm not going to lie the first suits were nothing more than parts we got from junkyards, that we put together. Where we did that? Well, people never seem to check on factories after their shutdown.

It wasn't working, nothing was working, We were going to give up and quit when it happened.

One of the little girls we had, checked out her old house where she used to live and found all of her stuff still working.

You see we didn't just wake up in new bodies, we woke up in different areas. Those of us that could immediately went to look for our old houses.

I found mine in a dump my old laptop still had some power when I saw my screensaver and true my family's picture, as the saver I cried I don't know how long I cried. But I do know, it was the night when I left.

Our problems with design, power, and so forth weren't much of a problem anymore. All of a sudden we had access to all we needed from ways to build a cold fusion to how to make mac rounds.

Before we continue, before we go any further I want to say this. To every man, woman, and child that got caught in the crossfire, I'm sorry, I'm sorry it wasn't supposed to be like that, things got out of hand way too quickly.

It happened five days after we built stage three units, you know the kind that actually work. One of the guys younger sister ended up getting involved with one of the neighborhood gangs, and he was going to get her out.

We needed combat data, so he took one of our suits.

The thing is, none of us stopped to think about something, We arrived in a world where the government saw fit to put teenage girls into power armor, and throw them into dangerous situations. Where we have so many insurrections that we are monitored on a weekly base.

Why is this important? You see, his sister was off with an IS candidate. I don't know what happened, but by the reaction they had, he left an impression alright.

Looking back if a whole bunch of people start acting strange, all of a sudden websites start springing up, yea, someone was bound to notice us.

The ''Three Days of Terror they called it, you see up to this point I honestly believed that my group was the only one building power armors, and we had trouble controlling them, boy was I wrong.

Why did they name it ''Three Days of Terror''? Simple, Three days of nonstop home invasions, suicide bombings, and city warfare.

And it all started when two Velocity Slide Ground Units successfully held off ten Is units, until reinforcements arrived to help them.

I still remember it like it was yesterday.

Keep in mind up to this point we were only working with cameras, radios, and only a handful of recording devices. The reason for that was that we couldn't let the signals be tracked, to make up for that those suits recorded everything from air pressure, to how much your body was strained.

So yeah the warning came late, all of a sudden the school was surrounded by swat teams, a couple of Is units. Our club room was raided, we lost our suits, and all of us were rounded up without much effort.

They taunted us of how stupid we were, of how we would get the chair, and so on. The thing is, not all of us were signed in as club members, one of the few girls we had was wearing her suit. You got to love pocket space.

Heavy, Tank, Unit or [H, L, T] one shot was enough to buy us time. They were caught completely off guard, you got to thank Iron Man for that quick armor trick.

Heavy Knight UNIT, High-Speed Grapple Unit, and a whole lot of drones. Each one of us had a lightsaber, a sidearm, kinetic shields and hard light shields, capable of taking up to fifty armor piercing rounds. Too bad the Is delivered those by the hundreds.

The school became a war zone, it was impossible to move in. We turned left, we were assaulted by the swat team, we turned right the dam Is, while trying not to hit the students. All of this while we held our ground, and waited for our guys to wipe the computers clean, and send the warning to the other groups.

So yeah, for five minutes we were on the defense, when the word was given the tables turned.

Turning left laser fire hit my face, I silently thanked God for my shields. We had to move in a small hallway, we couldn't just blast out of the building, we would lose any hope of losing those dam Is.

All of sudden a flurry of gunfire shot right through the wall next to me, the Swat team was on us. They didn't care they were outmatched against us, they had a job to do and they were going to do it, regardless of what happened.

Our drones were in the air distracting two of the three Is that came to arrest us. One always stayed ground level, keeping track of what it could, another stayed away receiving combat data, the rest gave a good fight. But they were dropping like flies.

We lost track of the last Is, but there was no doubt in my mind that it was somewhere in the building. We had split up, each one of us was in charge of retrieving our members that didn't get caught.

H. L. T would take the second and third floors, High-Speed Grappler would take the Gym and the track field, and I would take the ground floor, provide cover for who needed it, and keep our guys safe.

I didn't want to hurt them, but I had no choice, it was them or us. I chose us they had to die, my side arms were interchangeable, so I switched from a standard two armor piercing rounds, all I can say it was fast, and it only took an instant.

All of a sudden there was a loud explosion outside one of the Is had been grounded the drones were doing their job. Suddenly the wall next to me exploded, standing where the wall used to be, was a cheetah with a machine gun on its back stood.

It was one of our ground drones [Sir, we have gems, Sir, I repeat, we have gems] it said. I couldn't believe my ears gems, was the word we gave to someone who managed to fight the Is while there were flying.

[Sir they're requesting back up there under heavy fire ]

That moment I made my decision, and I'll live with it, wondering if I made the right call. I can still remember those words.

All available units we have gems, I repeat, we have gems. Get them back.

Did I make the right choice, I will probably never know.

A lot can happen in a day, we started that day like any other day. Woke up, went to school, got picked on, and worked on our armor projects. So how the hell did this happen?

[All available units we have gems, I repeat, we have gems.] In moments dozens of energy spikes could be picked up, hiding was meaningless now. Three IS units, a small Police Swat Team, v's thirty-two people, wearing power armor, and half a dozen drones.

Hiding was meaningless now, if they weren't scared before, they were now.

In mere seconds after I said that, [ Tataratatarata ] the entire school was bathed in auto gunfire, and laser blast. The IS flew higher escaping or assault, the Swat team wasn't as capable. By this time the school was almost completely evacuated, but there were still kids in it dammit. We were careful not to hit any of them, I guess either they didn't see them up there or they just plain didn't care.

Laser fire rained from the sky, we responded in full, but to many people were getting caught in the crossfire, I was going to call the retreat when all of sudden I heard a loud crash.

High-Speed Grappler lay dying. His armor torn to shreds, looking back, I can still remember that boy's broken body lying there. Hovering just above him a black with white striped IS. This one was different, we couldn't win, not without suffering serious losses.

I called the retreat, It was time for Heavy Tank to show how good her acting was. We all got in a protective circle, around her, while she held up two glowing tubes.

[ Don't come any closer, I'll do it, ] she screamed, When one of them got close enough, she smashed them together and in an instant, we were gone. Instant pocket space, that's what they wore for, useful in tight situations, anyone with the tubes can get in, out with as many people as necessary.

I wonder what their faces looked like.

Instant teleportation, if you want to call it that, we ended up in one of the factories. Thankfully they hadn't been raided yet, we.

We changed our damaged parts, and got ready for the fight we had to go in to. However, we didn't have any doctors, so for the third time that day I made a hard decision. You have no idea how horrible it is to tell people to just stand there and watch one of their own scream in agony, and then just leave.

My decision was simple half of us would get those guys out of there, the other half would retrieve any members left in the city, along with any medicine and doctors we could get.

Easier said than done.

The city was a war zone, we kept our armors in pocket space so we could slip in without being noticed. Police, Military, shooting at something. Two Infinite Stratos flew past us, the show was on and this showed us how we didn't know what we were going into.

All of a sudden something shot right past us, it was our target. Sliding passed us, at a speed I couldn't imagine. These guys were the real deal, all of a sudden I heard the sounds of windows breaking, one of them was doing a Ghost Rider imitation, riding up a building.

Suddenly the guy jumps into the air, does a backflip, like if time stood still, he gets close to one of the IS and shoot her at point blank. He twists referring another burst from his busters, closing in on the second one, his partner kept the ground troops busy. These guys were good.

It was time for us to step in, now or never I gave the signal, the energy from our armors appearing no doubt attracting attention. We fired at the troops it didn't matter if they were people doing their job right now they were the enemy. It didn't take long, one of the IS did the same thing the others did at the school, she fired from the air, good thing we picked up some upgrades. They didn't even scratch our shields, payback time.

We returned fire. one of ours hit, I don't know if she was already weakened or if our upgrades were that good, but her shields field and she was grounded, but alive.

Our Gems were headed towards us when a blast struck the ground between us, it was that damn black and white striped IS. I launched myself at her, kind of poetic Iron knight vs. Steel Val Kyrie. Plasma sword vs. lightsaber, her fist struck my shields, they failed, and my helmet flew, For some reason she stopped, I struck as hard as I could.

When her helmet broke, I couldn't believe my eyes it was my sister the one who broke Grappler was my sister. I heard the others call me, I kicked her, I can still hear her screaming why.

Its been four day's sins, then, and there's still fighting going on, as long as nothing major happens and we get all our guys together, all we have to do is lie low for a while. Then wheel make some more noise.

End of entry, Heavy Knight is sighing out.

Pant, pant, gasp, Sir, come quick! What happened? ITS ALL OVER THE NEWS! TV [ This footage was uploaded when they were attending the Navies boat show. We can see two Infinite Stratos pursuing what appears to be a water IS unit, when all of a sudden.

One of the US ships opens fire if you listen closely [Long live The Fifth Column!] The IS return fire, gracing the remaining ships, which in turn respond returning fire. You can see the water IS, jump into the air and bring both pursuing IS into the water drowning them.

END OF INTRODUCTIONS; ACT ONE THE REVOLUTION

The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.

Act one Revolution

All of the sound in the room disappeared, everything was suddenly quiet. Anyone that has had someone they cared a bought die, gets what I'm saying. You expect to see that person walk into the room and say that everyone made a mistake.

So you wait, and you wait, and you wait, then it hits you. That's what happened to me.

These last four days, we've been moving, getting our people together, without a moment's rest. None of this had really sunk in. Holy shit I just started a war.

I have a room full of people, who I brought into something, something I don't know if I can finish. What the hell am I supposed to do? Everyone's looking at me, they want to know what they're supposed to doe.

[TK] ''Sir we just we just checked every news station, their blaming the attack on us. ''

I suddenly thought [ thank you ] The man had tan skin, brown eyes, short black hair, he was dressed in a basic military close, camouflage pants, shirt, black boots. the kind that you see in the school, military groups. In fact there was a whole group of them, both boys and girls.

Get in contact with everyone, get ready to move it won't be long until someone finds us. Has lance woken up? I want to know what the hell happened with his sister. It might give us an idea who was responsible for this. Go.

[TK] ''Sir !'' He runs off.

Michael, I want you to get everyone from our old group, I don't care what they're doing if its important leave them. We got to get this in line now.

[Michael] '' Alright I' on it.''

Michael, he was one of the first one, to jump on board, when I decided to start this. Just like me, he's from Old Earth. African American, the guys built like a tank, his fist is the size of my head. He's as smart as he is big, he's the one that did most of the math, on the first armors we built. He never did say what he was, or what he did in Old Earth. That's fine by me, he's a good guy.

Okay, what now? What the hell do I do now? I got a warehouse full of people, some of them are wearing their armors, or repairing them, most people here don't know how to use a gun, or are injured in bed. Dam.

One step at a time, what would he due?

Get the missing people together, check and ongoing. Get ready to move, check, Make the next step. So how do I do that?

[TK] ''Sir, we just contacted the other groups, most that have responded say they don't know about the attack or their moving to the safe zones. The others are still missing.''

Thank you. I haven't seen you before, so who are you?

[TK]'' Sir, my name Tacaro Kamaro, but people call me TK. I was from the Saint James Private School. So it would be hard for us to meet before, sir.''

Get your squad together, I have a job for you.

[TK] Sir! [ He leaves]

What the hell is a rich kid doing here? I gotta get to the hospital area. Just like the day before, and the day before, that kid is still lying there. What the hell did they do to this kid. In a coma for four days, what the hell happened that day?

[Michael] '' There you are. I found who I could, but there's only three of us, including you. Everyone else is out bringing other people, or supplies in. ''

So that's just Me, you, and someone else?

[Michael] No you idiot. With you its four people. They're all waiting for you, in the main hull.

Standing in front of me, were the only people I knew from Old Earth. Tia, The girl has an unhealthy obsession with the color pink. I mean pink headband, white undershirt, pink shorts, like some Naruto rip off.

She's one of the nicest people I've ever met, but she's hard headed and is quick to start a fight. The girl once beat up a cheerleader for throwing food at us.

According to her, she left a three-day-old baby behind on Old Earth, but she knows her husband would take good care of her.

When I heard her story it really sank in what some people lost. Next to her was James, scrawny guy but one hell of a sniper. He's one of the few that rejected wearing an armor, something about messing with his instincts.

He's probably one of the few real soldiers we have. According to him, the last thing he remembers is a bullet to the head before waking up here.

Okay show time