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

(A/N You know how hard it is to find something to put in these ridiculous spaces? Anyway, as you can tell from the last chapter - a favourite chapter of mine to be exact – things are getting serious. With that said let me clarify it from now, the Tediz from this point onwards shall speak in easy to understand English. But to the characters in the story it's as good as if they were hearing babble. Read. Enjoy. And then, review. I just realized this is the longest chapter I've ever written. Is that a good thing or a bad? You will have to tell me)

Chapter 6: Under cover of darkness

"D-Deja...promised to...protect..." stammered the bleeding Sergeant. Stealth and Dark carried the stretcher to the Mess-Tent, the largest tent in the camp, as per Mon's instructions.

"Shuddap Sarge. You're hit pretty badly," said Stealth.
"But...must," stammered Sarge.
"Dark?" asked Stealth. Dark looked up. "Shall I do it or will you?"

"Go ahead…"
"Gotta go get my shotgun and f-" started Sarge.

*WHAM*

"Much better...shove him in here..."

Mon ran into the room followed by Chael and ILZ, sniper rifles over their shoulders.
"Sniper fire alright," stated Chael.
"He be gone now," finished the Jamaican.
"How're they Mon?"

"Shuttap! Gimme the scalpel! Darn, this is close to the heart...I need some one with a really steady hand."
Stealth, the ninja, stepped forward.
"I'll do it..."
"You will?"
"Sure..."
"Okay here," he passed the tongs, "grip the bullet gently, pull firmly."

Stealth knelt over the wounded. With a firm face he placed the tongs in the bleeding wound. Blood spurted across his eyes. Mon used cotton and swabbed up the blood. With a sickening "slurp" sound...
"Got it!" He lifted the bullet up triumphantly.
"Wey ta go boddy" smiled ILZ.
"All right Stealth!" crowed Chael. Dark remained silent.

"Great now everyone...piss off and let me do my job!" yelled Mon. The tent area was now empty save for Mon and the three injured squirrels.

Pyst ran up to the rest of the Platoon. He stood, panting, covered with Tediz stuffing and holding his biggest machine gun.
"We got a problem guys!"
"Weren't you with WWW?" asked Squeaky.
"I was, I went off for a minute to take a leak, when I went back, he was gone. There was a Tediz patrol waiting for me!" Pyst patted his gun. "But they can't touch me, no sir!" Chael turned to face whatever of the Platoon was there.

"There's no sign of whoever shot them. So this sniper is really good. I used the x-ray scope and got nothing, so they must be deep underground or something. So until daylight comes some of us are gonna have to keep watch. We don't want any more attacks." Chael paused and looked around.
"Wait WWW's gone. Where were you two before you came back Pyst?"
"Taking a leak."
"No! Before that. When you were last with WWW?"
"Over this way."
"Stealth, Red Storm, and ILZ, you guys go with Pyst and find WWW. ILZ keep an eye out for the sniper. The rest of you, be on your guard and have a weapon with you at all times."
"Right."
"Will do."
"I'm on it mon."

Moments later an explosion shook the tents. Pyst grabbed his radio.
"Hey guys! Remember that diversion you wanted?"
"We didn't ask for a diversion!" yelled Oreos.
"You didn't?...oh crap..."
Across the terrain a door opened from within the ground. Tediz troops began flowing out.
"I don't suppose saying 'oops' would be enough would it?"
"Damn right you stupid jack ass!"

Dark was lost in the confusion, all he could see was the scarlet liquid that was still oozing from Sarge. He felt a strange feeling sweep over him. Was this sadness? He had never felt this before. It was so…different. Suddenly, his eyes hardened. His tattered trench coat flew off at a flick of his wrist. Dark slammed a fresh clip into his M16 assault rifle and attached a few grenades to his belt.

The Tediz snipers fired wildly at the panther that emerged from the Platoon's place. Sand flew into the air as the bullets struck. The sand was now blood stained. Dark and his father used to refer to this place as the Crimson Battlegrounds, but his dad was gone now. All he had left was this Platoon. They were like family to him, and he wasn't going to let them go out like this.

The snipers cursed as the panther dodged a bullet with his cat reflexes. As a Tediz aimed at Dark, to his surprise, a bullet penetrated the front of his scope, entering his eye and exiting out the back of his head. Greenish blood splattered the ground and Dark sent a bullet into the next Tediz. The Tediz Sargeant became frustrated. Why couldn't they beat this one panther?

They were steadily calling more Tediz to the spot. One got in the big machine gun, loading it up. Dark yelled angrily, throwing his M16 aside and pulling a grenade from his belt. He flung it onto the plateau the Tediz stood upon and all he saw was an explosion and greenish blood flying in all directions. Out of nowhere, a bullet went straight through his left shoulder. The bullet hit the sand along with a splatter of blood.

DarkFlame fell to one knee, pulling out an uzi and firing madly at the big machine gun. Another bullet entered his body, this one into his knee. He kept firing, yelling. His blood dripped onto the ground. Splotches of the sand became soaked, and the firing stopped. Green blood oozed down the wall of the fortress, and Dark knelt there, holding his uzi aimlessly. He had taken out practically a whole force of Tediz, but there were more inside. He forced himself to his feet and began to move towards the entrance into the fortress, limping.

In the meantime a small portion of the Platoon had run out to take care of the forces.

RedStorm had his back pressed against a sand dune. His breathing was rapid and loud. A Tediz ran to check out the source of the noise. Just as the Tediz poked his head over the dune RedStorm kicked his chin. The Tediz lifted his bayonet in retaliation. RedStorm blocked with his own double-bladed staff.
"ILZ! Help!" he yelled. Sniper fire slammed into the bear's chest. It fell dead.
Stealth, Pyst and Chael caught up.
"Pyst! You are a deaf dumbass!!" yelled RedStorm.

CoolGuy and Snickers were back at the base, looking at the flashes of battle. They turned to look at Mon, still tending to the victims. They were beginning to stir.

Tediz surrounded Flatfeet, Squeaky, Oreos and Twisted, automatics on full arm. The Tediz laughed and jeered at the four, trapped soldiers.
"Whose idea was this anyway!?!" yelled Twisted. Squeaky shrugged. Oreos was looking intently for a way out. Flatfeet scanned the sky…what if…

Ricy's recovery could not have come at a better time. He soared through the air like a rocket. He spotted four Squirrels pinned against a rock.
Ricy's beak twisted into an evil grin. He flew up high up. Then in an instant he started letting off hundreds of little missiles causing explosions to occur among the Tediz circle. Where there had been confident Tediz there was now nothing but scorched earth and smoking trees.

The platoon members were staring at him with blank expressions as he landed next to them.

"Do you like my timing?" he smirked.
"Hell yes!" several fatigued soldiers replied. Flatfeet gave Ricy a grateful pat on the wing.
"Owwwww, damn it! That still hurts," said Ricy.

A lone soldier Tediz staggered into the room of The Master. He was currently engaged with maintenance of his gun.

He looked up in shock as the Tediz bled yellow blood all onto the floor. Bullet holes all over its body were oozing slowly. Its death was imminent.
"We," it paused to breathe, "have a," it coughed up blood, "problem," it died there after.
The Master Sniper casually put away his cigarette and re-assembled his gun.
He looked at his many cloaks. The black one was instantly around his head and chest.

Dark finally reached the gate. He stopped to consider the odds, he was wounded and a thousand tediz were going to kill him on the other side. He finally did something he thought he'd never do, he backed down from a fight. Just this fight. He'd kill more if he'd live more. He was already starting to fade out.

Back at the base, people were taking rests, some sleeping and others taking the first shift.

"The snipers could be a problem. On the other hand, without the doctor they can't properly heal," commented Mon, having finally finished surgery he was washing his hands of blood.

Normal snipers would wait for an explosion or gunshot to fire. The Master waited for a gust of wind.

"You got any fives?" asked Coolguy.
"Go fish" replied Snickers.

Taking a short break from guarding the doc and the wounded, Snickers and Coolguy were playing cards.

The wind blew open the flap of the Mess-Tent/Medical Tent.

"You got any jacks? Hey! Mon! What's wrong with you?"
Coolguy stole a glance at the Medic.
"Indigestion." Coolguy laughed, "Bet someone's gonna have to go to the crapper soon."

Mon turned around with a panicked look on his face. Something was odd about the bloodstain on his apron. It was getting bigger. He started choking and blood began to seep in through his fingers.

Coolguy turned around then got up and ran to see what happened. Snickers did the same. Mon was bleeding in his belly.

Snickers looked at Mon and then turned around and tried to spot the sniper. Chael had left his sniper rifle. To Snickers' dismay he found the scope shot through with a single bullet.
Mon struggled to a stretcher and laid down. He ripped his apron and shirt off and beckoned Coolguy and Snickers to come.

"Guys listen to everything I say and do exactly that alright?"

Sarge suddenly came to, sucking in oxygen. He had several bandages around his chest and shoulder. He turned and saw Mon bleeding on the stretcher.
"SNIPER!!!" yelled Snickers.
"Shit!" Sarge limped over to the radio. As he reached for the "on" switch a bullet shattered the machine. "SHIT!"
He ran outside as Mon began whispering instructions to Coolguy.

Sarge ran towards the back of the Mess-Tent. He limped to the only beacon light. He grabbed it in his hand and rushed outside, finding a place where he could hide from the sniper and flash the beacon.

*FLASH**FLASH**FLASH* *FLAAASH**FLAAASH**FLAAASH* *FLASH**FLASH**FLASH*

The soldiers that were still on the field were celebrating Ricy's lifesaving assault when they see a bright red light flashing across the battlefield. WWW had rejoined the group, as did RedStorm, Pyst, Stealth, ILZ and Chael.
"Hey! That's old Morse code!" yelled WWW.
"Well, what does it mean?" asked Flatfeet
"Ummm hang on:
S-O-S M-E-D-I-C D-O-W-N W-E D-I-D-N-T W-I-N S-N-I-P-E-R P-I-C-K-I-N-G U-S O-F-F L-I-K-E F-L-I-E-S A-L-L S-O-L-D-I-E-R-S O-F-F O-F T-H-E F-I-E-L-D A-N-D B-A-C-K T-O B-A-S-E N-O-W. T-H-I-S I-S N-O-T A D-R-I-L-L. C-O-D-E R-E-D, I R-E-P-E-A-T C-O-D-E R-E-D"

Ricy screamed. A bullet had just combed his feathers. The remaining soldiers on the field ran for their lives as the red signal beacon continued to flash it's message. Sniper bullets lifted up the sand behind their feet as they hauled royal ass back to base. As they reached the medic tent they slammed into each other and rolled to a stop. Sarge stood over them clutching his chest, panting quickly.

"About-blo-bloody-time! Okay look- we gotta black out this installation. Thi-This guy is damn good. No lights! Close all flaps and put anything against any open holes. I repeat do not use any light! Oka-Okay! Lets go go go go go go go!"