Advance Wars: The Devestating Army
An Advance Wars (DUH!) Fanfic by Zelloss
To be published only on www.fanfiction.net
Author's Note: Please take note of this: If you are going to submit a CO, please include which Army you want it to join - Any of the armies (Except Silver Rose) still have spots open as of the release of this chapter.
Mission 6 - Yacht Rescue, He's got too much G
At about the same time, just before the Orange Star Fighters joined up with the Landers...
* * * * *
Olaf flew alone. Joseph had zoomed on ahead, like some little flea.
"Phew, I think I got rid of the pests..." Olaf smiled. He then looked down to the sea.
Olaf jumped. As he landed, the fighter shook under his weight.
"Oh my god..." Olaf looked at it. There was a huge sea fortress! Mini Cannons were mounted in all directions. It was literally floating on the water. Several fighters flew around it, and several cruisers, subs, and Battleships were floating around it. Rockets and Missles were around the entire fortress.
* * * * *
"Come in..." Gairyio tapped something on the video screen.
A young woman, with very sparkly yellow hair, and wearing a white crystaline dress, appeared. "Ah, Gairyio! Nice to see you!"
"Not the time for fun. A Blue Moon Fighter containing their commander, Olaf, should be approaching. Take them down" Gairyio advised.
"Well, that's no way to take to a lady!" the woman huffed. "But... Hey, hold on... I think I see it right now..."
"Then take it down!" Gairyio ended the communication.
"Oh, how rude of him..." the woman stuck her tounge out, before running to the command center. "Get me a Cruiser! And shoot down that Fighter! No matter what it takes!"
* * * * *
Olaf smiled. "Mabye I can sneak by them... Just mabye..."
Suddenly, there was a huge barrage of fire coming from the missles and sea. A missle struck the tail of Olaf's fighter.
"Oh my..." Olaf stood up, for perhaps the first time ever. He jumped...
(I know. Incredibly amazing that he can do it, right?)
...And pulled on a parachute, having it open above him. As he flew, he saw something speed towards him.
"What the heck...?" Olaf looked at the speck.
The speck was zooming along, incredibly fast. It was coated in pure gold. Not just a gold covering, but pure gold. The Blue Moon insignia was stamped across the front.
As Olaf dropped fast, the Yacht, as that what it was, apparently, just barely caught Olaf.
There was a thud. The entire Yacht shook as he landed.
"Commander Olaf! Good to see you're all right, sir!" Colin cried out, from the deck.
"Yeah... Can anybody help me?" Olaf cried out.
Grit walked out. "Hey! You there! Help out fatso! He's ruining our deck!"
Five men walked over. The grabbed onto Olaf, and just barely managed to pull him out of the hole he had made on deck.
Olaf stood up again (WOW!). "What is this contraption!?"
"A yacht!" Colin smiled. "Much more effective then a Lander... It's a lot more expensive. Especially this one! Cost me over 40000 Gold to get this thing! But it's heavily armed, and golden-plated, too!"
"Oh really?" Olaf asked.
"Battleship-level missles, and Submarine-level Torpedos at my beck and call" Colin grinned. "Do you like it, sir?"
"Colin, you're a good little kid, did you know that? No, excellent!"
"Thank you, sir!" Colin beamed.
Joseph walked out from around the corner. "Welcome back, your flabbiness!"
"Shut it" Olaf stuck his tounge out. Joseph did so.
"So what now?" Grit asked. "We gonna turn around and run?"
"Yup, 'fraid that's all we can do..." Colin said. "But don't worry, I should hope we'll be able to get back..."
"You know, sir..." a young soldier ran up to him. "Sir Colin... Did you know that there is a set of submarines waiting for us? I believe we're surrounded."
"How would they know...?" Olaf pondered. "Who would have been such a traitor... There's no way they could have put together a trap like this..."
"It's not a question of loyalty, it's a question of intelligence" Joseph muttered.
"Right. Flash. He'll die one of these days..." Olaf muttered.
"We can only hope..." Joseph sighed.
"Ah, possum spit! What do we do now?" Grit asked.
"Ummm..." There was a pause.
"We fight?" Olaf suggested.
"We run?" Joseph suggested.
"We just sit here?" Grit suggested.
"We do what you say, commander?" Colin suggested.
After a moment's discussion, they decided that only Olaf and Joseph's answers were decently acceptable.
"Excuse me! Aren't you going to do anything?"
A female voice came from a computer screen. The others turned to look at it.
A Silver Rose commander appeared on the screen, blonde hair flowing down her back. "You're the Blue Moon COs, right? Supposidly the most power-hungry of the four allied countries?"
"Yeah..." Olaf muttered. "What's it to 'ya?"
"Oh, just figured I'd let you know that I'm going to sink you. Have a nice day!" the woman smiled. "Go, Submarines!"
"Go, Torpedoes!" Colin shouted. There was blasting, as torpedos were shot straight from the ship's hull.
"What the!?" the woman shouted. There were explosions in the water, as the submarines blew up.
"Never take on my golden yacht!" Colin laughed maniacally.
"Colin... Umm... Will you calm down?" Joseph asked. "You know, I think the enemy CO is on that ship..."
"What's your name, girlie?" Grit lazily walked over to the viewscreen.
"Mihillias. Silver Rose" she explained. "And you must be Grit... Well, now, aren't you ugly?"
Grit's eyebrow twitched. "Now that wasn't very nice of you!"
Mihillias laughed. "Sorry."
Joseph pondered. "A kind Silver Rose CO? Something is not right here..."
"No, I'm all right, don't worry!" Mihillias laughed. "Now... Let me see... Oh! I know how I can take you down in one shot!"
A lander sped across to them. Mihill was on board, according to the Intel Reports.
"God, I love these things..." Joseph smiled. "Everything you ever wanted to know about your enemy... Don't you find that strangely convenient?"
"Yup!" Olaf shrugged. "I don't see reason to complian..."
Mihill shouted out. "Now, do you feel lucky?"
"Why?" Olaf asked.
"CO Power! Luck Buster!"
There was a silver flash.
A display appeared above Mihill's head, on screen.
"Oh, what's this?" Joseph asked.
"Well, let's put it this way. It takes the types of all present units - In this case, all that's left is my lander, and your Yacht" Mihill smiled. "And when it stops, all of the unit it's showing will be blown up!"
Colin gulped.
The display was showing the Golden Yacht and the Lander. They cycled fast...
Then they began to slow down...
"Do you feel lucky, punk?" Mihill said in a deep voice.
"Quite, missy" Grit responded.
The switching display slowed down more... It was hard to say what would happen. Then it started moving at almost a crawl.
"I hate the suspense!" Joseph banged the screen, as it stopped on Yacht.
With the bang, it shifted just a touch, and moved over to Lander.
It stopped.
"I guess you're not very lucky, now, are you?" Olaf laughed.
"Oh dear..." Mihill gulped.
There was an explosion, as her Lander blew up. A body flew off of the ship, shooting into one of the Fighters. There was a thud, and she caught onto the wing of the Fighter, the pilot taking her away.
"So long! Till next time!" Mihill shouted. The communication link was gone.
"Well, now what, sirs?" Colin asked.
"We get out of here..." Olaf explained. "And Colin..."
"Yes, sir?"
"You're a real gem of a CO. Keep up the good work."
"Alright, sir!"
The Yacht sped off, towards Blue Moon...
Author's Note: Please take note of this: If you are going to submit a CO, please include which Army you want it to join - Any of the armies (Except Silver Rose) still have spots open as of the release of this chapter.
Mission 6 - Yacht Rescue, He's got too much G
At about the same time, just before the Orange Star Fighters joined up with the Landers...
* * * * *
Olaf flew alone. Joseph had zoomed on ahead, like some little flea.
"Phew, I think I got rid of the pests..." Olaf smiled. He then looked down to the sea.
Olaf jumped. As he landed, the fighter shook under his weight.
"Oh my god..." Olaf looked at it. There was a huge sea fortress! Mini Cannons were mounted in all directions. It was literally floating on the water. Several fighters flew around it, and several cruisers, subs, and Battleships were floating around it. Rockets and Missles were around the entire fortress.
* * * * *
"Come in..." Gairyio tapped something on the video screen.
A young woman, with very sparkly yellow hair, and wearing a white crystaline dress, appeared. "Ah, Gairyio! Nice to see you!"
"Not the time for fun. A Blue Moon Fighter containing their commander, Olaf, should be approaching. Take them down" Gairyio advised.
"Well, that's no way to take to a lady!" the woman huffed. "But... Hey, hold on... I think I see it right now..."
"Then take it down!" Gairyio ended the communication.
"Oh, how rude of him..." the woman stuck her tounge out, before running to the command center. "Get me a Cruiser! And shoot down that Fighter! No matter what it takes!"
* * * * *
Olaf smiled. "Mabye I can sneak by them... Just mabye..."
Suddenly, there was a huge barrage of fire coming from the missles and sea. A missle struck the tail of Olaf's fighter.
"Oh my..." Olaf stood up, for perhaps the first time ever. He jumped...
(I know. Incredibly amazing that he can do it, right?)
...And pulled on a parachute, having it open above him. As he flew, he saw something speed towards him.
"What the heck...?" Olaf looked at the speck.
The speck was zooming along, incredibly fast. It was coated in pure gold. Not just a gold covering, but pure gold. The Blue Moon insignia was stamped across the front.
As Olaf dropped fast, the Yacht, as that what it was, apparently, just barely caught Olaf.
There was a thud. The entire Yacht shook as he landed.
"Commander Olaf! Good to see you're all right, sir!" Colin cried out, from the deck.
"Yeah... Can anybody help me?" Olaf cried out.
Grit walked out. "Hey! You there! Help out fatso! He's ruining our deck!"
Five men walked over. The grabbed onto Olaf, and just barely managed to pull him out of the hole he had made on deck.
Olaf stood up again (WOW!). "What is this contraption!?"
"A yacht!" Colin smiled. "Much more effective then a Lander... It's a lot more expensive. Especially this one! Cost me over 40000 Gold to get this thing! But it's heavily armed, and golden-plated, too!"
"Oh really?" Olaf asked.
"Battleship-level missles, and Submarine-level Torpedos at my beck and call" Colin grinned. "Do you like it, sir?"
"Colin, you're a good little kid, did you know that? No, excellent!"
"Thank you, sir!" Colin beamed.
Joseph walked out from around the corner. "Welcome back, your flabbiness!"
"Shut it" Olaf stuck his tounge out. Joseph did so.
"So what now?" Grit asked. "We gonna turn around and run?"
"Yup, 'fraid that's all we can do..." Colin said. "But don't worry, I should hope we'll be able to get back..."
"You know, sir..." a young soldier ran up to him. "Sir Colin... Did you know that there is a set of submarines waiting for us? I believe we're surrounded."
"How would they know...?" Olaf pondered. "Who would have been such a traitor... There's no way they could have put together a trap like this..."
"It's not a question of loyalty, it's a question of intelligence" Joseph muttered.
"Right. Flash. He'll die one of these days..." Olaf muttered.
"We can only hope..." Joseph sighed.
"Ah, possum spit! What do we do now?" Grit asked.
"Ummm..." There was a pause.
"We fight?" Olaf suggested.
"We run?" Joseph suggested.
"We just sit here?" Grit suggested.
"We do what you say, commander?" Colin suggested.
After a moment's discussion, they decided that only Olaf and Joseph's answers were decently acceptable.
"Excuse me! Aren't you going to do anything?"
A female voice came from a computer screen. The others turned to look at it.
A Silver Rose commander appeared on the screen, blonde hair flowing down her back. "You're the Blue Moon COs, right? Supposidly the most power-hungry of the four allied countries?"
"Yeah..." Olaf muttered. "What's it to 'ya?"
"Oh, just figured I'd let you know that I'm going to sink you. Have a nice day!" the woman smiled. "Go, Submarines!"
"Go, Torpedoes!" Colin shouted. There was blasting, as torpedos were shot straight from the ship's hull.
"What the!?" the woman shouted. There were explosions in the water, as the submarines blew up.
"Never take on my golden yacht!" Colin laughed maniacally.
"Colin... Umm... Will you calm down?" Joseph asked. "You know, I think the enemy CO is on that ship..."
"What's your name, girlie?" Grit lazily walked over to the viewscreen.
"Mihillias. Silver Rose" she explained. "And you must be Grit... Well, now, aren't you ugly?"
Grit's eyebrow twitched. "Now that wasn't very nice of you!"
Mihillias laughed. "Sorry."
Joseph pondered. "A kind Silver Rose CO? Something is not right here..."
"No, I'm all right, don't worry!" Mihillias laughed. "Now... Let me see... Oh! I know how I can take you down in one shot!"
A lander sped across to them. Mihill was on board, according to the Intel Reports.
"God, I love these things..." Joseph smiled. "Everything you ever wanted to know about your enemy... Don't you find that strangely convenient?"
"Yup!" Olaf shrugged. "I don't see reason to complian..."
Mihill shouted out. "Now, do you feel lucky?"
"Why?" Olaf asked.
"CO Power! Luck Buster!"
There was a silver flash.
A display appeared above Mihill's head, on screen.
"Oh, what's this?" Joseph asked.
"Well, let's put it this way. It takes the types of all present units - In this case, all that's left is my lander, and your Yacht" Mihill smiled. "And when it stops, all of the unit it's showing will be blown up!"
Colin gulped.
The display was showing the Golden Yacht and the Lander. They cycled fast...
Then they began to slow down...
"Do you feel lucky, punk?" Mihill said in a deep voice.
"Quite, missy" Grit responded.
The switching display slowed down more... It was hard to say what would happen. Then it started moving at almost a crawl.
"I hate the suspense!" Joseph banged the screen, as it stopped on Yacht.
With the bang, it shifted just a touch, and moved over to Lander.
It stopped.
"I guess you're not very lucky, now, are you?" Olaf laughed.
"Oh dear..." Mihill gulped.
There was an explosion, as her Lander blew up. A body flew off of the ship, shooting into one of the Fighters. There was a thud, and she caught onto the wing of the Fighter, the pilot taking her away.
"So long! Till next time!" Mihill shouted. The communication link was gone.
"Well, now what, sirs?" Colin asked.
"We get out of here..." Olaf explained. "And Colin..."
"Yes, sir?"
"You're a real gem of a CO. Keep up the good work."
"Alright, sir!"
The Yacht sped off, towards Blue Moon...