Unseen War
Chapter Four
A lone man walked down the dark street. He was wearing a business mans suit with a black trench coat over it. The tall towering buildings above him had few rooms lit, and the streets were empty like a ghost town. There was an occasional taxi, or drunk pedestrian that would come by but other than that there was nothing. The man looked around to make sure no one was following him and he turned into a dark ally way.
He walked down the ally, and stopped. He looked like he was straining his eyes to see something. He shrugged his shoulders and continued to walk. He came up to a small stair was that was next to one of the large buildings that made up the ally. He walked down the staircase to a heavy steel door. He opened a small compartment, which revealed a number pad. He punched in some numbers, and the door made a hydraulic sound. It then slowly started to open, and a man in a black fully black wardrobe with a black vest over it. The man had his pistol upholstered, and looking at the man in front of him.
"Hello Mr. Wyatt, we have been expecting you. You know your way to the meeting room." The man motioned for Mr. Wyatt to go down the corridor. Wyatt followed the mans orders and continued down the corridor.
Mr. William Wyatt was in his early fifty's and had quite a bit of white hair showing through. Mr. Wyatt was a businessman from the local arms factory in the capital city of Braxis, New London. He had friends in the city that were trying to organize a militia of sorts, and of course they wanted him to help arm the militia.
He walked into a room full of middle-aged men, and the room was halfway complete. Around where the walls were supposed to be there were giant gaps leading into the earth of the planet.
"How nice of you to join us Mr. Wyatt, I hope you enjoyed yourself on the way over here." A fairly large man stood up from the table and came over to welcome Mr. Wyatt. He motioned for Wyatt to take a seat next to the large table in the middle of the room. The man was Austin Cook, a local who had just retired from the mercenary business. They all seated themselves and began their meeting.
"Ok men you all know why were here. The dominion is trying to take complete control over this planet, and I for one will not be ruled over by some tyrant." He sat down and a number of other men agreed with him. One of them stood up.
"I have twenty five men willing to back me up in my district." A number of other men around the table also told their number of men.
"Alright gentlemen quite down! From a rough estimate I would say we have around a hundred and fifty men or so. Now our only problem is arming these men." Everyone looked at Mr. Wyatt, and waited for him to speak.
"Gentlemen my only problem with this is that I have dominion marines already at my main factory, and to get my private factory up and running I would need at least 40,000 credits. And I know that you men do not have that sort of money."
"However we do." A man was standing in the doorway, and he was wearing a heavy armored stealth suit. The men in the room all stood up and grabbed their pistols and pointed them at the man. "Oh please. if I wanted you dead you would already be that way. Men uncloak." Eight men came into view around the room. Most of then were in the hollowed out area where the wall was supposed to be.
"How the hell did you get in here?" Cook was standing up, and he had holstered his gun. He was looking at the men around him with caution.
"We have been watching your 'militia' for the past few days. We have decided that we would like to help you out." The man stood there not showing any signs weakness at all.
"Who are you?"
"I myself am Captain Scott Kiefer, and these are some of my men from special operations squad alpha. We represent Cords Marauders, part of Raynors Raiders. We understand that you yourself are against the Dominion, and since it looks like your trying to organize an attack against the Emperor I figured you could use our help."
"And in what way do you figure you could help us?" Captain Kiefer tossed something onto the table. Mr. Cook picked up the object, and looked at it. It was a bank access card.
"That is a bank access card if you didn't already know. You will find 100,000 credits, which should get Mr. Wyatt's private factory started up very nicely. However your men. do any of them have any military experience?"
"I'm afraid not. We are normally a peaceful city. We have never been under a different control other than our own government. The dominion has just disbanded our government and that means we no longer have a military so our cities are defenseless." This time it was one of the older men talking, he looked to be around his late fifty's
"Ok. we will train your men if you pledge loyalty to Raynors Raiders. However if you do this you will also be branded as outlaws the same as me and my men here. I know some of you have families, and I know this could mean something different for your lives, but it is a chance to defend your homes."
The men started into a deep conversation, most of which Kiefer couldn't hear. However what he did hear he liked. He continued to wait on the men, and eventually they came to a decision.
"Captain if we help you, then your help us. that means if we are overwhelmed Mr. Raynor is responsible for our families. Is it a deal?"
"It's a deal. here are the coordinates of where you are to send your men for training. It's a few miles outside of the city, and if you must know its an underground bunker. We have made a few adjustments to it so it's ready to be used as a training facility. Be there in three days, and your men will start their training. Men lets move out." With that all of Kiefer's men left the room and the men in silence.
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General Robertson was sitting in the middle of a dark room with a light hanging over him. He had his head hung low, and his hands were tied behind the back of a chair. His eyes were red, and his hair wet from the water tub in front of him. Slowly a man came forward into the light.
"General do you remember the day that you and your U.E.D. forces took over Augistrad? Because Ill never forget it."
"I don't know what your talking about. ill I did was over take the dominion forces that I now command."
"You damn men took control of the city, and you do know what they did? They rapped and murdered both my wife and my daughter you son of a bitch!" The man came running up the to general and slugged him in the face. The general slumped over the one side and coughed up a mouth full of blood. The man was about to go for a second swing.
"Sergeant Hanes that is a enough," Colonel Cord came into view, "he is a prisoner of war, so only I can beat the hell out of him." John smiled, and the rest of the men in the room let out a small chuckle. Hanes walked back into the darkness.
Cord knelt down right next to the general and leaned in next to his face. "You know general half the men in this room are ready to beat the hell out of one at a time. So I suggest that you do what we say, and maybe we just might let you live out the rest of your pathetic life." Cord stood up and began to walk around the chair the general was seated in. "So general," he said out loud so everyone could hear, "why would the dominion send out his or her best general to this planet?"
"I don't have to answer that, as a prisoner of war I only have to give you my-." Cord slammed his fist into the generals' stomach.
"Don't mess with us general! We were not part of that convention and we did not sign any paper saying that was all we had to do!" Cord straightened out his uniform, and fixed his hair. "General you know what your people do when they catch men like me. They do worse things than what were doing to you right now. So general let's start over again. Why would the Dominion send its best general to this cold ass planet?"
Robertson sat in his chair thinking over what he would do. After a moments pause he looked up at cord, and he looked down at the floor. "I was sent here to gather an army take complete control over this world. My men destroyed the government that was here when we basically killed off the entire ruling body. In a few days we were supposed to take over the capital city. Your men attacked the newest and smallest base we had on this planet. We have nearly 10,000 men spread out over the planet, and 4,500 of them are attacking the Capitol in one month. Five hundred of those men are arming 250 tanks. We know that we could easily over take any militias that may have formed. I was to coordinate the attack but unfortunately I now cant."
Cord looked at the general for a moment and then he told everyone to leave the room. Slowly everyone left the room, and Cord and the General were left alone. "General you better be right about this. or I will personally execute you." After that last statement cord left the room and retired to his quarters for the day.
The General sat in the chair by himself and slowly but surly untied himself. "Don't worry Colonel you won't need to do that."
Chapter Four
A lone man walked down the dark street. He was wearing a business mans suit with a black trench coat over it. The tall towering buildings above him had few rooms lit, and the streets were empty like a ghost town. There was an occasional taxi, or drunk pedestrian that would come by but other than that there was nothing. The man looked around to make sure no one was following him and he turned into a dark ally way.
He walked down the ally, and stopped. He looked like he was straining his eyes to see something. He shrugged his shoulders and continued to walk. He came up to a small stair was that was next to one of the large buildings that made up the ally. He walked down the staircase to a heavy steel door. He opened a small compartment, which revealed a number pad. He punched in some numbers, and the door made a hydraulic sound. It then slowly started to open, and a man in a black fully black wardrobe with a black vest over it. The man had his pistol upholstered, and looking at the man in front of him.
"Hello Mr. Wyatt, we have been expecting you. You know your way to the meeting room." The man motioned for Mr. Wyatt to go down the corridor. Wyatt followed the mans orders and continued down the corridor.
Mr. William Wyatt was in his early fifty's and had quite a bit of white hair showing through. Mr. Wyatt was a businessman from the local arms factory in the capital city of Braxis, New London. He had friends in the city that were trying to organize a militia of sorts, and of course they wanted him to help arm the militia.
He walked into a room full of middle-aged men, and the room was halfway complete. Around where the walls were supposed to be there were giant gaps leading into the earth of the planet.
"How nice of you to join us Mr. Wyatt, I hope you enjoyed yourself on the way over here." A fairly large man stood up from the table and came over to welcome Mr. Wyatt. He motioned for Wyatt to take a seat next to the large table in the middle of the room. The man was Austin Cook, a local who had just retired from the mercenary business. They all seated themselves and began their meeting.
"Ok men you all know why were here. The dominion is trying to take complete control over this planet, and I for one will not be ruled over by some tyrant." He sat down and a number of other men agreed with him. One of them stood up.
"I have twenty five men willing to back me up in my district." A number of other men around the table also told their number of men.
"Alright gentlemen quite down! From a rough estimate I would say we have around a hundred and fifty men or so. Now our only problem is arming these men." Everyone looked at Mr. Wyatt, and waited for him to speak.
"Gentlemen my only problem with this is that I have dominion marines already at my main factory, and to get my private factory up and running I would need at least 40,000 credits. And I know that you men do not have that sort of money."
"However we do." A man was standing in the doorway, and he was wearing a heavy armored stealth suit. The men in the room all stood up and grabbed their pistols and pointed them at the man. "Oh please. if I wanted you dead you would already be that way. Men uncloak." Eight men came into view around the room. Most of then were in the hollowed out area where the wall was supposed to be.
"How the hell did you get in here?" Cook was standing up, and he had holstered his gun. He was looking at the men around him with caution.
"We have been watching your 'militia' for the past few days. We have decided that we would like to help you out." The man stood there not showing any signs weakness at all.
"Who are you?"
"I myself am Captain Scott Kiefer, and these are some of my men from special operations squad alpha. We represent Cords Marauders, part of Raynors Raiders. We understand that you yourself are against the Dominion, and since it looks like your trying to organize an attack against the Emperor I figured you could use our help."
"And in what way do you figure you could help us?" Captain Kiefer tossed something onto the table. Mr. Cook picked up the object, and looked at it. It was a bank access card.
"That is a bank access card if you didn't already know. You will find 100,000 credits, which should get Mr. Wyatt's private factory started up very nicely. However your men. do any of them have any military experience?"
"I'm afraid not. We are normally a peaceful city. We have never been under a different control other than our own government. The dominion has just disbanded our government and that means we no longer have a military so our cities are defenseless." This time it was one of the older men talking, he looked to be around his late fifty's
"Ok. we will train your men if you pledge loyalty to Raynors Raiders. However if you do this you will also be branded as outlaws the same as me and my men here. I know some of you have families, and I know this could mean something different for your lives, but it is a chance to defend your homes."
The men started into a deep conversation, most of which Kiefer couldn't hear. However what he did hear he liked. He continued to wait on the men, and eventually they came to a decision.
"Captain if we help you, then your help us. that means if we are overwhelmed Mr. Raynor is responsible for our families. Is it a deal?"
"It's a deal. here are the coordinates of where you are to send your men for training. It's a few miles outside of the city, and if you must know its an underground bunker. We have made a few adjustments to it so it's ready to be used as a training facility. Be there in three days, and your men will start their training. Men lets move out." With that all of Kiefer's men left the room and the men in silence.
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General Robertson was sitting in the middle of a dark room with a light hanging over him. He had his head hung low, and his hands were tied behind the back of a chair. His eyes were red, and his hair wet from the water tub in front of him. Slowly a man came forward into the light.
"General do you remember the day that you and your U.E.D. forces took over Augistrad? Because Ill never forget it."
"I don't know what your talking about. ill I did was over take the dominion forces that I now command."
"You damn men took control of the city, and you do know what they did? They rapped and murdered both my wife and my daughter you son of a bitch!" The man came running up the to general and slugged him in the face. The general slumped over the one side and coughed up a mouth full of blood. The man was about to go for a second swing.
"Sergeant Hanes that is a enough," Colonel Cord came into view, "he is a prisoner of war, so only I can beat the hell out of him." John smiled, and the rest of the men in the room let out a small chuckle. Hanes walked back into the darkness.
Cord knelt down right next to the general and leaned in next to his face. "You know general half the men in this room are ready to beat the hell out of one at a time. So I suggest that you do what we say, and maybe we just might let you live out the rest of your pathetic life." Cord stood up and began to walk around the chair the general was seated in. "So general," he said out loud so everyone could hear, "why would the dominion send out his or her best general to this planet?"
"I don't have to answer that, as a prisoner of war I only have to give you my-." Cord slammed his fist into the generals' stomach.
"Don't mess with us general! We were not part of that convention and we did not sign any paper saying that was all we had to do!" Cord straightened out his uniform, and fixed his hair. "General you know what your people do when they catch men like me. They do worse things than what were doing to you right now. So general let's start over again. Why would the Dominion send its best general to this cold ass planet?"
Robertson sat in his chair thinking over what he would do. After a moments pause he looked up at cord, and he looked down at the floor. "I was sent here to gather an army take complete control over this world. My men destroyed the government that was here when we basically killed off the entire ruling body. In a few days we were supposed to take over the capital city. Your men attacked the newest and smallest base we had on this planet. We have nearly 10,000 men spread out over the planet, and 4,500 of them are attacking the Capitol in one month. Five hundred of those men are arming 250 tanks. We know that we could easily over take any militias that may have formed. I was to coordinate the attack but unfortunately I now cant."
Cord looked at the general for a moment and then he told everyone to leave the room. Slowly everyone left the room, and Cord and the General were left alone. "General you better be right about this. or I will personally execute you." After that last statement cord left the room and retired to his quarters for the day.
The General sat in the chair by himself and slowly but surly untied himself. "Don't worry Colonel you won't need to do that."
