Behind Enemy Lines
a story by Chris Dark
Disclamer: Yes, this is going to be kinda like the move, "Behind Enemy Lines", but when I saw it a few hundred times, I said to myself "Hey, I could make a better story, an action/adventure/drama! And I could add my own elements, and switch this movie's plot into a FANFIC!!!! BRILLIANT!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!"(yes, I did do that long laugh) so, here it goes!!!!
Aya Brea and all other PE, FF, and FF-related things are copyright SQUARESOFT
all RE material is copyright CAPCOM
It was a normal day, but as usual, things went wrong, FAST. It seemed that the GOLEMs that escaped had taken residence in a small country, killing off the occupants of it, and turning the survivors into ANMCs. This country called for help before it was finally beaten, and the US took the call. MIST was sent in with the military for the GOLEMs. The MIST agents would join pilots in choppers, and take reconnisance. This is where our story begins...
Day: Monday Time: 0600 hours Location: Southern Kwazini
"Are you ready? Got the camera online?"
"Yeah, it should work easily. just fly me close enough to get the shots!"
"Will do."
the Huey rose into the air off the carrier, and flew towards the shoreline. After the 20 mins. of listening to the waves move below, and the chopper's engine, Agent Aya Brea was starting to doze off, when the pilot said, "Okay, we're above the forest. Go ahead." She got up, walked to the camera, and turned it on IR mode. she snapped a few pics, when something caught her eye. It seemed like a big pole, but when she turned the camera to normal, she saw something that took the breath out of her. It was a GOLEM camp, with humans in it, and a huge missile! something moved below, shouting was heard, and somthing caught the eye of the pilot. It was a rocket, comming right at them. And they were in the slow moving chopper, packed with so much equipment, that the Huey's engine stalled for a seccond every now and then. The missile came right at the tail, and an explosion was heard.
"USS Bravo, USS Bravo! Come in! We've been hit, and are going down!!!!"
Day: Monday Time: 0623 hours Location: USS Bravo
"Sir? It seems Goose 12 has been hit by a SAM or something. We lost them on radar."
The radar engineer got out from under the small console.
"Sir, nothing's wrong with the radar, seems they've been shot down."
The commander of the carrier, an older man, slammed his fist down onto the hand rail right next to him.
"Damn..."
Day: Monday Time: 0626 hours Location: Great Kwazini Forest
No. 15 turned off the SAM site, grinning underneith his mask as he saw the small helicopter jerk furiously, trying to stay in the air, and finally fall. He looked over at one of the human "terrorists", or what the humans call someone that they think is evil. To him though, they were there for the better good of mankind.
"Get the search team, we're going to pluck the bird we shot."
Day: Monday Time: 0628 hours Location: small plain in the middle of the GKF
Aya woke up, feeling the intense heat she felt during the Shelter Incident. She knew something was comming, and finally got herself up. She was light headed, but okay. The cell phone still with her was in working order, but the trees around caused interferance. She ran to the remains of the chopper, and looked into the cockpit. Inside was the pilot, uncounsious, bleeding from the forhead, but still alive. Aya tried to get him out of the seat, but the seat belt was jammed, and she had nothing to cut it with. She grabbed as many items as she could carry, and ra towards the large hill by them. As she was getting up it, the search team of humans and GOLEMs had arrived, and looked inside the chopper. They found the pilot, just as he came to. No. 15 grabed the Pilot's head, and pulled him striaght out of the seat, the belt snapping.
"Was there anyone else?"
the pilot looked at the GOLEM's mask, paralysed with fear. The GOLEM repeated his question.
"Was there anyone else?"
The pilot answered this time.
"N-N-No, I was the only one here."
the pilot took a quick glance, seeing that neither the FBI agent or the camera was there. No. 15 look to his allies, then back at the pilot.
"Why are you here?"
"I-I-I was here for recon photos."
"seems the camera on your chopper detatched while you were crashing."
The pilot let out a silent sigh of relief. The Huey had a camera on it, that could detatch and float harmlessly to the ground at the simple touch of a button. The GOLEM looked at his allies, and nodded. The GOLEMs and terrorists headed back towards the base, Aya watching the scene with a pair of binoculars. The GOLEM's muscles in his arm suddenly tightened, and a sick crush was heard, as the pilot went limp, his eyes glazing over, blood pouring out of his mouth. The GOLEM, not fully satisfied with just mearly crushing the pilot's skull, threw the body into the air, and cleaved it in half. Aya let out a short gasp, and that betrayed her. The GOLEM turned around, and, turning on his IR goggles, saw her. He yelled for his allies.
"THERE'S ANOTHER ONE!!!! SHOOT HER!!!!!"
gunfire suddenly hit the hill, and Aya ran, boosted by the sudden burst of adrenaline. Able to dodge the bullets flying everywhere, Aya finally made it up the hill, and saw two bishop GOLEMs comming at her. SHe leaped, and in mid-air, turned her body to face them, and used combustion on them. They were knocked back, and rolled down the hill, leaving a trail of fire. Aya pulle dout her cell phone, and dialed the number to the carrier.
Day: Monday Time: 0700 hours Location: USS Bravo
"Sir, we got a call."
"Tell them to call later."
"Sir, you have to answer this."
"Fine fine..."
The commander walked into his quarters, and picked up the phone. static was heard, every now and then.
"Hello?"
"S. O. S.! This *static* Agent Brea, I'm trapped in the Great *static* Forest, my pilot's been killed, and I took out *static* GOLEMs. I'm stranded at a hill, over!"
"Agent Brea, You need to go on to the pickup point. It should be on your GPS. Get there, and we'll send a team after you. Over."
"Roger that, over and out."
The commander held down the switch on his phone, and dialed a number in. A heavily french accented voice was heard.
"This is commander Lefigen. What's the situation?"
"Yes, commander. We have an FBI agent out on the field. She's heading towards the pickup point. Permission to pick her up, sir."
"Negative. That could threatent he already unstable peace with the neighboring country."
"But sir-"
"No buts about it. Continue with the normal procedures, over and out."
the line cut off, as the commander sighed, and sat in his chair, leaning on the table. He massaged his temples.
"This won't end well..."
So, how was it? good for the third, fourth, or fith time I've used story format? send me hatemail, compliments, or anythign by IMing me( ChrisDark008) or e-mailing me ( cnichols80@hotmail.com) plus remember to review this! I'll make the seccond chapter sooner or later, like it or not!*sticks out tounge*
a story by Chris Dark
Disclamer: Yes, this is going to be kinda like the move, "Behind Enemy Lines", but when I saw it a few hundred times, I said to myself "Hey, I could make a better story, an action/adventure/drama! And I could add my own elements, and switch this movie's plot into a FANFIC!!!! BRILLIANT!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!"(yes, I did do that long laugh) so, here it goes!!!!
Aya Brea and all other PE, FF, and FF-related things are copyright SQUARESOFT
all RE material is copyright CAPCOM
It was a normal day, but as usual, things went wrong, FAST. It seemed that the GOLEMs that escaped had taken residence in a small country, killing off the occupants of it, and turning the survivors into ANMCs. This country called for help before it was finally beaten, and the US took the call. MIST was sent in with the military for the GOLEMs. The MIST agents would join pilots in choppers, and take reconnisance. This is where our story begins...
Day: Monday Time: 0600 hours Location: Southern Kwazini
"Are you ready? Got the camera online?"
"Yeah, it should work easily. just fly me close enough to get the shots!"
"Will do."
the Huey rose into the air off the carrier, and flew towards the shoreline. After the 20 mins. of listening to the waves move below, and the chopper's engine, Agent Aya Brea was starting to doze off, when the pilot said, "Okay, we're above the forest. Go ahead." She got up, walked to the camera, and turned it on IR mode. she snapped a few pics, when something caught her eye. It seemed like a big pole, but when she turned the camera to normal, she saw something that took the breath out of her. It was a GOLEM camp, with humans in it, and a huge missile! something moved below, shouting was heard, and somthing caught the eye of the pilot. It was a rocket, comming right at them. And they were in the slow moving chopper, packed with so much equipment, that the Huey's engine stalled for a seccond every now and then. The missile came right at the tail, and an explosion was heard.
"USS Bravo, USS Bravo! Come in! We've been hit, and are going down!!!!"
Day: Monday Time: 0623 hours Location: USS Bravo
"Sir? It seems Goose 12 has been hit by a SAM or something. We lost them on radar."
The radar engineer got out from under the small console.
"Sir, nothing's wrong with the radar, seems they've been shot down."
The commander of the carrier, an older man, slammed his fist down onto the hand rail right next to him.
"Damn..."
Day: Monday Time: 0626 hours Location: Great Kwazini Forest
No. 15 turned off the SAM site, grinning underneith his mask as he saw the small helicopter jerk furiously, trying to stay in the air, and finally fall. He looked over at one of the human "terrorists", or what the humans call someone that they think is evil. To him though, they were there for the better good of mankind.
"Get the search team, we're going to pluck the bird we shot."
Day: Monday Time: 0628 hours Location: small plain in the middle of the GKF
Aya woke up, feeling the intense heat she felt during the Shelter Incident. She knew something was comming, and finally got herself up. She was light headed, but okay. The cell phone still with her was in working order, but the trees around caused interferance. She ran to the remains of the chopper, and looked into the cockpit. Inside was the pilot, uncounsious, bleeding from the forhead, but still alive. Aya tried to get him out of the seat, but the seat belt was jammed, and she had nothing to cut it with. She grabbed as many items as she could carry, and ra towards the large hill by them. As she was getting up it, the search team of humans and GOLEMs had arrived, and looked inside the chopper. They found the pilot, just as he came to. No. 15 grabed the Pilot's head, and pulled him striaght out of the seat, the belt snapping.
"Was there anyone else?"
the pilot looked at the GOLEM's mask, paralysed with fear. The GOLEM repeated his question.
"Was there anyone else?"
The pilot answered this time.
"N-N-No, I was the only one here."
the pilot took a quick glance, seeing that neither the FBI agent or the camera was there. No. 15 look to his allies, then back at the pilot.
"Why are you here?"
"I-I-I was here for recon photos."
"seems the camera on your chopper detatched while you were crashing."
The pilot let out a silent sigh of relief. The Huey had a camera on it, that could detatch and float harmlessly to the ground at the simple touch of a button. The GOLEM looked at his allies, and nodded. The GOLEMs and terrorists headed back towards the base, Aya watching the scene with a pair of binoculars. The GOLEM's muscles in his arm suddenly tightened, and a sick crush was heard, as the pilot went limp, his eyes glazing over, blood pouring out of his mouth. The GOLEM, not fully satisfied with just mearly crushing the pilot's skull, threw the body into the air, and cleaved it in half. Aya let out a short gasp, and that betrayed her. The GOLEM turned around, and, turning on his IR goggles, saw her. He yelled for his allies.
"THERE'S ANOTHER ONE!!!! SHOOT HER!!!!!"
gunfire suddenly hit the hill, and Aya ran, boosted by the sudden burst of adrenaline. Able to dodge the bullets flying everywhere, Aya finally made it up the hill, and saw two bishop GOLEMs comming at her. SHe leaped, and in mid-air, turned her body to face them, and used combustion on them. They were knocked back, and rolled down the hill, leaving a trail of fire. Aya pulle dout her cell phone, and dialed the number to the carrier.
Day: Monday Time: 0700 hours Location: USS Bravo
"Sir, we got a call."
"Tell them to call later."
"Sir, you have to answer this."
"Fine fine..."
The commander walked into his quarters, and picked up the phone. static was heard, every now and then.
"Hello?"
"S. O. S.! This *static* Agent Brea, I'm trapped in the Great *static* Forest, my pilot's been killed, and I took out *static* GOLEMs. I'm stranded at a hill, over!"
"Agent Brea, You need to go on to the pickup point. It should be on your GPS. Get there, and we'll send a team after you. Over."
"Roger that, over and out."
The commander held down the switch on his phone, and dialed a number in. A heavily french accented voice was heard.
"This is commander Lefigen. What's the situation?"
"Yes, commander. We have an FBI agent out on the field. She's heading towards the pickup point. Permission to pick her up, sir."
"Negative. That could threatent he already unstable peace with the neighboring country."
"But sir-"
"No buts about it. Continue with the normal procedures, over and out."
the line cut off, as the commander sighed, and sat in his chair, leaning on the table. He massaged his temples.
"This won't end well..."
So, how was it? good for the third, fourth, or fith time I've used story format? send me hatemail, compliments, or anythign by IMing me( ChrisDark008) or e-mailing me ( cnichols80@hotmail.com) plus remember to review this! I'll make the seccond chapter sooner or later, like it or not!*sticks out tounge*