Mission 1: Beginning
2060, somewhere in the northern, formerly Chinese, forest...
"Hey, Hey, get up! We still have to take down the force on top of the hillside!" The combat engineer shook the Springfields white arm, as its shoulder past section fell off to smithereens. the T-Doll began to scream in sharp pain, as oil and mechanical parts fell out by the second. She had been hit hard by one of the machine guns encrusted on top of the hill, managing to blow off the springfields arm.
"Please, do something about it, it hurts! IT HURTS!" she continued to cry out in pain, clutching what had remained of her shoulder. the combat engineer had some tools with him, but he had to remove what was still attached, to ensure nothing could be further damaged. he took a stick from the ground, and some cloth lying around, and wrapped it around the piece of wood.
"chomp down on this, you're gonna need to endure the pain, bear with me!" He yelled as bullets whizzed by them, other T-Dolls returning fire. Damn those Sangvis bastards! He thought. the Springfield pressed as hard she could with the stick in her jaw, and in a quick snap, the Engineer broke and sliced off the remaining steel skeleton. The T-Doll cried out in pain, but still clenching with dear life onto the stick. He soldered down the rest of what was left, wiring and small tubing, and covered it with some medical cloth, to prevent any dirt coming through.
"how does it feel?" He asked her, propping her against a tree a bullet grazing the tree.
"it hurts a ton, but I think I'll get through it." she responded, smiling up at him. they locked eyes for a second, the engineer blushing a bit.
"haha, it was nothing. rest here for a little while alright? try not to cause more damage to yourself!" he joked. he got up and took the rest of his equipment with him, but Springfield interrupted.
"hey, I know how to make muffins you know. I could make some for you later if you'd like. and the name is Springfield, although you can call me Spring for short." He turned back to the one armed T-Doll. He nodded, and ran to the next possible T-doll that could have been in danger, needing his expertise. The springfield got up, shaking a little from the shaken motors in her system. She ran diagnostics on her systems, progress bars appearing in her vision. Seems like everything checks out, well, except for the missing arm. I should be ok. She thought, picking up her rifle. She tried to cock it, but it simply fell out of her arm. Huh, this could be worse, could have no arms. Suddenly, someone tapped on her shoulder, and instantly swung the rifle backwards toward the attacker.
"woah, relax! it's just me Spring, Ak-47! Kalash for short, remember?" She was taken aback by this for a second, but regained herself.
"oh right, heh, sorry about that." Kalash shook her head.
"everyone is on edge, it's a battle, I can't blame ya-look out!" she tackled springfield behind a nearby rockwall, Machine gun fire raging above them.
"you alright?" kalash asked.
"yeah. we have to take that hill, otherwise we are gonna lose the north passage through the mountains!" Kalash nodded, then lit up.
"I have an idea! I just reloaded my gun, so it should have full ammo in it. Ill snipe from back here, providing cover fire! if you only have your left arm, you should be ok!" Springfield jumped aback.
"that's gonna get me killed and not to mention, my rifle really only works with my right hand!" Kalash looked down, her plane shot down as usual.
"darn. well, what else can we do?" she said,
"well, we could do the reverse, but I could try going one of the trees, thus allowing me to be not seen by the machine gunners." Kalash nodded. "only problem is, getting up the tree may be a problem. Can you try boosting me up?"
"got it!" Springfield jogged over to one of the trees, and lept to grab a branch, catching onto one. Kalash got below her, and pushed her up by the heels. kalashed threw up the rifle through the branches, and landed it in springfields arm. carefully propping herself against the tree, and the rifle inline with her eye. flipping it over on its side, she carefully cocked the next round into the chamber. She had only one chance, as reloading a second time would take too long, and get her comrade killed. springfield met eyes with kalash, and nodded, signaling to begin the strategy. kalashed propped up her grenade launcher on her gun at an angle, and fired toward the mountain, creating a plume of smoke from the rocks dust, but only temporary. She ran up the hills rocks, while springfield aimed her rifle toward the assailants. suddenly one propped out, recently reloading their machine gun, a fresh belt inserted, right as kalashed crested theri fortification, a solid line was created between the barrel, and the Sangvis soldiers skull.
Click.
the explosion of metal and synthetic T-Doll skin exploded, the bullet having landed exactly where it needed to be. Kalash jumped in with a thumbs up, and the sound of 7.62 x39mm bullets hitting
pistol was cocked against her head. she dropped to the ground, kicking the aggressors feet out from beneath them, the shot missing and hitting the tree. she picked up her rifle, and whacked her rifle butt against the soldiers helmet.
"all units come in, operation hillside has been successfully completed, the Sangvis scum are retreating back, check in at the mountain top as soon as possible." Springfield collapsed on the ground, grasping the empty air where her right arm had formerly been. It was finally over. she picked herself back up, wondering where that life saving engineer had went. She shook her head, and focused on regrouping with the others.
Mission 2: Return.
"Hey, Springfield, get up, come on! the convoy trucks just got here!" Springfield reactivated her systems, running diagnostics. 85% integrity. Huh, Wonder where the other percent went. She leaned to her right to get up, but promptly fell over. Remembering what she had lost, she mentally focused to push herself up from the tree she was sitting by, through the use of her left arm. The soldier waking her up was a fellow T-doll, model scorpion. Scorpion helped her up onto her shoulder, as short as she was, still her friend did the best she could.
"Thanks."
No problem! the convoy is about to leave this position to get back to the main point of the mountain. Your gonna want to hop on!" she said with a smirk, winking with her non eye-patch closed eye. Springfield nodded, carefully walking with her, still a little dazed from yesterday. they walked through dense forest, eventually reaching a campground with other T-Dolls walking about talking to their comrades, and discussing the latest ammunition developed, or what kind of scope they should use for the next battle. Some T-dolls walked in and out of fold-tents, carrying others to the temporary medical and engineering clinics. Seeing as other T-dolls were walking toward the Military trucks, with the familiar Grifon and Kryuger logo on their side, wooden panels protecting the passenger from debris. Some m1919 T-Dolls stood on the top of the trucks, talking to each other as they loaded their ammo belts for the trip. Scorpion sighed, "was there nothing else they could muster besides these trucks?"
"I guess not, they must be so short on resources out here, we are running low the last I checked. I'm just thankful we are going back to the last base to freshen up and restock ourselves." Suddenly there was a shout, and then a Sangivs captured soldier ran out into the center of the camp. He was clutching a detonator, beeping bomb attached to his chest.
"everyone get your head down on the ground, Or I'll end you all-" A shot rang out, and the soldier dropped to the ground. A silver haired, one, blue eye , hair covered Woman walked outside of one the tents, carrying a Five sevens pistol in her hand. Scorpion tensed up, sweat on her face.
"MG5. she's ruthless in her tactical superiority, having valued victory and success over the lives of her soldiers. She gives me the Hebe-jebes." she quietly commented. Springfield nodded in agreement, as she radiated some kind of dreadful aura around her, many going silent as she walked toward the body, picking it up and motioning to a correspondent Five-seven next to her to take it away.
What kind of T-Doll is she? Springfield thought to herself.
The commander stepped out into the center of the camp.
"the trucks are all ready to go, as this all we have got! Get your asses On board, we don't have all day, and frankly I hate wasting time! now if you will excuse, I have to go back to planning our trip back to the nearest repair station, to fix up you lot." everyone stood there quietly. "I SAID KEEP MOVING, Don't stand around!" everyone went into overdrive over the command, and tents began to be folded into bags by the second. Strict. Springfield noted to herself, Don't want to get in a fight with her. MG5 turned around toward Springfield and Scorpion, And scorpion momentarily turned cloud white. She walked over, putting a cold hand on Springfield's remaining shoulder.
"your that Springfield T-Doll correct, who helped the assault on the south side?" Springfield nodded. "Thanks for that, if it was for that strategy you came up with we would have had more losses. Your friend Ak-47 was pivotal in taking that side of the fortification."
Springfield quickly recalled the assault, remembering Ak-47 vaulting over the fortification wall. Glad she made it.
"regardless, we need to get going. we need to resupply first, then come back here so we can continue the campaign north, as Commander ordered. Get your things and pack up, and get on the truck." MG5 turned around back to the camp, then quickly turned around. " oh yeah, one more thing. Do you mind getting Ak-47? I have no idea where she went, but I want to make sure everybody is on board the trucks by the time we leave. She might be with her other rifle friends I can bet, getting drunk or whatever." Springfield nodded, waving to Scorpion, and went off to get Ak-47. She is probably partying, knowing her style of victory. She thought. As Springfield walked through the remains of the camp, she started hearing loud electronic music coming from of the large hall tents. She peaked inside, seeing exactly what she expected. Loud hardbass music was playing as Ak-47 danced with a bottle of vodka in her hand, twirling in circles on top of the table, yelling random Foreign words, seemingly of slavic origin, her other assault rifle friends doing the same. Springfield walked over to the mobile speaker, and quickly pulled the plug. Kalash turned around, disappointed to see what had transpired with her dance music. her other friends kept dancing, but soon realized what they were doing.
"blin." she murmured. She popped down from the table, placing her hands on her hips. "is it time to get going now?" she asked.
"yeah. pack up your stuff, the convoy is about to leave back to the repair facility nearby. Once that's done, we are going through the northern pass we had secured through the mountains." On those trucks.
Kalash sighed, but shot back up. "Alright, I'll be there in a minute. Друзья мои, мы идем!" "URA!" they responded cheerfully, packing their beloved vodka bottles into their bags, their trusty rifles and headed out the door. Kalash breathed a sigh of relief, as she and her friends danced out the tent hall door.
Guess I'm done here. Alright time to go check back where my tent was, gotta make sure I didn't miss anything! Once she got out, there was very few people left. Some people put out the fires, some collected leftover supplies, and Springfield headed over to her tent. She got inside, and saw her rifle. She reached down to get it, but heard wheezing noises instead of silence of the camp.
The bullet
the dirt flying
the parts disintegrating.
the pain.
the excruciating pain.
Springfield collapsed to her knees, frozen to the ground suddenly, an angered voice called from behind her.
"hey! get up! we have to take the hill!" she looked behind her to see not the Engineer, but MG5. She shivered inside the tent, and blinked, to snap back to reality. She, wasn't in the forest. She was safe. She was ok. alright. Safe. secure. She was fine. MG5 shook her shoulder a little, and Springfield got back up carefully, albeit shaking a little, drenched in sweat.
"I, I'm alright. I'll be there in a second. Just, gotta pick this up." she reached toward the rifle, stopping. but then picked it up from the cold ground. I'm OK. everything is fine. She folded the rest of the tent after swinging her rifle back onto her back. She walked back over through the empty grounds, and leaped onto the nearly full truck, seeing scorpion and Kalash waiting for her on the rail. She popped onto the nearby seat, as the drivers locked the gates on the back of the truck. The truck roared to life, now bouncing along the forest trail, as the empty grounds faded into the deep forest to head off to their next location.
I, must be tired, didn't restore enough energy I guess. I'll take advantage of this trip in that regard. Her eyes fluttered, and slowly everything faded to black as the engine of the truck faded away.
Authors Note: I'm trying for the first time using other languages in the text. First I will be trying not translating directly, but via the following actions the characters enact. I Also have final exams the rest of this week, so there may not be a continuation for a while, so I'm aiming for a release of chapter 3 in about 3-5 days, depending on what happens.
Mission 3: Reparations
"Alright everybody, we've made it to Harbin Central, get your asses off the car!" yelled the familiar German MG5 voice, with her commander following right behind, waving next to her. Springfield slowly opened her eyes, waking to the comforting sight of her friend Kalash giving her a hand to get off. It seemed that they had arrived at a train terminal, albeit partially empty, with a sparse population.
"honestly, I think I'm alright now, that sleep must have done the trick it seems!" said springfield, stretching to the ceiling to warm up her servos and synthetic muscles. She looked over to her right, seeing the blank void that was her missing arm. Well, I can live with this. MG5 was barking orders, and saw the groggy Springfield and AK-47, hopping down from the truck bed gracefully, having recovered her energy. Wait, where are the trains? Springfield looked up at the terminal schedules, to see one singular icon. The next train was on hold. The only train. MG5 noticed her confusion. She walked over to place a cold hand on her shoulder.
"Well, special thing is, we are at the Harbin end of the Trans-Siberian railroad. One thing though: it's now one way, to reduce costs of the russian government in these times, so the train needs to be completely turned around each time it arrives at one end. Not to mention, we are also at one of the few airports this far north, and we will be boarding it shortly to Tselinoyarsk, in central Asia-Russia, specifically to escort the train coming back this way. Currently we are the only Battalion this far north fighting Sangvis Ferri, so we need all the supplies the train will be carrying."
"Wow. It's really that important, that the entire battalion is escorting this train." Springfield noted.
"Well actually about that."
A growling Russian voice tapped Springfield on the back, as a muscular robust man saluted her.
"well then, Privyet my one armed friend. Seems you have recovered remarkably well. That energy recovering system you RF Dolls seems to do the trick doesn't it?" The commander popped out behind her, not being the voice she anticipated. "Names Commander Ivankov, graduated first class in Delavich institute. By the way, do you know who made the amputation? from my knowledge, something done that quickly and efficiently is extremely impressive, I've seen many combat engineers being nowhere that quick." Suddenly, a man walked toward, them, waving.
"hey, Springfield! Hows that arm of yours? hope the soldering Job wasn't too bad." Every stared in silence as he walked over to Springfield, grasping her shoulder, 0 it closely. "Do you mind if I look into it, I think-"
"Um, im kinda talking to, our, head commander here." Said springfield. He turned, around, jumped back, and shot straight up.
"oh, i'm so sorry sir, I was just worried for my friend here, The name is Abraham the combat medic, Sergeant rank, No 28. So sorry, I'll leave, I, uh-"
"Haha, relax Sergeant, I was actually admiring your emergency work! the speed at which you complete the operation was impressive, and Springfields life to thank for!" He laughed wholeheartedly, placing a hand on Abraham's right shoulder.
"well, thanks I guess, heh. Well regardless, I know that your models rifle is an m1903 Springfield, clip fed rifle correct?" Springfield, raised her eyebrows in surprise. "we gotta find a way for you to use it since I noticed you were a right handed based doll, we could switch it to left handed use, and mount it on your shoulder." He looked over to Commander Ivankov, backing away.
"haha, seems you need to be busy repairing your T-Doll. I'll leave her in your care. We will fill you in with our next mission later, hint: it involves going to russia, get your clothing ready!" He leaned in close to both of them. "By the way. There's going to be something on that train that we will be escorting, which frankly, you should not shred a single ounce of curiosity. Got it?" He smiled and waved off, motioning for MG5 to come with him. She complied, rigidly walking alongside him. Springfield sighed, and Abraham turned back to her. He continued to list possible repairs for her, when a familiar russian voice cried out for them, as other T-Dolls loaded off of the trucks.
"OIIII, Springfield! There you are, My comrade!" Kalash walked over to them, giving Springfield a hearty hug.
"glad to see you woke up from the Trip, haha! Anyway, whos this gentleman?" She put her other hand on Abraham, grinning.
"Oh, This is Abraham, he was the one who saved my life actually." Kalash looked in surprise, but pleasant hugging him.
"Thank you so much! We have been comrades for so long, I don't Know what I'd do without her formality and grace, haha!" She heartedly said, Abraham smiling from the gratitude. "Anyway, Im gonna get myself drink, and join Моих товарищей! See ya!" She bounced off, cheerful as she always was. Springfield breathed out, and relaxed. She looked up to Abraham through his orange Griffon hood, and to his brown hair and glasses. She pointed toward the repair facility.
"guess I'll need to go get this fixed huh."
"well you don't have to necessarily. Although, you could. It just would never match your original arm, you know?"
"Yeah, that's true. I could reload faster than anyone in this battalion, and reload just as fast."
"well, Do you want a cybernetic replacement?"
"Yeah I'm fine with that. Would be nice to able to stay in battle fit condition you know?"
He nodded in agreement.
"only problem is we are out of Synthetic tan skin I heard, so your gonna have the metal be exposed. Is that ok?"
"yup, just make sure it doesn't get in my way."
"sounds good. Follow me." They walked through the crowd, eventually hitting a huge plaza, shops, repair stations, and other stores everywhere. They eventually entered a dusty and loud mechanic shop, with some other engineers walking about, fixing limbs of civilian and military grade T-dolls alike. They eventually got to a door, labeled EXCLUSIVE. There was passkey on the door, and Abraham quickly typed in a code. the door creaked open, and closed behind them.
"Welcome to my friends shop, or well, should I say shop. Its exclusive for just us Grifon guys, so pull up a chair! The sooner we can get you back to optimal condition, we should get going to the airport."
Springfields eyes widened, as they entered a huge room cluttered with wrenches, blow torches, metal sheets, wires, and other mechanical parts lying in open boxes. Abraham motioned to a stool next to a small table, and they sat down to begin work on the new arm. He pulled down a lamp switch, illuminating the spot of work. Abraham put down his jacket to reveal a normal black hoodie, and went to a dusty closet. He opened it to see various limbs falling out, and he dodged each one carefully. He looked through the closet to try and find the ideal part. After a little time of searching, he finally he came across one that seemed fit to Springfields proportions, and took it. It had a molybdenum covered forearm, and light reflective titanium sheet covering the shoulder biceps, with a thin orange stripe running down it. The disembodied limb had wires hanging out of it, waiting to be attached and activated. He placed down on a metal bolted down table, push bolts and other parts out of the way, that were in the way of his grafting procedure. He looked at Springfields shoulder for a minute, lifted the arm, and nodded in affirmation. She nodded back, shaking a little. He scooted his chair over to her. He felt the shoulder, finding the indentation between her neck and shoulder bone, for a second, there was a slight hiss coming from her shoulder. He scratched his chin.
"So, I kinda need to you, how do I phrase this." He blushed a little. "you're gonna need to strip, as there's a combination of miniature levers I need to press. Not all the way though, just your back down and shoulder. Hope that's alright with you." She blushed in return, but nodded.
"Oh yeah, that's completely fine." She began to slowly take the buttons apart from her jacket, and slipped it off, revealing the sleeveless shirt underneath. she slipped it off, it falling off of her back, gracefully, like water on smooth stone. Abraham's face turned into a cherry, but shook his head, and maneuvered his chair to facing her back. He carefully slid his hand down her back, moving it to the center of her right shoulder blade, then pressing the top bone. A soft hiss came from her shoulder, and the shoulder socket extended to pop off. "Is, that, what's left of my arm?"
Abraham looked at it with a grin."Wow! I never dealt with stuff like this, it's so intricate built! Nothing less to expect from someone as amazing as you." She blushed a little at the compliment. He raised the new arm to the shoulder socket, and carefully clicked it in, with Springfield grunting a little. "Oh jeez, sorry! Should have warned about that sting feeling." He began to slowly attached the necessary wires to her, the sound of buzzing and electric sparks flying off of the arm socket. Springfield shifted in her seat.
"Something up?"
"Say Abraham."
"Yeah?"
"how do you know about that feeling?" He was quiet for a moment, and responded,
"Just from working in the field, I've had to attach severed Dummy shoulders." The room was quiet for a minute, as he kept working, soldering and clicking in new wires. "You know, I have a question for you."
She perked up. "Shoot."
"have you ever worked with anyone in an echelon, besides your friend Kalash?"
She put a finger to her chin, and shook her head."I've known Kalash ever since we were, factory fresh I guess. Her quirky personality apparently was a slight glitch in her personality matrix, whereas she was supposed to be obedient and riotous to the russian federation's cause. Instead, She was energetic, loved to party, and especially loved vodka more than anyone. She had to run away from the factory she was constructed in, and eventually found me on one of my assassination missions. Heh, I remember that encounter with her so clearly now. I was about to take that careful shot against the Sangvis Ferri general, everything perfectly lined up, when she popped into my scopes view. She took a bottle of his gin, and smashed it against his head, drank it, then expertly flipped him onto the ground, and disabled the two guards with two shots from each one of their pistols. she then turned toward me somehow, signaling a thumbs up. I still have no idea how she got there, and why she helped me with that smile of hers. But from that day forward, I could depend on her, and she could on me, she eventually told me to stop calling her by her full name, and asked me to call her Kalash instead, and the rest from there is history." She smiled, remembering those good memories. Abraham sat quiet in his chair, and resumed working on the arm.
"I never had anyone like that in my life. Someone I could depend on. Someone I could trust. Someone like that, that wouldn't backstab me." He continued to concentrate on the newly grafted limb in mechanic silence, and used a small wrench to tighten the sockets on the arms joints. He rubbed his forearm against his head, breathing out. He leaned back in his chair. "Well, how does it feel?"
She concentrated for a moment, and her fingers began to move again, slowly coming back to life. She clasped her fist a couple times, until the fingers began to move back at a normal speed. She moved the arm around, and motioned the bolt action chambering she had known for so long.
"It, feels normal. Wow, I didn't know someone of your rank could do something like that!"
He laughed a little. "well, I was an apprentice in these shops for a while, but I wanted to go into the combat medic role. But, I wasn't good enough in grades, heh." He sighed, then clenched his fist. "It's bullshit I say. those people have high grades, but their pussies on the battlefield. I've seen more die than I can count, right out of camp. I had just graduated a week ago, but so many losses. They cant even bandage themselves. I studied medicine on my own during my time there, I knew far before the battles had begun that those people would not live up to what responsibilities they had. People depended on their courage, their expertise! They just stood there, Crying like a small child separated from their mother. It Just-" He clenched his fist around the welding torch he was holding, but Springfield put a soft, smooth hand on his shoulder. The torch slowly rolled out of his hand onto the table.
"Thank you." He nodded.
"yeah."
They sat there quietly as he finished the process, and put the finishing touches in the form of Molybdenum tungsten alloy sheets on the top of the arm, a blue tint in them. He took a marker from the desk, and laid out her new arm flat, and drew a strip down the center. He then took a smaller blow torch, the side of a pen head, and engraved some writing into the back of the new should connection.
"that's my signature if you don't mind. "
"Oh, it's no problem."
He leaned back in the chair, pointing to the sheets."Those alloys can resist bullets like nothing else, even right out of the barrel, but I wouldn't try that, just to be safe. But otherwise, your core should automatically update to suit the new limb, as it isn't too different from the general model. Try using it a bit more." She got up, putting on the strap of her shirt back onto her shoulder. She waved it around, and picked up a wrench. She tossed it in her hand, and attempted to gently toss it, but the wrench flew into a pile of bolt boxes, crashing to the ground. Abraham waved it in good measure. "seems the bios still needs some time to reach equilibrium with your nervous systems. If you want, I can order some synthetic skin for you-"
"No, I think Im ok. Its kinda cool actually, seeing all the parts. and hey, it reduces weight right?"
"You could certainly look at it that way, I guess." He shrugged. He got up and stretched, waving for Springfield to do the same. She did, as some dust fell out of the arm, and the healthy sound of servos moving came from within. "The sound buffers should take care of that annoyance soon enough with time. Anyway, I feel we should be getting along, that commander is probably waiting for us." He picked up his orange hoodie, and put on himself, sliding it on. Springfield bent down to retrieve her jacket, and re-buttoned it, and picked up her sabre. "You know, you should use it more often." He nodded toward the sabre.
"oh that. I've only used it maybe once or twice in battle. Maybe with this I can fling it at someone, you know?" They laughed at the idea.
"but who knows right?" He shrugged with a grin, and they continued to laugh at the idea. They picked up their equipment, and Springfield went to get her rifle on the workbench, but Abraham already got it for her. "Here, your gonna need this I'm sure." She walked toward him to get it, but she hesitated for a second. She reached for it with her right hand now, grasping it firmly, with the accuracy of pressure she always had used with it. She slung it over her shoulder, and they headed toward the airport section of the terminal. They arrived at great iron gates, with huge sheets of broken glass, and one person at a small metal box, which apparently counted as the registry. The old lady stood there, smiling softly, waiting for anybody to pass by. Springfield and Abraham got the lady, and she slowly handed them a pair of tickets.
"already paid for my dears. Enjoy the trip, hehe." A giant AC-130 aircraft was landed on the airstrip already, with T-dolls, soldiers, supplies, and crates being loaded onto it, with some artillery pieces towed on as well. Various sergeants commanded their T-dolls and helped them carry cargo. It's practically like an entire village is moving onto one plane! Abraham thought. Suddenly, a girl tackled Springfield right in her new arm.
"Kalash, good to see you!" Abraham said. Kalash pouted at Abraham, but smiled jokingly.
"It is! they wont let me onto the plane, and I'm super bummed. Apparently I need an echelon card, or something like that."
Abraham put his fist on his palm. "That's right! If we even want to get anywhere, we need an echelon card for each of us!"
Springfield chuckled. " So does that make you our commander of us two?"
Abraham scratched the back of his head. "Well, I'd be honored to!" Kalash shrugged, and Abraham head over to Commander Ivankov. He waved his hands towards the girls, and explained the situation about the cards. He nodded, and snapped his fingers. A secretary Five-Seven Doll came over with some forms.
"Here, sign these." it said in its cold, somber voice. They took the pens and signed their forms, giving them back. Five Seven then returned to the three, and gave them each cards. "These will each act as identification on part of Grifon and Kryuger, while we are in Russia. Enjoy your flights!" She smiled, and skipped back to her Commander. The three got onboard the Ac-130, and sat down in stiff leather bound seats. Hope the flight isn't too long. All three thought unanimously. They were now a unit, a comradery of allies.
Echelon: 463
6 hours later.
"here you go, your passes back. We hope you enjoyed the flight!" The ticket attendant said cheerfully. The three packed their equipment, and head on to the train station.
"Oh man, that was one hell of a flight. You wouldn't think it could get any worse than that." The T-dolls nodded in agreement to Abraham's statement. flight a24 has now landed from their flight at terminal 13. hope you enjoyed your flight! the coms blared. The three walked through the crowd, passing a kindly old lady wearing a red scarf, shivering from the cold.
Abraham kept his head down, but noticed to his right, a man had locked eyes with him, and his two T-Dolls next to him. He nodded in respect to Abraham, and Abraham reflected the cold gaze.
one with a scar on her face down through her eye and eyebrow, and both wearing fur jackets. He was wearing steel toe combat boots, and armor to go with digital camouflage. "Huh, talk about blending in." Abraham whispered to the girls. They nodded in agreement. as he passed the mysterious man, he noticed the reflection on the window, of a peculiar badge on his chest with one word.
Artemis.
Huh. a soldier with two T-dolls. What are the odds, B=both men thought.
Chapter 4: Interception
"Alright, let's get to that train shall we?"
"Yea!" Kalash cheered, and springfield put a hand over her mouth.
"Quiet! Top secret remember?" Springfield pointed out.
"Oh, right. Well, where do we actually have to go?" Kalash asked. In response, Abraham pulled out a small phone from his pocket, and opened the gps. A light blue hologram came out of the device, revealing the hologram to be a map. Slowly the map zoomed into the entirety of the city, illuminating the Train yard heading back to the east. The map zoomed back to their location, a birds eye view of their location, a small orange dot indicating the travelers in the middle of Crowds of people that went to and fro from the airport, and into the large red bricked square, with a giant Cavalry statue in the center facing the airport. Vast lanes of Red brick buildings lined the city streets, facing the green, snow capped mountains only blocks away from being hiked to. Many squads of police and law enforcement T-dolls walked around, watching for any possible danger in the streets. The crew began to move along to their destination, passing various shops, bakeries, and stands. People and their T-Dolls came up to the three, offering various goods, each offer kindly rejected with a nervous wave of a hand. After what had seemed an eternity of walking through a crowd and traffic, the amount of citizens began to decrease into few people running to and fro between buildings, and large, boxy warehouses appearing one after another. The trio eventually came upon a large, iron gated train station, with two Ak-12 dolls guarding the steel bar gate entrance. Abraham flashed the Echelon pass identifying their mission to this secluded area, and the Dolls nodded, letting them by without a comment, opening the gates. The gate closed right behind them, as all became louder and louder as they approached the box building. A second pair of Saiga-12 guards opened the warehouse door, and greeted the three to a wow inducing workforce loading a singular black train, steam billowing at the bottom of its rails, clouds of steam erupting from its hydraulics. Massive lamps lit up the buildings ceiling, with various soldiers of different ranks walking around the train, loading various supplies, from massive crates to small ammunition boxes, and other commanders giving orders to various staffers.
"Wow, there's so many people here, all for one secret mission back to Harbin!" Kalash remarked at the operation. Suddenly as they began walking toward the main carriage to board, A large Cargo crate was lowered onto one of the carriages, clicking into place with a thud, echoing through the floor. Abraham walked over to a soldier patrolling the trains main passenger carriage, flashed the passes for the group, and waved them through the door. Inside Commander Ivankov awaited them in the mid-carriage door, guiding them toward the private headquarters. After a minute of walking, they got to a steel door, with a passcode input in the center. Ivankov punched in a code, and the door promptly opened. A small wooden desk with a lamp was guarded by two idle Ak-47's. Kalash shivered when their gaze locked onto her. She grasped springfields hands, inching closer to her, and to Abraham. Commander Ivankov sat down, waving down for them to take the two seats. Springfield sat down with Abraham, while kalash quietly stood behind them. Abraham turned back toward her, standing up out of the chair.
"Oh, Kalash! You can sit down, I don't mind standing. Of course if thats ok with you, commander."
Ivankov raised an eyebrow, but sighed.
"Yes, that's fine with me. Albeit, a bit surprising, nonetheless." Kalash Shakingly sat down in the chair, gazing into the brown wooden floor, but looked up when springfield connected their hands with a smile. Commander Ivankov went to his drawer, pulling out a map of mainland Asia. He pointed to a thin grey line running across the entirety of Siberia, and into the familiar Harbin central in former China.
"We will be running a supply run to this area of China to help out anti-sangvis forces, who are in now dire need of supplies, as i'm sure you three know. Only problem is-" he pulled out another chart, this time a blueprint of the train they would be riding, and he pointed to a large crate looking part. "This is where all of the ammunition is held, as well as weapons for the troops. We cannot let this fall into enemy hands at all costs, otherwise the armies in the east will be in danger. We already have multiple guarding platoons all across the tundra, but we need to keep this train itself safe regardless. Thats where your battalion comes in. Led by MG5, my assistant, you will be in assistance of guarding this train as it moves across the tundra, and you will be also returned back to Harbin as well."
"How long is the trip going to take?" Springfield questioned.
"approximately 12 hours to 14, depending on conditions at this time of year. We will slow down around snow storms to ensure the safety of the train and us crew."
"Where is our echelon going to be stationed?" Abraham asked. He thought for a moment, then pulled out the blueprint section of the trains head.
"You will be guarding the main head of the train, where the driver T-dolls will be. There will be two echelons, one including yours of course. Yours will be one carriage ahead of the engine, while the other will be in the engine carriage itself. there will also be food available in that carriage, so if your hungry, rations will come around to you. Everything clear?"
The team nodded, and exited the office, through the help of the Ak-47 dolls opening the door, glaring at Kalash as she moved through. They moved through the carriages, as the train honked its horn, and began to move away from the train dock. finally sitting down next a window in the second carriage at their post, they located a comfortable table, and put their weapons onto the rifle racks outside their door. A PPK t-doll eventually came by their table.
"Food and drink for the passengers?" The doll said with a smile. She reached into a metal box, and pulled out various grey colored bags, with the letters MRE on them. Springfield looked at hers, with the words Steak strips, Kalash had Permeni on hers, and Abraham had Ziti with cheese on his. PPK put down three bowls and forks. "I hope you enjoy them." PPK said with a smile, and rolled the cart off to the next group of passengers.
"Well, this all we have for lunch again. Man Im gonna starve from this." Abraham noted.
"Yeah, and they didn't even bring any Vodka. And this train is going through russia too. Disappointed." Kalash pouted. SPringfield leaned against the window, looking to the blur that was the mountainside. Abraham suddenly perked up.
"wait a second. Pel'meni, steak strips, and ziti. Hmm. I have an idea!" He took the three MRE's, and dumped them together in one of the larger bowls, and used a spoon to mix it all together. Suddenly, the math happened, and the smell multiplied to greater levels. He then distributed the new mixture to each of them." when I was younger, I loved to make chili out of anything, just mixing into the pot whatever I could find that would work together! Bon Appetit as the french say!" he exclaimed, as they prepared to eat. Kalash and Springfield's eyes simultaneously lit up from the magnificence of the food, as they devoured the new mixture Abraham had brought into existence. "wow, this turned out surprisingly better than I expected, I have to say." Springfield noted.
3 hours into the trip, at the front of the train.
"All right, all systems check, all ready to go! we should be there by the end of the day." said the T-doll in engineering clothing.
"Mhmm." her partner quickly responded, further checking through the dials and system screens.
"honestly, you think we would able to do more than this."
"hmm."
"No action either. Just sitting around. Waiting till we get there."
"mmm."
"And I wish you were more energetic."
"Mhmm."
"Harumph." she replied. Suddenly, a quiet beeping noise came from one of the monitors. The first T-doll checked the monitor, seeing a small orange dot moving around the train.
"strange." One of the guards said.
"We don't have any convoys at this section of the trip, why so early?" Suddenly, another dot appeared, but now keeping pace with the train. "Oi, this better not be an early bird coming to help us." Suddenly there was a loud banging noise on the top of the train.
"Oh. Oh shit. call the other gau-" The soldier ran to the phone, and began to plug in the emergency code. The soldiers head exploded in a volley of blood onto the floor, collapsing his body down with the red shower. The T-dolls ran to get the button to alert the other carriages, but their hands had already been severed by the time they reached it. one of the dolls crawled up against the wall of the carriage.
"please. no, LET ME LIVE-"
Crack.
A hand picked up the announcer communication phone.
"Everyone on this train. Disarm yourselves immediately if you even want a chance to live. Hehehe. The sangvis Ferri are in town."
The voice clicked away, and the phone dropped to an ever growing pool of blood at the guards hands on the floor.
Authors note:
I put all of the first four chapters I've published over on Wattpad onto here so its more convenient to read through all of it at once.