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

(A/N Day 5130 Log entry: Project is still incomplete. Large number of Scholastic attacks with Writer's Block phasers have rendered my ship useless and damaged. Furthermore we were infected with a case of Low Morale. The crew and I are in bad shape. Stand by for further news on the front. Captain Jim D. Krek signing out.)

Chapter 10: The ants go marching 2-by-2

It was with a grudge and a throbbing headache that Special Agent Oreos woke up.
"Oh man...flying squirrels, now I've seen it all." He looked around.
"Sarge?! When the hell did you learn to fly?!" He crawled over to the fallen Sergeant and tried shaking him awake.
"Sarge! Get up! Come on Sarge don't leave me! You still owe me $5!" Sarge snorted and turned over.

"Ah, Oreos, you're alright?"
"Yeah, I was wearing those bullet proof vests Chael made for us. But damn, that one bullet knocked me out, they got some hard stuff going out there." Ceaseless gunfire was heard in the background.

"Sorry about that, explosion went off."
"It's alright you…" the last bit was mumbled.
"What was that?"
"Er, let's get back to base"
Sarge started getting up, a heavy limp evident.
"Hey Sarge, you alright there?...holy shit! What happened to your knee?"

"I'll be alright, come on, let's…"
*CRACK*
"YEEEEEOOOOWWW!!!" Sarge screamed as he fell back to the ground. Oreos lifted him under his arms.
"Here, put your arm over me...and don't get any ideas...you can still use your other leg?"
" Don't get smart-mouthed with me. Yeah, my other leg's fine." With that they started walking back towards the others.

-~-After some walking-~-
"You still ok, Oreos?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Geez Sarge, you gotta lay off the donuts"
"Shuddap."
The sudden sound of footsteps rung through the air.
"Shh, what's that?"
"Quick! Let's hide behind the rock!"

They rolled behind a fell tree. Loud voices could be heard and a large number of padded feet slap-slapping in mud. Oreos lifted himself over the log
"Oh man...We never get a break do we?"
Hundreds of Tediz lined up, facing their back towards Sarge and Oreos, with a Tediz Captain at the front. The Captain garbled in Tediz. Oreos turned to Sarge for a translation. Sarge shrugged. The Captain unrolled a poster of the Platoon and set it alight with a Zippo lighter. Tediz voices shrieked in anticipating delight. Weapons were fired senselessly into the air.
"Damn."

"Not good."

RedStorm was the first to hear it. The satanic-like chanting. The sound of hundreds of feet trampling soil. Of weapons being loaded with fresh clips of ammo. He dodged another explosive shell and ran to those left in the bombarded base.
"WE'VE GOT COMPANY!!!" he cried. He snatched up his double bladed staff. Ricy rustled his wings and let loose a warning to any others near. The first line of hostiles marched into view. It was in that second where hope for the two soldiers withered up like a burning leaf, and died.

-~-Meanwhile-~-
Pyst came round. He shook his head.
"What the hell happened?"
"Sarge brought you over."
" He conked me out, didn't he? I'd beat the crap out of him if he wasn't my C.O.!" He looked around him frantically.

"Where's my gun?"
"I dunno, back at the trench I guess. Hey! Hey! Where the hell do you think your going?!"
"Gonna get my gun back..." And he was off.

Pyst ran in a zigzag pattern, just barely evading sniper fire. He dived in the trench, grabbed his gun, and booked it out of there. He dived back into the woods as a shell disintegrated the dirt behind him.

"Just had to get your gun back, eh?"
"I like this gun."

Seemingly forgotten by everyone else a lone figure lay crouched on a hill. He had taken care to lie in a dark patch of woods, his brown coloured fur providing suitable camouflage. Nestled in the crook of his arm was his trusted friend – his sniper rifle. Whistling to himself Bob Marley's timeless words of "No woman no cry" he couldn't help but think of his fiancée Tamika waiting back home.
The warm fuzzy feeling he felt was eliminated when he heard the arming a weapon. A muzzle was pushed into the back of his head. He slowly turned to see…Snicker's snorting face. ILZ stared directly into Snicker's laughing eyes. He snarled and looked to see who was left at camp. He was doing all he could to provide cover for the last two, RedStorm and Ricy. But it was merely a finger in the leaking floodwall.

"TSIIIIIIR!!!"
The shrill cry raised the hair on Stealth's neck. He, Squeaky, Flatfeet and Twisted had found a bombed out shack which they retreated to. Actually Flatfeet had found it. He was staring at the house and its walls with a lost look - his mind was elsewhere.
"TSIIIIIR!!!"
The screams of the Hawk echoed over the battlefield. But all they could do was listen. Every time they tried to leave the house they were nearly shot by a sniper. They were trapped. Twisted had punched a hole in the wall.

"We can't just sit here! They're dying out there!" He made a move for the door. As he laid his paw on the door handle a brilliant red line appeared across the back of his hand. Twisted leapt back in fright.
The Hawk continued to cry for help.

Dana and Pyst lay belly-down on the grass just behind a rock. Dana ran out of ammo yet again and asked Pyst for more.
"Say please!" he demanded.
"What the – Just fork it over!"
"Say! Please!"
"Dammit! Please hand it over..." Pyst grinned widely as he made the ammo freely available.
"There you go. You have to more nice when you ask for things. Now say thank you."
"Ok buddy! Your goin' down!!"
Dana threw herself on top of Pyst and pinned his arm behind his back. Pyst flipped her over and restrained Dana from giving him a bloody mess for a nose. They both struggled to get free from one another's grip.
"Settle down!!...I was just kidding!" Dana pulled her arm out of his grasp and settled herself on her stomach.
"I'm not in a good mood..."
"I noticed that..." mumbled Pyst.

*SSShhhShhhhssshhhHhsSsHHS*

Dana's walky-talky was receiving a message from Sarge.
"Are you two done yet or what?"
"How could you see?!!"
"Oreos has a sniper remember!"
"Don't mention this to a living soul," she said pointing at Pyst.

"It's all over…" Mon zoned back into consciousness. Slowly he crept over to Ricy and RedStorm, without Deja or Pyst realising he was gone.
"NO! Stay awake dammit! There! Brown! Focus prick, focus! Pull the trigger, now! Do it now! Brown! Brown everywhere! DIE! DIE SONS OF A BITCH!!! Black…tired…I think I'll go to sleep now…Renato! Keep it together man! White! White and Red! Red! R…"
He was hit hard across the face. Next thing he knew the three of them were locked up in prison.