Thunderclaps smacked across the landscape and the occasional flash of lightning threatened to expose the crawling trooper. "Fuckin' A..!" the man mentally cursed as he pulled himself across a fallen log. It had taken him 45 minutes just to get up the hill. He was way behind the schedule and he knew it. Fourth Delta was moving in and he was not in position. The unexpected bandit camp he encountered had cost him valuable time and put him behind the eight ball. His squad was on the move and had no overwatch...
Five minutes later, he reached his assigned spot and laid his rifle upon the soaking wet ground. A quick look through the scope confirmed his worst expectations... Fourth Delta was engaging the enemy and he was too late. Biker and Dragon both were engaged in hand to hand with the sentries. Djinfyre, with blade in hand, moved in to assist his squad leader. "Get him Jeannie.." the soldier thought as he scanned the area. It didn't take long for the two of them to made short work of the poor bastard.
Biker had his situation under control as well..wrapping his arm around his targets throat, he slide his blade deep within the bandits vital parts. The man twitched several time before finally passing on to the great beyond. "Jesus tits Margret..!" the man thought as he spotted the Blaster upon the roof. His first target moved to the railing and pulled the rpg he carried up to his shoulder. CRACK... sounded across the battlefield momentarily before the enemy executed a half flip across the railing and fell to the ground. "About time.." quipped Biker as he moved to his next target.
A second blaster ran across the platform and started to draw a beed upon Dragon and Djinfyre. "Not today bitch!" muttered the sniper as he sent a round down range. "Damn, I love my job!".. the man thought immediately after the tangos head exploded. "Glad to see you decide to join the fight!" Dragon said. "Sorry boss.. was on a soda run!.."Brutus replied.
"Pa...rade... rest!" Optio Campbell yelled. The officers voice carried across the tarmac. He did not need the comms each legionnaire carried within their helmet to get his message across. Each of the men and women of the 4th fell into the ordered position as one. "Here we go.." Brutus thought as he started scrolling through his heads up display, looking for something to pass the painful time away. "Oh my god.. Romanian polka.. no fuckin' way..." he thought as he continued to scroll down through the different channels available to him.
As normal, he ended up queuing KTAM up for his easy listening pleasure. DJ Beck was re-rolling last nights show.. starting with Jenkins first request and dogging Brutus as he did so. "I have a feeling I'm about to start something here but who gives a fuck?! I'm hangin' with the 47th tonight and I gotta tell you.. these boys and girls have lost their minds. I don't know what it is with this bunch but I'm letting it wave to all you for your enjoyment!" the broadcaster panned as a funky beat started building in the background. "Oh my godddd!" the trooper thought.
Instantly he was interrupted with "MaxBrutus.. this one goes out to you.. Some hot chick with a dudes name called this one in on you...Leroy Jenkins just wanted you to know..." The voice trailed off as the music picked up...
"You can't touch this..
You can't touch this
You can't touch this..."
Brutus started rolling through the tunes he had loaded into his ego implant. Quickly he cut the list down to ten then five.. "Oh no she didn't..." the man thought as he cut the list once again. Tossing an IM to Beck, Brutus chuckled as he waited for "Crazy Bitch" to play.
"Fourth Delta.. present arms!" sounded across the platoon channel. Brutus snapped to attention as the Legion officers began their inspection, From one trooper to the next, the inspection continued down the line. Dragon stepped before Brutus and wasted no time taking the mans weapon from him. Turning the weapons port to face its owner, Dragon grabbed the rifles slide and dropped it back, ejecting a live round which bounced off Brutus chest plate The squad leader bellied up to the trooper and began chewing his ass out for having live ammo loaded during an inspection. One of the other NCOs stepped forward and placed a hand upon Dragons shoulder. What ever conversation occurred between the section leaders was done on a private channel, leaving only dead air for the rest of the platoon to listen to.
Shoving the weapon back, Dragon again stepped closer to the trooper.. Almost helmet to helmet, neither of the men moved for several moments. finally Brutus broadcasted "Sir, yes sir!" As the inspection continued, the collected NCOs moved down the line. The one which had interceded upon his behalf reached out and pulled the weapon away from the soldier and slung it over her shoulder. "Be a good boy and you can get this back later.." He did not need to look at the name printed upon the other soldiers armor to know that it would read "Jenkins".
The Bug 'n' Chug was in full swing with tunes blaring across the hills and booze flowing freely. Fourth Delta was in the house and raising hell. "Biker.. you suck!" Brutus yelled at his friend before bursting into a drunken cackle. "That's Duplicarian Biker to you." the man slurred. After a slight pause he tossed in "Bitch!" before breaking into laughter himself. "Oh my god! Fourth Delta will never be the same.. the top hat is gone!" Brutus bellowed back in pretend lamentation. "What the fuck will I aim at now!" The two troopers both laughed like the drunk bastards they were.
Neither of them noticed the Irathient waitress or Dragonsoul closing on their table. The female place her hand upon Brutus' shoulder. When he turned his head and looked up, he yelled "Kaylissin!" before wrapping an arm around the young womans waist. As the female alien let him pull her closer, the man slid his hand lower and cupped her ass just as Dragonsoul reached their table. "That might get you a sexual harassment charge Brutus." the troopers squad leader stated as he pulled up a chair. "Oh it's sexual alright." Kaylissin said with a smirk upon her face. "Just ask him in the morning which one of us got harassed."
"Hey Kayliss.. I wanna know something." Biker blurted. "Does his face paint turn you on?" the man asked, referring to the skull Brutus habitually wore upon his face. The woman pulled Brutus' sunglasses from atop his ball cap and placed them upon her face. "Hell no. If he'd take that shtako off, I'd do him in about 2.5 seconds." she retorted before pulling away and heading off to replenish their drinks. The three Legionaries once again laughed their asses off, knowing good and well that the woman would once again be rocking Brutus' world that night.
Well the time has come, Bealin's platoon has received their orders and will be shipping out in the morning. This will be the unit's first mission and one Bealin will have a very hard time trying to forget.
Army intelligence received intel on a high priority target, a very high ranking official has been kidnapped and is being held hostage in a remote location in Afghanistan. Bealin's unit is to extract the target, and eliminate all hostiles on site. Stealth is a major factor in this mission, if any alarms are raised they may kill the target before extraction. This will be a night time raid, with night vision being utilized, as well as weapon suppressors in case firearms are required. The unit will be dropped a few miles from the location and will proceed on foot. There is no information about what to expect at this compound, the number of hostiles is unknown and the exact location of the target is unknown. Once the unit has located and secured the target they will be able to call in gunship support for extraction.
0500 hits and the unit starts to prepare for their first mission, none of them knowing what it will be or where they are going. As they will not be given any details until they are en route to the mission objective. So the unit preps all their gear and heads out to the plane for deployment. While flying to Afghanistan the unit is briefed on their orders and what is required of them for this missions success. They are given some rough schematics of the compounds infrastructure to plan their approach and discuss options. Army intelligence has offered up the best possible locations they are holding the target, so these will be the first areas to check.
The unit arrives in Afghanistan at the army HQ base, from here they will be escorted to their drop off location with helicopters, the extraction gunships will be prepped and ready for the call, they will escort to the drop location where they will wait for extraction orders. The unit has 5 hours until the mission begins, they will use this time to work out any further mission details and ease any concerns unit members have.
The mission begins at 0100....
The team assembles and gets on the chopper ready for mission deployment, the time is 0100, and the choppers are on their way to the drop zone. En route to the drop location the team looks at each other, reassuring themselves and their brothers in arms that they are ready for whatever comes. An hour later they arrive at the drop location, the choppers land and the team departs towards their mission objective. The choppers will remain at this location until they receive the extraction order from the team.
The team has now reached the compound, a well fortified stone fortress, surrounded by very high stone walls, and made up of stone carved structures, which make it difficult to penetrate with satellites to detect heat signatures. The team carefully planning their route now with the hostiles they can see. There are 2 guards at the entrance, 2 of the team members will get into position near the entrance to remove the bodies of the 2 guards, while the other 2 team members take them out from a distance. The team makes their way into the compound and approaches the nearest building, from here they will proceed indoors to their first objective. They need to get to the communications room and disable their systems, this way no alarms can be set off. As the team makes its way through the structures towards the communications room they encounter no resistance, a strange sensation goes through Bealin's stomach, like a bad gut feeling that something isn't right. The team arrives at the comm room only to find it has already been cleared out or moved, "something is definitely wrong here", Bealin replies. Then they hear a voice coming from a megaphone in the compound square, "Hello American Soldiers, I know you are here and I have what your looking for. But if you want him alive you will have to surrender to us." The team begins to panic, as this is their first mission and nobody had planned for this scenario. This group knew they were coming, how could they have known. The team quietly makes their way to a window to see what is going on in the square. The hostage is on his knees in front of the man with the megaphone, who is surrounded by several dozen well armed men. Bealin says to the team, "That one with the megaphone looks quite odd, I've never seen anyone like that, silver/white long hair, very pale skin, and those clothes, like nothing I've ever seen before." The man with the megaphone then speaks again, "Since you have come all this way for this, useless excuse for a human being, let me make this much easier......*pulls out a shiny metal handle, which then produces a very bright glowing blue like blade of some sort*, for me that is.....*then slices off the hostages head*, ha ha ha ha!!, now FIND THEM and KILL THEM ALL!" The few dozen well armed men then start screaming and running towards all the buildings in search of the team.
"What the fuck was that!", says one of the team.
"I ain't ever seen shit like that before, who the hell is this guy?!", says another.
Bealin replies, "Shit he just killed our objective, we need to get the fuck out of here, call in the gunships immediately!"
The radioman tries to contact the gunships, but receives no response, either the transmission is being jammed, or they are no longer there. "No go sir, I can't contact them, we are on our own".
Bealin replies, "Move out men, head back the way we came in, kill anything that moves, go go go!"
The team then begins to make their way back the way they came in, coming into contact with hostiles at every turn. All of a sudden the team is under fire from behind, Bealin yells, "Take cover!", the team splits off left and right, however the man taking up the rear never moves, he was killed as soon as the first shots came in from the rear. The team is now under heavy fire on two fronts, seemingly trapped in their current location. Bealin then orders the two men on the right side, "Each of you take a grenade out, throw 1 in each direction, after the boom we head out the way we were going, on 3.....3,2,1, go go go!" The two men toss their grenades, wait for the boom, then the first man heads out, followed by Bealin, then the 3rd man. They make it a few rooms closer to the buildings exit, which is then a good 30 feet from the only way in or out of the compound. The first man peeks out the door really quick to scout the area, just as he pulls himself back in a grenade lands at his feet, he yells "Grenade! and jumps on it to protect the other 2 men, *BOOM!*", Bealin yells, "Pull back this way is blocked, we gotta find another way out!", as they pull back Bealin toss's a grenade back at the entrance to collapse it and prevent anyone from coming in the way. They head back to the next room, and just as they enter they are hit with a volley of bullets from the adjacent doorway. The man in front of Bealin is hit and falls back onto Bealin pinning him on the ground. Bealin's sees the men approaching, feels up to his dead comrades chest, grabs a grenade, pulls the pin and toss's it towards the approaching men, *BOOM!*. he rolls his dead team mate off of him, gets back to his feet, checks his ammo, grabs the clips and remaining grenades from his now dead friends corpse. Then says to himself, "I need to get to high ground, and possibly scale this damn wall to get out of here". Bealin then begins to look for the nearest roof access, he heads back to the comm room, there must be a ladder to the roof there for antenna access. Once Bealin gets to the comm room, he see's this pale man with the glowing blue blade standing there, as if he expected him to show up. Without any hesitation the pale man lunges towards Bealin, swinging the blue blade from above his head, Bealin reacts and puts his rifle in front as if to block it, the blade slices right through the gun like it was nothing. Bealin then quickly grabs his sidearm, and puts a few rounds into the pale man's chest as he falls back onto the ground. The pale man falls onto his knees, struggling to speak or stand. Bealin gets up and approaches him, then says "Who are you? What are you? Why did you do this?", the pale man simply replies, "I am only the beginning, for the end is on its way". He then starts to laugh as he falls over and dies. Bealin then makes a break for the ladder to the roof, gets out on the roof, then scales the large stone wall to get out of the compound. Where he then proceeds to make his way back to the landing zone in hopes of extraction.
Once Bealin arrives at the landing zone all he finds is what used to be 3 choppers, in nothing but smoking piles of ash, he replies, "This was a setup from the get go, I will find out who did this, and they will pay!".
It all goes back to his earliest memories, long before the great Arkâ€™s ever arrived. It was like any other ordinary day for a young boy. Wake up, mom is making breakfast and helps Bealin off to school. But this would turn out to be one day of school that Bealin would never forget. During second recess all of Bealinâ€™s friends decided they no longer wanted to be his friend, and they surrounded him with the intention of beating him up. Bealin was just standing there, in the middle of this circle not sure what was going to happen. Then one of the kids came from behind and knocked Bealin down on to his hands and knees, and held him there by laying on his back. Then another kid from in front started coming towards Bealin motioning that he was going to kick him in the face while he is down on his hands and knees. It was these split seconds before impact when something deep inside took over, some might just say it was adrenaline, but Bealin knew this was something else, something deeper, something more frightening. In this moment Bealin caught the foot of the attacker, placed one hand behind the heel, and the other pushed on the knee to knock him down. Then reached back and grabbed the kid on his back and threw him off. The moment Bealin stood up the other kids knew they made a huge mistake and all ran off. The boy that got thrown off Bealinâ€™s back however only managed to get up on his knees, when Bealin began kicking the boy in the back over and over again, and after the seventh kick Bealin was able to regain control of himself and stopped kicking the boy. Now Breathing very heavily, with a feeling of such rage and strength, trying to determine what just happened, Bealin quietly walked away realizing any friends he may have had are now gone. This was the first time Bealin truly felt alone in the world, but it was also the first time that his inner darkness has ever surfaced.
It has been 8 years since the incident that brought something out in Bealin, he is 18 now and legally old enough to make some serious decisions for himself. Bealin finds himself standing outside of the army recruiting office, trying to decide if he should go in. He feels the army could provide him more control over himself, give him more confidence and provide him with the skills needed to keep the darkness at bay. After about an hour outside, a recruiting officer steps out and motions Bealin to come on in and talk. Bealin decides to go in and talk to the officer, perhaps this can help him decide what to do.
Recruiting Officer: â€œSo I have been watching you standing out there for the last hour, looks like youâ€™re putting some serious thought into joining up.â€
Bealin: â€œYes, it is not an easy choice to make. I am an only child and it would not be easy leaving my mother all by herself. My father passed away when I was very young, he died of cancer. So on one hand I feel it would be very good for me to enlist, however it may also be too much for my mother to bare.â€
Recruiting Officer: â€œWell there is no reason for you to make this decision yourself, why not discuss it with your mother first?â€
Bealin: â€œBecause I am afraid she wonâ€™t want me to do it, even though it can really help me.â€
Recruiting Officer: â€œI will tell you what, donâ€™t make any decisions right away. I will give you some reading material and a DVD to watch, take these home, go over them, decide whether or not you want to include your mother in this decision and come back when youâ€™re ready.â€
Bealin: â€œThanks, I will do that, I appreciate the advice. I will see you in a few days with a decision.â€
Recruiting Office: â€œTake care.â€
Well it is clear Bealin has some serious thinking to do, especially towards including his mother in this major decision. He takes all the material home and starts to read through it all. After he is done with all of the reading he looks at the DVD, then decides to talk to his mother about it, and watch the DVD with her. So they sit down and watch it together, then begin to discuss what he wants to gain out of doing this. Bealin explains everything to her as best he can, trying not to include the parts about the inner darkness he is hoping to keep hidden. His mother understands how itâ€™s been hard for him growing up without a father around, and even though he does not require it, she gives him her consent to sign up, if this is what he truly wishes to do.
2 Days later Bealin finds himself back at the recruiterâ€™s office, ready to sign up. The recruiter welcomes Bealin back and asks him if he has made a decision. Bealin tells him that his mother and he have both agreed this would be a good thing for him. So the recruiter begins the process and gets Bealin all registered up with the army. The next round of boot camp will begin in 3 weeks, so Bealin has until then to get everything at home in order before he is shipped off to boot camp.
DATE 2027 12 17
Subject 1015729 (AKA Soul) has shown vast improvement in strength, speed, and knowledge pasting most tests put in front of him subject works best in a team and always tries to take the lead on all the tests that are team based. I am starting to fear that some of the other subjects are wanting to kill Soul for he has gone up a rank in his first two weeks. We have made him a fire team leader and his team has been one of the best we have had thus far they have had the fewest fights in the group and they past most tests with 80% or better.
DATE 2027 12 24
Subject 1015729 AKA Soul and his plt. has escaped but almost all were killed we have found that subjects 1025784 AKA Gunner, 158463 AKA Eagle Eye, 1589364 AKA Legion and of corse subject 1015729 soul did as well are not accounted for. The government is shutting us down for the loss of subjects during this weeks events. There was 4 plts. that tried before subject 1015729â€™s but all where eather guned down or didn't even try for the fear of death.
"Carian Spurius, was SIGINT able to dig up the personnel files and home-of-record information on the joes I requested?"
"Roger that, sir. I've already e-mailed'em over to you."
"Roger, carian. How many do we have here now?"
After a small delay, "Ahhh, just one, sir."
Max swiveled his rusty office chair around. His computer had gone to sleep and required some random interaction to wake up. He tapped the menu key and it got stuck.
This fucking key.
He pulled open the drawer and went digging around for his mulit-tool and proceeded to pop it off. He always seemed to fat-finger it at the most inopportune times.
With his computer awake and ready to roll Max checked his mail and found around thirty e-mails each with a military service record, a few photos, and the last known home of record.
Perusing the list brought back quite a few memories of his past service.
I thought he was dead.
She died in a roller accident a few years ago? Damn shame.
This joker deserved to die. Damn shame he's still alive.
He's got too large of a family.
Ah, there he is.
Formerly a commander in the Earth Military Coalition and later a lieutenant colonel in the Earth Republic, a lot had happened to Max in the past ten years. All of his current efforts were on building a new organization at the behest of, well, he didn't even know. He didn't even care.
Goddam does it feel good to wear a uniform again.
The E-Rep's dossier included information about current whereabouts. After resigning his commission, reasons redacted of course, Cavadus had opted to join up with DynCorp, the only pre-Pale War private military contractor left on Terra as far as Max knew. Cavadus's last recorded area of activity was the Topeka Badlands.
DynCorp asked for way-the-fuck too much to buy Cavadus out of his contract but he's disillusioned enough. I think. Did he even like or respect me? I barely remember the guy. Definitely not Primus Pilus material at the moment. Or maybe he is. Nevermind.
Max pressed down the intercom, "Send him in, carian." "Send him in, carian." "Carian, send him i--."
Oh, for fuck's sake.
"SEND HIM IN!" shouted an irritated Max.
In stepped a man somewhere slightly north of thirty-five years old, somewhat larger than average build, a bit over 1.8 meters, with a full beard.
That beard: completely unprofessional.
"They let you keep that thing in DynCorp?" barked Max.
"Ummm, the beard?" responded a completely caught-off-guard Gaius.
"Yeah, the beard."
"You know how it is once you get out, sir. It's nice to give the face a break."
Max was amused at the effect he was having on Gaius. "Well captain, what the hell have you been up to?"
"Payin' bills, sir."
"Y'know, you never struck me as the type."
"Respectfully, sir, you hardly knew me."
"I heard a lot about that fucked up sense of humor you have."
Gaius had to chuckle at that. Max was right on the money.
"Anyways," Max prepared to launch into it when Gaius interjected.
"Colonel, I know why I'm here."
"It's legate now, " Max corrected him.
Now Max was the one caught off guard.
"Captain, you don't know shit about this operation, what we're fighting for, or who supports us."
If anyone supports us, Max worried.
"Sir, you may barely remember me but I remember you. I remember that chicken shit posting out in bumfuck Storm Divide. I remember how you were treated the first few years after we all transitioned from the EMC to the E-Rep. And I have kept up on the news about you. Hell, had I been near Columbia at the time I'd have voted for you under the Terra Prima party."
Max winced. He hated the memory of the Terra Prima movement. Or, to be concise, at the distorted memory fed to the public and it's treatment and suppression by the E-Rep.
Fuckin' fuckers, Max thought to himself.
Max drew a deep breath, "Captain, I'd rather throw a saddle on a gift horse than look it in the mouth. I'm currently building an independent military united called the 47th Legion. You're familiar with Terra Prima, we're not mercs, and we're hear to kick some E-Rep ass. All told I need roughly four-thousand warm bodies to get to maximum strength. There isn't a helluva lot of talent laying around to be picked up so I won't mask the desperation and it doesn't seem like I have to."
"It's not the premiere post but I have a leadership position open for you. I've got a section lead position available."
Max could see the insult's effect and the bewildered look on Gaius' face.
Wait for it...
"I'm just fuckin' with ya, captain. At ease. Commanding officer post for a century but," and there's always a but, thought Gaius, "you'll need to XO for few weeks under a centurion to get acclimated."
Gaius was curious, "So I assume a centurion is equivalent to a captain but what exactly is a century equivalent to, sir?"
"You were originally cavalry, correct?"
"You ain't cav, you ain't shit, sir,! beamed Gaius.
Max rolled his eyes.
Those cavalry assholes are worse than jarheads.
"Anyways, same difference as a troop. Cohort is a squadron. Legion could be best described as a brigade combat team," explained Max.
That was about what Gaius expected.
"Got it, sir."
He's ready, Max thought to himself.
"Report to Vexillarian Campbell. He'll get you up to speed and, assuming you both perform to standard, you two will be taking over 3rd Century together."
Gaius was ready to leave this office.
"Anything else you need from me, sir?"
Smiling, Max quickly replied, "Yeah, shave that rug off your face. That's an order, optio," and with that Gaius stood up at attention. Before leaving Max offered a handshake, Gaius took it, and left the room.
Legate Maximillian Labienus, veteran of the Pale War, commander in the EMC, lieutenant colonel in the E-Rep, mashed the intercom button down.
"Carian Spurius, Gaius Cavadus is in. Complete his in-processing. He'll be entering at optio but only for train-up. We need him as a century lead pronto."
Silence. Max mashed the transmit button down again.
I've got a crate of EGO implants but can't even get a working intercom. What the fuck, thought Max.
SUBJECT RACE HUMAN/CASTITHAN
SUBJECT GENDER MALE
SUBJECT AGE UNKNOWN
SUBJECT DOB UNKNOWN
DATE 2027 12 10
We have put subject 1015729 in the Echo section of the project we have had a lot of problems with all the fights and killings. Subject is adjusting well and it seems all fights have stopped in that section of the base for the most part. Subject is starting to show leadership traits and has a few followers that are willing to do what he says. They have also given themselves names subject 1015729 name is soul.
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