The 99th Platoon
(A/N This epoch on the boards was known as the "fecked up" epoch. I've done my best to post up only the stuff necessary. Bear with me here.)
Chapter 6: As weak as we are divided…
*dwip*
The platoon was slowly walking through the tunnel that Heinrich had come out of. A trail of drool along the floor showed the path he had taken. Stealth led the way, pausing occasionally to search for the faint sliver of liquid.
*dwip*
The tunnel was reasonably high but the platoon was forced to walk in pairs due to the lacking width.
*dwip*
"This isn't good," thought Sarge as he walked at the rear, "in a situation like this anyone could just pop out of the shadows and grab you. The others wouldn't hear a thing would they?"
*dwip*
"I mean there had to be a bloody leak too," he thought to himself as drops of water splashed onto his helmet. He bent his head down to flick the water off and saw that his shoe was untied, he bent down to tie it.
*dwip*
Stealth had paused to check the ground again. The water was mixing with the dirt making a small layer of mud. Stealth frowned; he knew that the trial of drool would be harder to follow now. He looked at the fork ahead of him.
"Squeaky?" he called. His voice echoed around the tunnel.
*eaky… eaky… eaky… eaky…*
A chill ran up and down Stealth's spine. Squeaky made his way to the front of the line.
"T'sup?" asked Squeaky. Stealth looked down at the youngster.
"Give us a light buddy will ya?"
"Wait I don't smo…oh right I get ya. Stand clear," said Squeaky as he lifted the safety from his flamethrower. A small flame appeared at the edge of the flamethrower. Squeaky slowly squeezed the trigger and the flame grew stronger. The path was lit up. Stealth found what he was looking for lying in the mud. He bent over and grabbed a tuft of grey fur. He nodded, thanked Squeaky and continued down the right path.
It went on for hours, a slow march only to be halted a few seconds later. The platoon was restless. CuMiT had the best situation; he had the tank in cruise mode and had loaded his pack in, while he walked easily next to it. Gamer who walked behind CuMiT eyed the unburdened Squirrel jealously. Flatfeet had a small passport sized photo of an extremely attractive Squirrel in his hand. He looked at it, kissed it and sighed.
"Don't worry Cherry baby, I'll be back for dinner," he turned to Percival.
"You know buddy you, me and Gamer are here against our will. How'd they get you in?" he asked Percival.
"They found my, so to speak, skill very useful," was the reply.
"What skill would that be?"
"Profiling, psychoanalysis, the works. I've pretty much figured out everyone in the platoon, except for Viper."
"He's a bit of a weird one. Man of few words."
"Wow genius work that out on your own?"
"Shut up."
After much whining, complaining and little annoying droplets of water Stealth stopped but for much longer than before. The platoon was staring down at their mud logged socks and shoes. WWW, who was incapable of ever wearing shoes, looked especially displeased. Stealth was in panic. A network of tunnels had suddenly opened up in front of him and he had just lost the trail. He was in trouble. He turned back.
"Were lost aren't we?" Cartman sneered as he saw Stealth running to the back of the line.
"Sarge I…" began Stealth. The platoon turned to see why he had stopped. Viper stepped forward and stood next to Stealth. Viper put his finger to his lips and slowly drew his scythe. He signalled to Stealth to come with him and that the others should stay.
*dwip*
They waited.
*dwip*
And waited.
*dwip*
And waited some more.
*dwip*
Pyst and CuMiT were playing "Scissors, paper, rock," to past the time.
*dwip*
After what seemed forever to the platoon Stealth and Viper returned with Sarge walking behind them. He looked distant and his eyes had the glaze of a drunk, rather than the intimidating look of a Sargeant.
"Sarge what do we do?" asked Stealth.
"Hmm? Come again?" was Sarge's answer. Michael rolled his eyes. Stealth asked the question again.
"Okay how about, Ender and Squeaky take that one, WWW and Viper the one next to that, Pyst and CuMiT can take that one that's sort of centred. Flatfeet and Percival you guys go there. Cartman and Stealth with me over that a way…" and he continued to give out orders, but in a nonchalant way, as if he didn't care. When Sarge had finished they turned on their radios and went down their separate paths.
--later on--
"Hold on!"
*Pa-TA-TATA-TATA Pa-TA-TATA-TATA Pa-TA-TATA-TATA*
"Hurry up! Get ov- Ender! DUCK!"
*DAGAGAGAGA*
"Thanks Squeak!"
*Fffff-liT*
"Nice shot! NOW HELP ME OUT WILL YA?!?"
"Its kinda hard to do that when…"
*DIGIGIGIGIGIGIGIGIGIG*
"Tediz are shooting at your ass,"
"And it's hard to hold on to a cliff when you got Tediz firing at you too…"
"Your so funny"
*Fffff-liT*
"3…2…1…"
*KABOOM*
"God bless the man that thought up of the grenade…"
"Buddy, help? Like…NOW!"
"Alright, alright, hold your pants on…"
Ender's last grenade had removed the Tediz patrol they had met in the tunnels. He walked over to Squeaky who was hanging from the side of the cliff that had revealed itself seconds after they ran into the patrol. The Komiz-Tediz underground base was more than met the eye. Ender hauled Squeaky up and soon they both lay panting on the dirt path.
"Ender?"
"Hmmm?"
"That was fun."
"Lets never do it again."
"I agree." They both burst out into fits of laughter, enjoying the relief that comes from cheating death. They got up, dusted themselves off and walked away chuckling.
--else where in the base--
"You're a quiet one aren't you?" asked WWW as he walked over the narrow stone bridge he and Viper had discovered. Viper said nothing.
"I believe that communication is essential in the survival of a species, if the species is to grow, to advance," said WWW. Viper kept his eyes on the back of WWW's head and said nothing.
"Because if you think about it…" started WWW. He turned his head to see Viper behind him. In this movement he lost his footing. He wobbled uncontrollably and then gravity did its work and WWW tilted towards the edge. Viper grabbed him by the wrist and helped him regain balance.
"Thanks buddy," WWW wiped sweat off his forehead.
"Don't call me buddy you freak."
"What?"
"How can you talk of "species" when you are not only an abomination, but you where CREATED! You aren't even supposed to be alive! You are a FREAK!" exploded Viper.
"What did you call me?!" WWW lifted his arm into a striking position. Viper leaned towards the Tediz's face. He could see his face reflected in the black button eyes.
"Freak," he whispered. The reaction was instant.
WWW punched Viper hard in the nose. In retaliation Viper launched himself at WWW. They both rolled off onto the other side of the gap they were crossing. WWW was winded and Viper used this to his advantage. He flipped WWW towards the cliff edge and placed his knees on the Tediz's hands. Viper grabbed his fist and started pummelling WWW's face. Left, right, right, left, right…the blows continued. WWW spat in Viper's face. Viper was stunned. WWW lifted his legs from under Viper and kicked him square in the chest. Viper stood against the wall breathing deeply. WWW stood by the cliff.
*Bbbbb-ZWING*
The sniper bullet nailed WWW in the shoulder before he even heard the sound. He teetered on the cliff. WWW looked at Viper. Viper raised his paw to the blood that trickled out of his mouth. WWW's eyes grew wide. They showed confusion, realisation, fear and then…sadness. He began to fall.
Viper grunted as he grabbed the Tediz for the second time. He pulled him over onto land by the scruff of the neck. Their eyes met. WWW suddenly understood why Viper had saved him. A man who avoids speech cares more for emotion from a person than of their appearance. They nodded and looked towards the two Komiz that were crossing the bridge. Viper sprung up and ran to the bridge. He got out his scythe and spun it over his head. A whirling blur of steel was all that could be seen. He brought it down over his shoulder.
*kKKkRKRrRrRAAcCCCcckKKKKKkK*
The bridge groaned at Vipers attack. Cracks and splits ran up and down it. The Komiz started to run back to safety.
*eeeReEerRRRRRR-KAAAARRRRACK*
The bridge gave way and the Komiz fell helplessly to their doom. Viper went to WWW.
"You have much to learn my friend. But first you must find yourself," muttered Viper. He then fell silent again.
--somewhere else--
"This is not good!" CuMiT said as he grabbed is radio. "All units! All units! Guys! We have a problem. I just snuck past some kind of hanger bay. The Komiz have some big @$$ weapons. They're Mech type robots about 15 or 20 feet tall, armed with enough fire power to splash a couple of armies...and then some. I've lost Pyst back in the caverns. Pyst, where the hell are you?"
*Ffff-sshit*
"Pyst here. I dunno where the hell I am! The platoon's a mess Sarge! Everyone's all split up! We better regroup, if the Komiz find one of our platoon, they are royally screwed!"
"We've already met 'em! They aren't that hard eh Squeaky?"
"Sir, I'm going to go find the Komiz's communications tower and radio HQ for air support. Wish me luck!"
*Ffff-sshit-CLICK*
"Good luck Pyst," said CuMiT.
--Komiz Armoury--
"Say you gave this job to, I don't know, twenty intelligent people. I mean what would that do?" asked the first Komiz.
"Yes, yes, fascinating" replied the second.
"Oh my-how the? It's one of those bloody squirrels!"
"Quick, quick into character!"
"So if I remember right we go left here aaaaan- oh crap."
Chael had just walked into the armoury. The Komiz had grabbed a combat knife and ran towards Chael. He ran into the hallway. The Komiz followed.
*KA-BOOM*
*kabwit-wit-wit-blurrrg*
The Komiz blood dripped off the wall. Chael slid over their remains towards the armoury entrance. A remote lay in his hand. He kissed it. Then he laid eyes on what he had discovered.
"Thanks baby! Hey! What 'ave we got here? Oh ho ha! Hey what with the radio?"
*Ffffsshhit*
"Hello?"
Chael's eyes widened.
(A/N This epoch on the boards was known as the "fecked up" epoch. I've done my best to post up only the stuff necessary. Bear with me here.)
Chapter 6: As weak as we are divided…
*dwip*
The platoon was slowly walking through the tunnel that Heinrich had come out of. A trail of drool along the floor showed the path he had taken. Stealth led the way, pausing occasionally to search for the faint sliver of liquid.
*dwip*
The tunnel was reasonably high but the platoon was forced to walk in pairs due to the lacking width.
*dwip*
"This isn't good," thought Sarge as he walked at the rear, "in a situation like this anyone could just pop out of the shadows and grab you. The others wouldn't hear a thing would they?"
*dwip*
"I mean there had to be a bloody leak too," he thought to himself as drops of water splashed onto his helmet. He bent his head down to flick the water off and saw that his shoe was untied, he bent down to tie it.
*dwip*
Stealth had paused to check the ground again. The water was mixing with the dirt making a small layer of mud. Stealth frowned; he knew that the trial of drool would be harder to follow now. He looked at the fork ahead of him.
"Squeaky?" he called. His voice echoed around the tunnel.
*eaky… eaky… eaky… eaky…*
A chill ran up and down Stealth's spine. Squeaky made his way to the front of the line.
"T'sup?" asked Squeaky. Stealth looked down at the youngster.
"Give us a light buddy will ya?"
"Wait I don't smo…oh right I get ya. Stand clear," said Squeaky as he lifted the safety from his flamethrower. A small flame appeared at the edge of the flamethrower. Squeaky slowly squeezed the trigger and the flame grew stronger. The path was lit up. Stealth found what he was looking for lying in the mud. He bent over and grabbed a tuft of grey fur. He nodded, thanked Squeaky and continued down the right path.
It went on for hours, a slow march only to be halted a few seconds later. The platoon was restless. CuMiT had the best situation; he had the tank in cruise mode and had loaded his pack in, while he walked easily next to it. Gamer who walked behind CuMiT eyed the unburdened Squirrel jealously. Flatfeet had a small passport sized photo of an extremely attractive Squirrel in his hand. He looked at it, kissed it and sighed.
"Don't worry Cherry baby, I'll be back for dinner," he turned to Percival.
"You know buddy you, me and Gamer are here against our will. How'd they get you in?" he asked Percival.
"They found my, so to speak, skill very useful," was the reply.
"What skill would that be?"
"Profiling, psychoanalysis, the works. I've pretty much figured out everyone in the platoon, except for Viper."
"He's a bit of a weird one. Man of few words."
"Wow genius work that out on your own?"
"Shut up."
After much whining, complaining and little annoying droplets of water Stealth stopped but for much longer than before. The platoon was staring down at their mud logged socks and shoes. WWW, who was incapable of ever wearing shoes, looked especially displeased. Stealth was in panic. A network of tunnels had suddenly opened up in front of him and he had just lost the trail. He was in trouble. He turned back.
"Were lost aren't we?" Cartman sneered as he saw Stealth running to the back of the line.
"Sarge I…" began Stealth. The platoon turned to see why he had stopped. Viper stepped forward and stood next to Stealth. Viper put his finger to his lips and slowly drew his scythe. He signalled to Stealth to come with him and that the others should stay.
*dwip*
They waited.
*dwip*
And waited.
*dwip*
And waited some more.
*dwip*
Pyst and CuMiT were playing "Scissors, paper, rock," to past the time.
*dwip*
After what seemed forever to the platoon Stealth and Viper returned with Sarge walking behind them. He looked distant and his eyes had the glaze of a drunk, rather than the intimidating look of a Sargeant.
"Sarge what do we do?" asked Stealth.
"Hmm? Come again?" was Sarge's answer. Michael rolled his eyes. Stealth asked the question again.
"Okay how about, Ender and Squeaky take that one, WWW and Viper the one next to that, Pyst and CuMiT can take that one that's sort of centred. Flatfeet and Percival you guys go there. Cartman and Stealth with me over that a way…" and he continued to give out orders, but in a nonchalant way, as if he didn't care. When Sarge had finished they turned on their radios and went down their separate paths.
--later on--
"Hold on!"
*Pa-TA-TATA-TATA Pa-TA-TATA-TATA Pa-TA-TATA-TATA*
"Hurry up! Get ov- Ender! DUCK!"
*DAGAGAGAGA*
"Thanks Squeak!"
*Fffff-liT*
"Nice shot! NOW HELP ME OUT WILL YA?!?"
"Its kinda hard to do that when…"
*DIGIGIGIGIGIGIGIGIGIG*
"Tediz are shooting at your ass,"
"And it's hard to hold on to a cliff when you got Tediz firing at you too…"
"Your so funny"
*Fffff-liT*
"3…2…1…"
*KABOOM*
"God bless the man that thought up of the grenade…"
"Buddy, help? Like…NOW!"
"Alright, alright, hold your pants on…"
Ender's last grenade had removed the Tediz patrol they had met in the tunnels. He walked over to Squeaky who was hanging from the side of the cliff that had revealed itself seconds after they ran into the patrol. The Komiz-Tediz underground base was more than met the eye. Ender hauled Squeaky up and soon they both lay panting on the dirt path.
"Ender?"
"Hmmm?"
"That was fun."
"Lets never do it again."
"I agree." They both burst out into fits of laughter, enjoying the relief that comes from cheating death. They got up, dusted themselves off and walked away chuckling.
--else where in the base--
"You're a quiet one aren't you?" asked WWW as he walked over the narrow stone bridge he and Viper had discovered. Viper said nothing.
"I believe that communication is essential in the survival of a species, if the species is to grow, to advance," said WWW. Viper kept his eyes on the back of WWW's head and said nothing.
"Because if you think about it…" started WWW. He turned his head to see Viper behind him. In this movement he lost his footing. He wobbled uncontrollably and then gravity did its work and WWW tilted towards the edge. Viper grabbed him by the wrist and helped him regain balance.
"Thanks buddy," WWW wiped sweat off his forehead.
"Don't call me buddy you freak."
"What?"
"How can you talk of "species" when you are not only an abomination, but you where CREATED! You aren't even supposed to be alive! You are a FREAK!" exploded Viper.
"What did you call me?!" WWW lifted his arm into a striking position. Viper leaned towards the Tediz's face. He could see his face reflected in the black button eyes.
"Freak," he whispered. The reaction was instant.
WWW punched Viper hard in the nose. In retaliation Viper launched himself at WWW. They both rolled off onto the other side of the gap they were crossing. WWW was winded and Viper used this to his advantage. He flipped WWW towards the cliff edge and placed his knees on the Tediz's hands. Viper grabbed his fist and started pummelling WWW's face. Left, right, right, left, right…the blows continued. WWW spat in Viper's face. Viper was stunned. WWW lifted his legs from under Viper and kicked him square in the chest. Viper stood against the wall breathing deeply. WWW stood by the cliff.
*Bbbbb-ZWING*
The sniper bullet nailed WWW in the shoulder before he even heard the sound. He teetered on the cliff. WWW looked at Viper. Viper raised his paw to the blood that trickled out of his mouth. WWW's eyes grew wide. They showed confusion, realisation, fear and then…sadness. He began to fall.
Viper grunted as he grabbed the Tediz for the second time. He pulled him over onto land by the scruff of the neck. Their eyes met. WWW suddenly understood why Viper had saved him. A man who avoids speech cares more for emotion from a person than of their appearance. They nodded and looked towards the two Komiz that were crossing the bridge. Viper sprung up and ran to the bridge. He got out his scythe and spun it over his head. A whirling blur of steel was all that could be seen. He brought it down over his shoulder.
*kKKkRKRrRrRAAcCCCcckKKKKKkK*
The bridge groaned at Vipers attack. Cracks and splits ran up and down it. The Komiz started to run back to safety.
*eeeReEerRRRRRR-KAAAARRRRACK*
The bridge gave way and the Komiz fell helplessly to their doom. Viper went to WWW.
"You have much to learn my friend. But first you must find yourself," muttered Viper. He then fell silent again.
--somewhere else--
"This is not good!" CuMiT said as he grabbed is radio. "All units! All units! Guys! We have a problem. I just snuck past some kind of hanger bay. The Komiz have some big @$$ weapons. They're Mech type robots about 15 or 20 feet tall, armed with enough fire power to splash a couple of armies...and then some. I've lost Pyst back in the caverns. Pyst, where the hell are you?"
*Ffff-sshit*
"Pyst here. I dunno where the hell I am! The platoon's a mess Sarge! Everyone's all split up! We better regroup, if the Komiz find one of our platoon, they are royally screwed!"
"We've already met 'em! They aren't that hard eh Squeaky?"
"Sir, I'm going to go find the Komiz's communications tower and radio HQ for air support. Wish me luck!"
*Ffff-sshit-CLICK*
"Good luck Pyst," said CuMiT.
--Komiz Armoury--
"Say you gave this job to, I don't know, twenty intelligent people. I mean what would that do?" asked the first Komiz.
"Yes, yes, fascinating" replied the second.
"Oh my-how the? It's one of those bloody squirrels!"
"Quick, quick into character!"
"So if I remember right we go left here aaaaan- oh crap."
Chael had just walked into the armoury. The Komiz had grabbed a combat knife and ran towards Chael. He ran into the hallway. The Komiz followed.
*KA-BOOM*
*kabwit-wit-wit-blurrrg*
The Komiz blood dripped off the wall. Chael slid over their remains towards the armoury entrance. A remote lay in his hand. He kissed it. Then he laid eyes on what he had discovered.
"Thanks baby! Hey! What 'ave we got here? Oh ho ha! Hey what with the radio?"
*Ffffsshhit*
"Hello?"
Chael's eyes widened.