The 99th Platoon
(A/N This is it! The last chapter I need to write. After this it is all over. The 99th Platoon tells their tale and goes home. Rejoice! And R&R! Yes its short but for finally finishing this…I ain't picky!)
Chapter 8: As strong as we are united…
WWW and Viper were the first ones to reach the armoury. They packed explosives, grabbed fresh ammo clips and positioned themselves around the armoury door. They killed the occasional wandering Komiz. Their radios sprung to life.
*Fffsi-CLICK*
"Guys! This is Pyst. HQ is sending a transport to pick us up it'll be here in 15 minutes.... What the fu-"
*BAM*
*RATATATATATATATAT*
"Son of a-"
*RATATATATATATATAT*
*BOOM*
"Its the Mechs! They're blasting the Comm tower! Damnit! The radio frequency of the bomber is sixty f-"
*Fsssssssshshhhhhhhh*
--POW cell--
Oreos held on to Sarge.
"WHAT ARE THEY GONNA DO TO US SARGE? WHAT ARE THEY GONNA DO?" he whined.
"Oh boy, here we go..."said Conker.
"Pull yourself together man! I trust our squad, they'll rescue us, I'm positive of it..." said Sarge.
"I hope they get to us, in time...we'll go insane, or starve from hunger..."
"Listen, we can beat these damn Tediz, we just gotta outsmart them."
"How do you plan on doing that? They got me and you and YOU Sarge! Wait a sec...HOW DO WE KNOW THIS IS THE REAL OREOS?!" yelled Conker.
"Get HIM!" commanded Sarge. Conker tackled Oreos to the floor.
"HEEEEEEELP!!!"
--Back at the armoury--
Most of the platoon had re-assembled. Pyst ran in bruised and bloodied. His bazooka was smoking and his crushed radio was in his paw.
"I got 'em! The Mechs tried to get me but they couldn't touch this crazy baby! Hey CuMiT! Where ya been man you missed all the fun!" crowed Pyst. CuMiT ran up to him. They bashed heads like regular army buddies.
Stealth drew his sword.
"Lets get going shall we?" he ran out of the armoury.
"Lets blow this place!" yelled Gamer.
"No problem," said Chael. As the others ran down the hallway towards the flight of stairs Chael turned. He held out his remote.
"I love my job."
*Beep*
*BBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM*
"You are on crazy son of a bitch Chael," laughed CuMiT.
"Don't ever change," chortled Pyst.
They ran up a flight of steps.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
"You guys go up ahead…I need a breather…too many weapons on me…" panted Cartman. Percival stood back as the others ran on ahead. Cartman threw away the twin uzis.
The three D5K Deutch.
The Phantom.
The bazzoka.
The nine grenade clips.
The scoped magnum.
The M35 heavy artillery shotgun.
A set of throwing knives.
Two hunting knives.
"Anything else?" smirked Percival.
"Yeah but I'll be okay now," replied Cartman as he waddled under the weight of the remaining weapons he was carrying. "I'll be there in a second!" he waddled.
"Hurry up fat boy!" yelled Flatfeet. Cartman disposed of all the weapons except for his own twin uzis.
"I'm coming already…shorty,"
"Ooooo below the belt"
They found little resistance to the POW cells.
"Nice job back there Chael. Kept 'em busy alright," Commented WWW.
"Thanks…now all we gotta do is wait for…" started Chael.
*BAdadadadadadadadadadadada*
"NO SHIGINI GAGAGAGAAA!!!" cackled the Komiz with the machine gun.
*BADABABABABAB vvvvvvvvzzzzzzshBOOOOOOOMMM KABLAM KABLAM SHWING KAKASHWING sssSLASH whooowhoowhoooTING frrrrrLIT*
"Ooooo…owies," mutered the Komiz as he fell to the ground hacked, shot, sliced and diced. CuMiT ran him over a few times with his, nearly destroyed, tank treads.
"Just making sure,"
Squeaky set the corpse on fire.
"What he said."
"Shhh shh! Shutup! The radios working!" said Stealth. The platoon walked close to Stealth.
*crrrACKLE ffFFFFsshit*
(A/N This is it! The last chapter I need to write. After this it is all over. The 99th Platoon tells their tale and goes home. Rejoice! And R&R! Yes its short but for finally finishing this…I ain't picky!)
Chapter 8: As strong as we are united…
WWW and Viper were the first ones to reach the armoury. They packed explosives, grabbed fresh ammo clips and positioned themselves around the armoury door. They killed the occasional wandering Komiz. Their radios sprung to life.
*Fffsi-CLICK*
"Guys! This is Pyst. HQ is sending a transport to pick us up it'll be here in 15 minutes.... What the fu-"
*BAM*
*RATATATATATATATAT*
"Son of a-"
*RATATATATATATATAT*
*BOOM*
"Its the Mechs! They're blasting the Comm tower! Damnit! The radio frequency of the bomber is sixty f-"
*Fsssssssshshhhhhhhh*
--POW cell--
Oreos held on to Sarge.
"WHAT ARE THEY GONNA DO TO US SARGE? WHAT ARE THEY GONNA DO?" he whined.
"Oh boy, here we go..."said Conker.
"Pull yourself together man! I trust our squad, they'll rescue us, I'm positive of it..." said Sarge.
"I hope they get to us, in time...we'll go insane, or starve from hunger..."
"Listen, we can beat these damn Tediz, we just gotta outsmart them."
"How do you plan on doing that? They got me and you and YOU Sarge! Wait a sec...HOW DO WE KNOW THIS IS THE REAL OREOS?!" yelled Conker.
"Get HIM!" commanded Sarge. Conker tackled Oreos to the floor.
"HEEEEEEELP!!!"
--Back at the armoury--
Most of the platoon had re-assembled. Pyst ran in bruised and bloodied. His bazooka was smoking and his crushed radio was in his paw.
"I got 'em! The Mechs tried to get me but they couldn't touch this crazy baby! Hey CuMiT! Where ya been man you missed all the fun!" crowed Pyst. CuMiT ran up to him. They bashed heads like regular army buddies.
Stealth drew his sword.
"Lets get going shall we?" he ran out of the armoury.
"Lets blow this place!" yelled Gamer.
"No problem," said Chael. As the others ran down the hallway towards the flight of stairs Chael turned. He held out his remote.
"I love my job."
*Beep*
*BBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM*
"You are on crazy son of a bitch Chael," laughed CuMiT.
"Don't ever change," chortled Pyst.
They ran up a flight of steps.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
"You guys go up ahead…I need a breather…too many weapons on me…" panted Cartman. Percival stood back as the others ran on ahead. Cartman threw away the twin uzis.
The three D5K Deutch.
The Phantom.
The bazzoka.
The nine grenade clips.
The scoped magnum.
The M35 heavy artillery shotgun.
A set of throwing knives.
Two hunting knives.
"Anything else?" smirked Percival.
"Yeah but I'll be okay now," replied Cartman as he waddled under the weight of the remaining weapons he was carrying. "I'll be there in a second!" he waddled.
"Hurry up fat boy!" yelled Flatfeet. Cartman disposed of all the weapons except for his own twin uzis.
"I'm coming already…shorty,"
"Ooooo below the belt"
They found little resistance to the POW cells.
"Nice job back there Chael. Kept 'em busy alright," Commented WWW.
"Thanks…now all we gotta do is wait for…" started Chael.
*BAdadadadadadadadadadadada*
"NO SHIGINI GAGAGAGAAA!!!" cackled the Komiz with the machine gun.
*BADABABABABAB vvvvvvvvzzzzzzshBOOOOOOOMMM KABLAM KABLAM SHWING KAKASHWING sssSLASH whooowhoowhoooTING frrrrrLIT*
"Ooooo…owies," mutered the Komiz as he fell to the ground hacked, shot, sliced and diced. CuMiT ran him over a few times with his, nearly destroyed, tank treads.
"Just making sure,"
Squeaky set the corpse on fire.
"What he said."
"Shhh shh! Shutup! The radios working!" said Stealth. The platoon walked close to Stealth.
*crrrACKLE ffFFFFsshit*