Well this is my first ever fanfic. I hope you the reader enjoys this story.
This is the part of the story that takes place before the games.
The Fall of Wolvendon
"Get down!" Right after he finished warning his squad mates, the heavily armored soldier shook from many solid sounding impacts and fell over with a series of wet sounding coughs.
"Sir!" yelled on of the other soldiers.
"Cough-ngh-I'll live…I think…" the heavily armored soldier slowly got up leaving an alarmingly large sized crimson puddle on the broken and battered concrete floor.
"Sir! Reports are coming in from all over the city!" barked the young communications officer.
"Cough…Lay it on me…" quietly said the armored soldier as he looked over the somber view of his precious city burning under the relentless fire from his people's one time allies. The city which once stood proud with some of the most advanced buildings and technology in the world was nothing more than a flaming pile of rubble and ruins. Despite their hyper advanced defense technologies, they were still over- whelmed by the sheer ferocity of the surprise attack.
"All our defenses…and they just smashed them to pieces…" the lightest looking member of the squad obviously the scout spoke up, "…they were our allies! How could they?"
"That's because -cough- Wolvendon stood for what they hate…" the armored soldier coughed up enough crimson to paint his hand fully. "Damn it! We need to get the civilians out of here! I'll cover the evac…-cough- ngh…"
The entire squad looked as if they were about to object when the comms officer spoke up again. "Alright sir, just make it back to base…the people need their leader…"
"Heh…look at you, giving the orders now?"
"Nope…just telling you what the people need."
With a sigh he gestured to the stockpile of weapons they had. "Give me the LMG and five box mags for it…as well as fifteen mags for the 90's as well…"
"Just take all of them then."
"No you will need them to protect the non-combatants…'sides I have a few tricks up my sleeves," as the heavily armored soldier readied himself for what would most likely be the fight of his life, he noticed that there was a hell of a lot more soldiers than he thought. "Well now that might present a slight problem…"
"Sir? You say something?"
"Nope. Now get a move on people!" With that the Soldier jumped over the remains of a car that he had previously been using for cover.
Running to a nearby concrete blockade, he set up his little "checkpoint" as his squad likes to call it when they set up any form of weaponized resistance, and prepared for the onslaught to come. "Well now let's see who they sent after us as the foot soldiers of this ill begotten war…"
Even at the distance he had set up shop it was easy to see the flag patches on the soldiers. The patches were red and white striped with a blue square full of white stars.
"And here I thought they would have sent the Foreign Legion…not the regular marines…" with a heavy sigh the Soldier readied the LMG and waited for the first few men to get within optimal firing range. "Almost there…almost there…gotcha!"
As the first fire team of his battalion rounded the corner the battalion commander heard a defining roar and then he saw the spray of crimson spewing out across the street.
"What in the Holy Hell was that!"
With a grim look of satisfaction the Wolvendon soldier picked up shop and relocated so as to not get caught or boxed in by the overwhelming enemy force.
"Damn their commander is smart…he only sent a fire team to run point instead of an entire squad…I've got my work cut out for me…ngh…that is of course if I don't die of blood loss first." The Soldier went and set up this new checkpoint on the wreckage of a bus so that he had a little bit of high ground. "Heh…think I might actually die this time…"
Once he had fully finished setting up he settled for the "long haul" and stared down the sights of his LMG. "Well now. Let's see how much fun we can have before they decide to ruin it…"
After hours of dodging incoming fire of all sorts the lone Wolvendon soldier had managed to whittle the enemy forces down to just a small hand full of men, but he had also whittled down his ammunition to three and a half mags for his 90's leaving him with fewer than ninety-nine rounds. Even though he put up a valiant fight the Soldier was once again cornered in the heavily damaged remains of the concrete garage structure.
"Of course they just had to steal some of MY DAMN TANKS! And the mass driver ones too…" the Soldier just barely managed to duck underneath the last volley. "Well the good thing in this situation is that they can't shoot worth crap…"
After checking his magazine to see if it was fully loaded, the Soldier popped up out of cover to fire at the few remaining enemy soldiers before running for new cover to avoid the next volley from the tanks. "Shit." Reloading his 90 once more he peaked out of his cover only to duck down once more to avoid another smattering of fire from the enemy.
"Wont they ever quite! Why the hell are they so damn persistent…" as the Soldier dove behind another semi-destroyed pile of cars he saw a Wolvendon Defense Trooper action figure impaled on a piece of twisted metal. "Well that's just inspiring…"
As the last tank settled into nothing more than a smoldering heap the Soldier shook his smoldering hand to put out the few remaining embers, "Damn that was close…why the hell do they even have that kind of tech…"
Looking out over the 'battlefield', if you could call it that, he looked on as the oldest residential district of Wolvendon that he had worked tirelessly for years to rebuild crumble around him.
With a sigh the Soldier began his long and arduous trek through the destroyed city to the civilian evacuation zone. As he approached the evac point he was met with a challenge in an obscure dialect, "Jahisk eihtor Varzik?"
"What the-Zachariah you completely butchered that! You just asked me if I was a 'roasted wheel hound from Varzik'…" the Soldier practically broke his own nose with how hard he had facepalmed.
"Yep that's him…is it just me or does he just hate me?" the guard on watch, who's name patch read Zaxharaiha, commented into his radio.
"No I do not but obviously your requisitions officer does…" the Soldier pointed to Zachariah's name patch. "Anyways where's your CO?"
"The third building on the left sir."
"So that's the plan any questions?"
The right hand of everyone present at the briefing other than the Soldier shot up at the same time immediately after he had finished.
"Ok so…any questions on the plan, not on what I'm wearing?" All the hands but two dropped below the table. "So…you what your question?"
The young MP he had pointed to lowered her hand and had a flustered look on her face. "Well sir…my question is not exactly about what you're wearing but more about why it looks so familiar…"
-Smack- The Soldier left an impression of his face in the solid oak table. "…I'll ignore that one so…next."
The other soldier with his hand up lowered it and coughed to clear his throat. "I have to ask…ARE YOU FUCKING SUICIDAL?" The rest of the soldiers flinched at his outburst.
The Soldier ran his hand through his hair while he contemplated his answer. "Well…no…I'm not…"
"Well you could have fooled me…this plan of yours has you walking into the enemy's main camp…"
"Well yeah I need to cause enough of a distraction for everyone to escape…I need to keep all eyes on me not the sky."
"What the HELL!" yelled the base commander. As he was ushered out of the command tent he saw one of the row of parked tanks explode from the inside. "Get the men out there to find the asshole that just blew up my tanks!"
As the dust settled a figure could be seen siting on an overturned military truck with a coat of some sort fluttering in the heat waves radiating off of the flames.
As the last trail of smoke started to expand and dissipate the Soldier heaved a heavy sigh.
"Freeze!" The base's defense soldiers surrounded the Soldier on all sides. "Lay down your arms or we will shoot!"
"Hahahaha! Tell your commanding officer that Wolvendon has been defeated… And that the last surviving member of The Silver Katana Peace Keeping Mercenary Organization surrenders but does not surrender his weapons."
"Lay down your arms or we will shoot you!" the highest ranking base soldier ordered.
"Are you deaf boy!? I told you what to do so go do it!" The Soldier barked out the order. "You know what…tell him that General Ezeikel Van Garrote has requested an audience with the war council to discuss your unconditional surrender." With that the Soldier and the base soldiers marched off to the nearest bunker.