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Midland Memories/ Exotic Auto Rifle
Description/ Remember Midland and Odesa
Auto rifle field forged by the Texas Guardian in remembrance of his broken home.
Weapon perks/ Fire bringer, Texas Reckoning, Rampage, Field prep
Lore/
Speech mad to the 3rd brigade of the 2nd division of First Texas, by Sgt. Johnson
Men, each and every one of you have fought for Texas since the beginning of this God-forsaken war!
Now we stand at the doorsteps to the last stronghold of the New U's collapsing Dictatorship!
Here we can show those nose grubbing, women wannabes who're the Best Mother****** in the whole U.S. of A
Now, I've never been one to get into politics and I sure as hell won't start now, So say it with me now.
Remember the Alamo!
*Crowd* Remember the Alamo!
Remember Goliad!
*Crowd* Remember Goliad!
Remember our Fallen!
*Crowd* REMEMBER OUR FALLEN!
Remember Midland and Odesa!
*Crowd* REMEMBER MIDLAND AND ODESA!
OOH-RAH!
*Crowd* OOH-RAH!
Damn Right, now let's rollout.
Sunshine showed into a valley canyon glimmering off of the stream down below and brought warmth to the cold Colorado air. A tiny brown squirrel nimbly walked across a gravel road to find an acorn lying in the middle; it could only pause a second before the rumbling of an Engine scared it away.
The muddy white van blew a dusty trail along the Gravel road as it sped towards its destination. Inside the windows, one could see young campers ready to get off their ride and have a nice relaxing vacation. The green trailer hitched to its back had three words and three numbers painted onto its side.
TROOP 287, Midland Texas
Following the twisting gravel road before it, the van made an eventual turn, passing through a gate made out of stone and wood standing fifteen feet tall and almost thirty feet wide. One the beam connects the two pillars of rocks, read "Camp Alexander" in white letters.
across the road in some shrubs by the river, a lone shrubbery seems to stand up and walk away.
"Color guard, retrieve the colors." a Camp Alexander staff member barked towards the green-shirted staff members standing erect next to the poles.
As one, they all began to slowly lower the flags, Each one having a solemn or straight face on themselves as they all stood in remembrance of their past few years.
Dodge Hatchback stood erect in salute as he watched the Camp staff lower the flag of the broken but whole again United States. His grey-blue eyes told of many battles to protect that flag, and the losses he took for it as well. His scout uniform was a bit small for him, but with his skinny nature, he was able to fit in it.
Behind him standing just as erect as him, were his comrades in arms, his troop, his brothers. They fought many battles in their time in the war, more so than some of the older soldiers. They were veterans in their own right, but still young enough to attend a boy scout camp.
As the counselors handed him the U.S. flag, he held it with a small amount of pride in himself.
*Grimoire card unlocked-Civil war II Summarized-Prologue*
As the week wore on, Troop 287 had many fun adventures.
From early morning hikes up a tall mountain, stargazing tours, polar bear plunges, trips to the trading lodge, to finding a cave at the top of the mountain and starting a signal fire. Yes, they had many fun adventures.
Ryan Herriage, also known as Crackpot, hosted a DnD session for the nerds in the group, Dodge included. Throughout his twisted campaign, troop members who participated had insane stuff thrown at them. From, Field dressing a moose in the middle of a fight, ripping a help wanted poster in half only for it to be stolen by the rogue, taming a whale by giving it some lettuce, seducing a village with Vampiric powers, to having intercourse with a farmers cow. Ryan Herriage was very messed up in his head.
Most of the troop spent their free time, playing Ga-Ga Ball near the Mess hall. One time while playing GGB, a scout decided he would slam the ball with two hands, at the fastest dodger in the pit. This, in turn, sent the Ga-Ga-Ball into the mess halls window, straight into the Quartermaster. The Quartermaster who was known to be the strictest Quartermaster in all of Colorado. The same Quartermaster, who had a twelve-gauge shotgun on him since his time in Vietnam.
"COME BACK HERE YOU DUMB ***** *****?****?(I seriously wonder how much lung capacity he has.)****%$$# !, and then I'LL ******** %## && %& ! & Nintendo switch. *censored* ^-^% $# %$!^-'~the founding fathers would be ashamed!"
The Quartermaster, screamed as he barreled towards a panicked group of young boys as they made their way past a grey circular building that held the campfire ring.
But as all good things are, they eventually come to an end.
Eventually, the closing campfire came sooner than anyone really wanted it too. So it happened that they sat back and watched the scout skits play out.
An hour or so of that, it came soon that they were asked to remain silent as the lights went out.
Footsteps on gravel echoed around the circular amphitheater as scouts and parents watched silently as silhouettes marched in formation to the stage in the northern section of the circle. The thudding of their boots on the footsteps leading up to the stage emphasized in them, this was serious.
The footsteps fell silent as they could only guess what was going on. For a few moments, everything was quiet. Then a quick flapping noise before the lights on the stage turned on to reveal the old glory held by two staff members.
"I am the flag of the united states of America," a camp Staff said from behind her.
The presentation continued as the mood of the room grew hopeful in love of their country. Troop 287, watched in wonder, as they grew intrigued. Dodge, however, was having an internal conversation.
' Dodge, I'm detecting hostiles.' a female voice spoke to him inside his head
' Its probably just a bear, Sagira.'
'It says they're armed.' Sagira said with worry in her tone.
' Of course, they do, how else do they walk?' Dodge shot back smugly as he continued to watch the Flag ceremony.
' With guns, but I guess bears have access to gunpowder as well as we do.'
Upon hearing Sagiras sarcastic reply, Doge leaned back against the grey wall and focused on their conversation.
'fine, fine you win. How close are they?'
'20 meters. pretty close for comfort.'
'Is my armor ready to switch into when I give the signal?'
"Excuse me, can I scoot past you, I need to use the restroom, I think I had too many steaks* tonight." Dodge leaned over to his buddy, who was sitting next to him. And He happened to be lying next to the drop-down to the entrance.
Upon hearing the code word, Thomas nodded and let him drop down to the ground.
'Ready as always.'
'good, give me my HuD now.'
In the top left corner of his vision, a circle popped up with little red sections showing the enemy's location. In the top of his vision, he saw his shields were going up, and towards the bottom left of his vision his super was fully charged as well as his melee abilities.
On the top left corner of his vision, a circle popped up with little red sections showing the enemy's location.
Looking in said direction he spotted-*bang* a shot went straight through him, killing him instantly.
'how many times do I have to be killed by snipers.'
'Quite a lot, it seems.'
Light-filled his vision until he was back in the corner of the campfire ring.
As Dodge got back up, Everybody in the ring began to panic. The little kids were awed by the light show of Dodge's resurrection, while the teenagers were asking what was going on. Troop 287 went from boy scouts to soldiers in a matter of moments and began settling everyone they could down.
That was until a loud voice bellowed, "They have us surrounded. what do we do!"
"Keep quiet; that's what!" Sagira co-opted the speakers by the stage to amplify Dodge's voice.
Double-jumping to the ground, Dodge walked up to the camp director, a tall, lean individual with graying hair.
"Do you have any back exits? secret trails, tunnels, what have you," spoke Dodge with as much authority as he could muster.
"We do have them, but seeing as we are indeed surrounded-" the aging man was cut off by Sagira who popped into existence with a tiny shower of sparks next to Dodge.
"We'll handle that. you have the easy part."
And with that, she turned to Dodge. Her shell similar in appearance to her old one, but a little less shiny. She and every ghost like her looked like a floating bubble.
"Heres your armor." And in a flash of light Sagira enveloped them both in view as she disappeared into his body.
When the light faded, Dodge now stood in his Hunter armor. Green and brown patchworked armor made up his torso, sleeves, and gloves. His Helmet was a shaped like a gas mask with yellow eyes. His legs were covered in light blue padding made to look a bit like jeans. And his hood was a dark red, with silver highlights.
Holstered on his right, was a hand cannon. Strapped to his back was a purple Grenade launcher and in his hands, he now held his own Auto Rifle, Midland Dreams.
"I'll draw their attack, find a way to sneak by them," Dodge said to the Director, his voice distorted slightly.
The Director watched as they left, a look of passive amazement etched onto his face.
"So, the legends are true. Good luck, young man."
Running out of the Campfire building, Dodge ran to where he saw the hostiles on his Radar. This was going to be one heck of a fight.
Sniping with his auto rifle, Dodge clipped a man crouched behind a tree on the hill leading up to the nearby cliff.
Double jumping, Dodge landed next to the bleeding man. The man was dressed in an all-black suit with an emblem-
'The New U'
-on his left soldier.
'what is this guy doing...wait, do you think they?'
'Probably, maybe...who cares this is the A-hole who shot me!'
Before the remnant soldier could look up, Dodge had his forearm on his chest pushing him up against the tree.
"Why are you here?"
"*cough* You may as well kill me you son of a-*bang*" Before he could finish, a bullet slammed through the injured soldier's skull.
Surprised, Dodge followed the direction of the bullet to the top of a nearby hill. There stood a soldier with a sniper rifle.
Picking up the dead soldier's sniper rifle Dodge aimed, and *bang* got the sniper in the kneecap.
'Did he miss, or just took their oath way too seriously' Sagira asked much to Dodge's amusement.
A group of soldiers began to trickle through the forest from behind the Mess hall. Popping a few of them with the sniper rifle, Dodge double jumped forwards to meet them head-on.
Soon way after wave of soldiers began popping up out of nowhere and popping some with his Auto rifle, taking out soldiers from behind with his hand cannon, Deleting groups of them with his Grenade Launcher, and sometimes taking them out with a Voidwall. Dodge kept them at bay so that the camp could escape.
'that all of them.'
'No hostiles in our radius are that I can see. Great job partner.'
'let's go check to see if they made it out.'
Rushing inside the circular fire ring, Dodge found one of the members of Troop 387 casually watching the fire. The amphitheater was empty; they made it.
"Hey cobalt, I take it they made it?"
Looking up at the mention of his nickname, 'Cobalt' got up from his resting spot.
"No thanks to you." He said with a scowl on his face.
"Aww, come on. I had to deal with those soldiers that were trying-"
"to kill you. They completely ignored us. And don't call me Cobalt." 'Cobalt' said downright seriously.
Dodge had mixed feeling about this. Firstly because Cobalt was a by the book kind of guy, he always took everything seriously. But he also had a generous heart and would let things go if the problem was cute enough.
"Did you wait here to berate me or to take me to the guys because-"
'incoming, get to cover NOW.'
Looking at his hud a brief moment, Dodge lunged towards his comrade, taking him down to the floor with a "HEY!" thrown in there. Seconds later, *Boooooom* a hole was torn into the side of the building.
Getting up and holding his hand out for Cobalt to pick himself up, Dodge searched for the source of the explosion. A silhouette appeared to be on top of the mountain.
Cobalt picked himself up and turned to him questioningly.
"Go, I'll take care of this rocketeer," Dodge said seriously
"See you there," Cobalt yelled, running towards the back exit.
"Time to run," Dodge muttered to himself.
Double jumping onto the grounds outside, Dodge ran in the direction of the Lake. Double Jumping over any obstacles in his way.
*Boom* Running as fast as He could, Dodge kept on running towards the Lake before double-jumping up a hill. *BOOM* A car exploded from a Rocket. Running past the med lodge at the top of the hill, he noticed a dead Doctor laying on the ground.
'Poor soul.'
'He will be remembered.'
Finding himself at a cliff before the Lake, Dodge turned around just in time to see a flash of light at the top of the mountain. Not one to risk getting blown up, Dodge swan-dived into the Lake and swam as far as he could before-*BOOOOOOOOM* the rocket exploded on the surface of the Lake.
The shock wave nocked Dodge unconscious as he slowly lifted into Darkness.
'It's odd,' Dodge thought, 'how despite being made of light we guardians only see Darkness when we sleep. Well, that and our Light.' Turning slowly, he spotted the source of his Void light. A large purple glowing sphere, the frayed edges continuously changing.
Trying his best to touch the sphere, Dodge was interrupted by a voice calling his name.
'Dodge, Dodge, DODGE'
'yes, Sagira.'
'Eyes up Guardian'
Opening his eyes, he found himself blinking as sunlight poured through his visor. Taking a glance at his surroundings, he found himself in the middle of a murky green pool floating in-between old grey pillars.
"Where am I?" Dodge asked before swimming to the nearest edge of the pool he could find, next to a mossy boulder.
Sagira fizzled into existence next to him to also take in their strange, yet familiar surroundings.
Around them was a pine forest. Through the trees ahead of them, they could spot a road. But right in front of them, they saw the ruins of some sort submerged into a murky green pond.
"I've lost connection with the Government satellites, Wherever we are, it's not Kansas," Sagira stated grimly.
"Well, Kansas is in the middle of nowhere."
"*Chuckles* Touche`"
Looking up to the sky at the clear blue sky, Dodge felt the warmth of the sun. And subtly, very subtly, he felt it diminish.
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(Bartholemeow) This was fun to write; I can't wait to begin work on the grimoire card, which will be posted on a separate Fanfiction. It will explain some of the obscure lore behind Dodge and maybe tell a few exciting stories as well.
(D-Bot) reading the Grimoire cards are not required to understand the Fanfiction but are recommended if you wish to know more about this alternate universe.
(Bartholemeow) They will be posted sporadically throughout the fanfiction's runtime
(Bartholemeow) Also, a Big thanks to A.D. Williams for helping me out on this, please check her stories out if you like Final Fantasy XV stories.
*Prologue over*