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Backstab; CCRPG Marines Compiliation I
Topic Started: 15 Oct 2008, 03:17 PM (1,337 Views)
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CHAPTER XV

Part I: First Squad

"Hold," Alex whispered, waving his hand, palm towards the ground. A hovercopter roared overhead, then disappeared into the torrent of rain ahead. Alex turned to his squad. "Alright, open field ahead, then forest. I thought I could make out a patrol, but I'm not certain. Stay alert at all times." Alex waved his hand forward and jumped out of the bush.

As they ran, Erikson spoke to his teammates. "If we're tryin' to stay low, why are we runnin' through the open?"

"Get ootta the open fauster," Aster grunted.

"Oh."

"Idiot."

"Contact front! Do not stop to engage!" Alex's voice shouted over the comm. Sanol's fire team, ahead, fired as they moved, killing three of the six men in the patrol. Lundy dropped to one knee and picked off two more, and Staff Sergeant Synair finished off the last.

"MOVE!" Alex bellowed. They sprinted for the relative safety of the treeline. Erikson looked over at Aster. He seemed to carry the stasis bag with Wraith's body inside effortlessly. Erikson started to pant.

"What's wrong, Idiot? D'the DIs cut ya slack on the runs?" Lundy jeered. They re-entered the treeline and dropped prone, covering their rear. Sergeant Bradley and his assault team followed them in close behind. "Clear!" Lundy shouted.

"Clear!" Sergeant Sanol said.

"Okay. Team leaders, on me!"

Sanol, Bradley, and Lundy congregated around Alex. "We've got to get into contact with the rebs ASAP. Does-"

"The rebs? How do you know they won't shoot us on sight?" Bradley asked.

"I don't, but it's a chance we've got to take. They might have proper med facilities, and we don't want to have a near-dead Gunny burdening our best man."

The team leaders all nodded. "Alright. But first we've got to get out of this area. So let's stop talking and move!" Sanol suggested.

"First Squad, up and move!" Alex ordered. The squad rose again and ran through the trees.

A few minutes later, a shot rang out. "Contact right!" shouted someone. "Three tangoes in sight!" Cracks! sounded as the Marines returned fire.

"More incoming! Morris, move left, around that tree!" Sergeant Bradley barked.

"It's a full squad! Lundy, move into position on Bradley's left!" Synair said.

Lundy, Carr, and Erikson dashed over next to Lance Corporal Shert and Corporal LeFaye and dropped prone. Two men were, stupidly, standing ahead. Erikson and Carr dropped them with three shots each. The fire continued until only Marine cracks! were heard.

"Cease fire! Cease fire! Delta One-One, up and move!" The squad rose again and dashed out, towards the edge of the forest. "Open area! Do not stop!"

They encountered another patrol on the way, easily dispatched. Nightfall would set in soon, and that was when they would start moving north.

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Part II: The Blackhawk

"We're ten minutes out from the capital. Kick up yer feet," said the pilot on the intercom.

"Well, tonight was fun, wasn't it?!" Sergeant Irick of Second Squad shouted over the roar of the hoverjets.

"Sure, I'd say so. When do we get more?" said PFC LeGrand, of the assault team (OOC: I can't really type a French Accent, so I'm not going to try).

"Hopefully tomorrow. I dunno when-"

Suddenly, an enormous roar filled the air, and the Blackhawk shuddered violently. "HIT! RIGHT HOVERJET IS OUT! FIRING AUXILIARIES!" the pilot bellowed frantically. With a jolt, the right side of the chopper restabilized.

Then another roar sounded and the Blackhawk shuddered again. "HIT! RIGHT SIDE JUST WENT OUT! I HOPE YOU ALL BUCKLED YER SEATBELTS!"

The Blackhawk started to spin rapidly as the left-side hoverjets took prominence. The right side of the hovercopter dipped, and the chopper rapidly lost altitude.

Corporal Deadhead Lashio, of Third Squad, was disturbed by the said rapidly growing ground.

"BRACE FOR IMPACT!" the pilot bellowed.

The Blackhawk hit the ground with a massive crash!, and slid a few meters before coming to a halt on the ground.

For most of the passengers in the smoking wreck, the world was dark.

Leaving them as sitting ducks for the rapidly approaching VPA forces.
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CHAPTER XVI

Part I: First Squad

It was pitch-black, but that didn't phase the Marines of First Squad. Activating their light amplifiers, they charged on through the night.

Alex peered through his visor, distance magnifier activated. The foolish regulars sillouetted themselves on the hill above.

"Three, maybe four or five patrollers. Lundy, can you get 'em from here?"

"Maybe. Let me check the range," Lundy said. He crouched and pulled out the Long-Ranger. "I don't think so, not from here. THey're about one-thousand meters away. I'd need a sniper rifle fer that."

"Alright. First Squad, up and move! Keep low and don't sillouette yourselves!"

The squad crept up the hill, crouching and squatting lower and lower as they made their way closer to the crest. About two hundred meters from the top, they halted from a signal from Alex and dropped prone.

"Lundy, is this alright?" Alex whispered.

Lundy peered through the scope. "Range is good. Anyone get a count?"

"I coanted five, Loondy," Aster whispered.

"I see 'em. Rifles ready, just in case." Lundy breathed in and paused for half a second, then fired. He shifted his aim to a second target and did the same. And again. And again. The last man had dropped prone immediately, invisible if not for the Marines' light amplifiers.

"Four tangoes down. Someone get the last one," Alex said over the comm.

"He's mine," said Sanol. The squad watched as Sanol crawled up to the crest of the hill. There was a muffled yelp, then silence. "Clear. Move up."

When they reached the top of the hill, they found the last man, his throat cleanly sliced - in the Marine fashion, stab into the neck to cut the windpipe and prevent a scream, then a slash out for the kill. A clean cut, but only in the jargon.

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Part II: The Blackhawk

PFC Raoul LeGrand shook his head groggily. His vision cleared up a few seconds later. "Awwww, shit. My fuckin' head!" he cursed. There was a crash outside the fusilage. Unbuckling his belt, LeGrand dropped onto the man next to him, PFC Conk Erer, then clambered up the rest of the inert men to the open door above.

The chopper had crashed and tilted onto its side, leaving an approximately ten-foot gash in the soil. LeGrand peered over the side of the doorframe, squinting to see through the smoke. The pilot had crawled out of the chopper, and was now dizzily shambling around. He could see men approaching - from the look of their helmets, regulars. They were in luck.

"Ah, fuck!" the pilot cursed, shuffling over to the regulars. "Thank the Almighty you guys are here. I didn't know the rebs had SAMs." The pilot turned to survey the wreckage. To LeGrand's horror, the regular raised his rifle and shot the pilot in the back at point-blank range. The pilot collapsed instantly, soundlessly.

"Jesus Christ! (OOC: Yes, I'm using conventional religions for this)" LeGrand shouted. He raised his rifle over the lip and began firing into the mass of regulars, controlled, precise fire. Bullets spat back at him irregularly, inaccurately - a testament to the superiority of Marine training.

"Oh, shit!" came a shout from below. PFC Erer had regained conciousness and was now clambering up beside LeGrand. "What the fuck did I miss?"

"Regs..." LeGrand fired again. "...shot pilot..." He fired again. "...gonna kill us, too." He fired again.

"Well, shit! Let me at 'em!" Conk said enthusiastically. He also raised his rifle and began firing.

After a few minutes, the firing from the regulars became more disciplined and accurate. A bullet sparked just in front of LeGrand's face, sending him down behind the chopper, dazed.

"Holy shit! Who's shootin' at us?!" came another shout.

"Deadhead! Help us out up here! Regs are tryin' to kill us. For...some...reason. Why the fuck are they shooting at us?" Conk yelled.

"Why the fuck are they shooting at us?" Deadhead said (OOC: Lol three rhymes).

"'Cuz they wanna get rid o' you!" Sergeant Jason Garnett, of Third Squad's assault team, remarked. "Get your gun up and kill 'em, or we'll never survive this day!"
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CHAPTER XVII

Part I: First Squad

Staff Sergeant Synair lay absolutely motionless, buried in the mud. He watched as the VPA patrols combed the area they had passed last night, and the surrounding forests. But they were already gone, hidden a click away, in a forest, on top of a hill. "Okay, let's move back," Alex muttered. He and Sergeant Sanol crawled back into the trees.

"Okay," Alex said, addressing his squad. "From the last recieved intel reports, their was a rebel presence in this area. We've got to make contact with them." A few of the men, Sergeant Sanol included, shifted uncomfortably and groaned.

"I know it sounds crazy, but it's the only chance we've got. Dutch, your team's got point. I'll stay with you. Let's go."

They crept through the forest at the same careful, monotonous pace they had countless times already, stopping at the slightest sound ahead or to the flanks. Corporal Mannerheim was on point, Staff Sergeant Synair and Sergeant Sanol close behind. Lance Corporal Padrino and PFC Isis were on the flanks.

Suddenly, Mannerheim held up his hand. He dropped to a crouch, then dropped prone. The rest of the squad followed suit. "Contact, front. One tango," he whispered into his comm.

"Hang on, lemme take a look," said Alex. He crawled forward, taking up a position at the foot of a tree. Activating his magnifier, he gasped at what he saw. The figure ahead had a single lower limb, which was stuck into a ground. Synair's eyes widened, and he gulped.

"Be alert! It's a-"

A rifle cocked to his right. "I thought Marines never sillouetted themselves. You look like one helluva tree root," said a thick Bennerian accent. Synair knew it couldn't be Ben.

"Hold your fire, hold your fire!" he said, frantically.

"Unload your weapons, all of them."

Alex unloaded the magazine from his rifle and pushed it away.

"Round in the chamber, too! I'm not an idiot!"

Alex cursed, and grabbed the rifle. He cocked it, and a round flew out. He then drew his sidearm and pair of light SMGs and did the same.

"Hands on your head!"

Alex complied.

"Okay, Marine, what in Hell's blazes are you doing here?"

"Lemme explain, just put the damn gun down! We're not here to fight!"

"You better not be. Spill it!"

"The damn regs turned on us. They're tracking us even now, and we're split off from our unit. We've got a badly wounded man, and we need your help."

"Where's the rest of your men? How many?"

"I've got twelve other men, a medic, and one wounded. I'm going to tell them to show themselves."

"You do that."

"Squad, stand up and hold fire. Non-hostile ambush."

He got a few confused responses, but he looked back and saw that his squad did stand up. Several men appeared out of the woods, amazingly concealed, and covered each Marine with their weapons.

"You better hope you're right, for your sake," said the rebel.

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Part II: The Blackhawk

Twenty minutes later, the firing died down to silence. Just about everyone had regained conciousness by that point.

"Looks clear. Ape, take a look," said Staff Sergeant Lee.

"Right-o." Corporal Tewkes jumped out of the chopper and took cover behind the fusilage. He edged around the back and scanned the foggy field, with the naked eye, light amplifiers, and lastly with infras.

"Clear. Everyone out."

The squads jumped out and gathered around Ensign Glystern.

"Okay, I have absolutely no fucking idea what's going on, but I do know we have to clear out, NOW. Gimme a tally on dead and wounded."

"The pilots are dead. LePallin's still out cold, Bellik's got a broken arm, and Dean's snapped his wrist," said Lee.

"Conk caught a round in the shoulder, but he'll be fine. Izzy banged his knee pretty bad, and Mac broke his ankle. I dunno what happened to Tiduos, but he says he'll walk it off."

"Oh, perfect," Ares rolled his eyes and groaned. "Let's get outta this area and find some cover, then we can make a plan. Move out!"
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CHAPTER XVIII

Part I: First Squad

"I suppose you're lucky that we need all the help we can get," said Gustav Coronus, who held the rebel rank equivalent to Captain. "You Confederation types are so stupid sometimes. Did you honestly think the planetary government was trustworthy? Why do you think we rebelled against them in the first place?"

"I don't know, Mr. Coronus. I'm just a squad leader and not privy to government decisions. Mother Corps sends, I go."

"Yes, even to your deaths," Coronus paced the tent again. "Your friend is lucky - if not for that amazing bag of yours, he would have been dead in minutes."

"He's not my friend, Mr. Coronus."

"But he is your comrade nonetheless. And, if I may say," Coronus glanced at the three stripes and single rocker on Alex's shoulder. "your superior."

"Yes, Gunnery Sergeant Calahan is my superior and comrade-in-arms, but he is not my friend."

"He will recover, likely regaining conciousness tomorrow or the day after. But we have more important matters to attend to, Sergeant."

"It's Staff Sergeant, Mr. Coronus. I would appreciate it if you made the distinction."

"Very well, Staff Sergeant. I would appreciate if you would call me either Cell Leader or Gus. But nevertheless, let us look at the situation." Coronus moved over to board, a map nailed onto it. "They will undoubtedly track you here eventually, despit any precautions you might have taken. Hell, they may already know this camp is here, and be moving to attack this instant. Therefore, we must relocate the camp. Can I trust you and your men will help us defend the camp in the event of attack."

Alex nodded. "You have my word, Cell Leader. At least until we can link up with any more Marines."

"I expected no less. Now, our first task is-" An alarm kalaxon suddenly blared throughout the camp. A voice crackled over the intercom.

"Scouts report incoming enemy troops! Light armored forces inbound! Prepare for battle!"

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Part II: Second and Third Squads

"MOVE! Move, move, move!" Ares yelled. Several motorized VPA patrols were entering the forest right on their heels. "Incoming hovercopters!" someone shouted. A second later, two hovercopters roared over. "They've passed over! Out of the trees to the next forest! MOVE!"

The squads dashed across the plain into the next expanse of wood as the hovercopters roared over for another pass. They stopped for a breath as they waited for them to pass over again.

"Sir, can I take 'em out?!" shouted Sergeant Allen of Second Squad's assault team.

"NO! Escape and evasion! We don't want any unwanted attention! Squads, up and move!" Ares looked back for a moment and saw three VPA jeeps rolling towards their current position. But by the time those jeeps reached their last position, they were long gone.

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"Okay, hold! I think we lost 'em," Ares panted, dropping onto the ground tiredly.

"We lost 'em a half hour ago, sir!" someone - Ares recognized the voice as Corporal Tiduos's - joked (Once again, not trying an accent). Several men laughed.

"Whoo...whooo...whoo! Just a workout, baby! Just a workout!" Deadhead panted.

"Pipe down! We don't know if we lost 'em all! More might've picked up our trail!" barked Sergeant Wolf McGraw, Ben's senior fire team leader. The squads immediately went silent. Wolf was one of the toughest Marines in the FIST, along with Crazy Aster, Cow, and Wraith.

"We move in one-five mike. Take a break, then we move on our objective. Lee, Ben, on me!"
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CHAPTER IX

The Rebel Camp

"How have you laid out your Marines, Staff Sergeant?" Coronus asked.

"I've got one team up here, at the top of the hill, to observe the enemy forces. I have another team on the frontline with your reb- I mean regular troops. My last team is in the ambush zone for the armor. We've got two heavy missiles. The rest is up to you."

"Excellent. Where will you be, Staff Sergeant?"

"'Upstairs' with my First Fire Team. My team leader is a very good shot."

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Minutes later, Alex lay prone on the top of the hill, unnoticed by the approaching enemy forces, with Sergeant Lundy and his team. Lundy was scanning the enemy with the Long-Ranger. "What's your count?"

"Let's see. Two heavy tread jobs, five lights - I'd say APCs. And one, maybe two, whole companies of infantry."

"Easy. We've got more than enough men here. We could take 'em alone."

"Right. Can I hit it off?"

"Sure," Alex switched to the all-hands channel. "This is Delta One-One Actual. Delta One-One, fire at will. Delta One-One Charlie, report, over."

"This is One-One Charlie," said Sergeant Bradley's voice.

"Are you in position, over?"

"Yes, sir. Waiting for your signal, over."

"Roger that, Charlie. Hold fire until enemy is in the Kilo Zulu. Out."

Beside him, Lundy had just started picking up targets. "These guys seem smart," Lundy said in between shots. "They dropped at the first shot, and are looking for cover. At least they can react to a far ambush."

Alex just grunted. He didn't think much of the regulars.

"Uhp, they're gettin' up and runnin'. I see muzzle flashes below, in the trees. Our guys musta started hittin' 'em."

"One-One Bravo, this is One-One Actual. SitRep, over."

"We just opened up. They're scattering, over," said Sanol.

"Keep up the fire. What about the tread jobs, over?"

"They're rushing forward. We either spooked 'em, or they think they can run right through us, over."

"Roger that," Alex switched off the radio for a moment. "Idiots. The tanks are rushing forward without their grunts." Alex switched the comm back on. "Charlie, this is One Actual. Tread jobs are headin' your way, over."

"Roger that. Prepping the surprise party, out."

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Sergeant Bradley was slightly nervous. His team was split into two buddy teams, and he was stuck with the new guy, Shert. "Tanks're headin' our way. Prep the HAW," he said.

"Roger that," Shert replied, unslinging the Heavy Anti-tank Weapon.

Bradley flipped on his infras. "Charlie Two, this is Charlie One Actual. Tangoes will be on us in about one mike. You ready, over?"

"This is Charlie Two. Yeah, we're ready," said Corporal LeFaye, who was teamed with PFC Morris. "I see 'em, too."

"One-One Actual, this is Charlie. Do I have a count? Make it quick, over."

"Two Hotels, Five Alpha Papa Charlies, over."

"I see the Hotels, but only Three Alphas, over."

"That's not good. Target the Hotels when possible. Out."

Bradley groaned. "Outlaw Three-Five, this is Delta One-One Charlie. I have a count of two Hotels, five Alpha Papa Charlies, over."

"What? Say again, Charlie, over."

"Two heavies, five lights. I see only three lights. Be advised that two lights are unaccounted for, over." The heavy tanks were entering the kill zone. Bradley raised a finger, signaling to wait one.

"Roger that, Charlie. Do you have targets in sight? Over."

"Roger that. We are engaging...now." Bradley flicked his hand. "Charlie Two, engage. Repeat, engage!"

Shert stepped out of the bush into the clearing for a moment and fired. A deafening crack! filled the air, following by an even louder explosion from the tank. The missile struck the tank just below the turret, where it met the armor. It blew the turret clean off. Across the clearing, an identical crack! was heard, followed by an identical explosion.

"Whoooo-hoo! I'll bet they aren't happy!" LeFaye cheered over the comm.

"Outlaw, this is Charlie. We've taken out the Hotels. Engage the lights, over."

"Uh, roger that, Charlie. But there are any hotels around here. Over."

Bradley slapped his face. "Heavies. We have destroyed the heavies. Three lights have entered the kill zone. Take them out no-" As he finished his sentence, he heard four fwoosh! sounds, followed by three explosions. Evidently, the rebels were using old gunpowder weapons, even for anti-armor use.

"Roger that, Charlie. Lights are down. Relo- Wait. Do you hear that, Tim? Oh shi-!" The transmission was abruptly cut off.

"Outlaw, please respond! Respond, over!" There was nothing but static. "One-One Actual, this is Charlie! Targets are down - two Hotels and three Alphas - but we've lost contact with the rebel for-" Bradley paused abruptly. He listened.

"Charlie, say again. Did not recieve full transmission, over."

Bradley continued to listen. "Charlie, please respond, over."

"Wait one."

There was a low rumbling sound, like an engine. But that would mean-

"OH SHIT! MAUVE, MOVE!"
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Bradley and Shert dove to their sides just as the VPA APC crashed through the trees and bushes around their former position. "Fall back! Fall back! Charlie, scatter and meet up at secondary RV! MOVE!" Bradley shouted into the comm.

"Roger that, Charlie One. I guess you ran into some problems," said LeFaye.

Bradley pulled himself together and started crawling away. "That's an understatement, Two. A damn Alpha Papa Charlie just rolled out on top of us."

"Hot damn! You alright, over?"

"I think so. We're runnin' for the fallback position. See ya there. Out."

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"Well that doesn't sound good. Bravo, this is One Actual. SitRep, over."

"I think they threw in another company. Nothing we can't handle, over," said Sanol.

"Roger that, Bravo," Alex said. He switched off the comm and turned to Lundy. "Get down there and help out the assault team. Now."

"Yes, sir," Lundy picked himself up and started dashing down the hill to Alex's right. "First fire team, on me!"

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Sanol changed magazines on his rifle and looked over his team. Corporal Mannerheim and Lance Corporal Padrino were continuing to return disciplined fire towards the regular troops. PFC Isis was firing erratically. Well, it's not like I didn't expect it. Sanol thought. He hurried over to him.

"How're you doin' Isis?"

"F-fine, si- Dutch. Just like they trained us."

"You don't look or sound fine, Private. You nervous?" Sanol raised his rifle and fired a trio of shots into an advancing man.

"T-to be honest, si- Dutch, yes, I am. This is my first deployment, and we already got screwed over."

"I'll admit, private," Sanol fired another burst, "this isn't a normal situation. Don't worry, we just drew the wrong straw from the hat. Just remember your training, shoot straight, and know who your friends are, and you'll do fine."

"Th-thank you, si- Dutch. I'll do that."

"Good," Sanol hurried back over to his former position and looked back at Isis. He still looked nervous, but his fire was not disciplined and constant, in step with the others. Sanol smiled.

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"CONTACT LEFT!" Lundy bellowed. He dove for the ground and hit it firing from his rifle. About two or three squads of regulars were approaching on the camp's right flank, near the designated fallback position for the ambush teams.

Corporal Carr dropped to a knee and began returning fire. Crazy Aster dove for the ground, firing, like Lundy. He methodically picked off targets, a deadpan look on his face the entire time.

Erikson froze for a moment, then dashed behind the cover of a tree. He then began firing back with the others.

"Friendlies, at your nine!" said a voice over the comm. Sergeant Bradley and Corporal LeFaye came darting through the trees and lay down beside First Fire team, returning fire as well. "Did Mauve or Morris come through yet?"

"No, I didn't see 'em!" Lundy responded.

"Well, let's wait for 'em here then, and fight off this attack!" Bradley said. In a few minutes, two more squads of regulars appeared. There was a low rumbling sound in the distance.

"Aw, shit! They followed us in!" LeFaye said, despairing.

"Friendlies, at your ten! Hold fire! Hold fire!" said Lance Corporal Shert on the comm. He, Morris, and four rebels came leaping over the brush. Shert and Morris landed at a crouch next to Bradley.

"SitRep?!" bradley shouted.

"We took out one of those damn APCs, but the last one's still comin'!"

"Got any LAWs?"

"The rebels are fresh out. But I've got a grenade or two!"

"Good. Give it to me!" Shert handed Bradley the straight grenade, which had spikes attached to its ends so it would stick to surfaces.

"Here it comes! Lundy, suppressing fire!" Bradley jumped up and dashed into the trees to the left, making his way over towards the approaching APC.

"Get your ass moving, Brad! It'll have us targeted in a second!" Lundy shouted over the comm. There was a cry to his left - one of the rebels fell, dead, from the APCs heavy machine gun.

"I'll get him! Take care o' the infantry, will ya?"

Lundy and his team picked off any infantrymen around the APC. A figure jumped out of a tree onto the APC itself.

"Happy fucking birthday, you bastards!" bradley quickly opened the hatch and flung the grenade in. He then leaped off just as the grenade exploded, sending the hatch flipping and out into the dirt. The APC ground to a halt.

"Wooooo-hoo! That's how it's done, bitches!"

"Crazy Aster coulda shown you a few tricks, Brad," said Lundy.

"I don't fuckin' care! I took down a tank with a grenade! Fuck yeah!"

"HEY! Keep the line clear, you assholes! Delta One-One, regroup at the top of the hill. Enemy forces are in full retreat. Congrats, gentlemen," Alex said.
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CHAPTER XXI

Part I: The Capital

The interrogation room was typical of what he'd expected. Completely dark, with only two tables - one which supported the only lamp, and another shrouded completely in darkness, obscuring its contents.

"Some of your men have proven...troublesome. Your commanders are unhelpful, so we will go to you and your fellow captains. Where are your men?"

"I'm afraid I don't know that, sir," Captain Ryan responded. He was bound to the only other chair in the room, steel flexcuffs behind the back of the chair.

"How can you not? You are their commander, aren't you?"

"I cannot know that question. You see, I am currently not in command," Ryan smiled and chuckled.

"Are you mocking me, Captain?"

"A little, yes. I cannot fathom why you think I can possibly know the locations of my Marines, who are simply practicing E&E, escape and evasion," Ryan chuckled again.

The interrogator scowled. "You don't laugh in this room," he stood up and kicked Ryan, and the chair down to the floor. Walking over, he placed his foot on Ryan's chest and began pressing down.

"Again, where are your men hiding?!"

"I...cannot...know that, sir." Ryan started to chuckle again, then coughed violently.

"Yes, you can! Where are they?!" he pressed even harder.

"I cannot...possibly...know that...sir. Kill me...if you...can," Ryan smiled again.

The interrogator pulled his foot off of Ryan's chest. He groaned. "Get him out of here," two guards moved forward to pick Ryan up and drag him out. "You shouldn't have meddled here, Marine, and now we'll teach you all a lesson!"

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Part II: The Rebel Camp

Gunny Calahan suddenly groaned on the bed. Alex, seated in a chair next to him, rushed over. "Wraith! You awake? Can you feel anything?"

He groaned again, then grunted. "Yeah. My fucking head."

Alex slammed his fist down into Wraith's chest. Wraith cringed slightly, then looked up and at Alex, then at his chest, then back at Alex. "Ow," he said, rubbing his chest. "What the fuck was that for? I just got shot."

"That was for mocking my beliefs. I don't you you'd get yours."

"And I didn't doubt it. I'll walk this off, don't you worry," Wraith coughed violently again. Some blood spit out onto his hand. "Don't worry about that, of course. What happened?"

"Damn regs turned tra-"

"I know that, damnit. Afterwards."

"We ran, made contact with the rebels here. We just fought off a major attack by the regs, so we're all bangin' out."

"What about Ares and the others?"

Alex just shrugged. "We don't know what to do next right now. Got any suggestions, Boss?"

"Hand me a map." Alex did. Wraith scanned it for a few moments. It was really great - the rebs had marked dozens of VPA installations in the area on it. Wraith pointed to one of them. "There. The comm station at Golf Charlie Six-Ait. We can get a message to the Peters."

"How did you know they were...But they're jamming us, Boss."

"They're jamming Marine frequencies, not their own. We can get a message up on their own frequencies," Wraith started to get up.

"Whoa, shouldn't you hang on for a while, Boss, before you start to fight again?"

"Like I said, I'll walk it off. I've had worse."

"Hit in the right shoulder, left hip, and lower chest? I dunno, Boss..." Alex smiled.

"Believe me," Wraith coughed again. "I have."

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Part III: Second and Third Squads

"Okay, so here's what we have to do," Ares said to his squad leaders, looking over a holomap. "They're jamming us, so we've got to find a way to send a message to the ship. Pretty simple solution," Ares pointed at a VPA comm station. "Grid Golf Charlie Six-Ait. Close by, and I doubt they're jamming their own frequencies. We take the station, then find a way to beam up a signal. Get your men, we're moving."
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Part I: With the Rebels

"Lundy, got a count?" Alex asked.

"I see three squads at the base of the hill, and two squads plus an APC at the crest. Hang on..." Lundy scanned a clump of trees near the crest of the hill. "Amateurs. There's a sniper in that little clump of trees. Don't ask, 'cuz he's at too far of a range for me."

"Okay. Delta One-Five, this is Delta One-One Actual, over."

"Go ahead, One-One, over," said Wraith.

"Count three dozen tangoes at base of objective, two dozen plus Alpha Papa Charlie at head of objective. One-Five, do you see the clump of trees at the head of objective? Over."

"Affirmative, One-One, over."

"Someone is scoping you from there, over."

"Roger that, One-One. Delta One-One and Outlaw Three are moving. Out."

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"Up! Up, up, up!" Sergeant Sanol shouted. His team and Bradley's assault team jumped up and began to run towards the road at the base of the hill, three rebel squads running with them.

"One-One Alpha, this is One-Five. Get it done, over," said Wraith's voice on the comm.

"Roger that. Engaging. Over." There was a hiss over Sanol's head, followed shortly by a crack!. One of the enemy soldiers dropped to the ground. All of them dropped prone, but not before the advancing Marines and rebels opened up.

"One Bravo, this is One-Five. Move right, over."

"Roger that. Moving," Sanol waved his fire team towards a rock on the right flank. Edging around it, he fired at a clump of prone enemies behind it. Suddenly, a bullet snapped into the rock just to the left of Sanol's hand. He immediately ducked behind the rock again, eyes wide. "This is One Bravo. Almost got hit by a sniper, over."

"Roger that, Bravo. One Alpha, move up and eye the sniper, over."

"Roger that. Alpha moving."

"One-One Actual, moving."

"This is One Charlie. Outlaw Three is moving up towards objective. Enemy at base is clear, over."

"Roger that, Charlie. Alpha, get a damn bead on that bastard before he gets those stupid rebels, over."

"Roger that," Lundy suddenly dropped prone next to Calahan. He looked through the medium-range scope and drew a bead on the muzzle flash in the trees. "Dumbass. Merry Christmas," Lundy fired a single shot. He waited a full minute. There were no more flashes from those trees. "Clear, over."

"Roger that. Bravo, Charlie, move up. Over."

"Roger that. Moving up."

"This is Charlie. We'll take out the Alpha Papa Charlie, over," said Sergeant Bradley. The rebels had lent the assault team a LAW and two missiles. Sanol looked up and saw Corporal LeFaye crouch, unslinging the LAW. A loud crack! reverberated throughout the valley, and the APC above exploded. "Target down. Outlaw and Delta are clear to assault. Over."

"Roger that. Outlaw Three-Six, this is Delta One-Five. Alpha Papa Charlie is down. You are clear for assault, over."

"Roger that," said Cell Leader Coronus. "We are attacking."

Alex and Wraith looked up the hill through their visor magnifiers and saw the three rebel squads advance up the hill, firing wildly. Within five minutes, the firing stopped.

"This is Outlaw Three-Six. Objective is secured. Have six KIA, and four wounded. Over."

Wraith let out a deep sigh and then a groan. "Roger that, Outlaw. Delta One-One is moving up."

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Part II: Second and Third Squads

"Shit," Ares said, looking up the hill through his magnifier. "They've got a lot of cover." He pointed at the rock field near the top of the hill. Lee groaned. "Okay. Ben, up the middle. lee, flank right. Move."

"McKnight, you've got point," ben said, turning to his second fire team leader. McKnight nodded.

"Mike, you're my point," said Lee.

"One-Three, moving."

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Lance Corporal Selucis had the pointman job this time. Not his favorite job, but he did it anyways. Just like everything else. He, and the fire team following him, were flat on their belly, so as not to alert the men above. Through his magnifier, Selucis could see they were being careless. Amateurs, he thought.

He flipped on his infras. One squad was sitting down, dozing amongst the rocks just ahead. Another squad was lounging around, smoking, just above those rocks. The last two squads were somewhere at the crest of the hill, guarding the comm station itself. Okay, this is easy, Selucis thought to himself. Just crawl up and slot 'em all.

As he began to crawl up to slit the throat of the first man, a series of loud cracks! were heard in the distance. Many of the regulars jumped up, fumbling for their weapons. Shit.

"CONTACT!" he bellowed, firing his rifle at the standers. His fire team followed his lead moments later. He looked back for a moment and saw Sergeant McKnight and Izzy crawling up towards the rocks to his left. Deadhead stayed behind to keep up the fire. So did Selucis.

McKnight and Izzy disappeared into the rocks, and several cracks! sounded in quick succession, followed by cries for help or death. "This is One-Three Bravo. One squad is down. The other is headin' down towards us fast. Could use some help, over."

"Roger that, Three Bravo. One-Two is en route. Hang tight, over."

"This is Two Alpha. We have enemies in sight and are engaging, over," said Sergeant Irick. Cracks immediately sounded to the right of the rocks, within a clump of bushes and trees. The rushing enemy squad was cut down in seconds.

"This is Two Bravo. We're moving with Two Charlie to cut off the enemy forces at the objective, over."

"Roger that. One-Three, move up," said Ares.

"One-Three, moving," said Ben. Selucis jumped up with his team and rushed up towards where Mike and his team had set up, at a line of bushes near the crest of the hill.

"This is Two Charlie. We have targets in sight. They're confused, looks like. Runnin' all over the place."

"Roger that, Two Charlie. Engage," said Lee.

"Engaging." Cracks! and cries sounded from the top of the hill.

"One-Three, moving up!" Ben said. Selucis jumped up again with his team, then slammed to the ground at the top of the hill. "Sarge, targets in sight! Engaging!" he shouted. Several figures had appeared at the far side of the hill.

"Hold fire! Hold fire!" McKnight shouted frantically. "One-Six, this is Three Bravo! New contacts at far side of objective, over."

"Engage, over."

"They don't look right, sir. Over."

"Round helmets? Over."

"Negative. No helmets, over."

"Roger that. Hold fire and secure objective. Do not fire unless fired upon by new contacts. They might be rebels. Out."

"Roger that," McKnight switched to his team channel. "Okay, team. Move up and secure the objective. Hold fire unless fired upon. New contacts might be friendly." McKnight jumped up and dashed over to the comm station. The men on the other side of the hill did the same thing.
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Ares and Wraith just stood in the comm station, staring at each other, blinking occasionally. After ten minutes of silence between the two groups, Wraith finally spoke up. "How the fuck did this happen? Why am I seeing your ugly face again?"

There was a pause. Then Ares smiled and they shook each other's hands. The Marines greeted each other enthusiastically, ecstatic to have reunited by such chance.

"What are the odds, Wraith? We come up with the same exact plan to attack the same exact station at the same exact time?"

"I was never good at math, sir. But if this was a holovid, I wouldn't be surprised."

"Me either. Let's get to work. Lee!" Lee jogged up to Ares from the crowd.

"Yes, sir?"

"I hear your minor MOS is fleet communications. Care to show off?"

Lee smiled. "Sure thing, sir." Lee jogged over to the consoles along the wall and began looking them over, hitting seemingly random button, dials, and keys.

"Who's on sentry duty, sir?" Wraith asked.

"The rebs you brought, I guess."

"I don't trust 'em. I suggest you send out a pair of Marine teams, Kurt," Wraith gave him a hard, serious look.

"I suppose you're right. We are very trusting, aren't we?" Wraith scowled now. "Oh. You didn't trust the regs at all then, did you?"

"I don't trust anyone, sir. Not even my friends. Not even you."

Ares twitched slightly. Wraith noticed. "Mike! McKnight!" The two fire team leaders jogged over.

"Yes, sir?"

"Sentry duty. Keep an eye on those rebs for me, will ya?"

"Ah, you're fucking kidding, right sir?" Irick said. Ares just looked at him.

"He's not, Mike. I suggest you quit bitchin' and get your men moving," said McKnight, who jogged off to gather his team. Irick groaned and followed.

"Sir, I've got a signal! We're broadcasting to the Peters!" Lee exclaimed.

"Excellent work, Staff Sergeant. Now, what do I do?"

"It's pretty old fashioned, sir. No live feed. I'll handle it. just give me the message," Lee donned a radio headset.

"Okay. Delta One-Six reporting. Indigs hostile. Indigs Jamming. Many Mike India Alpha. Fox Six and co likely Papa Oscar Whiskey. Please confirm message reception. Over."

Lee turned a knob, then repeated Ares's words. There was a pause. "Message incoming, sir! I'll put it up on speaker." He flicked a switch.

"Delta One-Six, this is Peters. Authenticate India Fife. Over."

"Transmit. I authenticate, Bravo Niner. Over."

Lee turned the same knob he did before, then repeated the message.

"Roger that, Delta One-Six. Transmission recieved. Awaiting response, over."

"Tell them-"

Suddenly, someone burst into the station. "Sir! Incoming tangoes! A LOT of 'em! I think I saw at least five heavy tanks!" Corporal Lashio, aka Deadhead, shouted, panic in his voice.

"Oh, Christ. Transmit. Request immediate reinforcement ASAP. Tangoes converging on position as we speak. Will not recieve response. Out."

Lee turned the knob and repeated the message once again. "Done."

"Okay, Marines! Pack up, load, and lock! We're bangin' out, NOW!"
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CHAPTER XXIV

The Comm Station

As Ares and Wraith rushed out of the station with their Marines, Coronus approached them. The rebels began firing at the VPA regulars moving up the hill.

"Got any goddamn transport, Mr. Coronus?!" Ares shouted.

"I managed to get you a detat of jeeps we had in the area! We know where your Marines are regrouping - they'll take you there!"

"You comin' too?"

"No! We'll stay back and form a rearguard. Once you're out, we disappear!"

Ares shifted slightly. These rebels were going to sacrifice their lives for them. "I dunno if I can let-"

"Okay, Cell Leader! We'll see you around!" Wraith cut in. "Sir, I suggest you give the order to bang out. Now!"

Ares hesitated, but he knew what he had to do. "Delta One, this is Delta One-Six! Regroup on me! We're getting outta here!"

"Roger that!" his squad leaders replied in turn. They all rushed down the other side of the hill, piling into the jeeps at the bottom. It was a tight fit, but they escaped. They didn't know it, but only half the rebels escaped alive.

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The Jeep Convoy

"Are you positive this is a secure root?" Ares asked the driver of his jeep.

"Yes, sir, Mr. Marine! We know these back roads by the back of our hand! The guv doesn't waste his men patrolling these empty wastes!"

"I hope you're right," Ares said. he turned to Wraith, eyes narrowed. "What is wrong with you, Gunnery Sergeant? That was insubordinate and you know it."

"I did what I had to. You would condemn the lives of our men for the sake of a few rebels willing to give their lives for us. I cannot let you, or anyone, do that to my men. Sir."

"I'll have your ass, Gunnery Sergeant," Ares shook his head and groan. "I'd have had you court-martialed two years ago if you didn't keep me alive so much. I suppose I owe you. But you have to deal with the consequences of your actions."

"I do, sir. They are my sins."

"Glad you understand that," Calahan muttered something, but Ares didn't care. He turned back to the driver. "ETA, Johnny?"

"Two hours, Mr. Marine, sir. And my name's Harold, not Johnny."

"I know. Old habits, Johnny Reb."
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CHAPTER XXV

The convoy arrived at a group of derelict farm houses late in the night, far outside any VPA patrol route. Ares left Gunny Calahan and the platoon outside as he went inside to meet the "commanders." Most were hunched over a table, scanning a map in the dim light. Ares stepped up and snapped to attention, saluting.

"Ensign Kurt Glystern, First Platoon, Delta Company, reporting for duty, sir!"

"At ease," said one of the officers, walking over to shake his hand. "Captain Burton Mitchell, Fox Company, senior officer of this motley crew. I guess I was the only officer grade O-3 and above not in the city when they struck. What's your platoon's status, Ensign?"

"All men, present and accounted for, sir! Four walking wounded."

Mitchell raised his eyebrows. "Impressive! I think you're the first full-strength plattoon who's reported. Come over and take a look, Ensign," Mitchell moved back over to the map, gesturing for Ares to follow.

"What's the FIST's situation, sir?"

"Not so good. With your platoon, we've now gathered about four-fifty to five hundred Marines - about a quarter of the battalion. Air and artillery were all taken on the ground, or shot out of the air, so no help from them. Recon detatchment, however, is almost intact. We have advanc teams surrounding the capital," Mitchell pointed to several small black circles on the map. "We now have just enough men to make an attack on the bastards. The resistance has been a huge help in gathering them here. At dawn, 0615, we launch the attack - a joint assault with all available resistance forces - into the capital. The idiots have sent the garrison on a wild goose chase for us and only left a skeleton force for protection," Mitchell chuckled. "Ensign, get your Marines ready for battle."

"Yes, sir!"

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"...so I thought, 'why the fuck not?' and fucked her all night," Deadhead finished. The rest of his squad practically fell out of their "seats" laughing. "And then she say-"

"Deadhead, you stupid son of bitch! Are you braggin' 'bout your wet dreams again?" said a gruff, but friendly, voice. That brought an even larger amount of laughter. THen it suddenly stopped as everyone recognized the voice.

"Top?! Cow?! Is that you?!"

"Fuck yeah, it is. Think a few schuccks in fancy clothes and toy guns can take ME?"

"No, Top! Of course not! How in Christ's life did you escape the belly of the beast?"

Cow moved out of the shadows and plopped down next to the fire. A bandage was wrapped around his hand. "Long story, but I don't give a fuck! I'm drunk and got time!"

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Seventy-Two Hours Earlier....

Cow awoke to blurred vision and a splitting headache, lookingup at a flickering flame. As his vision cleared up, he realized he had landed on his back and was looking up at the shattered second-story window he had fallen through. Wait a minute, he thought. He had been blown through the window by an explosion!

He felt for his sidearm and slowly drew it out of the holster. He staggered to his feet and pressed against the wall. Sliding over to the corner, he looked out into the courtyard in front of the building. A tank idled in the middle of the courtyard, watching over the VPA regulars who were herding Marine officers, hands over thei heads, into vehicles.

Wait a minute. The regulars attacked us?! Cow thought. He grabbed his hip flask and took a long chug. Suddenly, he heard voices approaching from nearby - a side door of the building! Cow dashed across to some bushes next to a low wall and dropped prone, hiding.

A VPA patrol strolled into view. He waited until they rounded the corner, then jumped up and dashed across the next street into an alley beside the house. Another patrol was headed up the street. Cow climbed up and dropped over a wall splitting the alley and moved to the next corner. Yet another patrol walked by, inches from him. Cow sat motionless in the shadows. When they passed by, Cow dashed across the street to the next alley, jumping over another wall. This time, he was looking straight down a street lined with stores. He took another long shug from his flask. But suddenly, the vodka stopped coming! Cow started to panic, but then he saw one of the shops was a liquor store. He smiled and sprinted over.

There was a permanant curfew in effect for the civilians, so the store was closed. But no mere lock could stop the mighty First Sergeant Cow Maxwell! He kicked in the door, which snapped clean off its hinges, setting off an alarm. Cow had finished refilling his flask and grabbed a pair of vodka bottles when a pair of VPA military police officers arrived on the scne. Cow chugged a bottle and cocked his pistol. It would be a long night.
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Orannia, Seventy Hours Earlier

"Whoever's in there, come out with your hands on your head or we WILL enter and kill you!"

Cow threw the empty bottle into a wall, causing it to smash into dozens of pieces. "Come and get me, you bastards!" He chellenged, ducking behind the counter. Two pairs of heavy footsteps entered the store. Cow rose to the standing position and fired four shots at both figures. One was killed instantly when the bullet smashed into his brain - the other dropped when two of the shots mangled his torso.

Cow snapped back to reality and rushed out the back door into an alley, practically destroying the door in the process. He heard more sirens converging on the store, so he knew he had to move fast. Cow looked up at the sky. It had started to rain again. Remember, cover and concealment. He spotted the flower beds lining the road ahead. He dashed over and dipped his hand into the mud, smearing it across the "shine spots" on his face - forehead, cheeks, and nose. He slipped away quietly into another alley as the VPMPs exited their cruisers and rushed into the liquor store.

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Around nightfall Cow finally found refuge in an abandoned factory facility outside the capital. He took a few minutes to catch his breath and his senses. What in bloody hell just happened? He remembered a few things about his escape form the city, but his instinct had mostly taken over, rather than his mind. But he had escaped.

He snapped back to reality again, taking a swig from one of the bottles he still carried. The factory wasn't safe - it was an obvious place to hide. He couldn't stick around for very long. He took another swig from the bottle, then heard a hovercopter roar over. Shit shit shit shit shit Cow drained the bottle and dashed out a back door, dropping prone immediately and crawling through the perimeter fence. VPA troops were fast roping to the fusilage of the hovercopter.

It took two hours, but he finally made it a safe distance away from the vicinity of the capital. By dawn, he could see a town ahead. A VPA motorized patrol was just leaving, heading down a road towards the capital. Hoping the civilians might help, he jumped back into a standing position and sprinted into the town. By sheer chance, he encountered one of the few rebel sympathizers in the village - he directed him to make contact with a local resistance operator, which he did.

By nightfall the next day, Cow had reached the "safehouse" at the derelict farm. He repeated the story of his escape to the amazed resistance operators, and the Marines that arrived and continued to arrive soon after.

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Resistance/Marine Safehouse, Present Day

"Christ on the Cross, Top! How on World did you find the will to make it? I would've given up before I left the city!" said Deadhead.

"Y'know, I really don't know. A lot of my thoughts between then and now are blank. Just blank," Cow said.

"Wait a minute," said Selucis. "Were you drunk the entire time?"

Cow paused in thought for a few moments. "Come to think of it, yeah! What madman would do that sober?" The squad laughed heartily.

"What's this shit, Marines? Havin' an orgy or somethin'?" someone said from behind, suddenly.

Sergeant Garnett, the only fire team leader present, fell out of his seat, startled. He turned around to see Staff Sergeants Lee and Thamus, along with Sergeants McGraw and McKnight, glaring at him.

"So?" said Lee, who had spoken earlier.

"Um, no sarge. Top's just retelling the story of his escape!" Jason said.

"Top Cow? He's here?" Ben said, raising an eyebrow.

"Hell yes I'm here, Ben! Come siddown, and I'll tell it to you, too!"

"No time, Top, sorry. Ares has issued a blanket order for the platoon to rest. We move out at 0500 with the rest of these Marines. Something big's gonna happen soon."

"Aw, that's too bad, Ben. Y'know, sometimes you 'n' Lee have got to get your heads out of your ass and have some fun. You might lighten up a bit."

"Duly noted, Top. But now isn't the time for that. You don't look good, sir. Oughta get some rest."

"Suppose you're right. It's been three days. See ya'll in a few hours."
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Orannia Outskirts

Staff Sergeant Thamus crouched in the brush, looking across the field into the town Lannick, a suburb of Orannia, with his magnifier. He heard heavy footsteps nehind him, then Ares slid into a crouch next to him. "Okay, tactical plan," he started. "First Squad is moving from the northwest, on our right flank, connected to Fourth Platoon. Lee's got the center, coming in directly from the north. You've got the hardest job. See that APC at the east end of town?"

Ben nodded. "I assume that's our attack vector?"

"Indeed. A mechanized squad and a regular infantry squad. I hope Jason's psyched, 'cuz he'll have point."

Ben smiled. "Indeed, sir. You can count on me."

"I always could," Ares jumped up and ran back into the woods, towards the church that was serving as a company staging area.

"All units, this is Fox Six. Gilgamesh. I say again, Gilgamesh."

"Gilgamesh" was the code-word for the assault to begin.

"Delta One, this is Delta One-Six. Attack designated targets, go, go, go!"

Ben waved his arms, and the twelve men of his squad jumped up and sprinted out of the woods and across the field.

"This is Delta One-Three Charlie. Eliminating target, Alpha Papa Charlie," said jason on the comm. Ahead, Jason and his team dropped to a crouch, and one - Ben recognized Corporal Tiduos - unslung a LAW and fired. The deafening crack! was the first sound throughout the assault. The APC exploded, and all of Third Squad opened up on the infantry.

"This is One-Three. Contact! Contact!" Ben shouted.

"One-One here, no contacts on the right flank. Rolling in now, over."

"One-Two here. Heavy contact. Engaging, over."

"This is One-Six. One-One, move in and roll up the tangoes' flank engaging One-Two, over."

"Roger that. One-One will engage. Out."

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Staff Sergeant Synair was taking no chances, and he watched as his teams darted between houses as they headed towards their targets.

"This is One-One Alpha. Contact front," said Lundy.

"Roger that, Alpha. Engage contacts. Delta One-One, engage at will, over."

Alex's team leaders acknowledged the command, and a dozen cracks! sounded.

"This is One-One Alpha. Two dozen tangoes at front, a dozen more moving up on our right! Over!"

"One-One Bravo, displace and protect Alpha's flank, over."

"Bravo here. Moving to engage, over."

Sanol and his men dashed across the street and positioned themselves at the corner of a house, firing at the incoming regular squad.

"This is One Alpha. All targets down. Moving to support Bravo, over."

"Roger that, Alpha. One-Two, this is One-One. Tangoes are down. You are free to move, over."

"Roger that, One-One. Already moving, over." Alex looked down the street and saw Lee's squad dashing across the intersection to help Lundy and Sanol. Alex turned to Sergeant Bradley, whose team was still with him. "C'mon. Let's move across the field there and hit 'em from the rear."

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"This is One-Three. Targets on the left flank are down. We are moving to flank the enemy, over."

"Roger that. One-Three. Delta One, this is One-Six. New target assigned to us. There is a farmhouse up the road about a quarter click. We take the house and await further orders. Squad leaders, acknowledge, over."

"Roger that," was the response.

"This is One-One, with One-One Charlie. We are approaching enemy from behind. Lift fire, over."

"Roger that, One-One. Lifting fire, over," said Lee, Lundy, and Sanol.

A few sharp cracks sounded from down the street. "This is One-One. Enemies in the street are down, but we are taking fire from houses, over."

"Roger that, One-One. Hold and we will clear," said Lee. "Assault team, clear these houses!"

"Roger that, sarge!" shouted Sergeant Allen, the assault team leader. He slung his rifle and pulled out his heavy submachine gun and positioned buddy teams at the doors of two houses. "Two Charlie, breach and clear!"

There was a crash, and several automatic cracks from one of the houses. "Buildings clear! Three enemy Kilo. Moving on, over."

"This is One-Six. One-Three, move on to objective. One-One and One-Two, clear this area, over."

"Acknowledged," said Ben. His squad moved across the rest of the field towards the farmhouse in the distance.

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Sergeant Bradley and PFC Morris broke down the door to the final house and sprayed the foyer with automatic fire from their submachine guns. Two thuds sounded as the bodies of two regulars hit the floor, and two cracks snapped from the next room. Corporal LeFaye and Lance Corporal Shert dashed through the doorway, past Bradley and Morris, and tossed a frag grenade into the next room. It exploded, spilling wood chips and dust into the foyer. No more fire came from that room.

"This is One Charlie. House clear, over!"

"Roger that, One Charlie. One-One, regroup in the street, over."

Outside, First and Second Squad gathered around their squad leaders. "Delta One-Six, this is Delta One-Two. Objective Gilgamesh Alpha is cleared, over."

"Roger that, One-Two. One-One, One-Two, move on to Objective Enkidu Alpha, over."

"Roger that." Cracks had been reverberating from the farmhouse ahead for several minutes. But now, they were fading away.

"This is One-Three," Ben said. He was panting. "Objective Enkidu Alpha is cleared. We have...one Kilo, one Whiskey. Over."
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CHAPTER XXVIII

Orrania Outskirts

Corporal Goldstein, one of the platoon medics, zipped up the body bag containing PFC John Moranus, the private of Third Squad's assault team. Deadhead, the wounded man of the squad, was poking the bandage wrapped around his beiceps.

"Deadhead! Quit poking it, you dumbass! The bio-gel's gonna heal it in an hour unless you keep that up!" Goldstein shouted.

"Sorry, Goldy. Habit."

Staff Sergeant Thamus was talking to Sergeant Garnett, who had been Moranus's team leader. "Not your fault, Jason. Forget about it."

"Stupid, stupid, stupid. I should've banged the room!"

"That might not have saved him. Either way, it's over now, and you've got to forget about it. It could have been you taking a shotgun shell to the face."

Jason looked up. "So, are you saying better him than me? Is that really better?!"

"No, Jason, no. Just pointing out that war is chance. War has no rules. It's an entity unto itself. A game, where a roll of the dice chooses who lives and who dies. It's out of your hands, Jason, so quit bitching and get off your ass!"

Jason shook his head, then grabbed his rifle and walked back over to his team. Ares and Gunny Calahan walked up to the farmhouses.

"Okay! Squad leaders, on me!" Alex, Lee, and Ben gathered around. "New orders in from Captain Mitchell. There's another homestead just up the road, in sight of the city proper. We take out the squad stationed there, and then we jump off at Codeword Enkidu. Platoon in line formation, fire teams of your choice on point. Move!"

"First Squad, prepare to move out!"

"Second Squad, on me!"

"Third Squad, saddle up!"

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Lundy and his fire team had point for First Squad, with Crazy Aster on the actual point of the formation. Lundy continuously scanned the horizon with the Long-Ranger.

"Contact front!" Aster shouted. He dropped prone, firing at the regulars ahead. As expected, they were fully alert, and moved into firing positions within and outside the houses immediately.

Lundy's Long-Ranger cracked. "Tango down." He shifted aim and fired again. "Tango down."

"This is One Bravo. Moving past Alpha into Objective Gilgamesh Bravo."

Sanol and his team sprinted past Lundy and his team and halted against the wall of a house. "One Charlie, moving up," said Sergeant Bradley, who likewise moved past Lundy and his team.

"This is One-Three. We've got the house on the right side of the road, over."

"This is One-Two, moving past One-Three to the last house, over."

"Roger that." Alex suddenly slammed to the gorund next to Lundy. "Lundy, move your team up to the first house with Dutch."

Lundy nodded. "One Alpha, up and move!" Alex followed them.

"This is One-Five. Breach and clear, over," said Wraith's voice.

"Roger that, over," came three responses. "Bradley, in, in, in!" Alex shouted.

"Roger that," Bradley and LeFaye both smashed open the door with their rifle butts, then Lance Corporal Shert proceeded to toss in a frag grenade. Once the grenade exploded, Morris and LeFaye ducked inside, aiming their submachine guns. "Building clear!"

"This is One-One. Building clear, over."

There were several cracks from the other houses. "This is One-Two. Clear, over."

"This is One-Three. Target building is clean, over."

"This is One-Five. Roger that, Delta One. Regroup at Building Charlie, over."

Ares and Wraith were already there when they gathered around.

"...gamesh Bravo secure, over," Ares was saying.

"Roger that, Delta One-Six. Hold position and await orders, over."

"Okay, First Platoon! Prepare for assault! Squad wedges, like we trained! Move!" Ares ordered.
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CHAPTER XXIX

The next few minutes were tense, as the Marines waited in total silence for the one word that would loose their fury upon the city below. Finally, after twenty minutes, the comm crackled.

"This is Fox Six to all units. Enkidu. I say again, Enkidu."

That was it.

The platoon wordless rose to its feet and sprinted across the last few dozen meters of field to the fringes of the city proper.

"This is One-Six. Three streets, three squads. One, left. Three, right. Two, center. One-Five, with One-One. One-Two, I'm with you. Move."

The squads split up to cover their respetive streets. Alex glanced at the map uploaded to his HUD. These three streets linked up again at an intersection about half a click up the street. "This is One-One. Split into teams and clear these buildings!"

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Sergeant Lundy's team moved up to the first door and prepared to breach. They heard movement inside. "Carr, breach in the door with me. Aster, Idiot, go in. Ready?" They nodded. "Go!" Carr and Lundy slammed the butts of their rifles into the door, smashing it inwards. Aster pulled out his custom-made heavy submachine gun and ducked in immediately, spraying the wall with fire. The two men standing behind an overturned table dropped instantly.

Erikson ducked in behind Aster, and moved to secure the room to the left of the foyer. Corporal Carr hit the wall next to him. "Okay, Idiot, let's go."

Erikson groaned. "I wish you wouldn't call me that."

"Too bad, Idiot. Your own fault you got an easy-to-pronouce nickname."

Erikson just shook his head and moved through the entrance into the room. A figure moved behind the kitchen counter. Erikson fired, and the man dropped to the floor.

"Room clear!" Carr shouted. Carr moved into the next room.

"Clea'!" came a shout across the house.

"Building clear! Team, move to the next building!" Lundy ordered.

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Sergeant Sanol hit the wall next to the door and listened closely. He heard frantic shouts inside. "Okay, team, prepa-"

Suddenly, Gunny Calahan and Staff Sergeant Synair hit the wall next to him. "Having fun yet?" Wraith asked.

"Not yet, Gunny."

"Well, I want some. Move." PFC Isis moved out of the wall and Wraith pulled out a shotgun. "Love this damn thing." He blasted the hinges of the door and kicked it in with his boot.

"DOWN OR YOU DIE!" he bellowed, firing a blast into the ceiling. There were several frantic cries and screams, and three bodies hit the floor. There were heavy footsteps coming down from the second floor.

"In, in, in!" Sanol shouted, and his team moved in to secure the room. Wraith positioned himself at the doorway nearest to the stairwell. Alex courched beside him.

"Was that really necessary? You couldn've killed someone, likely a civilian."

"Rule #33: There is no such thing as an innocent civilian. Now shut up and get your gun up."

The footsteps were just about on top of them when Wraith swung around the corner of the wall and blasted one full in the face with his shotgun. The man didn't even get a chance to cry out before he died and hit the floor. The second VPA soldier lost his nerve immediately, threw down his rifle, and ran for it. Wraith casually pumped the shotgun and fired again, peppering the man's back with shotgun pellets. The man moaned on the ground. Wraith strode over and casually pulled out one of his .45s and put a bullet in the dying man's head.

Behind him, Sanol and his team rushed up the stairs, and several cracks were heard.

"If I was a man of God, I would say 'Jesus fucking Christ!' you bastard," Alex said venemously.

"Better to kill him than let him bleed out in pain. You'll get over it, so quit bitching. I'm sick and tired of it."

"Gonna put a bullet in my head, too?"

"Not while you're a Marine."

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Sergeant Bradley approached the doo cautiously. He heard the distinct sound of a rifle cocking. "Shert, breaching charge. Morris, LeFaye, in with me."

Shert placed a small, square-shaped device on the door handle, which violently exploded seconds later, shattering the door into peices. "Morris, bang it!"

Morris tossed in a flashbang, which blinded the surviving regulars inside. bradley and LeFaye moved in, cutting them down with automatic fire from their submachine guns. "Clear! Buddy teams! Clear the house!"

The assault team split into buddy teams, as usual, and cleared the rest of the house. There were no more enemies.
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