Stranded

by icarus20

Story about my OC who is a soldier in our world in Mereen, fighting the sons of the harpy. Slow build up, so if you want the action, I'd avoid chapters 1-3. You have been warned. Intrigue will develop, but later on, so if you like the politics, watch this space!

1. Chapter 1

The last thing he remembered was a blinding flash, crushing pressure, and then, weightlessness. He had hit something hard and rocky, the blacked out. He tried to open his eyes, and look around at his surroundings. It was hot. Hot and dusty. The heat was oppressive, even in the shady bits of this ravine. He was surrounded by red rocks that towered above him, as if they were huge sentinels, watching any move he might make. It looked a lot like the desert in eastern Egypt, but without the sand. The air was humid and tasted metallic. Or maybe that was blood from his split lip. If this was "specialised training", he and 200 other guys in the second guards had just been turned into a bad joke. Besides, by specialised, they had meant space. Sitting up against the wall of the ravine, he couldn't help but chuckle at that reminder of capitalism.

Since its foundation 17 years ago, Phoenix Corporation hadn't stopped growing. Originally, it had been just the boss, working with materials nicked from the local dump, and putting them together into a rifle. The Phoenix A1 wasn't the best, but it got the job done. The majority of NATO had bought it, after all. Then, they started growing, producing not only weapons, but soldiers. Today, the Phoenix PMC service was one of the most highly regarded private military companies in the world, with the 2nd guards often being called the best regiment of soldiers the world has ever seen. The third, fourth and fifth guards were always annoyed at that, but everyone shared a sense of mourning for the first. That was what brought them together.

Sighing, he got up and looked for his rifle, checking his radio as he did so. No signal. He grabbed his water canister, and tried to drink from it, getting only dust in return. Fuck. No water, communication or weapons, apart from his knife. His kitbag was missing as well, and he was in the desert. A few hours ago, he had been going to space, to train with US and UK personnel on the most high tech training facility ever made. Now, he was in a dusty, rocky shithole, with no way out apart from walking. He sighed, and began to move down the ravine, glad his compass was working, and taking him south. To what ,God only knew, and the bastard wasn't telling.