WolfGear Presents: New Lagoon

Pairings: Rock x Revy, Benny x Jane, OC's x Oc's

Chapter 29: A wild Geese is a wild Geese no matter his age

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

Fighting 69th Headquarters London England, before Rooker's "Death", Major Punk listened to the message he received from Rooker's tech man Jamie. The basterd was asking for help against the Taydr that were invading Roanapur and you know what, he would help. Course he couldn't do it officially with meant volunteers only.

He stood before the gathered fighting men and women of the Fighting 69th. There were over two hundred members now, but only a few had personal score to settle with the Taydr.

"Listen up! I have received word from Rooker Kane that the Taydr are attacking out in the open in Roanapur Thailand. As a mercenary force under contract with the British Empire we cannot enter there border without permission. That is way I am asking for any who will willingly fight for free. This isn't about money; it's payback for the massacre of the fog, so you will join me?"

Out of 200, 40 step forward, all originally members of the wild geese. Punk frowned they were great fighters, but forty wouldn't go far.

"I hear you need volunteers." A voice said. Everyone turned shocked to see the leader of the knight of York dressed in his trade mark red coat, and hat. He was Alucard, AKA Bloody coat Alucard. Behind him were a very diverse group of soldiers. Men and woman from the previous Wild geese generations, Vietnam, WW2, Korea and all in between, their ages ranged from 18 to 80, but all of them tough as nails. "Believe it was my brother in law Pip who said it best. Wild Geese are wild geese no matter their age, so major are we ready to move out?"

"Yes sir, we just need some wings."

The doors to the hanger opened. Outside ten B-52 flying fortresses, sat primed and ready to go. Earl Wildheart second in command of the wild geese that fought in World War 2 shouted out the window of his plane.

"I got ye' wings Major. They're a little old and beat up, they'll fly!" He cackled like a mad man as one of the engine spat out black smoke. "Come on! We burning day light!"

Roanapur Current time

Rooker watched the parachutes drift down slowly. This was the most beautiful sight he's ever seen… after his wife and kids of course. What made it all the better was the gapping look of Bradley's face; being former wild geese himself he shouldn't be too surprised.

"How, did you manage to gather them all together?" Bradley stuttered. Each generation of geese had their own emblem and there were emblems dating back to World War II if you could believe it. The cackling laugh of the old basterds could be heard. They didn't have anything left to loose so why not have some fun?

Rooker frowned. "You're a fool Bradley. Wild Geese are wild geese no matter what their age. The thrill of battle and little cash is all you need to round up a few retired members. You have your ethics and all that other bullshit, but you never had that drive to do what I do. "

"You fucking brat! What do you know?" Bradley seethed reaching for his throwing knife. Rooker ducked low and turned to he was facing Bradley gun cocked.

"I know not to bring a just knife to a war zone." He chided putting five in Bradley's face. Rooker got back on his feet and looked at the fallen Geese member. "I also know that I am one badass motherfucker, who will do anything to keep my family safe."

A pair of feet touched down on the rooftop. The man grunted as he kicked his parachute away. "Fucking hate these things."

"Glad to see your healthy Bran." Rooker said to the bloodhound.

Bran smirked lighting a cigarette. "Yeah I'm doing well. Quite the shit storm you started here Rooker, gotta say for once I think I'm in better shape then you are."

"You mean this?" Rooker asked moving the stub of his arm. "Tis but a flesh wound." He laughed lighting his own smoke. "So you get everyone I asked for?"

Bran shrugged. "Well I'm here, Roberta's around here somewhere, Punk here's of course, the Redgrave brothers and the McCoy twins are here, Rubi's here, the old man's here, and Alucard too; Along with a few extra friends of course. Hell if things could get much crazier I'd say the Queen and the royal navy would show up too."

Rooker shook his head; this was just all too good. "Well if she does I'm interest in hearing how she'll explain this one."

"I'm sure she'll say she was on vacation and just happen to stop by. Now are we going to stand here all night or are you going to show me those two little rug rats?"

He scratched his head. "Well I wonder how Sheila will react knowing I'm alive?"

Bran chuckled, "Probably kill you for making her worry."

He sighed, "You probably right there. Maybe I should wait till after the battle. Nah that'll just make it worse, come on let's go." Rooker leaps down the fire escape down to the stairs that led to the Lagoon office. He climb the stairs and slowly opens the door from the outside using the special key to open iron doors. "Don't shoot me, please." He prayed opening the door.

Kelti and Victor were on a roll. The dangerously lovely duo was cutting though the Taydr forces like a bayonet through flesh. They come to a splint the road. Victor took left while Kelti went right, they didn't need to plan things out they already knew what the other was going to do.

She was filled with a silent rage. Leaping over the garbage Kelti rained down lead on the Taydr hiding behind, ducking under a barrage of Semtex arrows; she rolled to her feet and jumped through a window just as the arrows detonated.

Slapping a block of C4 one the wall Kelti ran into the other room. She heard two Taydr's enter through the window and ran out the front door pressing the detonation button. The explosion took out the entire building and the gas tank inside extended the blast to where three more Taydr were lying in wait.

Brushing the dirt from her clothes Kelti was about to meet back up with Victor when a number of Parachutes fluttered down next to her. Quickly she drew her dual .45 colts and locked on to the floating soldiers, but held her fire when she noticed the emblem on the shoots. She was especially excited to see the long red coat that belonged to only one man.

"Quiet the rude welcome for your favorite Uncle no?" Alucard said discarding his shoot as his men landed behind him and when to work securing the area. He grunted as Kelti ran into him nearly knocking him over. He patted her head and kissed her hand as per their usual greeting.

Kelti stared up at the Knight of York commander. "What are you doing here? I didn't think the KOY could operate outside the British Empire."

Alucard tilted his head in thought, "Well you would be right, only these men are not part of Knights of York, and I am on vacation and just happen to pop in for a visit. That is what the official record of my involvement will say anyways."

"So if these guys aren't part of the Knights of York, then who are they," Kelti asked curiously.

"Oh there part of a unofficial band of soldier for hire that you are quite familiar with or haven't you noticed their trade mark sign?" Alucard pointed out.

"I thought it was a joke. Is it true? Are the wild geese back?" She whispered overwhelmed at the thought of her parent's mercenary unit being back together.

Alucard smirked, "Who said they were ever gone? Now I believe in light of recent events your rank as Captain has been restored. So what are your orders?"

"You're following my orders? Seriously?" Alucard nods, as did the rest of the men. "Alright lets clear the area and regroup with the VDV commander, come on people move it!" Kelti barked loving the sight of her soldiers doing her bidding; it was good to be back in charge.

Back in Lagoon things were going great for the newly reunited family. Especially when Sheila almost shot Rooker right as he walked in the door. Luckily for him the bullet hit where his arm used to be, so he didn't take any damage; course that didn't change Sheila's mood.

"What in the hell were you thinking! Look at your fucking self! You're missing a fucking arm and you want to go back out there!" Sheila screamed at her husband. For once Bran was actually afraid and hid behind the couch with the rest of the Lagoon as they waited for the couple to settle down.

"Hundred bucks say they have sex." Revy offered.

Rock shook his head at his wife antics. "That is our daughter you talking about! I don't want to be here when she is getting fucked. In fact I don't think this the best time for such a thing anyway."

"But you're still betting their going to get their freak on right?" Rock sighed and handed over a hundred.

"Sometime I think we failed as parents."

"Speak for you Rock, I think did great!" Revy cheered as Rooker and Sheila stopped yelling and starting making out, and things got hotter as their clothes started falling to the floor. "Hey! Go to you room and do that shit!" Revy commanded as the two did as she commanded and slammed the door shut and locked it. "That's much better, so who wants to go kick some ass? One of us will have to stay and watch Levy and Dragunov though."

"I'll do it," Bran offered, "That little jump did more to me than I thought it would. You youngsters go have some fun, besides kids love me." He picked the two Kane toddlers up and instantly the started crying.

"Have fun with that buddy." Revy called as they walked out the door leaving the Bloodhound alone with the two toddlers and moans from the couple on the other side of the wall. "How bad could you too possible be?"

Five minutes later Bran was regretting his decision to stay behind. Levy had somehow gotten hold of his gun, managed to cock it and fire it with deadly accuracy, so far the little girl managed to shoot the bottle of rum he was drinking, the glass and shoot at his feet while he ran around in circles waiting for her to run out of ammo and even when she did it was like the dammed think was glued to her hands!

Course after that he thought things couldn't get worse, well they did. Behind him Dragunov was playing bounce the ball against the wall with a hand grenade! Levy tucked under his arm he skidded against the floor and caught the grenade and tossed it out the window, which exploded afterwards.

"Can't you people hear this?" He yelled at the door to the Kane's room. Silence was his answer. "You call yourselves parents!" Bran sighed as he once again got no reply from the parents of the year.

Roberta "the maid" Garcia causally smashed another Taydr skull beneath her heel. The reason she came back to this city was because the one's responsible for taking her daughter where the foolish basterds. With her new metal arm and leg she was a bit slower then she used to be, but the auto mail served as a great weapon when used properly. For example the machine pistol building into her arm came in handy.

"Hey don't you think you could leave a few for us?" Punk asked as he and his men followed the trail of the bloodhound's first students. The death glare Roberta gave the troop had them all quivering in their boots. "You know what just call us if you need us."

The maid stopped in mid step and turned left towards the lagoon building. It would be rude not to stop in and see what the situation with the pirate crew was. Course she wouldn't mind another fist fight with Revy again, since this time she had a slight advantage over the lagoon woman.

Now when she walked into the lagoon office she expected it to be a mess, guns, alcohol, and cigarette butts lying everywhere, which there was plenty of. What she didn't expect was her master Bran to be struggling to deal with two toddlers as they literally walked all over him.

"Roberta help me, their monsters!" Bran pleaded.

Roberta sighed as she unbuttoned her top exposing her large breast and held the two toddlers in her arms. The two started to suck hungrily on her tits. The only reason she could still produce milk was because she had just given birth to her son Ricardo a little while ago. He was ready to start on the formula, but she just couldn't help but do this one more time.

"Are you sure you should be doing that? Isn't there some rumor that you shouldn't breast feed a child if they're not yours?" Bran asked trying to think of where he heard that, if something happen to Rooker's kids under his watch the basterd would skin him alive. Funny how ageing and getting your ass kicked put the fear in you.

"Here's a rumor, they never found your body." Roberta threatened and continued to feed the two toddlers.

Balalaika stared over the map of the city. They were gaining ground again with the arrival of wild geese. She wouldn't ever emit it but she was thankful for the backup. As much as she wanted to believe her men were invincible, the slow decline of their numbers over the years was a constant reminder that they were only human, and could die just as easily as anyone else.

Now was not the time for such sentiments though. Night has fallen and that would leave them vulnerable to attack. After all the Taydr were assassins, she would bet her life that was they were in their element now.

She didn't have to worry about her men. They done plenty of night operations, but the problem was it wasn't just her men fighting anymore. The Chinese mob, the wild geese were here too and under her command. Yes her command, she was top dog and anyone who said otherwise can challenge her for the title.

Back to the to her counter defense plan. The best way to guard against possible night raids would be too fall back laying traps and false camps. They would lose ground yes, but they would gain so much more come day light. With the units closer together it would easier to help another unit if needed.

"All units' formation Gremlin Kremlin," Balalaika ordered over the radio. Since the Chinese and geese were mixed with members of the VDV they could relay the message without giving away its secret meaning.

Castlevania watched the thermal image of the enemy movements. They were pulling back and regrouping for the night, a good plan. Another block more and they would have encountered the elite Jadanh units. He had a limited number of men left till reinforcements arrived tomorrow. With the arrival of additional enemy troops holding their line would be key, so his plan was too send in small recon parties to see if they could get a leg up on the enemy's plans, while at the same time setting up traps for Balalaika's next push. He knew it was unwise to let the enemy organize but he needed to thing long term. These next batches of soldiers were their best, the very best, and the only reinforcements they have. Everything the Taydr had would be laid out on the table by tomorrow; he need to be sure there wouldn't be any more surprises such as another troop drop.

"I face Balalaika now Rooker, but soon she'll be nothing but a relic on my wall. After the pests are dealt with I'll finally have my real challenge."

"Castlevania sir, the Elite Sycdan unit ready to be dropped, where to you wish them to land?" A Jadanh reported.

"Tell them to land on top of the enemy HQ and bring me Balalaika's head."

Author's note

Sorry for the long wait guys. Busy with work and other things, but mostly work. Had to work Sunday so that screwed me up a bit. Had get the gears turning again, it's been so long. Now this chapter wasn't the exciting blood bath I promised. And truthfully I could have done better, but it just one those chapters were you just have to grin and roll with it.

I also I don't know how this week is going to go so update might be late again, sorry.