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Post by SxA Nightmare on Jun 10, 2008 22:05:34 GMT -5
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CHAPTER 1: DEBRIEFING
TARAZ KAZAKHSTAN - 17 JUNE 2013 - 2200 HOURS
"This is Delta-Zero-Four, we are in position and ready to advance."
"Rodger that Delta-Zero-Four. " Said a man sitting behind a small computer screen. "Colonel, your orders?" He asked.
"Send them in." Replied Colonel Tyzerman.
"Delta-Zero-Four, you have a green light to engage, I repeat, you have a green light to engage." Said the man behind the computer.
"Rodger that." Said Delta-Zero-Four. He was almost invisible wearing his suit in the dark of night. His suit was all black, and with a leather and Kevlar Tactical vest, filled with C4, Claymores, grenades, extra ammunition, the works. He was wearing a black tactical Helmet with Night Vision Goggles, allowing him to see perfectly.
He looked to his left, made a three with his right hand, and made the motion to advance. Then he looked right, made a two, and a five with his right hand, and made another advance motion. Three men, wearing similar suits and Delta-Zero-Four moved from a prone position in the tall grass to a crouching position. They ran as fast as they could while holding their stance, toward a small house fifty meters ahead. One man stood to the left of the door, and two stood to the right. One of them whispered Fire in the hole, into his comm link, and the breaching charge blew. The door flew off it's hinges and the three men stormed in.
"Clear!" One of them said.
"Clear!" Another said just moments after.
"All Clear!" The last said. He walked to the front door, and made a circle above his head with his pointer finger, the gesture to regroup.
Delta-Zero-Four saw the sign. He came to a crouching stance, and turned around and made the same motion. Two more men stood and made their way to the door, while Delta-Zero-Four slowly backed toward the door, making sure the enemy hadn't prepared a flank.
"What do we got?" Delta-Zero-Four said as he walked through the door, removing his night vision goggles. Beneath the goggles was a Balaclava that revealed only his eyes.
"Sir," Said one of the men, walking up to Delta-Zero-Four, who has apparently the commanding officer. "Intelligence reports put Obauri here 32 minutes ago. We arrived 29 minutes ago, and saw no one leave or exit. But the house was clear. There's no evidence even showing he was here in the first place."
"Who's the source?"
"Ah.... Just a moment," The Man said, pulling a paper out of a pocket of his vest, on the left side of his chest. "His name was.... Sergei Korbanchev. He's a Russian intelligence agent, he's been with us for about six months now."
"He's either lying to us and he's a rouge or a double agent, or his sources lied to him."
"Sir, if his sources lied to him, it could be a trap." The soldier replied.
"I agree, call in evac, ASAP."
"Yes Sergeant."
The man pressed a button on the radio on his chest and spoke into it. "This Delta-Zero-Six, requesting immediate evac."
"This is Echo-Seven-Seven-Seven, we are on route." A voice said through the radio.
The V-22 Osprey came roaring down in front of the house. The Wind and pressure it's propellers tossed around blew the roofing off the top of the house.
"Go go go!" Said the Sergeant, helping his team onboard the aircraft. "Thanks for coming so soon!" He yelled over the roar of the propellers to the pilot before sitting down.
"You call, we haul!"
Two hours Later, the V-22 Osprey set down at the Qatar Desert U.S. Military Base. Colonel Tyserman Approached the Helicopter as the team walked down the exit ramp.
"Sir." Said the Sergeant, saluting.
"Sergeant." The Colonel said back, giving a quick salute. "Come with me. You're being debriefed immediately."
"Sir? We..." But Tyserman Cut him off. No games with this Sergeant. This is serious shit that needs to be taken care of A.S.A.P. he said as he turned and began walking towards the base's interior.
"Please, sit down." Tyserman said, pointing to a large rectagular table, placed in the center of a medium sized, empty square room. The Colonel took a seat at the head of the table. "What exactly happened Sergeant?"
"Well, sir, we dropped in under heavy fire at LZ X-Ray. They were on all sides of us. As soon as we dropped in, my Twelve man squad turned into an eight man squad." The Sergeant took a deep breath.
"How many other dropped in?" The Colonel asked.
"About Two Hundred." The Sergeant replied.
"And how many already there?" The Colonel asked again.
"I don't know exactly. At least six hundred. But..." He was cut off again.
"How many made it?" The Colonel asked, now taking off his hat and scratching the back of his head.
"No one. Just us. There were about ten others, but they died later on."
"Lets go in order here Sergeant. So there were almost twenty of you?"
"Correct, Sir." The Sergeant Replied.
"So, tell me Sergeant...." But the Colonel was cut off this time.
"Sir, can you please call me Matt, or Karpinski? I was just in a non-stop three week long battle, with hundreds constantly calling me sir or sergeant, can we just..." Karpinski said.
"Sure. So Karpinski, how did they take control of the LZ, what happened?"
"Well, we were caught in a stale-mate. And No one was going anywhere. But they, they somehow got some of our technology. They had SAM Patriot Missle Sites set up, and began shooting down our Choppers. Once the choppers stopped coming, it was the beginning of the end. After the Choppers were gone, it took them two hours to overrun us. So we retreated. They forced us into a trap. A Line of 25mm Bushmaster Chain Gun Nests were set up on the Hill, a quarter mile southwest of the LZ. We ran right into them. Hundreds died instantly, others were wounded and taken prisoner. I don't even remember getting out. The next thing I could remember was just hours ago, when we assaulted the house that was said to be Obauri's current location."
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Post by SxA Nightmare on Jun 14, 2008 15:30:27 GMT -5
CHAPTER 2: NOT YOUR CHOICE
SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA - 9 SEPTEMBER 2005
1500 HOURS - 219 BRIARHURST BLVD
"It's not your decision to make!" A Boy screamed.
"It's my decision to do what's in the best interest of my children god dammit!" A Man screamed back.
"WHAT'S BEST?! WHAT'S BEST?! WE ARE AT WAR AND YOU WANT ME TO JOIN THE FUCKING ARMY? GO TO HELL!" The boy screamed again.
"It's a tradition! My grandpa was in the army! So was my Dad! So was I! So are all five of you brothers!" The father yelled again.
"And lets see what happened! You're grandpa died, and your dad lost both his legs! NICK IS DEAD! JOE IS IN THE HOSPITAL IN A COMA, AND MOST LIKELY NEVER GOING TO COME OUT! BRIAN IS MISSING IN ACTION! CHAD IS IN SURGERY FROM A GUNSHOT WOUND! YOU AND DAVE ARE THE ONLY ONES TO NEVER HAVE A PROBLEM! I'M 18 YEARS OLD! I can make my own choices!" The boy said, almost in tears now.
"I'm only 18, I don't want to die, I have dreams, I have things I want to do, and see."
"What about me? What about my dreams?" The father asked.
"Fuck your dreams! Go make them happen without getting me killed!" The boy began yelling again.
"YOU'RE STILL MY SON, AND I STILL KNOW WHAT'S BEST FOR YOU!" The father said.
"FUCK YOU! DON'T EVER TALK TO ME LIKE I'M YOUR SON AGAIN!" The boy screamed as he walked out the door, slamming it behind him.
SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA - 19 SEPTEMBER 2005
1722 HOURS - 72 DICKSON STREET
DR. GERALD GUENTHNER, THERAPIST
"So how long has it been since you've seen your father?" Dr. Guenther asked.
"10 days." The boy said.
"And why did you leave?" The Dr. ask.
"He wants me to join the army, because of family tradition. But I didn't want to. I didn't want to throw my life away. Except for my Dad and one brother, everyone in my family who has joined the army has died, or been seriously injured." the boy said.
"How many brothers have died or been injured?
Dr. Guenther asked.
"Four, as well as my grandpa and great grandpa."
The doctor whistled. "That's quite a number. I can see where you're coming from. What I would suggest is that you go, and talk to your father. Explain it to him. Spell it out letter by letter if you have to. But stay away from yelling. Make your point clear, and leave. Start off my doing it over the phone." The doctor said.
"Alright. I'll do that." The boy.
"Well, our time is up, see you again soon. Good luck." The doctor said.
"Thank you." Said the boy, and he left. He pulled out his cell phone as he left and dialed home, but got the answering machine.
"Hey, it's me, Matt, call me back. We need to talk." He said and hung up.
Matt walked into the lobby of the building, and walked to the front counter to pay the bill when a news report came on on the TV on the wall behind the desk.
"We're sorry to interrupt your current program, but this is an urgent news bulletin. A 767 Jet-Blue Passenger Plane has crashed into the suburbs of the city of San Diego. The planed crashed primarily on the streets of Berkly, Zimmerman, and Briarhurst. 3000 bodies have been found and counting. The U.S. Government has confirmed that this was an act of terrorism. Reports from the few survivors claim that the man stood up mid-flight and claimed he had a bomb strapped to his chest. When the plane's on board security attempted to take him down, he drew a knife a stabbed the guard, and then proceeded to force a stewardess to open the cockpit cabin. He attempted to fly the plane into Fort Arnold Military base, but numerous unnamed persons tried to stop him." The woman on the television said.
Once the announcement was over, Matt sprinted out the door of the building, without paying or collecting any of his belongings on the counter. When he arrived at the scene, he found that the plane was sitting on top of his house. When he found a list of the deceased persons, he found the names of his mother and father.
SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA - 19 SEPTEMBER 2005
1758 HOURS - 101 TRANSIT ROAD
U.S. MILITARY RECRUIT OFFICE
"Can I help you?" Asked a man sitting behind a desk about 50 feet from the building's entrance. He was wearing a green camouflage army uniform, black combat boots and reading glasses with a short, buzzed hair.
"I'd like to sign up." Said a man wearing a black trench coat.
"Name?" The man behind the desk asked.
"Matthew Karpinski."
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Post by SxA Nightmare on Jun 26, 2008 12:39:03 GMT -5
CHAPTER 3: UNEXPECTED DELIVERY
U.S. ARMY BASE - QATAR - 18 JULY 2013
0600 HOURS PRIMARY OPS CENTER
"Sir," Said a man in a desert colored army uniform. "Inbound chopper."
"Are there any scheduled landings for this time?" Asked the another man, apparently the Base's Commanding Officer.
"No sir." The man at the computer said.
"Call in Air Air Support. Have two Raptors escort it to the base," The Colonel said.
"Yes sir." The man. "This is the Ops Center requesting landing escorts." He said again over the loudspeaker.
"This Foxtrot-Zero-One." Said one of the pilots. "We're reading 6200x over."
"Sir, 6200x is a transport chopper, not an attack one. This isn't one of ours." Another man said, holding a paper.
"You sure corporal?" The Colonel asked.
"Positive sir."
"Escort 6200x to base." The Colonel said into the comm link.
"Rodger that. Over." Said the pilot.
"6200x, we will escort you to base. Do you read?" The pilot asked.
"I read you." Said a voice from the radio.
The Helicopter labeled 6200x landed in a vacant part of the airfield, soldiers scattered around it with arms ready to fire.
"Pilot, step out of the vehicle, or we will use lethal force." The Colonel said through a megaphone. Moments later a man dressed in a terrorist uniform stepped out of the helicopter with his hands in the air.
"What's that in his ?!" One of the soldiers said, just in time for the terrorist to push the button in his hand, and the whole helicopter exploded, throwing shrapnel everywhere.
U.S. MILITARY BASE - OUTSIDE OF TARAZ KAZAHSTAN
18 JULY 2013 - 1600 HOURS - MESS HALL
Matt and three members of his squad were sitting in the mess hall deliberating the level of bullshit their last mission was when another member of the squad ran in screaming.
"Guys! Guys!" He said, slipping on the ground as he turned into the mess hall. "Turn on the TV!" He continued as he changed the station.
"A Helicopter exploded on base today in Qatar. Military Base cameras show it was flown in by a terrorist who detonated a bomb hidden inside of the helicopter once he was removed from the vehicle. Currently, no survivors have been found.
"Shit!...... Shit!" One of the men said, stopping his feet on the ground. But before he could finish Sergeant Maeweather walked in the room and started talking.
"Corporal," He said.
"Yes sir?" Asked one of the men sitting at a table with Matt.
"You've got a delivery, it's from your wife. It's apparently for the whole squad." After he finished he exited the room.
"Come on guys, lets go check it." Corporal Waters said, sprinting towards the mail room, closely tailed by the rest of the squad.
Waters took the package out of his mail slot and tossed it around a bit. "It's heavy." He said.
"Just open it." Corporal Daniels said sarcastically.
"Okay, Okay." Waters said, pulling the top off the box.
U.S. MILITARY BASE - OUTSIDE OF TARAZ KAZAHSTAN
30 JULY 2013 - 1100 HOURS - INFIRMARY
Matt slowly open and closed his eyes, half blinded by the light searing over him by the bright lamp hanging from the ceiling. He began to moan while moving his right arm in front of his eyes.
"Ah, what happened?" He asked.
A nurse came over and said "Your squad received a package. Corporal Waters opened it, it was a bomb."
"Where's my team?" Matt asked, tried to get out of bed.
The nurse pushed Matt back down onto the bed. "You're still too weak to stand, but you team.... they, they didn't make it."
U.S. MILITARY BASE - OUTSIDE OF TARAZ KAZAHSTAN
16 August 2013 - 1500 HOURS - PRIMARY OPS CENTER
After weeks of recovery, Matt was finally back on his feet. He walked into the Ops Center rubbing the back of his head.
"Colonel." He said, Saluting.
"Good to see your awake Sergeant." Saluting in return. "Unfortunately, that's about the only good news I've heard in weeks."
"Why is that sir?" Matt asked.
"Three days ago, at 0200 Hours, Pakistan launched six Nuclear Warheads at India. Over 1.9 Billion people were killed, the only survivors we've found have severe radiation poisoning. About nine hours ago, the UK launched a counter-offensive on Pakistan, with help from France, Germany, Israel, Canada, and even Russia." The Colonel said, with a grim look across his face.
"Have they made any progress?" Matt asked.
"Unfortunately, no. They tried a quad-offensive by inserting troops into the country simultaneously from all four directions. But Pakistan has allied themselves with Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan, China, and Korea. Troops coming in from the West and North made it as far as the border. Once the fighting with Pakistani's commenced, Afghan's and Chinese soldiers flanked them from behind. A Total of Eight Million troops from the West and North, as far as we know, there were no survivors."
"What about the East and South?" Matt asked again.
"Well, the East contains high concentrations on radiation, very high concentrations. You won't die right away, but you'll get sick in about 6 hours if you get too close. We didn't think there'd be that much radiation. Twelve Million troops from the east, 5.7 million are sick or dead due to the radiation. As for the south, troops have gotten as far as Karachi." The Colonel said once more.
"Isn't Karachi practically right on the water though sir?" Matt asked.
"Pretty much, yeah." The Colonel replied. "Once allied troops landed, they were immediately under fire. Ever see Saving Private Ryan?" The Colonel asked.
"Yes sir." Matt replied.
"Think about the beginning of the movie, except our troops haven't pushed forward yet."
"If all of our allies are attacking Pakistan, and failing at it, what are we doing sir? If you don't mind me asking. And going back to the Saving Private Ryan analogy, are we pinned down on the beach head, or are we actually in the city, just pinned down before we got to far?" Matt asked.
"Well, Allied troops made it about a mile and a half to two miles into the city before being cut off. As for American troops, our entire Navy is in the Arabian Sea shelling the shit out of the city. We also have 2,000 plus aircraft providing air support. In the last nine hours, British forces in Karachi have requested Operation Broken Arrow four times." The Colonel, now staring at the ground.
"Are we going to do anything else sir?" Matt asked.
"We're not, you are." The Colonel said.
"Permission to speak freely sir." Matt said.
"Granted." The Colonel replied.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Matt asked, confused.
"Matt, you're only 26 years old, and you're already a Gunnery Sergeant, and a squad leader. We need people like you. And not only were you squad leader, but it was a US Special Forces Squad. But to get to the point. We've assigned you a new team, tomorrow at 2400 Hours, you will make your way to Pakistan. We've got some new armors and toys for you too." The Colonel said, smiling.
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Post by SxA Nightmare on Jun 26, 2008 19:18:24 GMT -5
CHAPTER 4: TACTICAL INSERTION
U.S. MILITARY BASE - OUTSIDE OF TARAZ KAZAHSTAN
17 August 2013 - 2400 HOURS - HANGER
Matt was suited up and ready to go. We walked into the hanger alongside the Colonel carrying his Magpul Masada Assault Rifle Against his shoulder, and his Knight's Armament PDW slung across his back.
"Gunnery Sergeant Karpinski, I'd like to introduce you to your squad. This Corporal Micheal Durst, Codenamed Dragon, Sniper Specialist."
Matt looked at Dragon, and Dragon went into a quick salute.
"At ease Corporal." Matt said.
"This Sergeant Greg Buono, Codenamed Zero, Demolitions expert."
"You ever have the random urge to blow the shit out outta something, you call me." Zero said. Matt smirked.
"This is Private First Class Brian Richardson, Codenamed Foster, Support unit." The Colonel announced.
"You run, I gun." Foster said.
"This is your Tech Specialist, Private Jason Fink, codenamed Rocks."
"You could come in handy...." Matt muttered to himself.
"And finally, this is Staff Sergeant Josh Demske, codenamed Scorcher. He'll be your second in command. You are the best at what you do. Hopefully the chemistry will work just as well, making you the deadliest Special Forces Unit in the World. You are Delta Team, you are the Hellraisers....."
U.S. MILITARY BASE - OUTSIDE OF TARAZ KAZAHSTAN
18 August 2013 - 0100 HOURS - MH-53 PAVE LOW
They were only six miles out from the drop zone. The drop zone was twenty-five miles into enemy controlled ground, and to make things worse, there were only six of them, and they were inserting in the dead of night.
Matt turned to his team and began talk. His voice was loud, almost like a yell, to make himself heard over the sound of the screaming Helicopter.
"ALRIGHT, WHEN WE DROP IN, I WANT A 50 YARD PERIMETER ESTABLISHED ASAP! TWO BY TWO IN AND OUT OF THE BUILDINGS, SECURE THE DROP ZONE!" Matt said, making himself heard. When he looked down, he could see the drop zone.
"ALRIGHT, LETS GO! MOVE MOVE MOVE!" He screamed, helping as his team rappelled down off the chopper.
"Alright, 50 yard perimeter, two by twos, lets go. Dragon's with me." Matt said, now shifting his voice to a whisper.
"So sir, everyone else here as a codename. You mind if I ask what yours is?" Dragon asked.
"You can call me Nightmare." Matt said.
Nightmare and Dragon walked up to a small one story house in front of them. Nightmare backed into the wall on the right, Dragon backed into the wall of the left.
"Go with the PDW, close quarters. And I wouldn't try to use that sniper in close range, this isn't a video game." Nightmare said.
Once Dragon and Nightmare had equipped their PDW's, Nightmare continued to talk.
"Kick it." He said. Dragon took two steps back, and three forwards as he kicked the door down. Both men stormed into the house ready to fire.
"Clear." Nightmare said.
"Clear." Dragon said.
"Sergeant," Both Scorcher and Zero came onto the radio. "All clear." They said.
"Alright, regroup at the smoke." Nightmare said as he pulled the pin on a small cylindrical canister. It hit the ground and green smoke began steaming out of it.
"Colonel," Nightmare said, holding his left hand to his ear to better hear the radio. "Colonel, we have secured the Drop Zone. 50 Yard perimeter at green smoke."
"Good to hear." The Colonel replied over the radio. "We'll start shipping in more and more Special Forces teams to that location. But for now, I think it would be a good idea to tell you what your armor can do as well as your weapons."
"I'd appreciate it." Nightmare said sarcastically.
"Lets start with your armaments. All of you are Carrying a Personal Defense Weapon designed by Knight's Armament in 2006. It is now standard issue to all Special Forces units in the U.S. It has the range and power of an M16, but the size, recoil, and weight of an MP5. Nightmare, Scorcher, you are using the Magpul Masada, designed in late 2006, it is the standard issue rifle of all U.S. Troops." The Colonel said.
"Yeah, we know the weapons, this armor is brand new. What can we do with this?" Nightmare asked.
"Well, each set of armor can take heavy punishment. Lets just say, if you get shot by anything less than a Rocket or missile, you won't even have a bruise. Initial field tests showed that if someone tries to stab you, the chances of the knife breaking are extremely high. You helmets have a brand new integrated HUD system. The Heads up Display shows you your vital signs, as well as the Vital signs of your team. It also shows a 3D map of the area, showing terrain and the locations of friendly and enemy units, as well as what type of unit. If it's a soldier, you'll see a soldier, if it's a tank, you'll see a tank. Due to the wireless link, you can also see how much ammo is left in the current clip of your gun. And if you gun ever jams up, it will show you were. Satellite feed is responsible for showing you enemies and friendlies on your map. But it also shows you their locations in real life. How do I put this? Pretty much, if you are looking at an enemy, and red diamond will appear over his chest, and stay their, so you can see him no matter what. Friendlies are blue diamonds. Red are enemies, blues are friendlies. Diamonds are troops, squares are tanks, circles are other vehicles, and triangles are objectives or way points. Defend the blue ones, destroy the red ones. You helmets also come equipped with a 15-led light flashlight, with a laser pointer. So if you see someone, you can pin him with the laser pointer, the satellite will track it, and update the HUD's of the rest of the Team. Oh, and your armor has shock absorbers, so if you fall out of a 4 story building, your suit will absorb most of it. It will still hurt like hell, but you won't break anything. I won't be available for quite so time. Charlie-Six-Bravo will be your operator. He'll update your HUD's with new objectives as needed." Tyserman out.
"Testing testing. This is Charlie-Six-Bravo. Do you read me?"
"We read your Charlie-Six-Bravo. What'd got for us?" Nightmare said, pacing around the team with his hand against his ear.
"The Pakistani army has brought in reinforcements. As of an hour ago, the Pakistani military, along with the Chinese, Iraqi, Afghan, Iran, and Korean armies were kicking the shit out of British Forces down in Karachi." Charlie-Six-Bravo said.
"What'd you need us to do?" Nightmare asked.
"There's a fuel depot about a mile northeast of your position. It's the main source of fuel for the vehicles that they're using at the Karachi. Fuel trucks go from that Depot to the beach head every hour or so with fuel and ammo. If you blow that depot up, it should cause enough ruckus to disrupt the attack and give British forces a chance to regroup. I'm updating your HUD's now."
"Rodger that. Delta-One out." Nightmare said.
"Charlie-Six-Bravo out."
"You guys ready?" Nightmare asked it as a general question, but stared down at Zero.
"I was born ready. Lets go blow some shit up." Zero said sarcastically, with a smile taking out his face.
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Post by SxA Nightmare on Jun 29, 2008 23:50:54 GMT -5
CHAPTER 5: BABY STEPS
PAKISTAN - KARACHI - SOUTH SIDE
18 AUGUST 2013 - 0150 HOURS
OPS TENT
The British forces were led by Captain Benedict Frasier, who was receiving orders directly from the British S.A.S. HQ back in London.
"Sir, requesting The Sounding Of the Seventh Trumpet! ASAP!!" Frasier screamed over the sound of gun fire through the COMLINK.
"Captain Frasier, This Admiral Johannes of the USS Leviathan. It's going to take some time to get into position." The Admiral said through the COMLINK.
"Sir, what's 'Sounding the Seventh Trumpet'?" An on-deck sailor asked.
"It's when friendly units have been completely overrun and require support from all possible allies. Planes, Helicopters, Ships, the works." Responded the Admiral.
Captain Frasier stood stilly inside the Ops Tent, staring at the holo-map in front of him. He saw a 3D map of the battlefield down to every detail. From the armor infantry wore to the Country Insignia on the sides of the vehicles.
"Sergeant Barone, You have hostiles bearing down on you from all sides. Get your team out of there!" Frasier said through the COM.
"Sir, we can't. We need reinforcements. We've got six wounded, and four KIA! I'm not leaving without them! Dead or Alive they're coming with me!" Barone said in response.
"Sergeant, we'll get them another time! Get your ass moving!" Frasier said, changing his tone from concerned to annoyed.
"Captain, I've been in the army for sixteen years, and in the nine of those I've been at war, in the hundreds of times I've had a man die at my side, I have not once left someone behind, and I don't plan on starting now! If my team dies, I die!" Barone said, switching off his COM.
"Sergeant! Sergeant!" Frasier screamed, and suddenly, Sergeant Barone disappeared from the holo-map.
"Shit!" Frasier muttered to himself. He went back from TEAMCOM to BATTLECOM and started talking again.
"Admiral! Where the fuck is that support!?" He yelled.
"Give me six minutes Captain. It's on it's way." The Admiral said.
The roaring sound of Plane and Helicopter Engines began. Suddnely, aircraft filled the sky. 145 F-22 Raptor Support Planes Came Bearing Down on the enemies position. Just three miles north of Captain Frasier, bombs could be heard exploding. 400 Comanche Attack Helicopters came roaring overheard, circling the area still controlled by British forces, denying access to any intruder. Then the big guns came. Seven AC-130u Gunships came rolling over the horizon. A 25mm Bushmaster Assault Cannon Firing High Magnesium Sable Rounds bombarded the enemies position. The British army went from controlling a four-square-mile drop zone to a twenty-square mile zone.
"Admiral, you saved many lives. Frasier out."
PAKISTAN - 25 MILES NORTH OF KARACHI
18 AUGUST 2013 - 0150 HOURS
500 METERS SOUTH OF FUEL/AMMO DEPOT
"Alright, here's the plan. Rocks, Foster, I want LMG support from the left side. Distract and destroy as many as you can, without getting yourselves killed. Dragon, as those two draw them out, take down as many as you can. Scorcher, you and Me will escort Zero right up to the Depot so he can plant the C4." Nightmare said.
"Why don't I just shoot a rocket at it, take it from here?" Zero asked.
"Look on top of the depot. That's an anti-projectile turret. Anything bigger than a TV remote is instantly detected and destroyed by it. hence the reason we're walking up to it and C4ing it." Nightmare said sarcastically to Zero.
"I see." Zero replied.
"Alright, on my go. MOVE!" With the yell of Nightmare, Rocks and Foster sprinted left towards a small village unloading rounds into the air towards the tank.
"Alright Dragon..... and.... NOW!" Dragon put every round into every person he saw, all headshots, all instant deaths.
"Alright, and the rest of us go.... now! Go go go!" With the last 'go', Nightmare, Scorcher and Zero sprinted head on into the depot.
"Dragon! Where's our cover!!!" Nightmare screamed into the COM running full speed, jumping over the rocks and protecting Zero.
"This thing only has so many shots per clip sir!!" Dragon yelled back.
"Reload faster god dammit!!" Nightmare hollered again.
"Fuck! It's jammed!" Dragon cried out.
"Foster! Foster, Rocks! Get your asses over here! We need Cover Fire!"
Foster and Rocks came sprinting back down towards the depot with guns blazing.
"SNIPERS!!" Dragon yelled over the sound of the gun fire. But they didn't hear him. A Sniper bullet impacted Rocks on the side of the head. It was a through and through, killing him instantly.
"Oh shit...." Foster said to himself. Frozen from the shock. It was only a quick moment before Foster lied dead beside Rocks.
"Shit! Shit!" Nightmare screamed. "Shit! Ah.... alright.... ah... Keep going! Hurry plant the C4!"
"Don't rush me!" Zero screamed.
"Too late, we're rushing you! Now fucking move your ass!" Nightmare screamed back.
"Hey, you want this to blow up prematurely and kill all of us!?" Zero asked over the roaring gunfire, stopping to look at Nightmare.
"Don't stop! If you don't hurry the fuck up we're all gonna die anyway! I'd rather die knowing I fought for something than to die for some bullshit reason!" Nightmare screamed again, out of breath and out of ammo.
"TANK!" Scorched yelled.
"Oh fuck me...." Nightmare said softly.
"Sir! Nine more tanks incoming!" Dragon said into the COMLINK.
"Fuck me sideways..." Nightmare said again. "Fall back! Fall back! Take cover!"
The four remaining members of the team found a good sized rock about two hundred meters west of the depot. Nightmare's armor had been stained with blood. Zero had sweat dripping from his face. He ha looked as if he had jumped in a pool. Dragon had a black-eye from the kick of the sniper rifle, and Scorcher had a 6-inch gash on the left side of his face across his eye.
"Shit! Shit! Zero, how many rocket's you got?" Nightmare asked.
"Four." Zero said in response.
"How many does it take to destroy a tank?" Nightmare asked, praying he only said one.
"Four." Zero said again in response.
"We're fucked...." Scorcher said.
"This is Delta-One, broadcasting on an open channel, does anyone read me?" Nightmare said into the now open BATTLECOM radio.
"This is Echo-Niner-Bravo. I read you. Over."
"Echo-Niner-Bravo, we require immediate air support. We have five tanks bearing down on our position. They are extremely hostile, and a little pissed off." Nightmare said.
"A... sir?" Dragon began. "We should probably blow the C4."
Nightmare looked to Zero and nodded. Zero took the hint and hit the switch. There was a loud explosion, and then nothing but dust.
"Do you guys hear that?" Scorcher asked.
"Hear what?" Nightmare replied.
"Exactly, nothing." Scorcher said again.
The four peaked over the rock and saw nothing. The explosion had destroyed the tanks, and saved their lives.
"And that Zero, is why we use C4." Dragon said, laughing.
"Echo-Niner-Bravo, scratch that last order." Nightmare said, his jaw and the ground as he dropped the radio. He picked it up and switched to TEAMCOM. He began to speak.
"Charlie-Six-Bravo. Objective complete. What do you want us to do? Take into advisement that we just lost two of our members."
"I'm aware. We have two units prepped and inbound to the drop zone to fill in on your next mission. Private First Class Alec Liotta, Support. And... Nakowa Charleston, Tech Specialist." ETA twenty minutes. Charlie-Six-Bravo out."
"Rodger that. Delta-One out." Nightmare looked at the others, and they took the hint. The four men, exhausted and beat, made their way back to the drop zone as quickly as they could.
PAKISTAN - KARACHI - SOUTH SIDE
18 AUGUST 2013 - 0175 HOURS
OPS TENT
Captain Frasier was still staring at the Holo-map. He was leaning on the edge of the map, his fingers pointing towards him, and his palms forwards. He took a deep breathe and closed his eyes for a moment.
The combined number of allied troops still alive in South Karachi was around 6 million people. That was nothing compared to the Terrorist army. Over 3 Billion terrorists were present in Pakistan, all ready to die.
"Captain Frasier," Said a man walking into the Ops Tent. "General Norris is on the radio. He wants a word."
"Thank you." Frasier said. He took another deep breathe and turned around and picked up the radio.
"Captain, what the fuck is going on over there? From what I've heard, half of my army is either dead or wounded."
"General, I'm doing what I can. But there's only so much I.... we can do. There's too many. I just.... We, just can't hold off that much with so little." The Captain said.
"You arrogant self-centered piece of shit. You are relieved of command of this battle. Lieutenant Clinch, you still with us?" The General said sourly.
"Yes sir." Daniels replied.
"You're in charge now." The General said.
"Thank you sir." Daniels dropped the radio and sprinted to the Ops Tent and walked inside.
"Alright, we need to change something. Our tactics obviously aren't working." Daniels said.
"Sir, what if we set up barricades here," The man pointed to a location on the map. "And here. Those are main roads into allied controlled territory. If we set up guided missile turrets, we could slow the vehicle assault. The .50 Cal's already there should take care of the rest. Once they realize we've got that way blocked off, they'll find another way."
"And the only other way is here." Daniels said, cutting off the other soldier and finishing his thought at the same time. "Those two buildings are abandoned military warehouses. They'd be hard as hell to destroy. But between them is the only other way into our zone. If we can force them into the bottleneck, we can mow them down. I want .50 Cal turrets there ASAP!" Daniels said.
PAKISTAN - 25 MILES NORTH OF KARACHI
18 AUGUST 2013 - 0180 HOURS
500 METERS SOUTH OF FUEL/AMMO DEPOT
"Sir, Private Liotta reporting."
"Sir, Sergeant Charleston reporting.
"Charleston and Liotta, eh?" Nightmare said walking in circles around the two new soldiers. "Got nicknames? Charleston and Liotta are too hard to get out quickly. Skinny, you're Striker. Sergeant, you can be Kowa."
"Yes sir." Both Kowa and Strike said in sync. They looked at each other like both of them were crazy.
"What's the plan sir?" Striker asked.
"Plan for what? Skinny...." Nightmare asked.
"Well, winning this war." Striker said, a little embarrassed.
"Baby steps Private, Baby steps." Nightmare said, lighting a cigar.
"This Charlie-Six-Bravo. We have new orders for you. Oliver Price is a British spy. One of the best in the world. He radioed in for evac, but his transmission was intercepted and he was captured by Terrorist forces. Exactly 24 hours later, Pakistan launched the Nuclear Warhead that start this whole mess. You have to track down Price, and bring him in alive. he has valuable information that could end this war right now. Command has informed me that you must keep him alive at all costs. Even if you have to sacrifice yourself. He must remain alive above all else."
"I read you." Nightmare said.
"I'd updating your HUD now. Good luck Sergeant. Charlie-Six-Bravo out."
"Rodger that. Delta-One out."
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Post by SxA Nightmare on Jul 3, 2008 1:17:14 GMT -5
CHAPTER 6: SUPER SOLDIER
PAKISTAN - 25 MILES NORTH OF KARACHI
18 AUGUST 2013 - 0195 HOURS
500 METERS SOUTH OF FUEL/AMMO DEPOT
"So how the hell are we supposed to find this Price guy? We don't even know where he is?" Zero asked.
"He updated the HUD on our armor with his location, a der..." Liotta said sarcastically.
"Hey, new guy. Why don't you take that sarcasm and shove it up your ass?!" Dragon roared, obviously defending Zero.
"Fuck you ass wipe." Liotta replied.
Kowa interrupted and started ranting about nothing. "Hey, I think we should all stop arguing and listen to me because I are so cool."
"Why don't you take your bad grammar and shove that up both your asses." Dragon continued his own rant.
"Guys." Nightmare said. but no one listened.
"Hey!" He raises his voice a little, but still nothing. He aimed his Magpul Masada in and air and fired off a few shots and began screaming.
"Shut the fuck up and listen! Our orders are to secure the package, no matter the cost! Striker, Kowa, shut the fuck up! You're both new, you shouldn't be bad mouthing anybody! Dragon, get a hold of yourself! Zero, pay some more god damn attention! Are we clear?" Nightmare asked. But there was no response. Just blank looks from everyone.
"I SAID ARE WE FUCKING CLEAR!?" He screamed again, spitting everywhere. Everyone quickly replied and went into a saluting stance.
"Pull that shit again and those terrorists will be the least of your worries..." Nightmare, beginning to walk towards the way-point on his HUD. There was a quiet 'whoosh" sound, and then a pause in the noise for a few seconds, followed by the sudden screaming.
"What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck!" Kowa yelled.
"The Sarge is hit!" Dragon screamed. "Everybody down!"
"This is Delta-Two, requesting immediate evac. Delta-One has been hit, and requires immediate medical attention. I repeat, this is Delta-Two broadcasting on an open channel." Scorcher said through the comlink.
"This is Echo-Three-Nineteen, I hear ya. ETA two minutes. Sit tight Delta-Two. Echo-Three-Nineteen out."
"Rodger that. Delta-Two out. Alright! EVAC IN TWO MINUTES! I WANT SUPPRESSIVE FIRE IN A 360 DEGREE CIRCLE! THAT MEANS ALL THE WAY AROUND!" Scorcher screamed over the sound of incoming gun fire.
The UH-60 Blackhawk Helicopter came roaring down from overhead. The propellers threw dust and dirt and sand everywhere.
"GO GO GO!" Scorcher screamed, helping everyone on board. Once everyone was seated he turned to the pilot. "All clear! Lets go!" And quickly looked out the open entry way and fired his Magpul Masada randomly, hoping to scare off enemy soldiers.
PAKISTAN - KARACHI - SOUTH SIDE
18 AUGUST 2013 - 0205 HOURS
MEDICAL TENT
"My back! My back!" Karpinski screamed.
"Shit! Shit!" The doctor muttered to himself.
"Whats wrong?" Scorcher asked.
"The bullet's lodged in his neural cavity in his lower spine. If I'm not careful, there's an 85% chance he'll never walk again." The doctor replied.
"And that other 15%?" Scorcher asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"14% he dies. 1% he lives. IF I'm not careful." The doctor said again and he ran around the room searching for tools.
"You'd better be careful then doc." Scorcher said sarcastically.
"Can you please leave?"The doctor asked. "I mean, no offense, I just need working room here.
"Sure..." Scorcher said, leaving the room. "Incompetent little bitch..." He muttered to himself as he left.
PAKISTAN - KARACHI - SOUTH SIDE
18 AUGUST 2013 - 2200 HOURS
MEDICAL TENT
"What exactly did you do?" The man asked the doctor.
"Well, you told me to do whatever I could to save him, so I tried an experimental treatment...." The Doctor replied.
"What kind, of experimental treatment?" The man asked.
"Well, it is supposed to enhance normal physical status and activities. His spinal cord was dead, so I had to try this, or he would be paralyzed for life." The doctor said.
"Yes, but what did it do?" The man asked, raising his voice now.
"Well, it's a neural enhancer. It decreases reaction time from the average of .25 seconds to .05 seconds. It increases the speed at which he can run as well, to about 20 miles per hour. His physical strength should also increase greatly. Usually it quadruples. And during his last medical check, he was able to bench press 300 pounds, so you do the math there. Oh, and he'll become more tolerant to pain as well as heal wounds faster. The average time it takes for a basic scrape or cut to heal is about a weak. Now, he should heal in about 2 days. But this is all in theory, it hasn't been tested on a human subject before." The Doctor replied.
PAKISTAN - KARACHI - SOUTH SIDE
18 AUGUST 2013 - 2200 HOURS
OPS TENT
"Lieutenant," A Man said running into the Ops Tent. "Sir, they've broken through the primary barricades. We the .50 Cal, they ran out of ammo, they hit us as we were reloading. Hundreds of men, from everywhere. No radio contact with the defense team."
"Shit." Daniels said, opening up a link of BATTLECOM. "This is Lieutenant Daniels requesting immediate Gunship Support."
"This the USS Excalibur, we read. Apache's inbound." The radiomen of the Air Craft Carrier said.
"This is Bravo-Three-Sixteen. Firing missiles.... now" The pilot said as he soared quickly overhead towards the downed defense team's position.
Hydra 70 Rockets and Hellfire missiles swooped down over the horizon. Soldiers cheered as twelve AH-64 Apaches flew overhead, destroying all in their path.
"The road is clear, good luck." The Commanding Apache Squad Pilot said over BATTLECOM, as the squadron headed back towards the USS Excalibur to refuel and rearm.
PAKISTAN - KARACHI - SOUTH SIDE
18 AUGUST 2013 - 2200 HOURS
MEDICAL TENT
"So.... he's almost like a Super Soldier?" The man asked.
"If you want to put it that way, yes, he's a Super Soldier. If... it works." The doctor said in response.
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Post by SxA Nightmare on Jul 6, 2008 23:11:56 GMT -5
CHAPTER 7: UNEXPECTED
CALIFORNIA - UNITED STATES - FORT ARNOLD
22 AUGUST 2013 - 1600 HOURS
TRAINING CENTER
"Holy shit..." Colonel Sumner said, standing up from his crouched position behind the glass.
"That glass is bullet proof right?" He asked.
"It's supposed to be unbreakable." The doctor replied, smirked with his hands behind his back.
"He cracked it...." The Colonel said. " I thought you said enhanced strength, not Hulk Super Serum."
"No, I said it never underwent Human testing, for various reasons." The Doctor said, removing his glasses. "I think he's ready for field tests."
"Are you shitting me Doctor?" The Colonel asked, raising his voice. "We can't send him on the battlefield like that, he can't tell friend from foe." There was a scream heard from inside the circle training center beneath the balcony.
"Look at him, he threw a fucking bicycle like it was a paper ball, and almost broke the so called unbreakable glass with it. God knows what he'd do to a person." The Colonel said, finishing his rant.
"Lets find out." The doctor said, pushing a button on the control panel in front of him. "Bring him in." His voice came over the loudspeaker.
A thin man, middle-eastern was brought into the room by two guards. The guards ran out as quickly as they could, slamming the door behind them.
"That's Iram Zahnavenei. He's scheduled for execution in three hours for crimes against humanity. He was the one that gave the order to fire the first nuke against India." The Colonel, you could hear the questioning sound in his voice.
"I know. Hence the reason he's here. I figured that if he's going to die, he could at least help me with my tests." The Doctor said.
"You're tests? YOU'RE, test?" The Colonel questioned the Doctor, slamming him into the glass shield, holding his collar with his right hand.
"This is a Military Project doctor. He's not your pet. He's a good soldier who had no choice but to have the procedure done." The Colonel responded to the Doctor's lack of concern for anyone or anything.
"Well that's just too bad. I'm sorry he was injured in combat, but that's not my fault. I'm the head doctor on this project, and I plan on seeing it through until the en-."
"Not anymore," The Colonel cut him off. "You're off this project, for good. And I'll see to it that you're dishonorably discharged."
"For what?" The Doctor asked.
"Crime against Humanity." The Colonel replied, quick to answer. "You're phones were tapped. Your computer was wired. Your mail was intercepted and copied. I have Documents, stating that you were the one who provided the Terrorists with the Information that led to the Assault on Israel."
"What Assault on Israel Colonel? Are you mad?" The Doctor replied questionably.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about Doctor." The Colonel said, shoving his 9mm Pistol against the side of the Doctor's head.
"Now you get out of here." The Colonel said, throwing the Doctor to the floor.
The Doctor stood, brushed off his white lab coat, opened the door, and walked down the hall, while a man came through a store room door within the room.
"What happened during the Assault on Israel?" The man asked.
"2009. A Peace conference between all the Mid-East Muslim Countries and Israel. They were signing a treaty when Middle Eastern Forces attacked the country. It was covered up with a Weapons Testing Facility that went awry. All Israel, gone in a second. The Doctor fed false information to the Middle-East. He said that Israel was planning to attack all the major Muslim countries following the conference. Naturally, they listened, and figured they would strike first. But Israel had no intentions. The man, is responsible for the deaths of Millions." The Colonel said, hands on the table in front of him, elbows locked, head down.
"Why don't you say something?" The man asked.
"Blackmail. I received a strange email one day. I don't know who it was from, but they said that if I wanted my family to live, I would keep my mouth shut. Nothing has happened so far. But I plan on bringing him down, soon. I haven't seen my family since that email, mainly because I was transfered to this base. But I've talked to them on the phone everyday since that night. But anyway, lets see what happens to Iram here." The Colonel said, pushing a button that released the barrier between Karpinski and Iram.
"Holy shit!" The man screamed as he watched Karpinski kill Iram. "I've heard the expression 'I'm going to beat you to death with your own severed limbs', but I've never actually seen it. He just ripped off Iram's arms and literally beat him to death with them Jesus christ! The man finished, shaking in disgust.
CALIFORNIA - UNITED STATES - FORT ARNOLD
22 AUGUST 2013 - 1800 HOURS
TRAINING CENTER
Six mean walked into the circular training center that housed Sergeant Karpinski. The six of them were led by Colonel Sumner. All were carrying tranquilizers.
"Sorry Matt." The Colonel said just before he shot Nightmare in the neck with three tranquilizer-darts. "General's orders." He finished his statement as Nightmare hit the ground, unconscious.
CALIFORNIA - UNITED STATES - FORT ARNOLD
22 AUGUST 2013 - 1800 HOURS
CRYO CENTER
"Are you sure this is a good idea sir? What if it doesn't work?" Sumner asked.
"It'll work." Replied General Hoss. "Don't worry." He turned to look at one of the engineers and said "Hit it."
The large white tube-like object that Nightmare was housed inside of began to close, discharging smoke as it did. It was a Cryo-Tube. Nightmare was to be placed inside until they could perfect, or cure the serum he was given.
SAN DIEGO- CALIFORNIA - UNITED STATES
19 AUGUST 2013 - 2200 HOURS
212 STARKER RD
"I'mmmmmmmm homeeeeeeeeee!" Colonel Sumner said as he walked through the front of the home he hadn't been to since 2009. To see the family he hasn't seen in years.
"Stacey? Kids? I'm back!" But there was no answer. He walked into the living room, the walls and floor and ceiling were covered with blood. But no people. The Colonel dropped his bag and drew his 9mm Pistol from it's holster on the right side of his hip.
The Colonel slowly walked up the stairs with the gun at the ready. He opened the first door on his left, nothing. Then the second door on his left. Still nothing. He opened the first door on his right, and still nothing. He came to the end of the hall where the last door was, the door to his bedroom. He slowly opened it to see the bodies of his family. His two sons, his two daughters, and wife, all naked, tied to chairs, with their eyes sewn shut, and mouths taped with ducktape.
The two boys, fifteen and sixteen years old, single shot to the head. Both girls, thirteen and seventeen, multiple shots to the chest. His wife, thirty six, suffocated.
The Colonel lowered his gun to his side, ran his left hand through his hair, tears falling his eyes. There was a silence for a moment, followed by a loud bang that echoed throughout the neighborhood, then silence again.
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Post by SxA Nightmare on Jul 11, 2008 20:59:00 GMT -5
CHAPTER 8: LIKE A BARREL OF MONKEYS
CHEYENNE - UNITED STATES - FORT HAMMOND
16 JULY 2030 - 1200 HOURS
CRYO CENTER
Steam poured out of the sides of the large white canister, they made a hissing sound. The sound was followed by another sound, like a vacuum sucking all of the air out of the canister. There was another hissing sound as the canister opened. A man in a white lab coat walked by with a clipboard. He heard a sound, and looked to his left to see the canister opening, and quickly sprinted towards the door. He hit a large red button next to the door, and an alarm sounded, and every door in the facility locked itself tight.
A man climbed out of the canister, and rubbed his head. He could hardly see, he could hardly stand, and he could hardly talk. He heard a knocking sound, and looked all around. When he looked up he a glass shield overlooking the room he was in. There was a man dressed in a Blue Uniform was many pins on the left side of his jacket. He wore black dress shoes with blue pants and a black Dress Hat issued by the Military. To his right and his left were two guards. Both dressed in standard issue Green Camouflage uniforms holding M4 Assault rifles with ACOG rifle scops, a strap, flashlight and laser sight.
"Wh... Where.... am, am I?" The man asked, he could hardly talk.
"You're at Fort Hammond Military Base. A Missile Silo and bomb shelter located beneath Cheyenne Mountain. I am Major General David O'Neil."
"How, How did I get here?" The man wondered, now able to speak a bit better.
"You were escorted here by both the United States Air Force, and Army." The General replied.
"Why, why can't I see." He asked, rubbing his eyes.
"This is going to be a bit of a shock, but you have been in Cryo-Stasis for the past 17 Years." The General said softly, and slowly.
"Seven....teen? Seven..teen? Seventeen, ye...years?" He asked.
"Yes." The General replied, a bit embarrassed.
"So I was in Cryo-Stasis for 17 years. Why the fuck was I in Cryo-Stasis for 17 years?" The man asked.
"In 2013, you were shot. The only way to save your life was through an experimental treatment. It was supposed to increase you strength, speed, dexterity, and intelligence. It worked a little too well, and you became a threat. So we put you in Cryo-Stasis until we could find a cure."
"I feel fine." The man said sarcastically, throwing his arms to the sides. "I think you should let me out of here now."
"We can't do that Sergeant." The General said.
"And why is that?" The man asked.
"We don't know if you're fine." The General said.
"You said increased Strength, right General?" The man asked.
"That's right Sergeant." The General replied.
The man walked towards the door that the scientist had used earlier, with the red button next to it. He put his fingers where the doors came together and pulled. He pulled the two doors apart like it was nothing.
"Bye." He said to the General sarcastically, waving and smiling as he walked out of the room.
General O'Neil had a sour and surprised look on his face. He looked to his left, then to his right. The two guards were still standing there, like statues, lifeless and stiff.
"Well what are you waiting for?" The General asked, raising his voice. "Get him!" And the two guards stormed off.
Sergeant Karpinski walked casually down the hallway, looking at every door he passed.
"Ah... crap" He muttered to himself, obviously lost in the huge facility. "Sub-level 54.... Holy shit." He muttered again after realizes he was 54 floors underground. He walked down the large circularish hallway, but for some reason he was draw to a single door, at the end of the hallway on the left. It read A-12. He went to touch it, and it opened. A Team of five marines came charging past him, but he didn't care. He walked in the room before the door shut again.
He was staring at a large circular object, about thirty feet tall. It was glowing blue inside, and seven triangular pieces on the outside glew a reddish orange color.
"Woah...." He said to himself. Then the circle made a loud noise, and stopped glowing, making the Sergeant jump.
"You like it?" General O'Neil said as he walked in the room.
"What the hell, is that?" The Sergeant asked, pointing at it, as he walked toward the General.
"That, is what we call the Stargate." O'Neil replied.
"A what gate?" The Sergeant asked again.
"The Stargate. We found it buried in Antarctica about six years ago. It creates an artificial wormhole, capable of transporting you instantly to thousands of different planets, scattered across the universe. If, you dial the right address of course."
"Woah..." The Sergeant said.
"Well, I think we got off on the wrong foot Sergeant. How about you get a check up in the infirmary, and then we'll fill you in on the last seventeen years." The General said.
"I told you, I feel fine." The Sergeant said sarcastically.
"Please Sergeant, it's protocol. better safe than sorry."
"Fine. I'll get the stupid check up."
CHEYENNE - UNITED STATES - FORT HAMMOND
16 JULY 2030 - 1209 HOURS
INFIRMARY
"Well?" The General said as he walked into the infirmary.
"He checks out. Actually, I don't think I've seen someone with such great health." The Doctor said, turning and setting his clipboard down.
"See, fine." Sergeant Karpinski said sarcastically.
"Alright, follow me." General O'Neil said. Sergeant Karpinski stood up and quickly walked behind him down the hall, and through a door on the left. They walked up about three flights of stairs, and where in a large square room with a long conference table in the middle. There was a wall sized window on the right wall, overlooking the Stargate.
"Take a seat." The General said, sitting himself.
"So..." Karpinski said.
"Alright, lets start at the beginning. After you were put into Cryo-Stasis, things got bad. Russia betrayed us. They launched 100 Megaton nuclear warheads on the US. Washington was destroyed, as was New York City, and San Fransisco, and Philadelphia. Our entire Military was deployed into battle in 24 hours. Then-" O'Neil said before being cut off.
"Wait, define entire Military." Karpinski said.
"The Army, The Air Force, The Navy, Coast Guard, Marines, Navy Seals, and all the reserve units. Even NASA. Anyway, in 24 hours time, everyone had been deployed. The British and French continued their assault on Pakistan, with little success, while we pushed into Russia. They didn't put up much of a fight. We overtook their nuclear stockpile, told the British and the French to go home, and then we launched Every Russian missile we found towards the middle east. There was nothing left. For years people suffered from the events of the missile strike. April 6th, 2014, a date we will never forget. Some people still suffer effects of the radiation given off by the nukes."
"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones..." Karpinski muttered softly to himself.
"What was that Sergeant?" O'Neil asked.
"Albert Einstein once said, I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones." Karpinski smirked while bouncing a pencil against the table, and then looked at the General. "People called him crazy when he said that, but he was right. He was right...."
"Well, back to what I was saying. The Conflict did end rather quickly, but immediately we found another. NASA had rapidly advanced the space program. They developed ships that could fly at forty times the speed of light, which were used to explore and colonize the galaxy. After about six years, we had over ninety planets colonized. All was going well until we lost contact with one of the planets. We called it Dragos, after Jacob Dragos, the man who made the first steps on it's surface. " The Genera took a deep breath.
"We sent a small ten man strike team to go in, and find out what happened. We lost contact with them in just under eighteen hours. We retro-fitted a ship with a weapons. Nuclear Missile bays capable of firing a nuke every two seconds. We also sent up cameras on the ship to see what it saw. Satellites placed in strategic positions relayed the footage from the ship back here to Earth." The General took another deep breath.
"And...." Karpinski said sarcastically.
"The ship was destroyed, by another ship. We watched as it fired two hundred nukes, but did nothing. The other ship was protected by some kind of energy shield. It was massive too. Easily two miles long, with over seventy decks or so. Then, two years of nothing, and then we found the Stargate. We managed to decipher the symbols on it as constellations, used to dial the address of another world. The first world we visited was Dragos, what we found there, we will never forget. Large, monstrous creatures. About nine feet tall, hoofed feet, four fingers, and four mandible like jaws. They called themselves the Covenant. Since then, we've been explored the galaxy using the Stargate, searching for allies and technology, and try to find a way to defeat this Covenant."
"It's like a Barrel of Monkeys sir." Karpinski said as he stood.
"A what, Sergeant?" The General asked, looking up at Karpinski.
"A Barrel of Monkeys. It's a metaphor, means crazy, or chaotic." Karpinski replied. But O'Neil gave him a blank look.
"Nevermind. Ah.. what happened to my team?" Karpinski asked.
"Well, they were put into Cryo-Stasis like yourself. But they were awaken about eight years ago." The General said.
"Where are they now?" Karpinski asked.
"Well, they were on the strike team that went to investigate Dragos. The one codenamed Scorcher, he led the team...."
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