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Act I: Chapter I

War. War is evolution, and evolution is a continuous battle in the fight for survival. The will to live is needed in order to stay alive, a mistake, no matter how small, can cause death somewhere in the long term. The world is a harsh place, its' a giant arena where one of Mother Nature's greatest creatures duke it out. No species in the planet's 4.5 billion year history fought like Humankind, Homo Sapiens, known simply as humans. Throughout their 200,000 year old reign, mankind had fought each other because they were isolated from each other. The cultures and languages performed and spoken don't work well with each other, and so the word evolution changed to war for mankind.

Chernov Reznov thought of this well, as he was half-human himself. He was a member of a 2 year old species simply called Green Smurfs, they were indirect descendents of the familiar blue smurfs humanity both love and despise. When the two species mixed biologically, green smurfs are the by product. No one was sure why the green smurfs were – well, green. Thinking what a green smurf is like was like trying to study the center of Planet Earth, in order to understand fully, you must go back a generation into their human roots.

Gargamel's spell was cast by Chernov's father known mainly as Dimitri, he created Engineer Smurfette, Chernov's mother and combined his DNA with hers in order to create the first green smurf prototype. That prototype was Chernov, and later, 1,000 green smurfs. Five hundred males and the other half were females, they had a reputation of being both cute and deadly. Dimitri's family history took him to years of war and battles, he fought some of his personal battles himself and eventually past on the genes that helped his family survive to this new race.

This race of grass green smurfs stand no taller than the pure-blooded light blue smurfs, they wore mainly M81 woodland camouflage instead of the traditional white. Males wore camouflaged smurf hats and pants awhile females wore camouflaged smurf hat and dresses, some males and females wore green overalls only if they're engineers. Interestingly enough, green overalls were more popular for green smurfettes. Unlike blue smurfs who are bald, green smurfs have a full head of hair. And both the males and females do a poor job of keeping them clean, as their messy and greasy hairs became integrated in the green smurfs personality.

This was all in Chernov's mind as he was focused on defending the Green Smurf Colony, a collection of 10 green smurf villages that formed a unified force, from another species of smurf. Their enemy was the red smurfs, these red smurfs wear brown ushankas, brown jackets, and pants. They were more monsters than smurfs, as they were known for their reputation of being ruthless. No one was sure where they had came from, all the know was that they try to attack the Green Smurf Colony on occasion. A hint of their origins was that they speak mainly Russian, the accent says that they probably came from the Ural Mountains.

Thankfully, the Supreme Commander, Chernov Reznov, made sure that they all fear his face. Standing 10 centimeters tall and wearing a camouflaged jacket and pants, he can send the red smurf armies running back towards wherever they really came from. His role on being a leader will be put to the test once again, as he had dealt with major fighting against the red smurfs about a year ago. It had been awhile, but Chernov was confident that he still had the moves to fight back.

His father's work made sure that the green smurfs were technologically advanced, Chernov held the portable radio to his mouth and pressed the talk button, "Wunderwaffe to Richard, come in, over."

"Go ahead, bro." said Rick, the Lieutenant Commander of the Green Smurf Colony.

"What's the status of your position in the front lines?"

"The red had us pinned down, already lost a few fellows here. Requesting backup, bro."

"Copy. I'll provide you with some sniper cover personally until we can get our armor and artillery divisions in place."

"You sure you can take on an entire army bro?"

"Watch me, over and out."

Chernov was pretty handy with a sniper rifle, his semi-auto SIR sniper mod that fires 2 mm rounds over 500 meters, able to take out anyone with extreme accuracy. In the case of firearms, green smurfs proved to be superior at their rifles and machine guns. Chernov planned to give the red smurfs a reminder of who was boss.

He head across the paved road past several spider-holes as his fellow green smurfs rushed passed them, holding their semi-automatic SIR rifle mods and RS-100 assault rifles. The Reznov Super-rifle 100 rounds as it was officially known was made out of carbon fiber and aluminum with built in red dot scopes, it was designed to be 5 parts or less. It was simple as it sounds. The newer models of the Standard Infantry Rifle simply had three parts: The barrel and loading system, the body, and the trigger and it's components. Newer models were made out of carbon fiber and aluminum, awhile the older models had bodies made out of steel and wood.

Chernov jogged down the road till he reached the front line, an artillery shell from the red smurfs came crashing into a spider-hole nearby. The blast nearly blew out his ear drum, he shrugged it off as he climbed up one of the ancient oak trees that surround and pop-marked the colony, grumbling under his breath in frustration.

Once he reached a high point of a tree, Chernov got into position and set up his rifle on a specially designed tri-pod. Once he was on his belly, Chernov looked through the mil-dot scope and saw his targets. A group of red smurfs armed with crappy SK-47s were coming down no-mans land, a small clearing that was no more than 50 meters across and three times that number long that sits right at the border of the Colony. Typical red smurf strategies involve using their crappy S-74 tanks taking the brute force of the defenses as their infantry come jogging in their rear, it was a foolish move to even have infantry on no-man's land, as machine guns can mow the offensive opponents down awhile riddling them into Swiss cheese. It wasn't smart at all.

Red smurfs aren't the best scholars, but Chernov respected them, his green smurfs are just as incompetent on things other than war. The S-74 tanks ground to a halt, the infantry behind them stopped as well. In order for the tanks to attack properly, they had to remain stationary in order to launch their 12 mm shell. Knowing how long it would take for these tanks to attack and reload after each shot, Chernov decided to take the opportunity to his advantage.

He adjust the scope to the correct distance awhile performing mental mathematical calculations, he loved math almost as much as his girlfriend. When Chernov think he had distance and wind speed tuned in, Chernov took aim at one of the red smurf's heart, then held his breath.

At the pull of the trigger, Chernov fired a round going 3220 KPH. The round hit home, striking the red smurf hard and sending him collapsing onto the ground. His fellow comrades turned their heads and had only a fraction of a second to react when Chernov rapid fired on them, each round he fired was a direct hit, striking the red smurfs in their neck and chest. The last red smurf took the round through the eye and the back of his head turned into a bloody confetti cannon, spraying brain matter and blood everywhere before dropping dead on the ground.

Well there's a start. Chernov Thought.

Chernov went on taking pot shots at the other red smurfs as green smurf ground forces went on destroying the S-74 division, he can see the rounds of the triple-barreled 7 mm Panzerschreck stream into view and struck the tanks hard. One by one, the tanks were obliterated, one tank had its turret blown off. Chernov never liked those ugly brown tanks anyway, he only liked its spectacular death sequence. That's what you get for designing the ammunition bay around the base of the turret.

"Good work Commander," said Chad, "Now we need some help with a bit of close quarters combat here."

"Your position?" asked Chernov.

"Below you."

Chernov looked down and saw Chad waved at him as he held his fully-auto RS-100 in hand, he rolled his eyes as he puts his equipment away before climbing down the old oak. Once his feet was back on the ground, Chad handed Chernov an RS-100 magazine, "You're so reliable Chad." Chernov said sarcastically.

"Thank you." said Chad.

"That wasn't a compliment."

"I know it wasn't."

"That is why I like you green smurfs for being my half-siblings, cause you're all half-wits."

"What about Rachael?"

"Then that means I'm screwed."

Both green smurfs laughed. Now it got serious, "So where's the red smurf force?" asked Chernov.

"Down the road," said Chad, "We best get there or Dashie would take out all the easy targets."

"She always does."

"No duh."

Chernov removed the barrel of his SIR and replaced it with the rifle barrel, then loaded it with the magazine Chad gave him. He checked the ACOG scope on the rifle to make sure it was functioning ok, sure enough it was and always will be, "Let's go Chad." he ordered.

"As you command, Wunderwaffe."

Wunderwaffe was German for "Wonder Weapon," it was given to him directly by his father. Having survived a few battles and skirmishes, he felt like he can obliterate the entire world on command. He almost had the resources to do so, almost. Anyway, the red smurfs that he was going to fight will be armed with the Smurf Kalashnikov 47, the small version of the AK-47. It fires a 1.47 mm round and hold a 30 magazine capacity. The SIR, including its barrel variations, fires 1.18 rounds and so does the RS-100. Like its human cousin, the weapon was made out of wood and steel.

Red Smurfs had a habit of attaching baronets to the ends of the barrels, the weight of the blades makes tip of the rifles heavy and less accurate at longer ranges. Chernov can see that clearly when he approached the group of red smurfs Chad was talking about. They were positioned up on a slightly higher elevation as fellow green smurfs below were firing back, Chernov can see that they were wearing their dragon skin body armor as they should. Chad, being reckless, wasn't.

Chernov held up his rifle and began firing away at the red smurfs, he made sure that each round coming out of his barrel hit what he was aiming for. Once the red smurfs saw him, their eyes went big. Fear, just the way Chernov wants them to think about him. He couldn't help but show an evil grin, and that got the red smurfs running. One red smurf fired his assault rifle wildly at him, all of the rounds missed as Chad ran for cover in a trench, though one round struck Chernov hard in the lower part of his rib. Thanks to his Kevlar clothing and his love for cow milk, the round only gave him a nasty bruise and caused no further damage.

He felt the round hit him, yet he shrugged it off as he returned a round of his own. Chernov's own bullet went through the red smurf's jaw and shot out the neck, he went down instantly.

"You okay bro?" asked Chad as he stuck his head cowardly out of the trench.

"I'm fine." Chernov said bluntly.

"The reds are retreating," said Rick on the radio, "We won!"

"URA!" cheered pretty much hundreds of green smurfs at once over the broadband.

Chernov held up his hand radio and call it in, "Okay comrades," he said, "Let's rap things up and get on with our daily schedule, I wanna be home before sun down."

"Commander," said Rick on the radio, "You best come down to the infirmary."

"What happened?"

"Secretary Of Defense had been shot, the wound looks pretty bad."

"I'll be right over, ETA: 10 minutes."

Chernov puts his radio away and gestured to Chad to come towards him, the green smurf climbed out of the trench and got to his feet, "Come with me." Chernov simply say.

"Why," asked Chad, "Did I screw up?"

"No, because you're a close friend."

"Oh okay."

"Don't forget about me." said a voice.

Chad and Chernov turned to see Dashie, Rick's girlfriend who looked similar to an evil smurfette, came marching towards them. She doesn't appear to be very happy, "I wanna give that Ricky a piece of my mind about-"

"Save it till we get there." said Chernov.

"Fine." scoffed Dashie.

The trio made the walk towards GSV 3, the green smurf village that contains science and medical labs, is where the infirmary was at. Even though there were small medical clinics pop-marked all over the Colony, GSV 3 had the only hospital in the Colony. Every time where major conflict took place in the colony, the hospital is expected to be filled with wounded green smurfs from the fight. It was, however, rare for a green smurf who holds a high status to wind up in the infirmary since their training was somewhat more advanced than the conventional.

Along the way, the green smurfs could hear the pops and spit-fire of guns still going off. The battle was officially over and now small skirmishes fill in the vacuum. Eventually both sides grew tired and decided to head home, though a few would continue fighting until they ran out of ammo or green smurf reinforcements come into play. Chernov rarely partake in such skirmish, sometimes he watches but that's about it.

The green smurfs soon approached the infirmary, which was simply a huge white building with a fat red cross over the entrance. When they got inside, they saw Rick resting his head in his hands as he sat in the main lobby. Something must had gone wrong, "Rick?" asked Chernov.

Rick held his head up and looked at Chernov, there were tears in his eyes, "I'm sorry brother," said Rick, "He's gone, Greg had past away."

That was a major blow, Gregory was one of the best green smurfs Chernov ever had, "How bad were his wounds?" he asked.

"He saved a few green smurfs by throwing himself over a live enemy grenade," said Rick, "We were shocked to find him still alive after his torso had been disemboweled, but he eventually succumbed to his wounds once we got him to the infirmary. I miss him already Chernov."

"He was one of my closest friends," said Chad, "I'm going to miss him."

"He was one of the few green smurfs I ever got along with," said Dashie, "Now what's left are you guys, and that Lizzy brat."

The sense of loss weighed heavily on Chernov, even though he doesn't show it. He sighed and he extended his hand, Rick took it and he was pulled back onto his feet, "Let's head back to the Command Center and sort this all out guys."

"Sure." said Rick nonchalantly.

The green smurfs left the infirmary and headed back to GSV 1, where the Command Center was located. The Command Center was like any ordinary spider-hole, except it was filled with the best communications equipment of the Colony's finest. It was the capital building of the Colony, electronic information sent through wires from one village to the next passes through the Command Center first. Chernov helped set it up himself, officially the Command Center was suppose to be Chernov's home. He actually lives in the Smurf Village, and Rick and Dashie lives in the Command Center instead.

Rick was Chernov's closest friend and brother, in fact Rick was the first green smurf Chernov had ever met in person. He spent a good portion of his first year of life without the knowledge of the Green Smurf Colony until the first Humanoid War broke out, once found he turned the small community into an industrial society. Those were good times, but that was the past, everyone was more focused on the present at the moment.

When the green smurfs walked down the ramp that leads into the Command Center, Chernov opened the door and found the whole place was covered with empty beer and moonshine bottles, again. It was all over the computers, the sides of the walls, the filthy cot Rick and Dashie sleep on, and the large round table at the center of the room, it was an almost unbelievable sight, "Dashie." said Chernov.

"What?" asked Dashie.

"You ever clean up after yourself?"

"I in fact do."

"Then why not all... this."

"Fine, I'll go get a couple of garbage bag."

Dashie left the Command Center grumbling under her breath, Chernov, Chad, and Rick walked in and shut the door behind them. The three sat at the table as Chernov sweep all the bottles on the table onto the floor with his arm, the glass bottles and jugs clatter all over like a million ping pong balls. "Chad," said Chernov, "Would you want to take Greg's job?"

"Me," asked Chad, "Be Secretary of Defense?"

"You're the only person I know who has a similar personality to him, and besides, I owe you one."

"Awe, I'd forgotten about that time where you'd knocked me out cold. It's a real honor brother, but what about my daughter Katusha? I would be so busy working that I wouldn't see her."

"Move into Greg's office, you live and work there, like Rick and Dashie here in the Command Center."

"Thank you, you won't regret it."

"If you die too soon, I will. Now go over there and go over Gregory's things, you can have it all, just be careful what you find. Rumor has it he has a store of napalm over there."

"Yes, sir!"

Chad got up and ran out the Command Center with enthusiasm, when he slammed the door behind him a glass bottle over at the wall got knocked over. A moment past before Chernov got up, "I'm going home Rick," he said, "I'll see you some other time."

"Right away?" asked Rick.

"Rachael is probably worried sick about me, I don't want to keep her waiting."

"I guess so."

"She's an interesting smurfette, you can be sure of that."

"What about the arrangements of Greg's funeral?"

"We'll have it within 48 hours at this hour, have it right down the street at the incinerator."

"Okay, bye Chernov."

"Bye."

TO BE CONTINUED...