Secret Air Service

The SAS existed over an century, it was the brainchild of David Stirling. formed in the bloody days of the second world war, it has grown to be the best elite unit the world has ever seen.

Now the english legacy is crumbling and England is at the point of being invaded by the Chinese Empire, that regained power after it was lost in the 1920's. The Chinese Empire, starter of the 3rd world war, has become the biggest most powerful and most advanced empire that mankind ever produced. They as former communists have signed a treaty with Russia, North Korea and Cuba. This alliance, also known as the Red Alliance has declared war upon the world.

Most countries immediately surrendered to their combined might, wich led to the supremacy of the Red Alliance in Europe, Africa, Asia, South America and Australia. Only the united states and England refused to surrender, this way they started what seemed to be an lost struggle for freedom. The Red Alliance gave the USA and the UK an ultimatum. Their goverments have to decide wich path they're going to walk on, that of suppression or of war.


It was a rainy day and the sky was heavily clouded, a normal day in London.
the day had already started for 3 hours, when Roger Jenkings woke up. He was a strong and healthy young man. This day would be a memorable day in his young life. today he would enlist for the army, yesterday was his 18th birthday so he was legally allowed to join the corps.

'Roger honey, breakfast is ready,'his mom shouted when she heard him coming down the stairs.'exactly the way you like it.'
'with hot bacon' I asked.
'Yes honey, with hot bacon and eggs, becuz you're 18.'

he rapidly sat down on a chair, pulled his plate towards him and started to eat like he hadn't ate in months. His mom watched him eat with a big smile. she was so proud of her son, it even made her cry sometimes. He was just like his father, tall and strong, with blond curly hair and, brown eyes. the eyes were from his mom, everyone said. the rest was from his father.

'have you had enough, honey or should i bake some more'
'no mom, i've had enough'

and he rapidly went up the stairs to his room. up in his room he pulled his jacked out of the closet, and stormed downstairs again.

'where are you going, Roger'
'i'm going to Elliot, mom. don't worry'
'but...'

He had already left the house, leaving his ashtonished (sp?) mom behind.

more another day guys.