Hello everyone, and welcome to my first Gate fanfiction. Now I'm not too fond of OC's being in stories as writers sometimes insert themselves into the role of the character. However I'd like to first and for most say I've had this pit in my stomach and something gnawing at me from the inside to write this story. I hope you all enjoy the story and review it so I can better myself as a writer and storyteller.
Little Creek, Virginia, 1200 hours
The room was dark, and notes of rustling could be received from within. Sixteen men could be seen standing outside of what could be considered like a plywood house. Eight men could be identified on each side of the main entrance. The four eye'd demons were stacked in a column in sheer silence. The pressure in the air was heavy to put it lightly. What looked to be the platoon leader tapped the top of his lancer helmet. The third man behind him left the formation and proceeded to the door slowly. Kneeling in front of the wooden door lifting the panoramic GPNVG's from his eyes. Then a sound of velcrow straining and finally losing its hold on a piece of fabric bellowed into the silence. A plastic substance then was firmly placed just below the door knob. Unraveling wires that were previously held within a plastic roll connected to the explosive now on the door each column backed up around the corners of the building. Their movements were in perfect sync with and seemed to be a mirror of the man in front of them. It started from the very back as each member gripped the crye uniform covered left shoulder of the man in front with their right hands. In their left they carried a highly customized 416 with suppressors on the ends. The man that was at the door backed up around the corner as well and leaned near the platoon leader. Dropping his night vision back to his eyes he finally stopped moving. Not shortly afterward he felt the firm grip of the platoon leader grasp and shake the mans left shoulder lightly.
The explosion roared to life within the dark room and splintered the front door blowing a hole where the doorknob connected to the from. Opening the door to death was more often than not a violent and quick decision in life. As soon as the explosion announced itself to the quiet room the two columns of men were already converging on the door with the demolition man taking up the rear holding the last man's shoulder. Their entry was quick with no wasted movements. Inside the building was a corridor in which soon was filled with these demons with a row of five hugging each wall. The third row of six positioned themselves in the middle of the corridor the sounds of loud muffled gun fire could be heard from the three pointmen as the disappeared in to the dust, smoke, and darkness of the building.
"Also in the news, North Korea has been announced as the next location of the Olympics following just a few years after its joinment into the United Nations." The news achor droned over the small tv within what looked like an armory. It was drowned our shortly by the sound of men talking amongst themselves and a plate carrier being dropped onto a white fold out table.
"Lady that last breach could have been better, try using four pounds next time." The platoon leader said as he took off his helmet placing it next to the plate carrier. His hair seemed to glisten in its slicked back position clearly drenched in sweat. Clearly the team had been running the killhouse all day. For a special forces unit this was most of their life, eighty percent training twenty percent on actual missions.
"You know I can't believe you guys gave me that nickname man!" Lady retorted towards nobody in particular.
"Hey don't take it so hard your 'highness.'" Added one of the team leaders from behind taking off the gear he had on his person.
Turning to face the man who made the remark Lady just nodded his head with an 'okay, okay' motion. "Alright then man how did you get yours then?" he shot out with a smile on his face. The blond clearly was still new to the team having just joined them two months prior.
"Man I just love fishin' and everybody knows it. I mean if you're so curious I could take you ou-" Angler felt a pair of gloves hit the back of his head as the group of men collectively let out an exausted sigh confirming they had heard this speech hundreds of times before.
"C'mon guys, really? I don't think I can take this hostile work enviroment anymore." The joke from the country boy got most of the guys to let out light chuckles amongst themselves.
One of the other males walked up to the platoon leader with a nudge of his elbow into his shoulder.
"What's up?" Panther asked the man now standing next to him with curiouity present in his face.
"Ah, not much man Kelly was just wondering if you wanted to have dinner with the family." The man was one of his good friends and a veteran on the team.
"I'll think about it Buddha. but I think I might head to Dockside, you guys up for it?" The voice called out across the room to which he got a Hooyah from the men in the armory.
Dockside Bar, 1500 hours.
The group of sixteen had been lazily enjoying the nectar of the bar for a good thirty minutes. The sounds of SEAL team two's laughter could be heard through out the secton of the bar they were in. Each one of the men were clearly enjoying the company of the others. This carried on for a few minutes as they swapped stories of what was going on within their personal lives to the team. One of the stories had been about how Salesman's daughter had finally brought her boyfriend home for dinner a few nights ago.
"Oh man this poor kid, I mean I know she hated that I did that to him but she's my baby girl you know? By the way Chief when are you going to settle down and start a family?" Salesman asked with a merry smile on his face.
"I'll probably settle down and have some kids of my own when I have to stop baby sitting all of you guys." Panther chuckled and brought his glass mug up inbetween his bearded lips. The glass was custom made clearly as it was huge. The side of the mug had a beautiful panther engraved into it clearly stating that it was the Senior Chief's and nobody elses. The sailors all had a pretty good laugh from the comment from him. The mans auburn eye's trailed over his brothers with a now barely noticeable smile on his face. Scanning the room he saw many tv's with different sports being broadcast at the same time. Fish tanks could be seen through out the place and he pushed his fingers into the pocket of his blue jeans. He pulled out a small pin known as a budweiser, or SEAL trident from his pocket and looked it over once before he placed it back within the confines fo the fabric. Picking up a pool stick he tapped it against his glass. This gathered the attention of his fellow sailors.
"Now you guys know that were all here for more than just the booze tonight." He paused and looked at each one of their faces. "We've known eachother for a long time now and we have had our fair share of problems, ups, downs, what ever the fuck it might be...But there is one thing that we all know with out a doubt in our minds. We've got each others backs and nothing will ever change that. We're brothers in and out of service and if anybody has an issue we will sort that shit out like we always do... Tonight however its about time that we fully accept Lady into this brotherhood. Lady? C'mon up man." Marc "Panther" Wolfe said finishing the first half of the speech. As requested Clair "Lady" Hollister made his way to the front of the group. Setting his oversized mug down on the pool table he pulled the Budweiser out of his pocket and held it up to his team for them to see. Taking the back off of the pin you could make out the sharp end of it fully exposed to the world. Placing the Budweiser over Lady's left pectoral muscle he raised the back of his fist. Lady however just stood there as stalwart as he could.
"I've got your back." Panther said as he hammered the pin into his flesh and let go of it. Then afterwards another member of the team came up.
"I've got your back." Kevin "Buddha" Mason repeated the the words to the ritual and did the same hammering the pin.
Each member of the team did the same as the person before them.
"I've got your back." Gerry "Taipan." Crittenden
"I've got your back." Isaac "Voodoo" Martinez
"I've got your back." Ramon "Longhorn" Burch
"I've got your back." Charles "Geyser" Mitchell
"I've got your back." Henry "Wizard" Lander
"I've got your back." George "Badger" Davis
"I've got your back." Jeorge "Frost" Sussman
"I've got your back." Kevin "Pawn" Estrada
"I've got your back." Santos "Salesman" Bowman
"I've got your back." Damien "Mustang" Kroeger
"I've got your back." Spencer "Watchman" Craig
"I've got your back." Brian "Angler" Byrd
"I've got your back." Michael "Anvil" Berube
Blood had begun to collect in the fabric of his shirt as he watched each of them. Each hit to his chest hurt more and more as the pin dug deeper into his flesh. There definately would be a good bruise left the next day.
Clair "Lady" Hollister turned to his brothers and began to speak the words. "I've got your.." He stopped and stared at one of the TV's positioned behind the group. "What the fuck?" The words slithered out of his mouth with out a second thought from him. On the TV was a live news feed of an army of soldiers clad in armor slaughtering civilians and police officers in the streets. Drakes picked people off from the streets to drop them from beyond the tops of buildings. Washington D.C. was being ravaged by an unknown enemy.
"This is a movie right?" Mustang spoke up within the silent group. Panther however had begun to see that not just this TV was broadcasting this but every TV in the bar. A drake swooped upwards towards the camera much to the frantic
new reporters dismay. There was static at first but the picture regained itself as it hung from below the news helicopter for the entire country to see the womans body being torn apart by the monster. After which the feed returned to a very worried pair of news anchors debriefing the country of the current situation.
"That can't be fucking real bro."
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