hey all,
This has been going on for a while, and Idav and I (the writers of this wonderful story) are proud of it. I hope you like reading, because there is alot of it
Whats it about?IdAV and I are part of a clan, -|SiT|-, of which I am leader and founder of. Our clan has been split between two timezones, and so we made 2 squads. Soldiers In Training: American/Australian Forces, and Soldiers In Training: European Forces. Therefor, in this story, you may here about /eF and /aF, those are our squads. These storys are ideas that my clanmate and I made up, and the story has evolved to include our whole clan (or most of them anyway...).
Enjoy!
PT1Survival.
Two soldiers in parachutes suddenly jumped out of a helicopter somewhere over Bravo base. It was near dawn, and their red coloured flack jackets gave them a good camoflouge against the bright redish sky as the sun began to go down. Four Bravos patrolled the area, not even bothering to check the sky for enemies - a bad mistake, and they will regret it soon enough.
"SP, we're nearing LZ in t-minus 10, any more comments?"
"No QB, we're clear to go from Command, they'll never know what hit'em."
10 seconds later, a several burst of fire came from the skies and hit the four Bravo soldiers unawares. On top of them landed the two red jacketed men. The one called QB kneeled, felt each man for a pulse. When he was done, he turned to the other man - SP, and said. "LZ cleared sir."
SP replied."Tell the chopter to land and unload the rest of our squad. We'll cover their ass from here if any more Bravos get out of their base." With that, QB sent the message and followed SP towards some bushes in front of Bravo base, then kneeled, scoped and waited.
Back on that helicopter that the two men came from, six -|SIT|- men sat ready, while two pilots upfront guided the helicopter to the LZ.
Suddenly, the second of the two pilots frowns fusturatedly as he saw the readings on the board in front of him. He then whispered something into the ear of the first pilot. The pilot cursed, and within seconds after that a alarm sounded from the main boards, and the computer kept repeating "Target locked on! Target locked on!" As the two pilots fought to take the helicopter off the course of the missile, the rest of the men in the back sat stiff - because that was the way it had always been the moment they joined AaF. Australian-american Armed Forces. AaF was only a small branch of the expansive Spec.Ops army the mercinary group -|SIT|- provided, and these men knew it too - all the more cause to do their job well, even if it meant death. So when the missile finally struck them from behind the helicopter, none of the men even flinched as the explosion slowly reached them, as man by man, the explosion ate them up in a big ball of flames.
Watching from below, SP - Sarge - groaned as he watched the helipcopter erupt in flames through his binoculars. QB, Q-BaN, or Q, asked from his scoping position. "What's up Sarge?"
"We've just been left behind, helicopters been taken down."
"Sh*t."
"We still have the element of suprise though, supposing Bravo team would expect us to be dead - all of us."
"How are you so sure of that Sarge...for all we know, they could be waiting for us inside their base right this moment."
"Q, learn to trust your instincts...mine tells me we can't go back now, it's fight, or die trying..."
"...you leave me no choice Sarge...
Let's move then!"
The two men disappeared through the bushes, the Bravo sniper a top of a tower at Bravo base never got his chance to get a clear shot at either men - but their presence will be notified to all Bravo men immediately, and without hast.
PT2As sarge reloaded his M4, he thought of a plan. "Q, if we go out in the open, that snipers gonna take us down". "yeah, and spraying him would only make those bravo f*ckers a little more angrier" Q-ban replied. "Who says a challenge ain't fun" Sarge said with a chuckle, and he left Q-Ban in his bush while he went to the ladder onto the roof of the bravo base. "I'm gonna take this guy out, and as soon as i do, those *******s below me are gonna swarm out of that door. I want to to take as many of them out, and call in to -|SiT|- HQ and get them to bring in eF ASAP" Sarge said through his radio headset. "Got It Sarge" Q-Ban replied. Sarge switched of the safety an his M4, and switched it to single fire. The Bravo sniper, unaware that Sarge was coming for him, had been informing his commander of movement in the bushes near the entrance of thier base. "Get ready Q, They know your there" Sarge whispered. Sarge then crouched and aimed the M4 at the sniper infront of him, and fired one bullet into the back of his head. There was a shaking earthquake as Bravo swarmed out of the entrance of their base. "FIRE AT WILL" said a bravo commander, and then the air filled with bullets. There was a voice over Sarge's headset. "-|SiT|- HQ, this is Alpha team one, we need reinforcements ASAP". It was Q-Ban. "We copy that Alpha one, eF is on their way, hang out till arival, over." was the reply.
PT3As the Bravo men rushed out the door, Q had only nano-seconds to pray before the first of many rounds of bullets reached the bush around him. "Jesus Christ!" Q shouted into the headset. "You're asking for it Bravo!"
He then stood up, aimed his AK and began firing while Bravo soldiers struggled to see Q against the dawning sun.
In a matter of minutes, Q was able to contain the first onslaught of Bravo men. He knew he had to act quick, because in a matter of minutes more Bravos will rush out for a secondary wave.
Sarge, on top of the tower, hostered the sniper's BARRET and slid down the ladder to regroup with Q at the front doors to Bravo base.
"Nice work mate...now just how longer are we gonna have to wait for eF to reach us?"
"Not soon enough." Q shook his head smiling.
"...Q...don't even think about it..."
But Q ignored Sarge and began walking towards the front entrance, kicked open the door...
"BOOOOOOM!"
"Q!" Shouted a suprised Sarge, as he ran over to a fallen Q.
"Don't worry bout me Sarge.....worry about your back!"
Sarge turned around just intime to side step a Bravo trying to tackle him, and taking out his m4, sprayed the other as the Bravo tried to take out his M4A1.
Sarge turned around and replied. "Done"
"Well...
...you missed one"
As he took a punch at the Bravo who landed beside him when Sarge side stepped the man. Pulling Q to his feet again, Sarge turned around just intime to see a fresh wave of Bravo men grouping behind the entrance - all with their LAWs pulled out.
With Q weaponless and Sarge caught unprepared, their only choice was to put their hands up and hope for the best.
PT4"Ok Sarge" said Q, "Now Were ****ed". The only thing sarge had on him was a nade, but everyone was watching, and he knew they'd be pork stew if they moved. "hahahha" laughed the Bravo commander. Sarge looked at the face, but he was blinded by the light. "The men who tryed to take over my plans, now pissing themselves at the entrance of my base" he said. "First off asshole, I'm saving my piss for your face when I beat you down, and second...Go to hell" Said Sarge. And in a split second, he had pushed Q-Ban out the door, and grabbed the grenade from his belt. He hit the floor, and pulled the pin on the nade, hurling it back through the door. There was a yell and a scream, and then BOOM! The fround shook, and dirt and rubble flew out the entrance of a now destroyed bravo base. Sarge got up, helping Q-Ban up, and they surveyed the scene.
"I know that voice from somewhere" said sarge, puzzled. "What The..." Q-Ban said. Just then, eF soldiers surrounded Sarge and Q-Ban. "Your a bit late, Black Dragon" Sarge said. "But theres survivors in there, I know it" Sarge added. And he sat down, and rolled a smoke. Q-Ban was debriefing Black Dragon, while the rest of eF went and made sure the building was empty. Dutch Sniper, one of the eF soldiers, yelled out, and appeared carring a body. "Sarge, You'd better see this" Dutch said. Sarge got up, and looked at the body. "Is it dead?" Sarge asked. Then he saw the face. "Oh My ****ing Sweet Mary Mother of Christ" Sarge said. Q-ban and Black Dragon ran over. "What The **** is goin on Sarge?" Black Dragon asked. "That man" Sarge yelled, but he didn't finish. The body coughed and choked, and Sarge helped him to his feet. "Michal Marcinkowski" Sarge said, and the body nodded. "What The Hell are you doing commanding Bravo team" Q-Ban said, as he searched the guy for weapons. "Because you ****ers are taking over everything, and I can't let that happen!". Michal then chuckled, and snatched Sarge's Socom from its holder on his hip, and Aimed it at Sarge's head....
PT5"Hold it right there Michal - you don't want to be doing that..." Shouted Q from behind him as Q too aimed his AK at Michal's head. DS and BD followed Q and did the same thing. Michal looked around, and back again at Sarge. "This is the end I guess, but you're coming with me m*thfker!" And with that, Michal made a sluggish attempt to pull the trigger - only to find there were no more ammunition within the pistol.
"SH*T!" Was the last word that ever came out of his mouth as Q, DS and BD all pulled their triggers at the same time.
And with that, blood splattered all over Sarge.
"Guys, can you mind to keep it down a bit?"
The three men shrugged.
Three minutes later, the eF reinforcement squad jogged back out of the base, one of the soldiers was holding a severly injured man.
"Who is that, soldier?" Asked Dragon, as the soldier carrying the man neared him. "I don't know, take a look yourself, sir."
Dragon, DS, Q and Sarge all went over to see the man.
"Oh my...it's...Wraith!" Said Dragon, who suddenly burst into tears.
Sarge comforted him, Q ordered Dutch to find a medic.
Q kneeled beside Wraith's body. "What did I tell you...you should've stayed in SIT.."
Moments later, when all eyes were on the approaching -|SIT|- helicopter, Wraith began to cough just as the medic began giving him treatment to his wounds. "Sup...[cough]...sup guys...Wraith reporting to duty, sir..." As he turned his head to look at Sarge. "I'm sorry...I failed you Sarge. I should've known better..."
"No...it's not to late my fellow soldier...
....NOOO!" Wraith suddenly spit out a pool of blood, and his head hit the ground hard.
"Sir, Wraith has lost pulse, Im sorry.."
Dragon stood up and yanked the medic by the collars. "This isn't what we trained you for soldier - we trained you to save our men, and not say that you're sorry!" And with that broke into tears again.
"We've gotta leave now, Dragon, if you're a true soldier - listen!"
Sarge said to Dragon as he reached for his weapons, and walked towards the helicopter that already landed. Dutch pulled on Dragons shirt, and Dragon nodded, dropping the medic back onto the ground. With that, the rest of eF joined BD and hopped onto a second helicopter.
Q stayed behind for a bit, and closed Wraith's eyes with his hand, praying to god that Wraith could be spared in heaven. With that, he stood up and joined Sarge on the first helicopter as it began to take-off into the sunset.
After an hour of flying in the helicopter, -|SiT|-aF/eF teams finally reached the destination for their next mission. Because the settings that existed in the jungles of the Amazon made landing near impossible for a helicopter, thus the pilots could only hover over a small river as one by one the soldiers slid down the ropes and onto the swampy ground below.
"I don't like the looks of this...." Black Dragon commented as he walked over the muck in disgust.
"Just get over it kiddo." Replied Dutch as he walked ahead to scan the area.
"Hey you two! Yeah, you and you, go with Dutch to scan the area out.
Rest of the eF, stay here with me - we'll wait for the signal for go." Shouted Dragon, ignoring the remark.
Joining the rest of eF, Q and Sarge walked over to Dragon.
"Looks like you got the touch of a real commander eh Dragon? I'm glad I chose the right man for the job." Said Sarge. Q also gave Dragon a slap on the back. "The mans right, you are a hell of a captain, good luck to your squad, you're gonna need it."
"He's right Dragon, we're not up against any ordinary Bravos this time around...they've got trained men stationed everywhere...we're gonna need good strategies to win this time around...."
"...Sarge, Q, I know you guys mean well, but I can handle it myself..."
"Fine, you don't have to listen to us, but at least let us back you up, alright?" Said Sarge.
"Whatever."
With that, Dragon went to group with the rest of his eF men.
Q and Sarge walked over to set up their camp for the night.
"Dragons getting to self-confident...I'm afraid that will be his weakpoint..."
"I know...but he makes such a good commander...."
"...a good commander indeed, but having weaknesses may cause the death of him and his men..."
"....if that's the case..."
"..looks like we are really going to have to back him up..."
"Right."
After 5 minutes, a sweating Dsniper came rushing back. "Damn it, we got ambushed, the two men you sent with me saved my life....they were taken down though."
"Dutch, calm down, how many men where there?"
"They...they, came down on us like they knew how to fly...and as fast as they came, they were gone already..."
"That can only mean one thing....." Dragon paused, and looked at the unpacking men around him.
"...Attention men!"
The soldiers stopped moving a looked at him.
"We have a change of plans, we are no longer waiting until tomorrow to strike. The enemy knows we're here already, and we must strike fast if we wish to leave this place alive."
Dutch could only look at Dragon as if he wascrazy...
PT6Within ten minutes after Dragon's order to pack-up, all of eF was standing ready in pairs.
"Now everyone, remember your partners - I don't want to be losing men becuase some kid can't count up to 10, got it?" Shouted Dragon.
"Yes Sir!" Was the response from the men.
"Alright then, my squad will head north, and then turn onto a less used path towards insertion point alpha, while Sargeant Dutchs squad will move west, and attack the enemy head on. We have no room for errors, got it?
Now let's move!"
The group of eF men began to seperate themselves into the squads, and began following their own leaders towards their objective.
Back in their own tents taking a nap, Q woke up to the noise of eF leaving camp. Rushing towards to Sarge's tent, he quickly ushered him out to get armed.
"Wtf Q, I thought we had this settled - we're leaving them alone like Dragon insisted!"
"Shhh...I just have a feeling things aren't going to go as smoothly as the think it will......there is no way Bravo team is going to play hide and seek with us....something is very very wrong."
With that, Q left Sarge hanging, and left to grab his trusty ak-barret-law-knife combo and went jogging slightly behind Dutch's assault squad.
Back in his tent, Sarge shook his head.
"Just great...now I'll never get my beauty sleep..."
He stood up, forced open the tent flaps and also went to retrieve his steyr-knife-nade combo and ran after Q.
PT7 (New! July 18, 2006)After a whole hour of jogging through the thick jungle forest, Dutch raised his hand for the men to stop behind him.
He crouched.
The men followed.
Taking out his BINO, he scanned the little clearing ahead of him to make sure it wasn't a death trap.
Five minutes behind Dutch's eF squad, Q and Sarge were panting as they finally reached the same clearing as Dutch - only to be found alone in the jungle.
"Wtf Q, I told you this was a bad idea after all."
"Sarge please..."
"Damn it, bloody hell! Now what the F*k do we do mate? We have no men to back us up, we have only limited ammo, and now..."
Suddenly the sky began to be covered by clouds, lighting struck and rain began to fall on their tunics.
"....and now even god thinks you screwed up!"
"Dam it, DAM IT! Can you just let me think for a sec Sarge...?"
Q then took out his GPS - they were god damn 2km off of where Dutch's squad is.
"**** Sarge, you have to see this."
"We're so damn screwed."
On the other side of the jungle, Black Dragon and his own squad also reached the clearing, only that they were on the very tip of it.
"This is it men, we either take out the sentries across from these clearings, or we're going to have to make a very loud escape."
Nods came from around the squad.
"Alright, all artillery personnels please head up to the front so we can bombard the sentries!"
The LAW men quickly rushed forward, planted themselves to the ground - and fired.
Bravo team immediately called for back-up, and in a matter of minutes, they had the sentry which was under seige by BD reinforced and ready for the oncoming onslaught...but what was unknownst to them was that this was perfect the opportunity Dutch's squad was waiting for.
Dutch, on hearing the explosions, knew what it exactly meant. Signalling to his men in mere seconds, they gathered themselves single filed and sprinted across the clearing towards their only opportunity to break Bravo Defenses.
PT8As swift as a shadow, Dutch and his men disappeared through the long grass and began their infiltration towards a breakthrough in Bravo Defenses. In a mere thrity seconds, they were already across the clearing and back into the jungles. Just as Dutch began to give commands to his squadron leaders, the sound of approaching Bravo men caught him mid sentence.
"Men spread yourselves! Incoming Bravos!"
In an instant, the men disappeared as they either camaflouged themselves or hid behind fallen trees.
As the sound of Bravo men came ever closer, Dutch stood up from behind his cover and put his hands up.
"There he is! Get him!" A Bravo soldier shouted as he caught sight of Dutch.
And with that, the rest of the Bravo reinforcements followed the soldier and approached Dutch without caution. Just when the Bravo men tried to surround a silent Dutch, the hidden eF men stood up and fired at the intruders.
*Gahh!* *Bam!Bam!Bam!* *Ooof* *Fhump*
The six Bravo men lay dead in a heap beside Dutch.
"Good work team!"
Suddenly out of nowhere, a bullet went flying straight at Dutch, hitting him right in the shoulder blade. Dutch's face went white with pain for a moment, and then fell towards the swampy ground. The rest of the men ducked and began to reach for cover.
"Captain!" A Alpha soldier began to rush out towards him.
*Bam!*
The Alpha soldier was, too, shot down.
"****, captain is down, what the hell are we gonna do?"
Another Alpha soldier whispered to his teammate beside him.
"I don't know Skortum..."
Another bullet hit the replying man and he slumped down.
"Sniper! ****, we need a medic here!" Shouted a frightened Skrotum.
He peeked through the piece of wood that kept him away from Bravo's line of sight and looked.
There were about six snipers high and low 30 feet away from him and the rest of Alpha team.
*Bam!*
The Bravo sniper hit his mark again.
With only three man on Alpha left alive as far as Skrotum could see, he shouted.
"C'mon lets move people, if you ain't gonna fight, I'll find someone who can!"
And with that he began spraying the snipers with his HK MP5.
Moments later, the other three men finally gathered the courage to follow Skrotum.
"YAHHHHHH!!!" The four Alpha men shouted as they reached for closer covers in hopes of gaining ground on the Bravo snipers.
Another bullet went flying, hitting the first Alpha man advancing.
Two more followed for the next two.
Skrotum ducked the fourth one as he reached for the log that was only 20ft away from the snipers.
He reached for his pouch, trying to swim for a nade to kill the sniper bstards...
...but all he found was airy nothing.
"Mother of Christ, WTF!?"
As if on que to Skrotum's question, Q and Sarge came swinging down and shot the snipers from above from the opposite direction as if they were Tarzan - only that Q landed on Skrotum and the both of them toppled over. On the other hand, Sarge landed with one foot on top of a Bravo soldier's head with such form that could've won him a gold-medal two times at the Winter Olympics.
Stepping off the man, Sarge gave the remaining snipers a suprised shot to the back of the head with his SOCOM.
"That should do that job..." And Sarge lighted his cigar.
"Dam Q, you should learn how to land properly..." Skrotum commented as the both of them brushed off the mud and soil on their uniforms.
"Well...at least you're still alive, that's the good news." Q replied with a smile.
Sarge walked towards the two.
"Enough men. Stop complaining Skrotum, if it wasn't for Q's mistake, we would've been all lying dead here together."
"What mistake Sarge? It was perfectly well planned..."
"Q just admit it..."
"What..."
While the two argued, Skrotum ran back towards his fallen squad leader, Dutch, and did some prayers.
Finally realizing Skrotum wasn't there anymore, Q and Sarge walked over to Skrotum who was crouching beside Dutch. Thankfully still alive, Dutch opened his eyes and whispered into Skrotum's ears.
Skrotum relayed the message to Sarge. "He needs a medic."
"I thought so." Replied Sarge as he contacted Black Dragon's squad, but all the response he got from BD was the crackling sound of the radio...
In Making: Part 9
