The 99th Platoon – WWW's Dream: Uniting the Tediz

(A/N Chapter one was "Lights!" Chapter two was "Camera!" and I can safely say that Chapter 3 is most definitely "Action!" Ignore that long and dull part that mentions who's there and who isn't. I did that for myself, so I know whom I can write as to…I'm babbling. On with the story.)

Chapter 3: Row, row, row your boat…

The Platoon poured out of their cramped transport and onto the docks. They formed two lines and Sarge stood in front facing them all.
"I suspect you want me to give some encouraging pep-talk that'll raise the morale levels to hopefully something around a ten. On a scale of 100," started Sarge.
"You really know how to kill the mood don't you Sarge?"

"Shut up or you'll get stuck with the bags. As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted – someone out there is messing with one of my Platoon's head. This particular member has proved to be a lifesaver on many occasions. But besides that, he's simply one of us. What those stupid bastards don't realise is that if they take on one bird they have to take on the whole flock! 'Cause Ducks stick together! And if you take on one Duck, you better be sure that the whole flock will be pecking at your ass till the day that hell freezes over!"

A silence hovered in the air. Sarge stood slightly awkward. "Ah…fuck that shit…it sounded better in that movie last night…"
"So, where's our boat?" asked Joshua "Flatfeet" Evans. Dark squatted on his haunches. His trench coat lay around him like a dark lake, rippling into infinity.
"Patience my friend. It is a virtue," mumbled the panther. Squeaky F. Acore dusted off some ash from his pants.
"Yeah. One they we don't have"

RedStorm was going through his stuff one last time while Stealth leaned quietly against a pole. Renato "DaMedic" Mon was packing the 1st aid kit. Chael was sitting next to Rick "Pyst" Gores, Ricy and Dana "Deja" Rodriguez. Secret Agent 00-Oreos was having a cup of coffee. WWW, ILZ and Kenny "CoolGuy" Johnson were looking out for any sign of the boat. Snickers was having an argument with Sarge, whether Light Artillery was better than Heavy Artillery. Twisted was lying on his backpack, until he saw the boat.

"Oh. My. God."
"You've got to be shittin' me"

The Sea-Dog Squirrel Captain tied the old, rotten and beaten down, rather large rowboat to the pier. The Captain marched straight up to Sarge…and kept on marching.

"There she is," announced WWW.
"Now that! That is a boat and a half!" exclaimed Chael.
"I pieced it together with some Mech. equipment from Komiz Isle. It's even got a mini bio lab."
"I love you man."
"Just don't go yelling that too loud."

The boat was quite impressive, to say the least. Measuring 30 feet long and 15 feet wide, there was more than enough space ("That means I don't get stuck with the bags!") WWW took the controls, a complicated display of buttons, displays and beeping beacons. The steel laminate look characteristic of the type 12 Mech. shone in the dying sun. They would approach the island under cover of darkness. There was a loud roar and the engines began to churn the water, making it a frothy white instead of a dark navy. Flatfeet moved closer to the control panel.

"Hey! What does this do?" he asked pointing to a tiny red button. WWW grabbed Flatfeet's paw.
"Don't ever, EVER, press the little red button with out good reason."
"Sorry ma."
"Shut up and get at the back of the boat"

As the boat sped along the waves each soldier was left with his memories of the horrors that were experienced in World War Tediz. It was Squeaky who spoke first.

"I swore I'd never go back to that place..."
"I don't exactly have the best of memories from there either…" mumbled Sarge. WWW suddenly swooned.
"Yo? You okay?" asked Pyst. WWW nodded.
"Yeah...fine...just...gotta sit down...yeah...I just keep thinking about the general..."
"General? You mean the commander you killed?" asked Sarge.

"Yeah, #642. I was only a private in the Tediz armies yet he treated me like something really important... I just don't understand why. Never have. Never will I guess…"

A long and awkward silence followed. It was a while till any sound was heard.

"Auto-piloting disengaged." WWW walked over to the control room and noticed 10 red blips on the radar. "The enemy is attacking from the sea!"

As if on cue a Tediz in a wetsuit and diving gear propelled out of the water. Pyst punched it in the face.
"I LOVE MY JOB!!!"

WWW drew his magnum and blasted the stunned Tediz in the chest. Yellow-green gore poured out of the wound, spraying Pyst across the face. Stealth finished it off with a diagonal slash. The Tediz gurgled as life bubbled out of its lips. Stealth moved to the edge of the boat.

Three more amphibians leapt out of the water. The first grabbed WWW by the throat and threw him over board. Dark was quick to act. Within seconds he had thrown his "S" shaped boomerang at the assailants. Blade met stitching. It was like trying to stop a speeding bullet with tissue paper. He caught it in the palm of his hand. Blood dripped off of the edges.

Squeaky had a Tediz trapped between two constant streams of flame.
"Do you smell something burning?!?" screamed Squeaky. The Tediz shrieked and leapt into the water. The charred carcass remained floating…a lifeless buoy. "You're no fun!"

Pyst had already loaded his uzis with a fresh magazine. He and Oreos had found a corner of the boat were they could shoot at anything poking its head over the edge. Tediz would climb back up, only to be chased back into the water by flaming lead.

A Tediz had moved its way to the back of the boat. It snuck up behind the unsuspecting Squirrels. As it lifted itself into the boat it found itself face to face with the barrel of a shotgun and a grenade launcher's chamber. Deja and Sarge smiled.
"Oh shay-" the Tediz manage to splutter.

*BLAM* *WHUMP*

Iron Lion Zion sat at the very back next to Chael. The two snipers had loaded their rifles.
"Tha most damage with won bullet, right mon?" drawled the Jamaican. Chael nodded. The two fired simultaneously. Two Tediz hit the deck. Headless.

CoolGuy, RedStorm, Snickers and Flatfeet had taken a Tediz spear. They were passing it around in a game of "keep-a-way"
"Look guys, just let him have it," said Mon the Medic. Flatfeet smiled.
"Whatever you say," he said as he squeezed the trigger. The speared Tediz was flung into the water.

The final tediz refused to get out of the water. And for a reason. He had an aqua-rocket strapped to his oxygen tanks.

"I'll get it!" stated Ricy enthusiastically. He wanted to prove himself worthy. He spread his wings wide and launched into the air.
"Soldier! Get down NOW! That is an order!" yelled Sarge. Ricy disobeyed. The Tediz casually unhinged his spear-shooter and aimed at the easy target.

"Chick-chick on a stick" hissed the Tediz. The spear went flying straight into Ricy's right wing. The hawk let out a cry of pain before plummeting into the ocean.

The Tediz wasted no time. He aimed the rocket at the centre of the ship. He squeezed the trigger and instantly blew up.
Twisted stood at the edge of the boat, his rocket launcher smoking, showing who was responsible for the Tediz spontaneous combustion.

Flatfeet took the controls and drove over to the two over-boards. Mon quickly placed Ricy flat on the floor. He opened up his case and patched up the wing. Ricy was mumbling to himself something that sounded like, "Stupid moron. Stupid, stupid moron" Mon patted him on the shoulder.
"Don't worry kid. It happens to the best of us."

WWW on the other hand was a different story.

"Laugh and I'll break your face in I swear it. I'm just a natural sponge," the bloated figure of a swelled WWW bobbed up and down in the water. Pyst was the first one to burst out laughing. The rest soon followed suit. Even WWW joined in. And there they stood laughing, on a boat, amidst the floating dead bodies of ten dead Tediz.

What a wonderful world.