I've decided to continue this fic because: why the hell not, right?
Anyways, I've changed the timeframe on when this fic takes place. Originally this story took place between Pipeline Destruction and Faceless soldier, I've instead placed this right after First Contact. I did this because I wanted a longer time frame to work with before Faceless Soldier (15 Days). I have edited the first chapter to reflect this change (might take awhile to show tho).
Plus this allows me to show 3 Missions (Pipeline Destruction, Faceless Soldier, and Transfer Orders) from Bandog's point-of-view. Also I feel First Contact is when Bandog started to respect Trigger, so yeah.
So I hope y'all enjoy.
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Location: 444 Air Base, Zapland
Time: 1500 July 14, 2019
"Rise and Shine Bandog".
Bandog turned over in his bed as the Guard opened his cell.
"Ugh" Bandog groaned as the sun light hit his eyes. He proceeded to hide under his blanket, much to the annoyance of the guard.
"C'mon man. Don't make this harder than it has to be" The guard jangled his handcuffs to help motivate the prisoner.
Bandog scowled at the guard, but eventually got up.
He grabbed his head in pain "Shit, what time is it?".
"3:00 in the afternoon" the Guard stated.
"You couldn't have let me sleep for the whole day?".
"You need the exercise" the Guard smirked.
"Fuck off"
Bandog was escorted to the front door and was pushed outside to the courtyard. The door slammed shut behind him as Bandog shielded his eyes from the blinding daylight. He felt like complete ass. He should have taken Trigger's advice and layed off the beer.
He looked around the courtyard and saw the usual. Prisoners in all shapes and sizes just standing around, talking or doing some activity. Be it talking about the football game last night or playing some sport, the prisoners were keeping themselves occupied.
Everybody wanted out of here, but they all knew there was no hope and tried their hardest to make the best of it. Some we're more successful than others of course.
Bandog began to recall one prisoner who tried to hang himself with his bedsheets but failed. The rest of the prisoners, including Bandog, showed zero sympathy and mocked the guy until he transferred to a mental institution. That freak murdered his bunk mate while he was sleeping. Funny how things turn out huh?
Bandog eventually had enough of standing around and tried to see if Full Band was out here somewhere.
He walked around the courtyard for a bit until he saw a decent sized crowd gathered around something.
Bandog walked up to it and tapped on a guy's shoulder "The hell's going on?".
The guy turned around with a bored expression on his face "Nothing really, just a few guys playing cards…"
"Sounds mildly entertaining. Mind If I take a look?"
"Sure man. Go on ahead".
Bandog pushed a little through the crowd until he saw a group of guys sitting on the ground playing poker. This interested him. Poker was his favorite pastime after all.
Bandog went a little closer and realized that among the guys playing, was Trigger.
"Huh. The dumbass knows how to play cards. Who knew?" Bandog thought to himself as he watched Trigger play.
Trigger had a big stupid grin on his face as he looked at his cards. No poker face at all. He kept staring at his opponents with the grin and they were very obviously getting pissed off.
Sudden one of they guys slammed his cards on the ground and glared at Trigger.
"Tú engaño, hijo de puta!" the guy yelled in anger.
Trigger smiled at the guy, amused "What I do?".
The guy grabbed Trigger buy his shirt and pointed at his cards "Cambiaste tus cartas, follas!".
"Uh, no comprende, amigo" Trigger said grinning even more.
From what Bandog could understand, apparently Trigger had cheated and the guy was pissed.
Trigger looked the guy in the eye, smirked, and said "Gonna cry cause you lost bitch?"
Trigger was immediately thrown to ground and the guy began to punch to him the face repeatedly. This riled the crowd up and everybody started cheering them on.
Trigger pushed the guy off him and kicked him in the stomach. The guy clenched his stomach long enough for Trigger and get a good left hook in the side of the guys head, followed by a solid punch to the face. The guy blocked Trigger's third attempt to hit him and nailed Trigger in chest before landing blow right in the ribs.
Trigger grabbed the guy's arm quickly and twisted it behind his back. The guy yelled in pain before headbutting Trigger, causing him to let go.
The guy pulled out a shank and before he could stab Trigger with it, two guards got between them.
"Alright ladies, break it up", one of the guards said.
"Heh. Alright" Trigger agreed with his hands up.
The guy tried to run up to Trigger but the two guards grabbed him before that could happen.
"¡Te cortaré las pelotas, pedazo de mierda!" the guy screamed at Trigger as he was taken away by the guards.
"Hasta la vista bro" Trigger taunted at the guy as the crowd began to disperse. Bandog walked up to him as he turned around.
"Bandog! Fancy seeing you here!" Trigger snickered.
Bandog rolled his eyes "Cut the crap Trigger. Just what was that about?".
"That fine Aurelian specimen thought I was cheating".
That confirmed Bandog's suspicions "Well did you?".
Trigger rolled up his sleeves to reveal a bunch of cards tapped to his arms. Bandog looked at him bewildered.
Trigger grinned at Bandog's reaction "Ain't I a stinker?".
"Asshole more like" Bandog replied shaking his head.
"Takes one to know one" Trigger stated as he rolled down he sleeves "Luckily that guy was the only one who caught me. I just scammed those suckers out of at least eighty dollars worth of lunch"
That reminded Bandog that he had slept through breakfast and lunch time. His stomach began to growl "Fuck man, I'm starving".
"I gotcha covered" Trigger reached into his pocket and pulled out a candy bar "I'll put it on your tab!".
"Gee thanks" Bandog said as he grabbed the candy bar "Have you seen Full Band?".
"He's in solitary"
"What did that fuck do this time?" Bandog asked as he took a bite out of his candy bar.
"The dumbass thought it was a good idea to tamper with the loudspeaker this morning and mock McKinsey.".
"Stupid..."
"Yep. Anyways, he's been sentenced for 3 days".
"That's too bad. I needed to talk to him".
"What for?".
"Just needed to tell him that he should shut the fuck up".
"I think that's impossible".
"Probably right" Bandog honestly didn't care what Full Band knew. So what? It's, not like he could do anything with it. Besides, It couldn't be that important. Bandog got that stupid government shit out of his mind.
"Ya know Bandog. This time I've ever seen you out on the courtyard" Trigger realized.
"I used to come out here more often. But ever since I became AWACS controller for Spare, fucking McKinsey been's making me write reports and doing analytics. It's bullshit".
"Damn. What happens if you don't do it?"
"Well aside from solitary, McKinsey threatens to lie to the higher ups and have me sent to fucking Tanamagalo Bay".
"Holy shit. You mean that place where they torture terrorists?".
"Yep".
"Damn man. You got it bad".
"I as long as I keep my cool, I'm safe" Bandog clenched his first "But shit, it gets harder and harder everyday. Don't be surprised if I'm shipped off in a few days".
"Heh. I can see why your always in a bad mood…"
"I've always been pissed off. But McKinsey sure as hell hasn't helped".
Trigger could tell that Bandog was starting to get angry so he quickly changed the subject "So...how's Tabloid?".
"What about him?".
"You said he was entertaining. Got any stories to tell".
"Eh. Not much" Bandog shrugged "He's a damn anarchist and conspiracy theorist".
"A conspiracy theorist" Trigger laughed and crossed his arms "This I gotta hear. What's he told you?"
Bandog hesitated, he wasn't really in the mood for Trigger's endless questions again "Why the hell are you interested in what that freak has to say?".
"I find to those 'Harling did 6/17' type conspiracy theories to be entertaining. I want a good laugh. Don't leave me hanging".
Bandog finished his candy bar and threw the wrapper on the ground "Fine. Prepare for crazy".
"I'm ready".
"So a few days back during lunch time me and him were talking about that whole Belka shit that happened. You know, the Circum-Pacific War?".
"Yeah. I know about it"
"He told me his theory that Belkan's are the ones that caused almost every major conflict since The Belkan War".
Trigger scratched his "I mean...that kind of makes sense".
"Oh no, I think it makes sense too. It the shit he tried to tell me after that made me call bullshit".
"Well let's hear it".
"Ever heard of Nordennavic?".
"Not much really. I just know that they're neutral and Emmeria's bitch".
"Yeah, well this fuck tried to tell me that, apparently, that country pretends to neutral and actually has spies in every country, influence their wars and shit to protect their own asses".
This caused Trigger to burst out laughing "Haha! What the hell?".
"That's not all. He's utterly convinced that countries are on their way out and corporations will take their place".
Trigger just shook his head and laughed some more "That doesn't even make sense".
"That's what I told him. He brushed me off of course. Fucking idiot". Bandog began to walk around a little.
Trigger decided to follow "So what do you think of Avril?".
"Who?"
"You know, Avril. The Scrap-".
"I have no idea who you're talking about".
Trigger stopped walking, causing Bandog to stop. He looked at Trigger confused "What?".
"Well we gotta go meet her!" Trigger exclaimed like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Her? The fuck? I thought only men were at this base?"
"Well apparently not. Let's go to the hanger".
"Hell no. That's a long ass walk"
"Come oooon it's not that long!"
"What are you a child? Get the hell out of my face Trigger".
"I'll give you another candy bar…" Trigger said as he pulled out a candy bar.
Bandog's stomach grumbled, reminding him that the first candy bar didn't fill him up. And that dinner wasn't until 9.
Bandog scowled as Trigger dangled that damn candy bar in his face. Bandog finally relented "I fucking hate you Trigger".
"Oh no you don't" Trigger scoffed.
"Ugh".
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"God damn Trigger, ease it on that throttle. Shit".
Avril was currently in a hanger working on Trigger's current plane, an old Mig-29. After she heard about Trigger's performance against that aggressive bandit, she was impressed.
She figured that modifying his plane would be a fun little project to keep herself busy. Plus she guessed Trigger deserved a little reward after what Tabloid had told her.
She had intended for this upgrade to be a quick little tune up, but after seeing just how much Trigger fucked up his own plane, she knew that she was gonna be here awhile.
She didn't have to, in fact she tried not to, be she liked working on planes and seeing a messed up one just waiting to be fixed appealed to her.
So she just got to work.
She had been fixing up the plane for almost 2 days now and naturally this messed up her plans. See, she intended to just watch Trigger from afar, fixing up his plane when necessary and listen to his exploits from the other spare members.
But yesterday changed all of that when Trigger decided to stroll on in, right in the middle of her tune up.
The meeting was…interesting to say the least. What caught her off guard was how laid back he was. She expected a cocky-hot head, not what Trigger brought to the table.
Another thing see realized was that Trigger really liked to talk...and was kind of an uncaring ass.
Tabloid told her that Trigger almost never speaks while flying, but on ground? He just talks and talks and talks and talks, it got fucking annoying after a while. He was lucky that he was also entertaining or else she would have kicked him out then and there.
After that Trigger popped in out the rest of the day. The more he came by, the less work she got done. She just hoped he layed off for the rest of the-
"OH AVRIL!"
Oh goddammit.
Avril looked over to the front of the hanger and saw Trigger walking in with a really tall guy. They walked over to her and Trigger took her hand shook it, getting oil all over himself in the process.
"Uh, hey Trigger" Avril greeted as she took her hand back. "So what brings you here. Again. And what happened to your face?".
"I got in a fight. And I wanted you to meet my friend-"
"We're not friends dickhead".
"Acquaintance" Trigger said, unfazed.
Bandog and Avril looked at each other awkwardly.
"Uh...hey" Avril greeted.
"Yeah...I'm Bandog" Bandog sort-of greeted.
That caught Avril interest "Wait your Bandog".
Bandog narrowed his eyes "Yes".
"The guy that commands everyone in Spare?"
"Yes".
"And your a prisoner?".
"No I just like to wear fucking prison jumpsuits to make myself feel better" Bandog replied sarcastically.
"Damn, shithead, I was just asking a question" Avril snarled.
"Well don't ask me retarded ass questions".
Avril glared at the guy. She had known this guy for 2 minutes and already hated him. The glared at each other for a few seconds before Trigger directed Bandog to his plane.
"Check it out Bandog. She's pimping out my ride".
"She's probably gonna have to put a carseat in it for the manchild that flies it".
"Fuck you".
"Heh heh"
Bandog walked around the plane and examined it "Hmm. This plane was banged to all hell when we landed. Most of dents have been cleaned up…" Bandog looked over to Avril "You did this all yourself?".
"Hmph. Damn right" Avril said with confidence. "They'll be all gone within a day or two".
"You do some decent work".
"More than decent shit head. Once I modify Trigger's engine, you'll hardly recognize him".
"Well I guess I'll take your fucking word on it".
"Yeah. You fucking will".
Avril put on her welding mask and got back to work on the underside of the plane.
Trigger decided to use his time to look around the hanger. There were parts everywhere. Wings, propellers, glass, engines, bits of metal, anything a tinkerer would want.
"So Avril. They give you all this scrap to work with?" Trigger asked.
"I'm working" Avril said, annoyed.
"It's a simple yes or no question dear" Trigger mocked.
Avril sighed "Yes, Trigger".
"Cooool".
"Ugh".
Bandog sat down on a barrel and watched Trigger look around the hanger like an idiot.
"Yo Trigger" Avril called out " Make yourself useful and hand me my second blow torch on my desk next to the shit-head.
Bandog flipped her off, not that she could see it or anything, considering she was under a jet. It was just impulse.
Trigger came over, grabbed it and walked over to Avril "Got it chief".
"Put down on the tray next to me. I'm gonna give you my old one. I want you to put in on the desk you got the new one from. And for the love of God, don't touch the metal nozzle. It's hot as hell".
Trigger nodded and put the new one down while retrieving the old one. Bandog watched as he walked over to the table to put it down.
But before he did that, Trigger stood there and looked at the blow torch for second. Then, out of nowhere, Trigger took his hand…..and grabbed tightly on to the burning hot nozzle with his bare hands.
Bandog eyes widen at this "Trigger what the fu-"
"ARGGGH!" Trigger yelled as dropped the blow torch.
Avril immediately got from under the jet "Aw shit! What happened!".
Bandog ran to Trigger "Idioft face over here grabbed on to the damn nozzle like his life depended on it".
" You've gotta be shitting me…"
The two of them looked at Trigger's hand. It burning red and some of the skin was broken.
Avril slapped Trigger upside the head "Dumbass! Why the hell did you do that?!".
Trigger rubbed his head "I wanted know if it was hot or not".
Bandog looked like he wanted to scream "She. Fucking. Told. You. Dumbass".
"I wanted to make sure…"
Avril and Bandog looked at Trigger completely dumbfound. Avril just gripped her nose "Argh. This is third time this shit's happened".
Bandog looked at Avril "Third time?" He then looked at Trigger and squeezed his arm "Fucking third time?!"
Trigger avoided his glare "I may have messed with Avril tools a couple of times yesterday…".
"Okay that's it" Avril put her hands up "I've had enough of you for today Trigger. Shit-head, take dumbass to the infirmary".
"Fine. Let's go Trigger". Bandog signalled for Trigger to follow him and he did.
Trigger waved goodbye to Avril and they both disappeared. Avril stared at the front of the hanger and just shook her head.
"Dumbass"
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The two managed to make it to the infirmary. Only barely though. Trigger kept whining about his burnt hand and Bandog threatened to make more than just his hand hurt if he didn't stop complaining.
Once they got to the infirmary, the doctor groaned at the sight of Trigger. Something which Bandog found interesting.
"Why you got that look on your face Doc?" Bandog asked.
"This is the fifth time Trigger's been here" the Doctor stated.
"Jesus christ Trigger. How the hell have you not crashed yet?".
"I'm just really lucky" Trigger said with pride. Bandog proceeded to punch him in the arm. "Owww…"
"Shut the fuck up".
The doctor sighed and signalled for Trigger to to sit down on the bed. Before Trigger did that he turned to Bandog and spread open his arms.
"Can I get a bro hug?" Trigger grinned.
"Fuck off. Just do what the doctor said".
Trigger chuckled and walked over to the bed "See ya later B-dog".
"Don't ever call me that" Bandog left the infirmary and went back to the courtyard.
As he walked away he realized something…
"Did...did I just hangout with someone? Shit, maybe I need a doctor".
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And that was chapter 2 everybody hope you enjoyed it.
Also I want you guys to go read the AC fanfic Grounded Aces. Seriously, just compare that mature ass Trigger to my Idiot.