First story, I have had this idea smashing in the side of my head for an extremely small amount of time. This story may stop soon after it begins, and/or it may never be update for an extremely long amount of time. I am not a professional writer, there will be mistakes that I will miss, and so will you kindly not mind them. The base of this Idea I got was from BloodRedSword23's Naruto The Marine. (I'm am not military savvy)
Quotation marks- speaking! - "I am not a professional writer"
Single quotation marks- Thoughts!-'I really wish I was'
Bold- Techniques- Shadow Clone Jutsu (can't believe this was the first thing that came to mind!")
Italics-Radio or Sign language- "CONTACTS LEFT SIDE!"
Let's Start Now. I do not own any of thing things motioned below! It's a fan fiction for a reason!
Country- Iraq
Date and time of day- 6th of November 2003
*BOOM BOOM BOOM, FUSH* the sound of heavy machine gun and Anti-tank weapons Firing in the distance, woke a man form his unconsciousness. He looked around him to hopefully find friendly units, however he was not shocked to not find them instead be found the pain of metal forced through his leg and the pain of being alone.
E-6 Staff Sergeant Mike Sherlock was sitting behind his burning hulk of steel that was one a M1A2 Abrams Main Battle Tank. His crew was not as luck as him because there flaming bodies were still inside said tank or did trying to climb of the turret hatches. The smell of his men's burning flesh basking in the heavy Kevlar of his body armor. His leg had been impaled with what looked like a piece of armor from his tank, reaching down to slow the bleeding his mind wandered.
'Where is the rest of the 127th armored platoon?'He thought.' Did they just leave us behind? Did they believe that no one could have gotten out of the tank before it had exploded? If so why not leave some men to pick up the bodies?'
Mike looked down to the sand covered earth with a look of disgust. He could not tell were this emotion had come from, either from the feeling of losing the men under his command or disgusted for leaving them behind. He reached down to pick up his standard issue Beretta M9; dropping the magazine from the gun to check if the ammo had been damaged in the explosion.
*SCRAPE* the sound of metal being moved alerted him. Snapping his sidearm up because his rifle was too far away he waved his gun in the general direction. His eye noticed a figure moving inside the smoke, putting his gun on point.
"Infidel!" Screamed the charging Al Qaida member.
Mike pulled the trigger and the shot went wide, the round cutting through the air and missing the running man by a mere mile.
'Damn it!' Mike yelled in his mind 'squeeze don't pull'
This time the round shot out and slammed into the other man's face. The bullet passing through bone and hit the brain, but however he had pulled the trigger again too late. The terrorist's finger had already pulled the trigger; The Ak74u he was toting around sprayed its deadly payload on Mike.
"AH, Fuck" Mike exclaimed in extreme pain. "Why do I have such bad luck?!"
The terrorist fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Mikes body armor only catching a handful of the 5.45x39mm rounds, the last rounds punched through to hit his internal organs. He reeled his head back and spat on the dead body of the terrorist.
"You would think they would be happy were here to take care of their problems!" he mumbled "but NO they just hate us even more than before."
With bullet holes and his leg torn to complete uselessness. The impact of the situation hit him; he was going to die anyway. He was not going to be able to move, but he was not going to shoot himself. He had already decided that he was going to hang on even when the last drop of blood left his body.
Time passed extremely slowly, blood pouring slowly from the multiple holes in his body. The sound of fighting had stopped in the distance, or it was his body already shutting down. The clock ticking down, he could feel wet hot blood covering the sand under him turning to a shade of scarlet mud. His vision becoming black and white and fading in the sides Mike knew he was going to die anytime.
Look up at the sky one last time; Mike was disappointed that it had lost all of it color. His sight had faded to black, and he was gone from the world.
Unknown location
Unknown time
"Wake up" said a voice
Mike pulled himself from the ground, looking around. He was confused where he was, the white void he was in he had never seen before. The Absence of all actual color for as far as he could see.
"Behind you" Spoke the voice.
"Where am I?" Spoke Mike as he turned around.
When Mike had turned around he did not see anyone. He was confused he could have sworn he had heard a voice.
"Where are you?" he spoke loudly "And where am I?"
"You cannot see me, for I am above your ability to understand." Said the voice echoing around the white void. "The only thing you could compare me with is the word god"
"Ok, but where am I?" Mike said on guard. "Can you send me back home?"
"You in the dimension I have just created. I cannot send you back to your home dimension, for you familiar surroundings have already been changed."
"What does that mean?"
"It means that the place you are from could have been destroyed or time has passed and everything you have known has been changed, for good or for bad."
Mike's mouth was hanging open; he was lucky there were no flies around for they would have landed in his mouth and laid eggs.
"However I can send you to a different dimension when things maybe very different. I have no idea where I could send you." Spoke the voice again.
"I can't stay here?" Said Mike
"You are not supposed to be here, mortals are not allowed in the personal dimensions of the gods that create the worlds that they live on. As I was saying I will send you to a different world."
"What about my stuff?" questioned mike
"Your stuff will be sent along with you. However the combat vehicle you used cannot be operated by one man alone. Therefore I will repair it and create clones to work alongside of you, Along with replacements and the clones with the knowledge to repair your vehicle if it ever gets damaged again" spoke the god
"What do you mean?"Said Mike "I understand clones but how will they understand what to do?"
"I am a GOD!" exclaimed the voice. "I created most of the world that mortals live in. I have access to unlimited amounts of knowledge. These clones will be in many shapes and forms; they will have their own personalities. They will be able to create technology from your world in the world you land in." proudly boasted the god
"It sound like are a salesperson instead of a god." Deadpanned Mike.
"I have only relocated a handful of people that find themselves in my dimension" said the god in a matter of fact tone. "When I send you away, I suggest you keep a low profile." Spoke the god
"Sure, whatever you say." Said mike
"Are you ready?" The god asked
"Sure" Mike said preparing himself.
Tsume Inuzuka and her partner Kuromaru raced thought the forest; she pushed herself through the trees faster wanting to get back to the village before sun down. Kuromaru and she have just finished a border patrol mission. She was rushing back home to pickup her five year old daughter from the academy and take her out to eat.
Leaping from tree to tree the thought of what she would say to her daughter. Suddenly there was a nearby explosion of white, the bright light surprised her and she tripped on the branch she had just stepped on, and before she could push the unsturdy branch it snapped under her weight. She fell to the forest floor with a heavy *THUMP*
Foreign sounds brought up her guard and she waited for whatever made the sounds to come into the small clearing. Suddenly four men wearing unfamiliar clothes and body armor walked out of the tree line. They had different type configurations on their helmets. Two had what just seemed like sunglasses on and one of the others was wearing a bandanna around his lower face to cover his mouth. The last had a type of goggles on the top of the helmet; it looked like they could fold down to cover his eyes. They had the some type of type of combat boots on, along with the same body armor and uniform underneath. They had a strange type of metal objects in their hands.
She was so surprised that she had almost had forgotten her partner. She picked herself from the ground, and was about to confront them when she noticed they have not noticed her yet. She heard a sound of their foreign language, two others different people wearing a different uniform with a little red cross on it along with less armor and smaller metal objects in some type of belt carried a man who was on a stretcher into the clearing. The man had only a uniform and his boots on. The two men stopped near the edge of the tree canopy, they set the stretcher down and kneeled down to check up on him. The other pulled a canteen out of his backpack, he handed it to the first man. The first one pulled something out of his pocket and waved it under the laying mans nose.
Suddenly the laying man woke up, looking around with a confused expression. The man gave the canteen to the now awake man. The awake man then took it from the first man and asked in his language something.
She made up her mind she would watch and get some Intel on who these people were.
"Where are we?" Asked Mike to the person in front of him
"Unknown, all we know is that you are our commanding officer sir" Said the man crouched beside Mike
"Drop the "Sir" please" Said Mike "So you guys are the clones the all power dude gave me"
"Yes sir we are, all we know is that you're our commander and the knowledge we have are the only things we have in our minds, but I know I'm a medic" Said the medic
"Were supposed to follow a person who does not even know where we are around!?" Said a face bandanna wearing man behind the medic said.
"Hey shut up!" Exclaimed another man but he had a pair of night vision goggles on his helmet "He's our commanding officer, he find out where we are."
"Don't talk about me like I'm not here please" Spoke Mike "where is my tin can opener?"
"What?" Said the medic
"Where is my tank?" Mike rephrased "The god said he would send my tank with me"
"Your tank is still in the woods" said the medic "we found you laying against it, the mechanic is looking over it right now."
"Good, can you help me up?"Asked Mike
The medic pulled him off the ground. The group of seven soldiers walked back into the woods, there was a snap of a twig behind them, the soldiers turn fast and brought up there M16A4's and spread out. They moved in a standard diamond position around the medic's and Mike.
Tsume cursed in her mind, quickly signing to Kuromaru to transform into a deer and to walk past the trees.
Kuromaru nodded. He then transformed into a deer and walked out of the underbrush and walk passed the troops who visibly relaxed and turned to walk. Tsume celebrated and slapped herself in the head for stepping on a stick.
Mike hadn't realized he had tensed up when a stick snapped, but when that deer walked out of the underbrush, he realized he was fucking paranoid.
When they got to back to they had randomly appeared, first thing he did when his saw his M1A2 Abrams tank was to run up the front of it and give it hug. Of course it was very awkward to the soldiers watching Mike do this, but Mike could care less because he had died next this exact tank earlier. He then put his hands on the 120mm cannon and swung himself on the forward armor of the tank.
"Where is the crew?" Asked Mike
"They should be inside already." Said the medic
"Well How convent" Said Mike
Opening up the commander hatch so he could just jump in, and he just climbed. Once inside he heard the cheers for him by the rest of the four person tank crew.
"So" Mike said "You guys got names?"
"No sir, but we chose to go by our job titles." Said the only female in the crew.
"And your job?" Mike asked
"Gunner "She said "Got the detailing eyes for it too."
"We will see if that's true." Said Mike "Driver start up the tank!"
The driver compiled with a roar of the engine. The tank lurched and smashed down the trees in front of it.