March 27th 2018
3:13 PM
Cpt. Lewis "Trigger" Williams
British Army, [REDACTED]
The world is still ravaged by the flames of war.
One side fanning the flames while the other tries to put it out. I used to hear them say war is a matter of doing evil on the hope good comes out of it.
But all I see is evil.
The flames burn everything it touches, destroying the lives of millions killing them slowly and painfully.
Just like a real fire you need oxygen, heat and fuel to keep one burning. We could cool it down, or remove and starve the fuel and oxygen.
Easy enough right?
Well putting out a fire with millions of Red Imperial soldiers has some…
…difficulties.
I'm Lewis Williams of the British Army and a captain of a Special Forces division known as Black Company.
Somewhere in the Ukraine-Russia Border…
The rumbling of the Stryker as it traversed through the dirt paths kept us all awake from much needed sleep, we just couldn't wait until we got to the FOB. The inside was painted a shade of dark white only illuminated by green lights on the TV screens for the crew and a slight ray of sunshine shining from the window on a grey cold cloudy day. The seats were so uncomfortable, that sitting on it for long enough may start to give you back problems, it was cramped and with wires and pipes hanging from the roof and walls. But at least in here we were relatively safe.
Our mission was to escort a supply convoy to some far off Forward operating Base in the vicinity of the Ukraine-Russia border.
"Are we there yet, sir?" asked a man with an American accent.
The voice belonged to none other but our SAW Gunner, Mack David's. He's your standard American: Jolly, confident, relaxed and creative. He's my right hand man with the rank of lieutenant and by the far probably the most experienced out of all of us. He fought in Afghanistan and against Al Qaeda and the Taliban, if he was any better he would be in charge if this team not me.
He wore a black BDU, just like us all, but had extra Kevlar plating and had larger web gear pouches. He wielded a M249 with a reflex sight and a bipod. He also had an AT4 missile launcher and a sig p320, which was a relatively new sidearm to the US military.
He removed his helmet and balaclava revealing his messy auburn hair, emerald eyes
I did the same revealing my spiky bleached-white hair and sapphire blue eyes.
I glanced down at my watch, "We gotta wait another half an hour, mate,"
"Can it, I'm trying to get some shuteye," another voice said. It belonged to a Japanese girl in her early 20's
She was our sniper. Her name is Ayaka "Crosshair" Tomoko. Most of the time she is a real asshole, a bitch and pretty violent, I don't know why, but when you get to know she can be pretty nice and can be like a sister figure. Just don't piss her off or she'll go super saiyan on your ass.
She pulled down her tube mask and pulled down her hood revealing her sky blue hair in a ponytail accompanied with blue eyes with a pink scar doing down her white eye and was armed with an AX.50 sniper rifle and a Glock 18 as her sidearm.
"Can't we all?"
"Shut up, Bait," yawned Ayaka.
Baits real name is Taylor Wright with the rank of corporal. His uniform was pretty bob standard: black BDU, balaclava, ballistic goggles Kevlar vest and web gear. He was armed with an MP5 with a front grip and holographic sight and a Beretta M9 as a sidearm.
We lovingly called him "Bait" because of his stupidity and him always being the first to come under fire, I'm surprised he even passed basic training. Naturally, we would've called him idiot, retard or nincompoop but out of pity we called Bait instead.
"Good thing robots don't get tired," said a voice with a British accent like a butler.
"You know I envy you, Albert," said another "Man you lucky,"
Albert as you may not already know was not a human but a robotic assault drone.
He had a trapezium shaped head from the side with cameras and sensors jutting out of it and metal plating covering his vulnerable mechanical skeleton save for the joints. In addition, he wore Kevlar and web gear to carry ammo or any other supplies and he was painted a grey-silver colour.
The other voice belonged to our medic, Mike Garcia nicknamed "Magic man" because of his amazing abilities as a field medic. He didn't look much different to bait except he had different gear on him. He carried a rucksack with medical supplies in and he had pouches on his Kevlar vest which contained syringes, scissors and field dressings. He wielded an M4 sopmod with an ACOG sight and a fore grip. His sidearm was sig p320.
Despite his Mexican heritage he spoke English well but with a slight accent.
"Man I wish I was a robot," said Taylor, "I'll probably end the war in one foul swoop,"
"Bro," Mack put a hand on Taylors shoulder, "No amount of ceramic plating, fire power and computer assisted mechanisms will save you from your own stupidity,"
We all gave out a chuckle.
A large explosion interrupted our laughter shaking the ground slightly.
"What the fuck was that!"
The Stryker came to a shuddering halt.
"Crikey! What was that?" I yelled
"The guys up front just hit a landmine," called out the driver.
A missile sped right beside us hitting the transport behind us. It erupted into flames, a bright orange light, as the fuel tanks exploded. The burning apparitions of soldiers stumbled out only later to fall dead, their lives burning away slowly.
"Shit! Ambush!"
"Everyone out!" I barked.
I looked down at my helmet inspecting it for any faults. It looked like the standard soldier helmet: Ballistic goggles, helmet and balaclava. Pretty standard. I pulled my balaclava on which had a shark mouth and strapped on my helmet, which had a white stripe coming down the middles and fixed my sleek red ballistic goggles on place.
We opened the rear doors running out and finding cover on anything we could find.
The cold bit at my face. The sky was dark and cloudy, reminding me about England, with rising pillars of thick black smoke. The suffocating choking stench of smoke and ash entered my nostrils I felt like I was going to have a coughing fit but fought it back.
"Watch your motion sensors they're coming from the tree line!"
I looked at the top left of my goggles which had a circle with blue, friendlies, and red, hostiles.
"Fire onto the tree line! Tracers, Mack!" I ordered.
They returned fire onto us. The Russian bullets screamed pass as they missed their targets.
I popped my head out of cover and cocked my M29 OICW, looking down the sights and firings several short bursts.
A cry of a soldier accompanied by a thud.
"That's a kill," I muttered.
But as soon as my kill had fallen the numbers of the Imperials seemed to multiply, my motion sensor was blotched with red, as they slowly advanced. A fire blazed lighting the trees and bushes on fire in sharp contrast to the slowly advancing silhouettes.
"Damn their everywhere!" cried out a British soldier before being cut down by gunfire.
"They're flanking us! Watch the left!" said a Yankee soldier.
"We need reinforcement's sarge!"
Damn it! We were losing control of the situation.
"Mack! Get on up here and provide suppressing fire. Crosshair, get on that truck and pick them off. Mike, see what you can do with the wounded. Albert, Bait! Get on the other side and hold positions!" I barked.
The resulting fire fight was intense one wrong move would result in our deaths.
"Type 99 watch out!"
Wait, Type 99? Isn't that one of those Chinese Main Battle Tanks?
"Damn, so the Red Imperials have reinforcements from china?" I thought. Heh, I shouldn't be surprised seeing how the war is starting to turn in our favour and china was part of the Red Imperial Empire.
I watched as the Chinese tank shot an AP round at a M1A2 Abrams tanks. The round penetrated through a grate at the side of the turret going clean through and coming out the other side, setting the ammo off.
I watched in horror as a raging pillar of flame spouted from the turret.
"Mack! Mack! Get over here with-" I was cut off mid-sentence as I was thrown across the road as a High Explosive, from the Type 99, shell detonated behind me. I fell face first onto the cold hard dirt, blood spluttering from my mouth and blood pouring down my head my vision blurred. I was unable to use my legs so I had to haul myself using my hands.
Through my blurred vision I managed to make out a black clad figure. No doubt about it, its Mack!
Using every ounce of strength I had left I croaked out weakly, "Mack, you bloody wanker take out that bloody bastard before he blows us to shit!"
But as my vision started to clear I realised I was calling out to what was Mack.
Poor bugger was still clinging onto his machine gun with crimson holes in his torso.
"Damnit," I muttered.
The rumbling of tank tracks and the sound of footsteps grew stronger.
I wasn't going to let them finish me off without a fight.
I crawled to Mack's corpse and ripped of his AT4 aggressively off his back and turned around, aiming the missile launcher at the side of the tank. A group of soldiers stuck close to the tanks for cover and support.
"If I do this correctly I could take out the tank along with those soldiers," I thought.
Two birds with one stone.
I looked down at the sights and pulled the trigger.
Click.
The missile shot out of the launcher at such a tremendous speed that the recoil nearly sent the launcher flying.
The missile zoomed towards its target screeching like a bird of prey as it slammed into the side of the Chinese tank making it tip slightly.
The Type 99 stopped in its tracks before an explosion shook the earth. A giant orange-yellow ball of fire erupted from the tank blowing the turret off the tank like a volcano.
I didn't know what that tank was carrying but it sure did get the job done.
Soldier unfortunate enough to be within the explosion were incinerated while others were sent crashing to the ground never to get up.
I rolled onto m y back relinquishing my grip on the missile launcher and spluttering blood. A severe sensation of pain surged through my body, my torso felt like it was burning, as it bled profusely turning my armour into a maroon colour as a pool of blood started growing around me.
I looked towards the treeline with blood pouring down my face covering it like a red mask. I looked at the ever advancing silhouettes of soldiers cutting down the last pockets of resistance.
A cold numbness overcame my body after agonising pain, my body refused to move, leaving me to watch the grey fading sky and blazing forest. The cries and wails of the last few soldiers in a last ditch futile effort to hold the line started to die out.
My life flashed before my eyes, to say the very least it wasn't the best life one could ask for.
My breathing started to slow and the world around me faded away from my grasp.