Title: Monster Squad
Author: Pike
Email: tomatosauce6808@hotmail.com
Rating: pg13
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy The Vampire Slayer her friends or any of the characters that we know and love. For that reason I am using Riley Finn and his commandos for my own devices. I thank Joss for creating the character and situations and for getting rid of him in such a manor that I can bas a story about him.
Coupling: None
Spoilers: Well if you haven't seen Buffy season four through six or Angel season two and three then you will be getting some new info. But if you haven't seen the shows in that long then you probably wouldn't be reading this so never mind.
Summery:Riley and his commandos take down demons on a fictional Island in the Atlantic Ocean.
Feedback: Yes please but if it is criticism then be gentle. My ego is fragile.
Distribution: Sure why not but let me know. It will most likely be available at www.thebuffysite.com
"Monster Squad"
Chapter Two: "Some Thing To Groo On."
Setting: Isla DiGario
They needed something to go on. It had been two days since they had set down on Isla DiGario and they still hadn't made a move to hit any of the villages. Not the villages but rather those who had conquered them and were holding their original inhabitants hostage. Different tribes of demons had invaded the island all at once and each had picked a village to lord over.
"Sitting here isn't getting the job done sir. All sitting here is doing is letting the demons keep control of the villages."
"I know that Graham, you don't think I want to move in and help these villagers take back what belongs to them. But we need something to go on. We can't attack these villages as we come to them. We need to be smart about this."
"What about sending Oz and his team to survey the different villages and then we use the footage to make a decision?"
"No good Sam, Oz and his men aren't soldiers they are technicians. Sending them out by them selves would be suicide and if we send soldiers with them then we might as well all go in."
"No offence taken by the way."
Everyone turned to look at Oz. He was sitting at the end of the table.
"Incase you were wondering, that is."
"Oz I know you can handle your self in a fight. I just don't want to risk loosing all of my tech support because I wanted to make a battle plan."
Sam leaned forward.
"What about the video footage we got from the helicopter as it flew out of here, didn't it give us any useful information?"
"Sure, we know there are thirteen different villages, all located on the perimeter of the island with us directly in the center."
"And why can't we take each village as we come to it, all in one big sweep."
"You want us to take thirteen villages in one sweep, even if we could do it in twenty-four hours it would exhaust our troops. (Not to mention it would drastically reduce the number of chapters) We need to know what were up against, and we need to know if our attack on any certain village will result in the destruction of any if not all of the other villages. We need something to go on."
* * *
Isla DeGario
Day 23 of the islands Occupation.
The night of the redeemers arrival.
He sat in his given campsite among the Lanorian villagers. Not because he had to, not because the demons had beat the will to struggle out of him, and not because he was a man accustomed to complying with the orders of dictators. He sat there because he had learned once that rushing into battle, without attempting to make some sort of plan, risks lives. He had learned that the hard way once when he had nearly had his life literally sucked out of him by a type of demon tree.
The men around him appeared weary but he hoped it was only an illusion. He had told them to keep hope alive, that they would be soon saved from their oppression. He promised this, not because he had any knowledge of an arriving strike force, but because it helped to give people something to hold onto.
The demon guards patrolled the different campsites, giving orders to be quite or to extinguish their fires for bed time. That was the order given by their guard, its name was KarKon, and his race of demon was known as Haythroggin. You could learn a lot by listening to muffled conversations. Having great hearing was a skill that had come in handy. Without it he wouldn't have been able to hear the thwap thwap thwap of the approaching helicopter before every one else. He tensed and readied for action the moment the guards turned their attention to the approaching menace.
As the helicopter neared, the guards began to shout to one another in their own language, the completely disregarded the prisoners giving him the opportunity to race out into the darkness. Moving with the skill of one familiar with the woodsy surroundings, and the grace of a jungle cat, the Groosalugg fled the village, not to be free from oppression but to greet those who were about to arrive. For he knew that they would be this islands redeemers.
* * *
It was nearly dawn by the time both mobile bases were on the ground. The two cargo helicopters had lowered the MB's on platforms that were built into the floor of the cargo holds. It had not been a fun experience and it wasn't one that Riley wanted to relive when the choppers cam back to pick them up.
"Of course," he thought to him self. "There's always the chance that you will get wiped out and not need to repeat the process."
He erased that thought quickly. He sat in conference room that had originally been a senior officers quarters bedroom. There had been four but with Sam sharing his bed there was no need for the fourth room. They had allowed Oz to occupy the third room even though he wasn't a senior officer. Riley was going over the photos that the choppers had taken as they flew away from the island. No brilliant strategy came from looking at them. They showed the villages that existed on the perimeter of the island. They had sat down in the exact center of the island. Now, with the base set up, the troops were waiting for Riley to give orders. He had none to give. Any action he might take to free one village could have unforeseen consequences on the other villages. He did not wish to remain un active but he wouldn't allow twelve villages to be slaughtered because he chose the wrong one to save first. He needed insight, something to help him in making his discussion.
* * *
The Groosalugg had dodged another bullet. Or rather he had dodged another flaming lugie. The Kjami were chasing him now. They shot a flaming liquid out of one of their mouths they had two, one on their faces and one on the end of an arm like appendage that stretched out from their neck. They were cruel to their Porfannis prisoners. They routinely burned someone in front of the entire village in order to instill fear. Groo had not stayed with them long before moving on. When he first arrived on the island he had visited all of the villages promising to help in what ever way he could. Then nearly three full moons later the invaders had come. From out of no where they had arrived each group of demons had appeared near an individual village and had claimed the village for there own. When this had happened Groo still migrated from village to village, monitoring the situation attempting to find a way to help all of the villages. But he was only one Groosalugg and though he had fought armies before, they had been at different times. He had not taken on multiple armies at once before. So instead of fighting he surveyed, praying that one day a solution would come. And now it had arrived. And so he again monitored the situations of each village, so that he would have something to report to those who had come to rescue the people of this island.
He leaned against a tree and waited for the Kjami's foot steps to fade away.
Finally, when he heard no more branches cracking under the weight of the demon's feet he made another dash into the forest. he still had to survey two more villages to make sure that they were still salvageable.
Next up was the Fridarrian people, their tormentors were known as Grodianne, they would most likely be the easiest demons to fight. They were very primitive and the only reason they were able to dominate the Fridarrians was because they were even more primitive. They had treated the Groosalugg like a king when he had come to them.
The Groosalugg slowed as he approached the Fridarrian village, he didn't want to give away him self by crashing into the village. He slowly approached the outskirts of the village and peared in at the group of demons. Their ignorance still mystified him. The were by far the dumbest race of demons he had ever met. He left in a hurry, there was no reason for him to be here, you learn nothing from listening to a deaf man play piano.
The man beast watched and listened as the observer fled the village. He was not a villager, he was also not a demon. He was something that didn't belong on this island. He was an abomination. He was a danger to the plan. He would be destroyed.
* * *
Isla DeGario
Day 25 of the islands Occupation.
Two days after the arrival of the redeemers.
The Groosalugg had been to every village on the island. It had taken him two days but he had made sure all of the villages were worth being saved. They were, and with the force of an army he would see that they were set free, and that their tormentors were beaten back to the hell that they came from.
All he had to do now was get to the center of the island where the redeemers were. He raced through the jungle.
The man beast watched as the obscurity raced through the jungle. He was headed to the center of the island. There was no doubt that he was going to try to get the military force that had landed two days before to help him free the people of the island. The man beast was not worried. He searched his secured file list found the one he was looking for and activated it. Wurring noises sounded as he activated the secured file known as Walsh 315. The abomination would become part of the plan.
* * *
"and we need to know if our attack on any certain village will result in the destruction of any if not all of the other villages. We need something to go on."
Sounds of a struggle from outside kept Riley from continuing his tortured leader speech (Thank the stars) The three senior officers and Oz rushed out side to where a man in animal skin clothes was making short work of the soldiers on duty.
Graham tensed, ready to go into action, but Riley stopped him. He also stopped the other agents.
"Let him through, I want to know what he had to say."
The soldiers stopped fighting and the man straitened up.
"Are you the leader of this group of soldiers sir?"
"I am, and who are you?"
"I am the Groosalugg, I have lived here on the island for almost four human months, I came because there were people to be helped three months after my arrival demons of many different types took over each of the fifteen villages. The demon tormentors are as different as the villages they torment. The night you arrived I fled the village I was currently residing in and raced to the other villages, making sure I would be able to help you in your assault on the demons."
"What made you so sure that we were here to stop the demons?"
"There was no doubt in my mind that you were to be this islands redeemers."
Riley smiled inwardly. Finally they had something to go on. He turned to Graham, Sam and Oz.
"We have a war to plan." Turning to the Groosalugg he added. "Mr. Groosalugg, if you could join us we can make a plan of attack."
"Absolutely, together we will free these people."
To Be Continued:
Coming Soon:
"Walsh 315"
Author: Pike
Email: tomatosauce6808@hotmail.com
Rating: pg13
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy The Vampire Slayer her friends or any of the characters that we know and love. For that reason I am using Riley Finn and his commandos for my own devices. I thank Joss for creating the character and situations and for getting rid of him in such a manor that I can bas a story about him.
Coupling: None
Spoilers: Well if you haven't seen Buffy season four through six or Angel season two and three then you will be getting some new info. But if you haven't seen the shows in that long then you probably wouldn't be reading this so never mind.
Summery:Riley and his commandos take down demons on a fictional Island in the Atlantic Ocean.
Feedback: Yes please but if it is criticism then be gentle. My ego is fragile.
Distribution: Sure why not but let me know. It will most likely be available at www.thebuffysite.com
"Monster Squad"
Chapter Two: "Some Thing To Groo On."
Setting: Isla DiGario
They needed something to go on. It had been two days since they had set down on Isla DiGario and they still hadn't made a move to hit any of the villages. Not the villages but rather those who had conquered them and were holding their original inhabitants hostage. Different tribes of demons had invaded the island all at once and each had picked a village to lord over.
"Sitting here isn't getting the job done sir. All sitting here is doing is letting the demons keep control of the villages."
"I know that Graham, you don't think I want to move in and help these villagers take back what belongs to them. But we need something to go on. We can't attack these villages as we come to them. We need to be smart about this."
"What about sending Oz and his team to survey the different villages and then we use the footage to make a decision?"
"No good Sam, Oz and his men aren't soldiers they are technicians. Sending them out by them selves would be suicide and if we send soldiers with them then we might as well all go in."
"No offence taken by the way."
Everyone turned to look at Oz. He was sitting at the end of the table.
"Incase you were wondering, that is."
"Oz I know you can handle your self in a fight. I just don't want to risk loosing all of my tech support because I wanted to make a battle plan."
Sam leaned forward.
"What about the video footage we got from the helicopter as it flew out of here, didn't it give us any useful information?"
"Sure, we know there are thirteen different villages, all located on the perimeter of the island with us directly in the center."
"And why can't we take each village as we come to it, all in one big sweep."
"You want us to take thirteen villages in one sweep, even if we could do it in twenty-four hours it would exhaust our troops. (Not to mention it would drastically reduce the number of chapters) We need to know what were up against, and we need to know if our attack on any certain village will result in the destruction of any if not all of the other villages. We need something to go on."
* * *
Isla DeGario
Day 23 of the islands Occupation.
The night of the redeemers arrival.
He sat in his given campsite among the Lanorian villagers. Not because he had to, not because the demons had beat the will to struggle out of him, and not because he was a man accustomed to complying with the orders of dictators. He sat there because he had learned once that rushing into battle, without attempting to make some sort of plan, risks lives. He had learned that the hard way once when he had nearly had his life literally sucked out of him by a type of demon tree.
The men around him appeared weary but he hoped it was only an illusion. He had told them to keep hope alive, that they would be soon saved from their oppression. He promised this, not because he had any knowledge of an arriving strike force, but because it helped to give people something to hold onto.
The demon guards patrolled the different campsites, giving orders to be quite or to extinguish their fires for bed time. That was the order given by their guard, its name was KarKon, and his race of demon was known as Haythroggin. You could learn a lot by listening to muffled conversations. Having great hearing was a skill that had come in handy. Without it he wouldn't have been able to hear the thwap thwap thwap of the approaching helicopter before every one else. He tensed and readied for action the moment the guards turned their attention to the approaching menace.
As the helicopter neared, the guards began to shout to one another in their own language, the completely disregarded the prisoners giving him the opportunity to race out into the darkness. Moving with the skill of one familiar with the woodsy surroundings, and the grace of a jungle cat, the Groosalugg fled the village, not to be free from oppression but to greet those who were about to arrive. For he knew that they would be this islands redeemers.
* * *
It was nearly dawn by the time both mobile bases were on the ground. The two cargo helicopters had lowered the MB's on platforms that were built into the floor of the cargo holds. It had not been a fun experience and it wasn't one that Riley wanted to relive when the choppers cam back to pick them up.
"Of course," he thought to him self. "There's always the chance that you will get wiped out and not need to repeat the process."
He erased that thought quickly. He sat in conference room that had originally been a senior officers quarters bedroom. There had been four but with Sam sharing his bed there was no need for the fourth room. They had allowed Oz to occupy the third room even though he wasn't a senior officer. Riley was going over the photos that the choppers had taken as they flew away from the island. No brilliant strategy came from looking at them. They showed the villages that existed on the perimeter of the island. They had sat down in the exact center of the island. Now, with the base set up, the troops were waiting for Riley to give orders. He had none to give. Any action he might take to free one village could have unforeseen consequences on the other villages. He did not wish to remain un active but he wouldn't allow twelve villages to be slaughtered because he chose the wrong one to save first. He needed insight, something to help him in making his discussion.
* * *
The Groosalugg had dodged another bullet. Or rather he had dodged another flaming lugie. The Kjami were chasing him now. They shot a flaming liquid out of one of their mouths they had two, one on their faces and one on the end of an arm like appendage that stretched out from their neck. They were cruel to their Porfannis prisoners. They routinely burned someone in front of the entire village in order to instill fear. Groo had not stayed with them long before moving on. When he first arrived on the island he had visited all of the villages promising to help in what ever way he could. Then nearly three full moons later the invaders had come. From out of no where they had arrived each group of demons had appeared near an individual village and had claimed the village for there own. When this had happened Groo still migrated from village to village, monitoring the situation attempting to find a way to help all of the villages. But he was only one Groosalugg and though he had fought armies before, they had been at different times. He had not taken on multiple armies at once before. So instead of fighting he surveyed, praying that one day a solution would come. And now it had arrived. And so he again monitored the situations of each village, so that he would have something to report to those who had come to rescue the people of this island.
He leaned against a tree and waited for the Kjami's foot steps to fade away.
Finally, when he heard no more branches cracking under the weight of the demon's feet he made another dash into the forest. he still had to survey two more villages to make sure that they were still salvageable.
Next up was the Fridarrian people, their tormentors were known as Grodianne, they would most likely be the easiest demons to fight. They were very primitive and the only reason they were able to dominate the Fridarrians was because they were even more primitive. They had treated the Groosalugg like a king when he had come to them.
The Groosalugg slowed as he approached the Fridarrian village, he didn't want to give away him self by crashing into the village. He slowly approached the outskirts of the village and peared in at the group of demons. Their ignorance still mystified him. The were by far the dumbest race of demons he had ever met. He left in a hurry, there was no reason for him to be here, you learn nothing from listening to a deaf man play piano.
The man beast watched and listened as the observer fled the village. He was not a villager, he was also not a demon. He was something that didn't belong on this island. He was an abomination. He was a danger to the plan. He would be destroyed.
* * *
Isla DeGario
Day 25 of the islands Occupation.
Two days after the arrival of the redeemers.
The Groosalugg had been to every village on the island. It had taken him two days but he had made sure all of the villages were worth being saved. They were, and with the force of an army he would see that they were set free, and that their tormentors were beaten back to the hell that they came from.
All he had to do now was get to the center of the island where the redeemers were. He raced through the jungle.
The man beast watched as the obscurity raced through the jungle. He was headed to the center of the island. There was no doubt that he was going to try to get the military force that had landed two days before to help him free the people of the island. The man beast was not worried. He searched his secured file list found the one he was looking for and activated it. Wurring noises sounded as he activated the secured file known as Walsh 315. The abomination would become part of the plan.
* * *
"and we need to know if our attack on any certain village will result in the destruction of any if not all of the other villages. We need something to go on."
Sounds of a struggle from outside kept Riley from continuing his tortured leader speech (Thank the stars) The three senior officers and Oz rushed out side to where a man in animal skin clothes was making short work of the soldiers on duty.
Graham tensed, ready to go into action, but Riley stopped him. He also stopped the other agents.
"Let him through, I want to know what he had to say."
The soldiers stopped fighting and the man straitened up.
"Are you the leader of this group of soldiers sir?"
"I am, and who are you?"
"I am the Groosalugg, I have lived here on the island for almost four human months, I came because there were people to be helped three months after my arrival demons of many different types took over each of the fifteen villages. The demon tormentors are as different as the villages they torment. The night you arrived I fled the village I was currently residing in and raced to the other villages, making sure I would be able to help you in your assault on the demons."
"What made you so sure that we were here to stop the demons?"
"There was no doubt in my mind that you were to be this islands redeemers."
Riley smiled inwardly. Finally they had something to go on. He turned to Graham, Sam and Oz.
"We have a war to plan." Turning to the Groosalugg he added. "Mr. Groosalugg, if you could join us we can make a plan of attack."
"Absolutely, together we will free these people."
To Be Continued:
Coming Soon:
"Walsh 315"