The Eternal War

OK, finally I got it up… its been hectic lately well this one will be a chapter for the books a good chuck of the story will take place in the next few chapters 2-4 or 2-6 I'm trying to figure out spacing…

!Language Warning! Rated E 10+ to T or above

Time: 00:50

Location: "Desert Mirage" FCB barracks

5 days till first troop transports arrive…

It's another 95 degree night in the desert… the base is mostly asleep with guards on duty…

Suddenly an explosion rips through the west wall causing numerous sirens to go off

"Shit!" Wolf says jumping out of his tri bunk bed along with the other officers while the recruits slowly wake up

"LET'S MOVE LADIES!" Wolf yells making half the barracks jump

Another explosion rips across the base causing most of the still sleeping officers and recruits to jump

"All Units Prepare for base invasion defensive status is currently 4…" the intercom calmly announced

"D-4? It's worst than we though we have possible heavy armor coming through the wall lets get ready to repel FOR THE MIRAGE!" Wolf said

"FOR THE MIRAGE!" everyone responded taking up arms and rushing out the doors to fight the unknown enemy

02:40…

INCOMING! Someone yells as a tank round hits the ground causing a geyser of sand to erupt in front of a group of solders…

"I think I need a new pair of pants after than one gezz…" a young feline said

"Where the hell did the noise go?" another young feline said as seemingly if all noise just disappeared

Just then he saw a burst of light… then another… and another… his heart beat quickened (but to him slowed) small sand spurts erupting in a line running to him… he could see the brass casings glinting in the moonlight... he could taste the acrid smoke from the machine gun… then as time was almost paused his mind was racing with his memories… flying past him… then time sped up growing to is normal pace he was brought back feeling the bullets approach him as the machine gun unloaded and zeroed in on him… just as the small sand spurts got to his feet another person a Doberman tackles him away taking a few shots for the feline… and tumbling free…

"MEDIC!" someone yelled the feline was in shell shock the Doberman was bleeding from leg wounds the machine gun had apparently jammed because it had stopped firing… the noise returned… diesel tanks rumbling about… hummers running about dodging tank rounds… aircraft screaming overhead… this was battle… and women were going to be here in less than a week…

05:46…

4 days till troops arrive…

The black acidic smoke burned their lungs with every breath… tanks lay strewn about without turrets or with fire bellowing from within… bits of aircraft litter the battlefield this was their home… these were their friends… why was this happening… why did they attack us?... they are gone now… and so is our security…

"The slightest bump in the night and were ready for a invasion… even the BC is scared clueless… and the women are still coming… what a mess" Wolf says recording in his video journal

"Date… Date… Today's Date… Is 6-15… 18… Panic has griped the camp… everyone is paranoid no one is sleeping… I've noticed poor performance… and my own self is decaying… this cant keep up… the wall was repaired… Lieutenant Devin received medical treatment after saving Private Kale from a machine gun on a half track… he… he's… in the hospital but will be fine in a day or two… commander still says the women are coming… well… I hope they can fight… End Log" Said the Large leopard to the video log camera… as calmly as he could

Troop reinforcements in 3 days…

"Mummers are running rampant around the camp… The women are due to arrive sometime, I stopped caring in last night's raid… we lost eight men… EIGHT MEN…" The rather skinny Siamese cat says breaking down and crying on the desk

"Jonathan… Mark… Tony… Pete… James… Jake… Shane… Joe… I knew all of them… we all knew them… we are closer than family here… what are we suppose to do were the number one most hostile rated base with 20000… well more like 18000 now… the night raiders are still unknown and now they have started using more heavy weapons and artillery… most of the base is underground so it doesn't hurt us physically but it does mentally…" a Doberman says to a video journal camera laying in a hospital bed

Meanwhile…

"Hey, Carm, how come we gotta go clear out to… to… where ever this place is?" A rust red colored wolf said to an orange-red fox

"It's called the Mirage out in the New Harridan Desert… Marie did you even listen to the Intel briefing?" the fox said to the wolf packing her MD-14 duffle bag

"Yes, of course I did…" she said before being cut off by Carm's stare

"No you went you were checking out the Instructor weren't you?" Carm said

"I… I… how'd you know?" Marie said

"Other than you were staring at him and drooling… not much." Carm said flatly

"I drooled? I thought that was a guy thing, but I guess he was so hot… so fine tuned so… AHHH!" she said as she started crying

"Marie, come on, its not that bad…" she started but was cut off by a white wolf jumping off her bed and landing next to Carm and Marie

"Hey girls, you as ready to get there as I am, cause I can't wait, my bunk-mate is a wolf, grey, tall, muscular, and he's a three star" she said reading off her 'quick list' "hey Marie what's wrong?" she said comfortingly

"She's upset by the Instructor, she… drooled" Carm said Matter-Of-Factly

"That's nothing to be ashamed of I had to hold it back with the pheromones that guy was giving off, must be some man" she said almost daydreaming

"Really?" Marie asked through her sobs

"Ya, Carm her wasn't 'cause she isn't a wolf so she couldn't smell them" the wolf said

"Thanks big sis" Marie said

Why do people call me that, my name is Arora!" Arora unintentionally shouted followed by a chorus of giggling laughter "Man… are we really going to mirage…" she pondered

16 hours to departure…

"Ok Everyone got there MD-14's packed and there PB-12 Packed cause we aren't turning back here once we leave" a somewhat middle aged husky said to a rather large number of women lined up in rows of 100 on the blazing hot tarmac in front of massive transports.

After a long process of searching each of the 15000 women division, they boarded the aircraft taxied to position and took off for the 24 hour flight…

Meanwhile at the Mirage…

"Well, great, the women just left their base on a 24hr flight here… guys well some of you are going to get mates good luck and hope the best!" a young message runner shouted over the low voices in the auditorium and over the base's PA system "The main clock in the auditorium will be the countdown timer till their transport arrives" as he finished the massive LCD clock turned on and started counting down from 23:56:16 all the guys both were depressed and thrilled cheers rang through the underground base covering the terror from the recent attacks…

A cannon sounds… the band plays quietly slowly growing to slightly above a talking voice level… a man dressed formally walks slowly up to a podium… the men near the isles avoid eye contact but they are simply staring at the ground… shoulders slump… droopy teary eyes look up and salute… whimpers are held back… sorrow fills the air… so thick you can taste it… along with the acidic fumes of burning vehicles in the distance… the man… a wolf by his tail… his cap pulled low drawing a shadow over his battle scarred, sorrow filled, sad face… his steps are slow… sleepy… afraid… he steps up the 3 steps and salutes to the 6 coffins on the stage… it starts to drizzle… no one notices… the band plays the lost soldier song… jets fly over flying the 'lost wingman formation… out of the 20 that fly… only 6 are flying… the aircrews fly and fight both in the air and ground… the band has stopped playing… the jets disappear… the speaker turns around and faces the crowd his cloths damp, is eyes bloodshot, tears running down his cheeks…

"Gentlemen… last night the people who have been attacking us… got these 6 men Private John Lucille, Lieutenant Parry Smith, General Fred Johnson, Private Fredrick Miller, Brigadier General Gorgio Lucas, and Brigadier General Brian Thomas" the speaker said ending in a soft whimpering tone "I am suppose to be the upstanding man, I cannot do that seeing my fellow troops and colleges die" he said gathering his voice and holding back a river of tears and emotion "We will fight…" he paused "We will prevail and We WILL WIN THIS FIGHT!" he says ending in a yell as the crowd first puzzled then enthralled by the pure emotion this wolf is putting out get in a uproar too, soon the whole base is sprawling with people yelling and chanting… no one notices the clock 01:01:06… less than an hour till the troop transports arrive… and now they will fight…

For what… who knows… safety? Revenge? Anger? Life? No one can answer except them…

00:38:15… someone notices the clock after the uproar dies down a bit

"Hey look at the clock people!" someone yells

"We got less than an hour?" someone else yells

"Lets get going people!" another person said

Bad spot to end I know but this is a good spot to end it…

What will happen who knows I write it as it comes to me, lets see where this goes shall we?