The crack in time was growing larger by the second. Alexander was just a cowboy-wannabe, but now he was a soldier in the biggest war in the universe. Good and evil clashing on different battlefields all across time, you never knew where you would end up next. The crack ruptured sending Alex into the past, he landed right in the middle of the time-twisted american revolution in the 1770's. Giant robots, cavemen, Romans, everyone was fighting. Alexander drew his rifle and aimed it at the charging alien beast, it was not friendly at all. He pulled the trigger and it fell. He swiftly turned to see horrified soldiers, both American and British. he needed to blend in, so he picked the coat off of a fallen British soldier. He threw it on over his leather coat. He nudged his hat upwards a little and drew his rifle again. "MOVE!" He shouted to the confused colonial soldiers "No questions! Take arms, we are at war!" The soldiers picked up their rifles, American and British men stood side by side. "Charge them, we must take this area back, shoot at anything that isn't human" Alex shouted. The battle raged on, they were about to charge the last alien platoon when the crack shifted. A building near Alex crumbled, pieces hit him and knocked him out cold, he was sucked into the rift anyways. When he awoke, he felt blood on his face, but he felt something else...metal. It came as a shock at first, but he didn't care, his body had been torn up really bad, his eye was replaced with a mechanical optics terminal, it felt real. He felt various mechanics working to keep him alive inside, he felt enhanced. He picked himself up, he was somewhere in the distant future, maybe the 3200's from the looks of it, he had been healed by an ally medic droid. He was now half robot; cyborg. He looked around, he found a light machine gun, most likely from a soldier of the early 2000s. He looked around, the battle was intense, Alex had just gotten started...