The 99th Platoon
(A/N Okay so this chapters a bit corny (and with a "To Kill A Mockingbird" quote in it. If you find it I'll give you some candy…) but still I mean there's a lot of prejudice in this world so I guess it would affect this fictional one too. Wouldn't it? Oh and if any of the 99ners are wondering were this came from, I'll tell you now I wrote it on my own now. The title comes into play in the second part when WWW meets…the one and only…This chapters short but IMHO kinda touching. But in the end everyone's a critic, so lets hear the reviews)
Chapter 11: The one and only
It's dark outside. Through the night air the only sound is the sound of rapid and heavy breathing. WWW has lost all sense of time as he ran through the underbrush outside the base. Regardless of Oreos dangling completely limp in his arms, the rough terrain and his weak Tediz arms WWW pushed on into the evening. He ran, and he ran, and he ran. Branches whipped at his exposed neck and brambles and roots were tearing at the fragile sewing along his arms and legs but still he ran. Not even when his arms were screaming in pain and blood was gushing out of his feet did Private Warclat stop running. He could feel his primal Tediz instincts, the ones he had denied all his life, swelling inside of him.
Anger.
Rage.
Hatred.
The burning desire to kill, to kill anything. He stopped running and dropped Oreos onto the floor. He opened his mouth to say, "No use to kill him, he's already dead," but instead he said, "No nichacha slish slash deda, Oreiheci shay bang bang hyeeeh,"
He bolted upright. He hadn't spoke Tediz ever since he swapped sides and joined the Squirrels. He slapped himself.
"Snap out of it!" he roared. He grabbed Oreos and ran, he ran as though trying to escape the Tediz part of him and touch…touch what? There was no other part in him but Tediz.
"I am a machine…nothing more…nutchi no ga…ego lip yame," he fell to his knees and did what no Tediz has ever done before. Private "WWW" Warclat cried.
In the entire history of the Tediz they were nothing more than soul-less, mindless and crude beings. They were indeed killing machines with no purpose of existence other than to kill, to murder, to slaughter. He lay there crying and wondering how a being made of fluff, a substitute for blood, button eyes and sewing could do such a thing as cry, such a thing as think, such a thing as feel.
"You know…what you're doing right now just proves 'em wrong," mumbled…
"Oreos?" asked WWW. Oreos tried to sit up but managed only to turn his head to look a WWW.
"You're the computer genius, you should see it first," he whispered.
"See what?"
"H…how can I say this? Um…look WWW, you're…you're not something the ordinary. To put it in your terms, buddy, you're an anomaly, a glitch in this…what you called yourself…in this mechanical programming. All Squirrels think that ALL Tediz are evil, that ALL Tediz lie, that Tediz are ALL soulless machines. With those tears…you've proven an entire nation, Tediz and Squirrels, wrong. WWW, you are one of a kind. You are nor Tediz; nor Squirrel you are…you are…you are Private Warclat of the 99th Platoon, fellow patriot, soldier and friend. Now, can you please get me…some help," whispered Oreos, the occasional cough interrupting his speech.
WWW rubbed his button eyes, sniffed a few times and picked up Oreos again.
"Alright buddy lets go," and he walked this time listening to the reassuring soft breathing of the semiconscious Squirrel.
It was not long after, that WWW had gotten Oreos to the beach where he found HQ's medics and choppers waiting for them. He grabbed himself an AK47, stitched up his feet and ran back to the Komiz base.
He was soon standing alone in the basement once again trying to clear his head.
"So, WWW the 99ner, what now? All I know is that I wanna get off of this fucking island and nuke the bastards," he said to no one.
"I couldn't have said it better myself Private..." whispered a husky and deep voice. WWW turned around. Sarge limped in to stand besides WWW.
"It seems they froze my DNA and are able to make more clones. Hopefully when this place blows it'll get destroyed. I re-armed the explosives after the tediz disarmed them. We got...T-minus 3 minutes," reported Sarge
"Shit! Only that long?"
"Yeah. Look we gotta..." A sudden sound put Sarge and WWW on full alert. Around the corner a shadow could be seen approaching the basement it turned the corner to reveal a burned out figure unrecognisable except for the unmistakeable crazed eyes, the wide grin and of course the height.
"Private?" asked Sarge.
"Hey it's Squeaky!" said WWW as he ran to help Squeaky up.
"Private Squeaky reporting sir..." groaned Squeaky. Sarge opened his last med kit and used up the last of his medical supplies. Squeaky rested for a few minutes and found that he felt no more pain. The only obvious damage was to Squeaky's fur, which was now a deep black. Squeaky stood up and shook himself, sending ash and burnt fur everywhere. He was now an ashen grey.
"Ehh…It'll grow back. I mean I am the flamethrower expert right? Flame's like, yunno, piece 'a' cake? Do we have a plan sir?"
"Look we are out of TIME. We need to leave and we need to leave now," Sarge spoke quickly and urgently.
"HQ's outside," said WWW.
"We'd never get the platoon there in time. But I got us a back up ride and I need your help to get it working," Sarge walked into the tunnel he came from and pushed the mech warrior into the basement. "WWW can you hack that mech's security?" But WWW was already at the controls typing away. In fifteen seconds he was done. The mech warrior activated and towered over the soldiers. The mech was more than large enough to fit the entire platoon and easily kick Komiz rear. Squeaky and WWW grinned.
"I got dibs on the weapons system" stated Sarge. The grins faded a little. "But I need a tail gunner and a runner"
"I shoot," said WWW.
"I run," said Squeaky.
"And now we got about two minutes till the big boom so...LETS GOGOGOGOGOGOGO!" barked Sarge.
They all scrambled into the mech as Squeaky flipped a few switches and the mech sped backwards into a wall.
";_; Heh heh heh...This babys gotta kick to it..." he tried again and the engines roared into life, in the right direction this time.
(A/N Okay so this chapters a bit corny (and with a "To Kill A Mockingbird" quote in it. If you find it I'll give you some candy…) but still I mean there's a lot of prejudice in this world so I guess it would affect this fictional one too. Wouldn't it? Oh and if any of the 99ners are wondering were this came from, I'll tell you now I wrote it on my own now. The title comes into play in the second part when WWW meets…the one and only…This chapters short but IMHO kinda touching. But in the end everyone's a critic, so lets hear the reviews)
Chapter 11: The one and only
It's dark outside. Through the night air the only sound is the sound of rapid and heavy breathing. WWW has lost all sense of time as he ran through the underbrush outside the base. Regardless of Oreos dangling completely limp in his arms, the rough terrain and his weak Tediz arms WWW pushed on into the evening. He ran, and he ran, and he ran. Branches whipped at his exposed neck and brambles and roots were tearing at the fragile sewing along his arms and legs but still he ran. Not even when his arms were screaming in pain and blood was gushing out of his feet did Private Warclat stop running. He could feel his primal Tediz instincts, the ones he had denied all his life, swelling inside of him.
Anger.
Rage.
Hatred.
The burning desire to kill, to kill anything. He stopped running and dropped Oreos onto the floor. He opened his mouth to say, "No use to kill him, he's already dead," but instead he said, "No nichacha slish slash deda, Oreiheci shay bang bang hyeeeh,"
He bolted upright. He hadn't spoke Tediz ever since he swapped sides and joined the Squirrels. He slapped himself.
"Snap out of it!" he roared. He grabbed Oreos and ran, he ran as though trying to escape the Tediz part of him and touch…touch what? There was no other part in him but Tediz.
"I am a machine…nothing more…nutchi no ga…ego lip yame," he fell to his knees and did what no Tediz has ever done before. Private "WWW" Warclat cried.
In the entire history of the Tediz they were nothing more than soul-less, mindless and crude beings. They were indeed killing machines with no purpose of existence other than to kill, to murder, to slaughter. He lay there crying and wondering how a being made of fluff, a substitute for blood, button eyes and sewing could do such a thing as cry, such a thing as think, such a thing as feel.
"You know…what you're doing right now just proves 'em wrong," mumbled…
"Oreos?" asked WWW. Oreos tried to sit up but managed only to turn his head to look a WWW.
"You're the computer genius, you should see it first," he whispered.
"See what?"
"H…how can I say this? Um…look WWW, you're…you're not something the ordinary. To put it in your terms, buddy, you're an anomaly, a glitch in this…what you called yourself…in this mechanical programming. All Squirrels think that ALL Tediz are evil, that ALL Tediz lie, that Tediz are ALL soulless machines. With those tears…you've proven an entire nation, Tediz and Squirrels, wrong. WWW, you are one of a kind. You are nor Tediz; nor Squirrel you are…you are…you are Private Warclat of the 99th Platoon, fellow patriot, soldier and friend. Now, can you please get me…some help," whispered Oreos, the occasional cough interrupting his speech.
WWW rubbed his button eyes, sniffed a few times and picked up Oreos again.
"Alright buddy lets go," and he walked this time listening to the reassuring soft breathing of the semiconscious Squirrel.
It was not long after, that WWW had gotten Oreos to the beach where he found HQ's medics and choppers waiting for them. He grabbed himself an AK47, stitched up his feet and ran back to the Komiz base.
He was soon standing alone in the basement once again trying to clear his head.
"So, WWW the 99ner, what now? All I know is that I wanna get off of this fucking island and nuke the bastards," he said to no one.
"I couldn't have said it better myself Private..." whispered a husky and deep voice. WWW turned around. Sarge limped in to stand besides WWW.
"It seems they froze my DNA and are able to make more clones. Hopefully when this place blows it'll get destroyed. I re-armed the explosives after the tediz disarmed them. We got...T-minus 3 minutes," reported Sarge
"Shit! Only that long?"
"Yeah. Look we gotta..." A sudden sound put Sarge and WWW on full alert. Around the corner a shadow could be seen approaching the basement it turned the corner to reveal a burned out figure unrecognisable except for the unmistakeable crazed eyes, the wide grin and of course the height.
"Private?" asked Sarge.
"Hey it's Squeaky!" said WWW as he ran to help Squeaky up.
"Private Squeaky reporting sir..." groaned Squeaky. Sarge opened his last med kit and used up the last of his medical supplies. Squeaky rested for a few minutes and found that he felt no more pain. The only obvious damage was to Squeaky's fur, which was now a deep black. Squeaky stood up and shook himself, sending ash and burnt fur everywhere. He was now an ashen grey.
"Ehh…It'll grow back. I mean I am the flamethrower expert right? Flame's like, yunno, piece 'a' cake? Do we have a plan sir?"
"Look we are out of TIME. We need to leave and we need to leave now," Sarge spoke quickly and urgently.
"HQ's outside," said WWW.
"We'd never get the platoon there in time. But I got us a back up ride and I need your help to get it working," Sarge walked into the tunnel he came from and pushed the mech warrior into the basement. "WWW can you hack that mech's security?" But WWW was already at the controls typing away. In fifteen seconds he was done. The mech warrior activated and towered over the soldiers. The mech was more than large enough to fit the entire platoon and easily kick Komiz rear. Squeaky and WWW grinned.
"I got dibs on the weapons system" stated Sarge. The grins faded a little. "But I need a tail gunner and a runner"
"I shoot," said WWW.
"I run," said Squeaky.
"And now we got about two minutes till the big boom so...LETS GOGOGOGOGOGOGO!" barked Sarge.
They all scrambled into the mech as Squeaky flipped a few switches and the mech sped backwards into a wall.
";_; Heh heh heh...This babys gotta kick to it..." he tried again and the engines roared into life, in the right direction this time.