Hey guys! I got bored and decided to have at writing fanfictions again. I'm going to write a sort of example of what this fanfic would be about, and let me hear your opinion on the matter. So before this series begins, I'm gonna do a backdrop of what's led to it. Enjoy! (Might be re uploaded due to me looking over obvious mistakes, sorry)
Backdrop:
After the creation of Tankery, Combatery's creation shortly followed. Combatery consisted of infantry, light tanks/ vehicles, air support, and artillery. Teams competed inside their own countries during middle/high school levels, and moved up to the international cup if they chose to participate during college. A high school that participated in Combatery was called The Iroquois' School of military preparation. Based on the coast of Lake Ontario, the large campus suited many 'sports' such as Tankery, Combatery, and Air Supremacy. The Rules of Combatery were not as fleshed out yet, as it was only the first run through. But the battle field was a consistent one, battles lasted for days, but no more than 10 days would pass. The objective was to capture 3 flanks and the main base. Ammunition made the clothes underneath a participant's uniform freeze, and would unfreeze after 2 hours passed, which is when the 'dead' participant would head back to the main base and be sent off the battle field to spectate.
This story follows Panther squad in their effort to win one of these battles.
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Chapter 1: Primo Victoria. (Introduction)
Day 1: Iroquois' Vs Landskein School of Combat match.
"GO FASTER DAMMIT!" Captain Prophet yelled as he fired the mounted browning MG on the back of a Willis Jeep. The Luchs that was pursuing them was just deflecting the bullets. He was hoping to get a lucky shot, or out run the Luchs.
"I can't sir, the engine has 2 Holes in it! It's a miracle we're even moving at 40mph!" Alexis, the squad's engineer and the one who was currently driving yelled back at him over the gunfire. She had a Mediterranean look about her, had green eyes, short black hair, and was around 5'11". She was wearing a light green combat uniform with two wrenches on a patch on her right arm. She was equipped with an Ithaca 37 which had a white stripe on the barrel, signifying she was a better than usual engineer.
The Luchs finally landed a shot on a wheel of the Jeep, forcing it to do a barrel roll while throwing the squad out of it. It landed upright, steam coming out of its battered engine.
Erik, a rifle man who was black, 6'5, had brown eyes and brown hair, acted quickly and tossed a smoke grenade. Forcing the Luchs to stop. He was wearing light green combat uniform, with a rifle on a patch on his right arm. He was new, so he didn't have a white stripe on the barrel of the M1 Grand he was equipped with.
"Hey Capt! How many AT grenades you got left?" He asked the captain, who himself was a white 6'5 black haired and blackish eyes person. He was wearing a dark green uniform, and was equipped with a M4A1 Thompson, with a stripe around the barrel. Instead of a patch on his right shoulder, he had a dark green strip around his upper right arm.
"I'm all out!" He replied.
"I got one!" Krelia, the squad's 5'9 white with a black pony tail and black eyes sniper said while she tossed it at the vaguely outlined Luchs. She was wearing a dark green camouflaged combat suit and equipped with a Springfield. She had a green stripe on her barrel for camo and showing her skill as a marksman. On her shoulder was green crosshairs with a black background.
There was a sudden flash and burst of air as the A.T. Grenade nailed the Luchs.
As the smoke dispersed, the squad took cover behind the battered Jeep. The Luchs' commander's hatch popped and a tankman dove out and took cover behind the Luchs. Erik took a few shots, all missed. "Always to the left dammit." He said in frustration.
"Alright we charge on 3, everyone ready?" Prophet said.
"Are you nuts? He could take us all out at once if he has any sort of weapon!" Alexis said.
"I have to side with Alexis on this one Capt." Erik said. Krelia nodded in agreement.
"Fine, you cover me, and I'll rush him." Prophet replied.
"That even worse odds!" Alexis said.
"Well its one or the other, it's not like he'll just-"Prophet was cut off.
"I surrender!" The tankman said, coming out with his hands up.
"I stand corrected." Prophet said. "Now what?"
Erik stood up and pointed his M1 Grand at the tanker. "Alright get on your knees, hands behind your head." He said. The tanker obeyed.
"What do we do with prisoners?" Prophet stated openly to his squad. They had not been briefed on taking prisoners.
"Just shoot him." Krelia said.
"What! You can't just shoot the guy! He surrendered!" Alexis said, shocked of what Krelia had suggested.
"She has a point Alexis, but I have a better idea. Let's tie his hands and legs together and take him back to the southern forward H.Q." Prophet said.
"And do what? It's not ok to interrogate people!" Alexis said.
"Actually, it's not against the regulations, and this is our best idea of any enemy tactics." Prophet replied. It was the end of the discussion. "See if you two can get the battered Jeep working, I'm going to tie the prisoner up."
"Uggg, fine." Alexis said. She opened the Jeep's hood. Karelia followed. There was a large cloud of white smoke that rushed out of the jeeps hood when the hood was opened. Alexis coughed and took the bandana out of her pocket to clear it out.
Prophet approached the prisoner and Erik.
"Hey Capt. What's the plan?" Erik asked.
"We are going to tie him up and take him to the southern H.Q." He replied.
"Is that legal?" The tanker objected.
"Yep." Prophet answered. The tanker immediately reached for his back pocket, Erik shot him.
"What's going on over there?" Alexis asked.
"Our prisoner went to pull a weapon, Erik shot him." Prophet replied. "Erik, help me get him into the shade of the Luchs.
They lifted the frozen tanker and laid him next to the Luchs, Where he wouldn't get a heatstroke. They then both headed back over to the damaged Jeep.
"Can you fix it?" Prophet asked Alexis.
"Think I just did." She replied. "Karelia, start the engine."
Karelia turned on the engine, and it ran for a few seconds before puttering out. Alexis spotted a hole in the tube that led the gas to the main engine. She tied her bandana over it and hoped for the best.
"Try it again." She said. Karelia turned on the engine, and it sputtered to life. "NICE! Now all we need to do is get a spare tire and we're set."
"We're in the middle of a huge meadow, were the hell are we going to find a tire?" Erik said.
"Hmmm, I have an idea." Alexis ran over the Luchs, and snagged a welder. She then melted the hole in the tire, and used a manual pump to re- pressurize it. "Alright, as long as the engine doesn't overheat, we should be fine." She closed and latched the hood and hopped into the driver's seat as Karelia moved to the passenger's seat. She also placed the welder in the rear of the jeep.
"Ugg, when will I get shotgun?" Erik said jokingly. As he sat down in the rear with Prophet.
"Never." Karelia replied. Everyone started laughing
"Alright, let's head toward the Southern flank." Prophet said, as they started heading toward the southern flank.
As they neared the southern flank defensive line, Panther squad found it eerily quiet. Then there was a huge kick as the engine let out a sharp bang that pierced the air.
"Hey, Alexis, didn't you said you fixed this?" Prophet said.
"I did! But obviously and engine with 2 holes in it won't last long." Alexis replied, as she hopped out to see what happened. As she lifted the hood, there was a small plume of black smoke which quickly thinned out into nothingness.
"I'm gonna take a guess and say that this isn't good." Erik said.
"Yeh, there's a hole in the carburetor I didn't see earlier. I could try and weld it shut, but that means I have to syphon all the gas out. Do we have any jerry cans and any tubes?"
"Let me check the back." Said Prophet. They had 1 jerry can, which was empty due to their chase with the Luchs, and they had a small tube for maintenance purposes. "Yeh, but we don't have any more gas leftover back here, so don't lose any."
"No problem." Alexis replied. While Alexis worked on the engine, Prophet looked at the damage to the radio antenna. It was basically cut in half.
"Well, our radio antenna is completely gone." He stated.
"Well isn't that dandy." Alexis said while trying to syphon the gas out.
Prophet picked up his binoculars and took a look in the direction of the southern flank. He saw no dust clouds, which indicated little or no movement. He then spotted an enemy patrol consisting of one 5 man squad. There was little cover besides their jeep on the meadow they were in.
"Everybody get down. Hostile squad spotted about a mile away, 5 men." Prophet said. Erik grabbed the prisoner as they all took cover behind the jeep.
"If you as much as whisper I will shoot you." Erik said. The grass was about knee height, letting them attempt to remain unseen. The prisoner they had decided it would be better to make a noise and try and get this squad taken out.
"HEY OVER H-"The tanker yelled, Erik immediately shot him, making his armor freeze. It was too late however, as the hostile squad had found out their given direction and spotted the Jeep in the grass. They started to open up on Panther squad. There was a few ricochets as bullets whizzed over their heads.
"Karelia, go right and see if you can take them out. Everyone else hold position and return fire." Prophet said.
Karelia crawled softly to the right, as the squad returned fire.
Erik aimed a hostile in the sights of his M1, and took a shot. It missed. "God dammit. Always to the left!" He said, cursing his rubbish aim. There was a very loud bang as one of the advancing enemies, n fell to the ground as his armor froze. The enemy squad all dove to the ground as they realized there was a hidden marksman.
Karelia took a deep breath as she reloaded her Springfield. There was a small rise in the meadow she had positioned herself at and even though the enemy squad was hidden from Panther squad's defensive position, she could see them. Even if it was just a bare outline. She lined up her next target, it looked like the enemy squad's commander. She slowed her breathing as she took the shot, the commander froze in place as the shot landed.
Many people wonder how Karelia manages to be so accurate, but she rarely speaks outside of combat situations. She grew up in the Appalachian Mountain range in New York State. She had plenty of practice hunting when she grew up, and as a result, she was deadly when given a rifle.
She looked at the enemy squad, as they started to crawl away, only three of them left, it seemed to be a retreat. "Captain, the enemy squad is retreating. I would suggest perusing them." She said over the walkie-talkie on her uniform.
Prophet responded by saying "I'm giving you 15 minutes to take them out and be back here. Hopefully the Jeep will be up by then."
"Wilco." Karelia responded. She crouched and followed the rustling in the tall grass. It was almost like hunting a deer.
Prophet looked at Alexis and said "Get back to fixing that engine. Erik, Grab a shovel, we're going to make this place as defensible as possible in case of anymore surprises."
They grabbed the small shovels out of the back of the Jeep and started to fortify the positions. About 4 minutes in they heard three consecutive shots, and not soon after Karelia appeared from the right side of which she first left.
"The hostile squad has been eliminated captain." Karelia stated.
"Good, Alexis how is the engine coming along." Prophet asked.
She lifted the wielding mask. "Almost done sir." She replied.
"Alright, Erik, start packing up, you too Karelia." Prophet said.
Alexis finished wielding and refilled the gas tank. She tried to start the engine, and it worked. They started to head toward the southern flank again.
Well, that's a runner up.(Future chapters will be longer) Please tell me if you want this to turn into a series, and like always reviews are welcome. Until next time- Sho'reg.
