The 99th Platoon
(A/N Here's the long awaited 3rd chapter. The action begins from this point onwards. It's longer than the last two)
Chapter 3: Get, get, down, down, down, du-down
A grey squirrel stood alone in the dense undergrowth of the island. He dusted himself off and checked if his backpack was in one piece. The crash had hurled all the platoon members in different directions. Chael pushed back his long fringe and looked down at his body.
"Yep. All vital body parts are still there," having said this he slung his pack over his back and started trekking towards what he hoped was an the way out of the forest.
About a hundred metres away Viper, a tall, thin and dark looking squirrel, was slapping Percival awake. Percival, a rather intelligent looking squirrel, stood up and looked around. Sitting next to him was "Squeaky", the youngest in the platoon, Michael, a joker squirrel who constantly wore a wide grin and "Flatfeet", a stocky and well-built squirrel. Percival stood up.
"Damn! Who was drivin' that bird?" remarked Michael as they all marched out of the clearing they were in.
Privates Ender and Cartman had just recovered from the crash and were quite jumpy and nervous. Ender, a squirrel that had a twinkle in his wide eyes constantly, had his bow and arrow at the ready. Cartman, a slightly tubby squirrel, had his twin uzis fully armed and loaded. Suddenly without warning a figure flipped out from the bushes. Ender let his arrow fly but before it reached the figure it was severed in two. The figure landed. He was not dressed in standard military attire but looked more like…
"A ninja?" asked Cartman.
"Call me Stealth," he grinned, "C'mon lets get going,"
CuMiT was manning his tank as he drove along the coastline. He and his MetalSlug had been dropped seconds after the main plane had been attacked. He feared the worst for the platoon. CuMiT was a squirrel below the average medium of height. But he was no push over. His hair flying around in the light breeze, that had picked up after the end of the storm, above his blue bandana and with his tank CD playing "Born to be Wild" he felt good, besides the fact that he was behind enemy lines.
"Born to be WIIIIII-AY-ELD!" howled his tank. A squirrel burst out of the bushes near the shore.
"I'd know that song anywhere!" yelled Gores. He ran up to CuMiT. He shared CuMiT's wild, psychotic look. He grinned.
"Space for two?" he said. CuMiT gave him a high five.
"Hop in Pyst!"
"Hey does this love buggy have hardcore rock and roll?"
"Gamer! Hey Gamer!" yelled out Sarge as he stepped into the clearing where Private Gamer stood checking his pack. Gamer stood up at attention.
"At ease," Gamer relaxed, "You Gamer?" asked Sarge. Gamer nodded. "What's your first name boy?"
"Sir, N64, sir," replied Gamer, a squirrel with a dangerous, sarcastic look about him.
"CuMiT and now N64? Jee wiz…" sniggered Sarge. Behind them a rustle was heard in the bushes. A Tediz walked out. Sarge and Gamer drew their weapons.
"Hold it right there buddy!" barked Sarge. Then he noticed the backpack on the Tediz's back.
"Private Warclat reporting. Sir," spoke the Tediz using perfect English. The Tediz saluted. Sarge had a sceptic look on his face, as he looked at the sideways stitched mouth, the black button eyes and the sewing visible at the arms and legs. But his eyes were different to the cold, blank eyes of the average Tediz. They looked humane. Sarge grinned at this new recruit.
"Let's move it out, you too private Warclat," he said still chuckling to himself. Gamer looked at Warclat with a mixture of rage and confusion on his face.
"Please, call me WWW," said WWW.
As the different groups were walking their radios sprung into life.
*FFFF-shiiiit*
"Team, this is private Chael. I've made it out of the jungle and to the rocky beach on the eastern side of the island. So far it seems I have not been seen. No entrance has been found from this side so I will continue to the rear of the base. I will resume radio contact whenever I have reached my destination. Private Chael out"
"I heard ya Chael. We're on our way to meet up with you at the rear end of the island. Stay undetected for as long as possible. The rest of you privates hurry up, the Komiz are gonna sweep the wreckage site soon and you don't wanna be there when that happens. This is Sarge over and out."
*FFFF-shiiiit*
The soldiers had met up at the rear end of the base and were debating their next move, while not that far away on a hill lay an unconscious Oreos. His face looked intelligent, like it was on constant alert even in his unconscious. His eyes snapped open.
"Oww...who was the pilot?" He sat up and decided to use his position to his advantage. He took a pair of binoculars out and scanned the area.
*FFFF-shiiiit*
"Private Oreos? This is Sarge, can you reply? Over."
"Sarge, I'm scanning the area and all's quiet, almost too quiet...I'll come find you guys the second I'm done up here. Hey, I can see you from here...OH FUCK! Sarge, Percival, Chael, look out behind you!"
*FFFF-shiiiit*
"What, what, what?" Sarge spun around with his sniper rifle at the ready. "Oreos, are you fucking with me boy? Or did you really see something?" he yelled into his radio.
"Sir there was definite movement sir!" came the reply.
"All right. Gores comes with me, yeah you private. Private Chael, keep working on getting us in. You are the explosives master right? Oreos get your ass over here now that you've scared the shit outta all of us. The rest of you wait for us to get back. Stealth you're in charge if anything happens." Sarge and Pyst walked into the jungle behind the platoon. Oreos started to trek towards the others.
Sarge and Pyst walked slowly towards the "intrusion". Pyst was behind Sarge.
*rustle, rustle*
"What was that?" asked Pyst.
"I don't know private," said Sarge putting away his sniper rifle and taking out his shotgun. "All I know is, I feel better with this baby close..." They continued to walk through the trees.
*ooo...sebayou*
"Shit! Get down private!" They both fell to the soil as sniper fire flew over their heads. "Lets move it gogogogogogo GO! Who's in the best position to clear out these snipers?!" he yelled into his radio as he and Pyst ran for their lives through the trees, dodging constant fire. "Oh no…" whispered Sarge.
They had just run into a large and wide clearing. Three red laser beams flashed across the field and locked onto the soldiers.
"Private" said Sarge.
"Sir?" replied Pyst.
"RUN!"
They began running wildly in circles trying to dodge bullets. Sarge was yelling into his radio.
"Get these snipers offa our asses PRONTO!"
Upon hearing Sarge's yell over the radio Chael grabbed his sniper rifle and ran towards the hill Oreos was previously on. He quickly set up his rifle, as he swept frantically over the treetops looking for the snipers.
*FFFF-shiiiit*
"Hurry up boy!"
*FFFF-shiiiit*
Chael had broken out into a sweat. They were too well hidden. He was searching from area to area, his breathing growing faster.
*FFFF-shiiiit*
"Chael, my man, like NOW!" yelled Pyst
*FFFF-shiiiit*
There they were! Chael aimed and…fired.
Pyst had just tripped over a log. The three lasers had locked on to him.
*Bzzzzing, bzzzzing, bzzzzing*
Three headless tediz fell from the treetops dead.
"Cuttin' it a little close ain't we Chael?" jeered Pyst. He and Sarge ran back to the platoon, as did Chael.
The others were hearing the yells over the radio and were all in a large sweat when the three soldiers showed up. They all breathed a sigh of relief. Flatfeet walked over to them.
"Sir the Komiz guarding the rear entrance is about to change shifts. He'll be gone for a minute or two giving us enough time to enter the base," he reported. Sarge looked over at CuMiT in his tank.
"Nice to see you here private, did you have a pleasant flight?" sneered Sarge.
"Sir, yes sir," came CuMiT's response.
"Okay. Lets do it," said Sarge. They crouched in their little alcove in the rocks by the entrance and waited. During this time Percival was looking constantly at one large rock in front of them. He appeared to be muttering to himself and his eyes were darting all over the rock.
"Hey! What you doin' man?" asked Squeaky. Percival shook his head.
"Can't be," he muttered.
"What?" asked Squeaky.
"Well, if you put all these markings together in the right combination it reads: Conker is here. You are here. You will be here. And then there's some sort of map underneath."
"Looks like a rock to me," said Cartman.
"Yeah man you just gotta relax," said Ender. Two seconds later the ground literally opened up beneath them and sent them sliding down, down below…
(A/N Here's the long awaited 3rd chapter. The action begins from this point onwards. It's longer than the last two)
Chapter 3: Get, get, down, down, down, du-down
A grey squirrel stood alone in the dense undergrowth of the island. He dusted himself off and checked if his backpack was in one piece. The crash had hurled all the platoon members in different directions. Chael pushed back his long fringe and looked down at his body.
"Yep. All vital body parts are still there," having said this he slung his pack over his back and started trekking towards what he hoped was an the way out of the forest.
About a hundred metres away Viper, a tall, thin and dark looking squirrel, was slapping Percival awake. Percival, a rather intelligent looking squirrel, stood up and looked around. Sitting next to him was "Squeaky", the youngest in the platoon, Michael, a joker squirrel who constantly wore a wide grin and "Flatfeet", a stocky and well-built squirrel. Percival stood up.
"Damn! Who was drivin' that bird?" remarked Michael as they all marched out of the clearing they were in.
Privates Ender and Cartman had just recovered from the crash and were quite jumpy and nervous. Ender, a squirrel that had a twinkle in his wide eyes constantly, had his bow and arrow at the ready. Cartman, a slightly tubby squirrel, had his twin uzis fully armed and loaded. Suddenly without warning a figure flipped out from the bushes. Ender let his arrow fly but before it reached the figure it was severed in two. The figure landed. He was not dressed in standard military attire but looked more like…
"A ninja?" asked Cartman.
"Call me Stealth," he grinned, "C'mon lets get going,"
CuMiT was manning his tank as he drove along the coastline. He and his MetalSlug had been dropped seconds after the main plane had been attacked. He feared the worst for the platoon. CuMiT was a squirrel below the average medium of height. But he was no push over. His hair flying around in the light breeze, that had picked up after the end of the storm, above his blue bandana and with his tank CD playing "Born to be Wild" he felt good, besides the fact that he was behind enemy lines.
"Born to be WIIIIII-AY-ELD!" howled his tank. A squirrel burst out of the bushes near the shore.
"I'd know that song anywhere!" yelled Gores. He ran up to CuMiT. He shared CuMiT's wild, psychotic look. He grinned.
"Space for two?" he said. CuMiT gave him a high five.
"Hop in Pyst!"
"Hey does this love buggy have hardcore rock and roll?"
"Gamer! Hey Gamer!" yelled out Sarge as he stepped into the clearing where Private Gamer stood checking his pack. Gamer stood up at attention.
"At ease," Gamer relaxed, "You Gamer?" asked Sarge. Gamer nodded. "What's your first name boy?"
"Sir, N64, sir," replied Gamer, a squirrel with a dangerous, sarcastic look about him.
"CuMiT and now N64? Jee wiz…" sniggered Sarge. Behind them a rustle was heard in the bushes. A Tediz walked out. Sarge and Gamer drew their weapons.
"Hold it right there buddy!" barked Sarge. Then he noticed the backpack on the Tediz's back.
"Private Warclat reporting. Sir," spoke the Tediz using perfect English. The Tediz saluted. Sarge had a sceptic look on his face, as he looked at the sideways stitched mouth, the black button eyes and the sewing visible at the arms and legs. But his eyes were different to the cold, blank eyes of the average Tediz. They looked humane. Sarge grinned at this new recruit.
"Let's move it out, you too private Warclat," he said still chuckling to himself. Gamer looked at Warclat with a mixture of rage and confusion on his face.
"Please, call me WWW," said WWW.
As the different groups were walking their radios sprung into life.
*FFFF-shiiiit*
"Team, this is private Chael. I've made it out of the jungle and to the rocky beach on the eastern side of the island. So far it seems I have not been seen. No entrance has been found from this side so I will continue to the rear of the base. I will resume radio contact whenever I have reached my destination. Private Chael out"
"I heard ya Chael. We're on our way to meet up with you at the rear end of the island. Stay undetected for as long as possible. The rest of you privates hurry up, the Komiz are gonna sweep the wreckage site soon and you don't wanna be there when that happens. This is Sarge over and out."
*FFFF-shiiiit*
The soldiers had met up at the rear end of the base and were debating their next move, while not that far away on a hill lay an unconscious Oreos. His face looked intelligent, like it was on constant alert even in his unconscious. His eyes snapped open.
"Oww...who was the pilot?" He sat up and decided to use his position to his advantage. He took a pair of binoculars out and scanned the area.
*FFFF-shiiiit*
"Private Oreos? This is Sarge, can you reply? Over."
"Sarge, I'm scanning the area and all's quiet, almost too quiet...I'll come find you guys the second I'm done up here. Hey, I can see you from here...OH FUCK! Sarge, Percival, Chael, look out behind you!"
*FFFF-shiiiit*
"What, what, what?" Sarge spun around with his sniper rifle at the ready. "Oreos, are you fucking with me boy? Or did you really see something?" he yelled into his radio.
"Sir there was definite movement sir!" came the reply.
"All right. Gores comes with me, yeah you private. Private Chael, keep working on getting us in. You are the explosives master right? Oreos get your ass over here now that you've scared the shit outta all of us. The rest of you wait for us to get back. Stealth you're in charge if anything happens." Sarge and Pyst walked into the jungle behind the platoon. Oreos started to trek towards the others.
Sarge and Pyst walked slowly towards the "intrusion". Pyst was behind Sarge.
*rustle, rustle*
"What was that?" asked Pyst.
"I don't know private," said Sarge putting away his sniper rifle and taking out his shotgun. "All I know is, I feel better with this baby close..." They continued to walk through the trees.
*ooo...sebayou*
"Shit! Get down private!" They both fell to the soil as sniper fire flew over their heads. "Lets move it gogogogogogo GO! Who's in the best position to clear out these snipers?!" he yelled into his radio as he and Pyst ran for their lives through the trees, dodging constant fire. "Oh no…" whispered Sarge.
They had just run into a large and wide clearing. Three red laser beams flashed across the field and locked onto the soldiers.
"Private" said Sarge.
"Sir?" replied Pyst.
"RUN!"
They began running wildly in circles trying to dodge bullets. Sarge was yelling into his radio.
"Get these snipers offa our asses PRONTO!"
Upon hearing Sarge's yell over the radio Chael grabbed his sniper rifle and ran towards the hill Oreos was previously on. He quickly set up his rifle, as he swept frantically over the treetops looking for the snipers.
*FFFF-shiiiit*
"Hurry up boy!"
*FFFF-shiiiit*
Chael had broken out into a sweat. They were too well hidden. He was searching from area to area, his breathing growing faster.
*FFFF-shiiiit*
"Chael, my man, like NOW!" yelled Pyst
*FFFF-shiiiit*
There they were! Chael aimed and…fired.
Pyst had just tripped over a log. The three lasers had locked on to him.
*Bzzzzing, bzzzzing, bzzzzing*
Three headless tediz fell from the treetops dead.
"Cuttin' it a little close ain't we Chael?" jeered Pyst. He and Sarge ran back to the platoon, as did Chael.
The others were hearing the yells over the radio and were all in a large sweat when the three soldiers showed up. They all breathed a sigh of relief. Flatfeet walked over to them.
"Sir the Komiz guarding the rear entrance is about to change shifts. He'll be gone for a minute or two giving us enough time to enter the base," he reported. Sarge looked over at CuMiT in his tank.
"Nice to see you here private, did you have a pleasant flight?" sneered Sarge.
"Sir, yes sir," came CuMiT's response.
"Okay. Lets do it," said Sarge. They crouched in their little alcove in the rocks by the entrance and waited. During this time Percival was looking constantly at one large rock in front of them. He appeared to be muttering to himself and his eyes were darting all over the rock.
"Hey! What you doin' man?" asked Squeaky. Percival shook his head.
"Can't be," he muttered.
"What?" asked Squeaky.
"Well, if you put all these markings together in the right combination it reads: Conker is here. You are here. You will be here. And then there's some sort of map underneath."
"Looks like a rock to me," said Cartman.
"Yeah man you just gotta relax," said Ender. Two seconds later the ground literally opened up beneath them and sent them sliding down, down below…