The Academy
Authors note!!!: Hello again readers and reviewers!
I GOT PROMOTED TO E-3!!! HAHA ONE MORE STEP ON MY MARCH TOWARDS DOMINATION OF ROTC!!!!
Anyways I got a shit load of awards and I got all happy and stuff....
Merchant: You aren't an officer yet, stranger....
Oh hey its the merchant from RE4!!! Seen a lot of fics on him latley so I decided to add him on my commentary so I can rant even more. And I will be ^_^!
Merchant: Yea keep telling yourself that...stranger.
Whats that suppossed to mean : /
*Merchant leaves because this kid is overhappy about being promoted to an insignificant rank*
Bastard.........
I'm going to start another story so new people don't get scared of having to read the 50+ chapters the main freshman year writing will be.
I am planning to write more additions to this story over the next 4 years so don't worry, It won't end anytime soon at all. Read and Enjoy!
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Day 5
Alina laid in the military sleeping bag comfortably.
She felt better, her stomach was not hurting as much and her head was much clearer. The blue zone gas station had been secured by a cadet platoon from third company and a few portable shelters had been set up as living quarters to house themsevles because the station itself was too small.
They had taken the pair in as fast as possible and told them that there misson was over and to wait the rest of the time in the blue zone.
Talon had booked one of the green military shelters for Alina to rest in and they had been in there ever since.
The shelter had two small window flaps that he had closed that leaked in a few rays of sunlight, the ground was padded in the bedding area where they were resting and had the same green hue as the rest of the tent. Both had taken off their uniform tops and armor.
The cadet had his black unit t-shirt with a small Four on his left breast.
Talon sat on the at her side glancing at her occasionally to make sure she was still there. She had never been this quiet.
Alina smiled slightly, turning her body to face him and putting her hand on the side of her head, resting her elbow on the floor and fixing the cadet with her blue eyes.
Almost immediatly he started to shift uncomfortable at the way she was looking at him.
"Thought we have somekind of objectives to complete?" Alina asked.
Talon shook his head and sighed."Not anymore, command wants to bring us in as early as they can so we can see who made it who did not."
It was quiet for a little bit as they just stared at eachother, taking in what they had seen in the past few days.
Alina sat up and ran her hand slowly down the M4 that was lain beside her.
The cadet grinned inwardly at this, the first signs of a true soldier was an obsessive love for his or her weapon, Alina was starting to show the first stages this.
He slid a hand the one she had on the rifle and softly took her fingers of the body of the weapon so he could grip her hand.
Alina got out of her sleeping bag, sat by him with her legs curled into her body and held Talon by his waist.
Talon let her and he put his arm around her back, enjoying the warmth her body brought to his.
She sat up and laid her head on his shoulder pushing herself against him as close as possible.
After a few minutes of cuddling Alina kissed his neck a few times and pulled away a little bit so they were just holding hands.
"Get some rest Talon you look like you need it." Alina said with a look of worry at his fatigued features and weak grip.
Talon merely nodded and fell flat on the floor with a thump and passed out.
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Nate sat on his strecher along with the other wounded cadets in the makeshift field hospital that the 5th Company's medics had made when their armoured units had stopped by to say hello.
Six hours back Major Devo had reconnected the surviving Platoons of 1st Company which consisted of all the Platoons minus the 8th, the 3rd, and the 7th.
Those Platoons were either not accounted for or did not have enough strength to be considered a platoon.
Four platoon had taken a mauling but they had not faired as worse as the survivors of the 7th who only had three privates and an officer left.
But Fifth Company had come to the rescue and drawn the majority of the infected into a large pitched battle in the center of the map.
The sounds of light tanks firing and small arms was constant in the distance.
Blake and Kyle stood guard near the line of strechers and saluted as a pair of second lieutenants came in.
Nate sat up as he saw his two best friends from Officers Training School come in and smiled.
"They took your captain's pins Kelly."
The Candadian shrugged.
"Whatever I'll earn them later."
Nate then looked at the other, a tall African American male with green eyes.
"How have you been Cappy?"
The other male officer grinned and shook his hand.
"The Fifth got pretty messed up but we pulled through, hows your Scout Team?"
Nate shook his head and pointed at the two guarding the place.
"All I've got left, but I guess that means they are real Scouts."
Cappy nodded and saluted Nate.
He returned it.
"Well, extract is coming soon for us so we better make last minute checks over here." Kelly looked the way of where all the unwounded cadets were resting.
"Wanna make sure we aren't bringing any infected back."
Nate nodded and saluted his other friend.
"Well, carry on you two and tell the Major I'll be back on my feet in a week and I need more Scout cadets."
Cappy put his hat back on and Kelly fixed her beret.
"Will do Scout Master, in the mean time try not to get hurt anymore" He said and hit his friend's shoulder.
Nate laid back on his bed and watched them go, the sound of gunfire intensfying in the distance.
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"I want the whole Company to make a damn wedge right now! Hooyah?" Major Levire yelled into his radio set as he fired away on the on his tank.
The constant thud thud thud of the Bradley's main cannon was deafening along with it's occasional use of the rocket pod by his head.
"God damnit! Flamethrowers keep the pressure on them or they will get into close combat!" He growled again as he saw them faltering and starting to back up away from the hoards of infected monsters that were being held back by the flame that was being poured infront of them.
They seemed to be scared of it and kept their distance giving Levire's boy's and girl's more time to unload their weapons without being charged.
"There is too many of them sir! We only have enough fuel for a few more minutes!" The flamer team sergeant yelled back at his commander.
"I say keep on pressing until you run out and when you do run back to our line!" The Major ordered, his voice hoarse as he switched to another unit channel.
"Snipers, reload and hold fire until our flamethrowers are dry you hear me!"
"Hooyah!" was the reply and the sharp cracks of sniper rifle fire vanished.
The smell was unbearable and each cadet had sealed their helmets so they could breath recycled air but the smoke and burning flesh still got through their helmet filters and many were coughing.
A whole thousand man Company was spread into a V like shape in which cadets had quickly created a fortified position. Barbed wire was strung infront of the vehicles which had been set up to create a kind wall that allowed fire teams to still coordinate their attacks against the oncoming enemy.
Major Levire had picked his fight as well as he could opting for a wide open space where he could funnell the infected into an artifical chokepoint of fire that would allow the ten light tanks that had been lent to him to just annihilate the enemy in a few fell swoops.
But things had not gone according to plan and he had lost a platoon that had to sacrifice itself in order to get the rest of the Company remounted and moved to a nearby town in which he had set up choke points on every single street and put snipers in as many windows and roofs as he could.
The flamethrowers were falling back now and he knew that no matter what he did that this was going to be a mess, even as he ordered more of his humvees up to transport them back to town he saw at least a thousand more pour out into the clearing and rush towards the slow teams.
He closed his eyes and considered his options, then qued a request to air command.
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Trevor, David, and Amberley watched from a hilltop as the battle ragged between their forces and the infected.
They had barley escaped with their necks as a team of Lone Wovles mercenaries had stormed the village just as David had rescued Trevor from an untimley death by minasour.
After clearing that area they had been in range of the encrypted radio transmissons from 5th Company and hoping to find saftey they made their way to them.
Now they were sitting down and watching their rescue being slowly overrun.
The infected had not even made it to the town but it looked impossible for even an armoured force like the 5th to kill them all.
"Well were fucked!" Amberley yelled and threw her pistol on the dirt.
David sat on the hill top, caculating still.
Trevor just watched in awe as the Bradleys fired away to no effect on the huge monsters coming after the running flamethrower teams.
Just as the infected reached the outer limits of the town and small arms started up something broke the sound barrier.
Trevor grinned.
"F-22 Raptors." Was all he had to say.
A few seconds later aircraft with just that description flew overhead of them with a whoosh.
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"You gotta be kidding me command, you made me draw them all out so you can just airstrike them?" Major Levire's voice was filled with static even over the command post's filter.
Winston shrugged even though his underling could not see it.
"We gave you as much toys as we could, let you out with them and waited to see how much you could take on. But we were prepared to deal with you not being able to handle them."
More gunfire erupted in the background. The Major hesitated, not wanting to question Winston further.
"I see your point sir, those birds are inbound now."
The Brigadier General leaned back in his chair and tapped the link one more time.
"Carry on Major, clean up the mess after the Air boys are done."
"Hooyah General."
The link went dead.
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Three one-thousand pound MOABs or Mother Of All Bombs rocked the earth as the Raptors flew away.
The first dropped at the end of the hoard, the second in the middle, and the third at the front.
Naturally things started to scream, die, explode, and disintigrate.
Many cadet's retina's flashed white and they could not see for an hour or so if they looked at the wrong place at the wrong time.
You would think that three of these babies would be enough to stop every single on of the infected in their tracks.
But as the smoke cleared, there were still about seven-hundred and fifty of them on their feet or crawling on their bellies towards their food.
The cadet's hearts dropped as they resumed fire at what seemed to be an invincible enemy.
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