WolfGear Presents: New Lagoon
Pairings: Rock x Revy, Benny x Jane, OC's x Oc's
Chapter 28: Crack down, The march of the VDV
I don't own Black Lagoon, Hellsing, or any other references mentioned (it's not like I make money of this) I don't really
Oc's: Rooker Kane, Sheila, Jamie, Mei Chang, Victor, Punk, Hans, Kelti Bernadotte, Talia "Tai" Xing
Balalaika saw the flames from his positions in the ruined wall of what used to her office. Rooker had done more than what he asked but she knew her eldest son survived. She would not be told otherwise till they found a body, right now though she had to push back the invaders in her city.
Roland, that basterd had discreetly placed explosives within the compound. The whole place was in ruins and they were short one weapons and ammo, because the armory was caught in the blast. That however didn't count for her men's on hand equipment. Every soldier in her unit was ordered to carry a full stock of combat equipment in their rooms and on their person at all times. They were shorthanded yes, but far from being helpless.
"Unit 4 take the left frank! Seth move to the south and watch the front gate! Victor go around the enemy lines and attack from behind. All other units provide cover fire, and conserve ammo." Balalaika directed her soldiers like an orchestra. They moved when she told them and did what they were told. She felt pride when the Victor and his unit mowed down the line of Taydr's in the building across the street. "Everybody prepare to move out, bring only what you can carry. We'll resupply at Gal's and re group at the yellow flag. Asta take a unit to Lagoon and secure the area, that will be our fall back zone, now move!"
They moved like a machine. Block by block the Russian mob swept through the city streets, taking them back one, by one. The Jadanh commanders were in a fix on how to counter attack. Every attempt was throated easy, by the brilliant mind of Balalaika. One Jadanh watched from high rooftop, he saw his fellow Taydr get his head curved stomped into mush, by a VDV chugging down a bottle of Vodka.
The residents of the city that were hiding or had tried to fight back against the Taydr, stayed in their homes or moved out of the way. They knew this day would come. The balance of power in the city was gone and Balalaika had the reins. Members of the Chinese mob fell in line with the VDV and obeyed her commands as they were told by Dao Chang. Even they had to emit that in a straight up fight they would lose against the well-oiled military might of Hotel Moscow. They wondered what had stopped Balalaika from doing this earlier. Many believed she was just amusing herself all these years and toying with the mobsters making them thinks they had a chance, when really they didn't.
From her position in the front Balalaika rallied her men. "Push forward! We'll take back every inch of this city and more! Slaughter every single last one of our enemies that dare to oppose our might!" The men chanted, a deafing hum echoed though out the city as the men of the VDV merrily killed for their commander.
Victor carefully checked the dark alley, two of his men shadowed behind him, keeping eyes above and behind him. He flipped on his flash light bringing to light the red that marred the walls. Well over eight possibility ten Taydrs lay dead in the ally. In the center coated in the blood of her victims was Kelti, ripping her scythe knife from the sternum of the last Taydr. He glanced up taking note of the overhanging limbs of more Taydr.
Placing his AK of to the side he slowly kneeled down next to his girlfriend and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She jerked away and met his gaze, and then relaxed a little. He could see it in her eyes, she thought Rooker was dead. That was the reason for the brutality here not that it wasn't welcome as they were trying to rid the city of the Taydr, but this went against Kelti's usual quick and clean method. You didn't need to shove a man's junk down his throat.
"It's ok love. We don't know if Rooker is really gone, not till we find solid evidence of it. So are you're going to sit here and sob or are you going to kill more of these basterds like he would want?" Kelti grinned, oh so similar to her brother when he was about to inflict a lot of pain and death.
At Lagoon things went from bad to shit hitting the fan quick. Three Taydr units along with two Sycdans surrounded the Lagoon office. Brad and Justin acted out their leader's order perfectly. Take out the remaining Lagoon members and if possible capture Rooker's wife and kids. They didn't know what their leader intended for the three, but it would be a worse fate then what the rest would receive. Now the one hitch in plan was the steel reinforced walls of the Lagoon office. Small slots allowed the remaining Lagoon members to fire without fear of being hit with Semtex arrows.
Bradley King held his wizard gaze look over the fortified building. Their best option would to blow a hole, with high yield explosives. They would have to fight through a hail of gun fire and not only that each entrance was at the bottom of a stair well. They have to call in more men till the defenders ran out of bullets, but that was last resort option.
"Rig up a barrier of sorts. Something that can take a lot a damage, I don't care how heavy it is, as long as it can be carried by hand. Also keep men posted at the docks to make sure they don't try to escape by water." Bradley ordered his men. As usual his son Justin protested against his tactics, saying that they should get the direct way, Bradley agreed whole heartily as long as Justin led the charge, shutting the young man up. As brash as a men Justin was he knew their bullet resistant robes could only take a few rifle rounds before being useless. Right now the .308 bronco armor piecing round did the job in one.
Inside things were getting bleak for the Lagoon crew. Turn out they didn't get as much Bronco ammo as they originally thought, well armor piercing rounds at least. However when it a more than five shots to bring a Taydr down ammo starts to diminish pretty fast. No mentioning the arrival of the new heavy armored Taydr that intermixed with the regular troops. The Heavy armor Taydr or HAT units were much slower, but were equal to a Juggernaut suit. The amount of ammo to take one down was frightening. Hans made the call try and use the high powered pistols to conserve rifle ammo, but then the sheer number of enemies and the lack of kills quickly had the assault rifles back in their hands. That was until after two hours, they sent their last rifle shell.
Hans sighed as he sealed the steel cover over the window. Several small explosions rocked the building as the Taydr rapidly launched their Semtex arrows with their semi auto air crossbows. He pulled Talia close taking a short rest as he wondered what they should do next. Being in charged sucked is what he concluded, realizing just how tough it was be the main leader.
"Anyone got some bright ideas?" Hans asked the exhausted Lagoon crew. Between not knowing if Rooker was alive or dead, the kids constant crying as Sheila did her best to calm the children, and the lack of anyway out alive, thing were getting kind of blink.
"Well were not surrendering if that's what you're asking." Revy cussed chugging down a bottle of rum. "If that bitch Asta wasn't so hung up trying to get here, we wouldn't be in this mess!"
An hour ago, the Lagoon crew received a radio call from Asta saying she was on her way. The problem was she had to go street by street to make any ground. The Russian counter attack was slowing down as their numbers grew thinner and thinner as the hours dragged on. It wasn't that the VDV troops were suffering heavy casualties, no, but there were only so many of them to go around and the line was drawn. Balalaika took control of 1/4 of the city in just a few hours, now her troops were digging in as night began to fall.
"We need to wait them out and conserve our supplies. Even if they breach the front door, it's a death trap going up that narrow hallway." Rock said taking in the situation.
"Yeah," Hans agreed, "But it's only a matter of time. They out number us, they have the resources and man power."
"Don't give up." All eyes turned to Sheila her eyes burned with a fire that they thought had died with Rooker. "I know its strange coming from me, but I believe will make it out of this alive." She smiled her children gently sleeping in her arms despite the battle raging outside.
Revy looked at her daughter strangely and quirked an eyebrow. "Ok, have you just been spending too much time with Eda or taken any thing strange, because I want some."
Sheila grinned wider, making everyone else laugh despite the situation. Softly she sang to her children.
Sheila's Lullaby
Hush now my children don't you cry
You daddy's coming to sing you a lullaby
Tale of blood and foe laid dead
He's coming to put you to bed
No monsters will harm you while he's here
That I promise you my dears
The song was sweet and morbid at the same time and everyone even the attacking Taydr stopped to listen. Sheila had such a sweet voice, very few people knew that. The song was broad cast over the radio that was still on, everyone one in the VDV heard it, the Taydr intercepting transmissions heard it and soon it was over the entire city.
The Taydr guarding the dock of the Lagoon Company shivered at the words. He felt chill in the air, despite the warm night. The dock creaked beneath his feet. He looked down through the cracks and swore someone was looking back. That was impossible, but to be safe he leaned down to take a closer look, closer enough for the knife the pierced his skull to reach.
"Sir," One of the Tech Jadanhs said catching Bradley's attention, "The LMS (Live monitoring system) of our men watching the docks their all offline sir."
"That's impossible!" Justin declared, "We had over twenty men there, we would have heard a struggle or an alarm being raised."
"Send a unit to investigate." Bradley ordered ignoring Justin's rant.
"No I'll go do it myself!" Justin declared calling over his personal unit.
He didn't try to stop him. He knew it was pointless, but Bradley knew this was the last time he would see his reckless fool of a son.
Justin and his two men approached the docks with extreme stealth and caution. Just because he acted improvise off missions, didn't mean when he was doing his job, he was the same. He knew how dangerous this was. He knew it wasn't impossible to kill twenty Jadanhs; their leader did it as his morning exercise. He wanted though, the respect that his father had over the men. He craved it like a drug.
The lights were out in the docking bay. All except one that shined one a alone figure. One of the men that had been killed, it was a tricked, Justin knew it.
"Sir he's still alive!" The men on his left said pointing at the bleeding flesh of meat dangling before them. It was true, live still shined in the man's eyes, but there would be no help for him.
"Leave him. He's as good as dead, no reason for us to die with him." Justin said gripping his knives.
"You have good instincts." A voice called out from the darkness. "Too bad you're too short minded to see a double booby trap." The lights flickered on blinding the three Taydrs. Water splashed as the man closest to the sea was dragged under right in front of his comrades!
"What the hell!" The man to the right of Justin yelled as twenty bodies of his comrade were strung up like gutted deer. He staggered back, losing his composure for just a moment, a moment that cost him dearly as a grenade fell from his comrade's torn stomach. Justin drives for the water just at shrapnel tore the other man apart.
Justin emerged from the water, but a tight grip latched on his neck and pulled him forcibly to the dock. Kneeling there wet with sea water and blood was Rooker Kane, alive and very, very pissed off! He lifted the Sycdan by the neck with one hand, the only one he had left.
The Sycdan took in the Lagoon's captain's mangled form. Rooker's left arm had been severed from just above the elbow, by his own hand to escape the fierily death that took the Lagoon. His left eye was sealed shut, a large cut traveled form his forehead to his chin. Many other wounds cover his body, but even his weakened state he managed to wipe out entire unit of Jadanhs and now one Sycdan.
"You know I think the reason I couldn't kill you Sycdan basterd before is because I was never pushed far enough, now look I'm about to kill you with one hand!" Rooker slammed Justin's head hard against the stone of the dock, again, again, and again till the basterd head was nearly severed from his body.
"Now let's go even the odds." He said pulling the belts of grenades he managed to save from the Lagoon. Climbing the side of building was much harder to do with one arm, and he wasn't in the best shape either, but he was determined to pay back these basterd in full for what they did to him and his family. He stood on roof top overlooking the street where the Taydr were laying siege to his home. He could make out the form of the Sycdan in charge, someone he knew; well Bradley would have to forgive him if he didn't feel like sitting down to chat!
Pulling the pin with his teeth Rooker lobbed the first grenade into the mass of Taydr. Loving their screams of anguish as the shrapnel tore through their robed armor, the heavier armored ones stumbled around as the shrapnel found their weak points. Gleefully he lobbed more grenades. In a few short minutes he reduced the Taydr's numbers. The steel panels opened as his crew opened fire again, taking care of the stragglers.
"You've done well Rooker, better than I have ever though you could." Bradley praised landing one the rooftop. He knew was going to happen here, so he escaped and ordered the remaining men back to the main body. They lost this fight.
Rooker chuckled ruefully. "Funny, seeing how I just killed you son, yet here you are praising me almost like I did you a favor."
"You did, that boy never had the brass to do what was needed. He couldn't take me even when he was granted the title of Sycdan. I'll let you in on a little secret though Rooker for surviving that explosion. The Sycdan's here right now in the city are nothing to what's coming. Other than Castlevania and Ra, the ones like Justin and me are not better than Jadanh. We still have another wave coming and you're stretched thin, this little war was over before it started."
"We there are friends there's enemies." Rooker quoted. "That's a phrase my father used to say. You know what it means right? Well if you don't I'll give you a hint. It means you have your friends and I have mine."
"You don't mean?"
Rooker smiled as the hum of B 52's filled the air. They were an old aircraft, but could be brought cheap now days. "Geese fly in flocks, Bradley, and we have flown for over 3 generations!"
High in the sky, Major Paice or Punk sat fully geared for combat. Sitting next to him were his comrades from the wild geese decked out in combat gear and wearing their old emblem. Their pilot and old fly boy by the name of Earl from the WW2 wild geese gave the thumps up to drop.
"You go boss man!" Earl yelled over the ear piece. Chucking toothy grin with gold studded teeth.
Punk saluted the old solider and took his place at the front. "You heard him ladies! LET ROLL OUT!" He jumped as did the rest of the unit. Oh there were also ten planes flying beside them.
Author's note
Rooker's BACK! Yeah I couldn't kill him, at least not without let him be a bad ass for a little while longer. The war for Roanapur is hitting with full force as both sides pull their aces. The full might of the wild geese and the Taydr are about clash, let's not forget the VDV Balalaika isn't about to be up staged.
