Jakobson sat on a large rock, looking up at the sky. His pulse rifle
shouldered, he was searching for the Philadelphia, GDI's satellite command
center. Scanning the skies, he could barely make out the steady light that
it was, moving slowly across the night sky.
As Aisla approached, Jakobson looked down, taking in his surroundings once again. They'd been dropped here, having been told that somebody would meet them and take them to the NOD power base. "Anyone yet?" he asked, turning to look at Aisla.
"No-one sir. Corvin thinks they might have already been intercepted." Aisla said, glancing back over his shoulder at the private, who was scanning the outside terrain.
"Still, we can't contact the Philadelphia for confirmation, or betray ourselves and our location. Damn it, we've gotta do something!" Jakobson said, standing up and hoisting his rifle over both shoulders. He stood there for a while, with Aisla by his side, before moving off to where Fields was playing with the radio.
"Ah, sir, this things just rat-shitted itself again." the corporal announced, looking up from the radio. "I don't know what's wrong with it, and nothing I try works to fix it. Piece of junk" Fields lent back and kicked it, where upon it let out the most awful screeching noise.
"What the fuck?" Jakobson asked, unhoisting his rifle and pointing it at the radio. Fields gingerly bent down to examine the radio, turning a few buttons. All of a sudden, he cursed, and started laughing.
"What's so funny? That noise damn near burst my eardrum!" Aisla demanded, reaching over to hit Fields.
Fields kept laughing. "The stupid things working again" he managed to get out between gasping breaks. "The screech came through the radio net. It's working again" he finished, then fell over from laughing too much. Aisla swore, pulling Fields up then pushing him down again.
"Sergeant, cease that. Same with you Corporal. Gotta keep an eye out." Jakobson snapped, pulling the two apart. He walked off, moving over to where Kloden was slanting against a tree. "Kloden. Seen anything?"
"No sir. Absolutely shit all, nadda, zip zilch, zero, sweet f.a, bugger all-" Kloden started, but Jakobson interrupted, silencing him with a wave of his hand.
"Just keep an eye out, Kloden" he said, and went back to his drop-pod. He rummaged around inside for a spare ration pack, tearing the one he found open, flipping up his helmet visor and taking a bite. He went to bite down again, but a hand appeared on his shoulder, which sent him into a spin, swing up his rifle. Behind him stood three Forgotten Ghoststalkers, toting their rail-guns.
"Stop. We were sent to guide you to the target." The one who had touched his shoulder said. He brought his hand down, and took a step back.
Jakobson stared. "Why the fuck didn't you just say something? Why'd you grab me like that? I was going to fucking shoot you!" he practically shouted, as the rest of Ganna squad joined him.
"No you wouldn't have. We would have shot you first. But anyway, we must move on. The power base is still a fair way away, and we don't have much time left if we are going to destroy it on time." The lead Ghoststalker said, and turned, the two other Forgotten following him.
"Where the fuck did they come from?" Corvin asked, staring after the three men.
"It doesn't matter, we still got to move. Just grab what you can and catch up. I'm going to follow and ask who they are." Jakobson said, and set out after the Forgotten.
Three hours later, they turned a corner round a ravine, and were confronted by an enormous Tiberium field. The three Forgotten kept walking, but the five riflemen just stopped.
"Are you fucking crazy? That's Tiberium!" Aisla cried out. The three Forgotten turned as one, and leveled stares at him. "Oh yeah, that's right. You guys got that shit in your bodies" he muttered, looking away, embarrassed.
"He's right though about one thing. We can't go through it, our combat suits can't stop it affecting us." Jakobson said, as the three Forgotten walked back.
"We had not considered that. We have to move fast, but we still need to cross this field, at least partway. Our rides in their somewhere" Fortuna said, the leader of the trio.
"Ride?" Corvin asked inquiringly "What sort of ride?"
"A hijacker stole a subterranean transport from a nearby NOD supply base. That's the rest of our ride." Mujakin said, glancing out into the field.
"Well, why doesn't the driver just bring it over here?" Kloden asked. "Why don't we just call him up and bring him here?"
A small sudden silence hung in the air briefly, as the three Forgotten looked at each other.
"We hadn't thought of that" Sertian said, glancing at the ground. "You guys make anything of this, and I swear I will deck you" he said fiercely, as Kloden and Corvin were both shuddering from suppressed laughter.
"People, people. Act like soldiers, not bloody school kids. So, let's get the word out." Jakobson said, flicking open his helmet so the full impact of his stare could be felt by the two now laughing riflemen, who promptly stopped laughing.
Sertian pulled out the primitive walkie-talkie, turning it on. "Hey, Turell. Can you bring the subterranean transport up to the edge of the Tiberium field that's enroute to the base, we need a pick-up. Come on by, over"
"Roger!" came the curt reply.
They stood for a few seconds, looking over the expanse of lumiscent green crystals. The Forgotten had a look of almost deep hatred as they looked over, while the Ganna squads expressions were hidden by their masks.
So ends part three of Ganna squad. the next will be the base attack, I swear it. Also, betrayal? Or just bad luck?
As Aisla approached, Jakobson looked down, taking in his surroundings once again. They'd been dropped here, having been told that somebody would meet them and take them to the NOD power base. "Anyone yet?" he asked, turning to look at Aisla.
"No-one sir. Corvin thinks they might have already been intercepted." Aisla said, glancing back over his shoulder at the private, who was scanning the outside terrain.
"Still, we can't contact the Philadelphia for confirmation, or betray ourselves and our location. Damn it, we've gotta do something!" Jakobson said, standing up and hoisting his rifle over both shoulders. He stood there for a while, with Aisla by his side, before moving off to where Fields was playing with the radio.
"Ah, sir, this things just rat-shitted itself again." the corporal announced, looking up from the radio. "I don't know what's wrong with it, and nothing I try works to fix it. Piece of junk" Fields lent back and kicked it, where upon it let out the most awful screeching noise.
"What the fuck?" Jakobson asked, unhoisting his rifle and pointing it at the radio. Fields gingerly bent down to examine the radio, turning a few buttons. All of a sudden, he cursed, and started laughing.
"What's so funny? That noise damn near burst my eardrum!" Aisla demanded, reaching over to hit Fields.
Fields kept laughing. "The stupid things working again" he managed to get out between gasping breaks. "The screech came through the radio net. It's working again" he finished, then fell over from laughing too much. Aisla swore, pulling Fields up then pushing him down again.
"Sergeant, cease that. Same with you Corporal. Gotta keep an eye out." Jakobson snapped, pulling the two apart. He walked off, moving over to where Kloden was slanting against a tree. "Kloden. Seen anything?"
"No sir. Absolutely shit all, nadda, zip zilch, zero, sweet f.a, bugger all-" Kloden started, but Jakobson interrupted, silencing him with a wave of his hand.
"Just keep an eye out, Kloden" he said, and went back to his drop-pod. He rummaged around inside for a spare ration pack, tearing the one he found open, flipping up his helmet visor and taking a bite. He went to bite down again, but a hand appeared on his shoulder, which sent him into a spin, swing up his rifle. Behind him stood three Forgotten Ghoststalkers, toting their rail-guns.
"Stop. We were sent to guide you to the target." The one who had touched his shoulder said. He brought his hand down, and took a step back.
Jakobson stared. "Why the fuck didn't you just say something? Why'd you grab me like that? I was going to fucking shoot you!" he practically shouted, as the rest of Ganna squad joined him.
"No you wouldn't have. We would have shot you first. But anyway, we must move on. The power base is still a fair way away, and we don't have much time left if we are going to destroy it on time." The lead Ghoststalker said, and turned, the two other Forgotten following him.
"Where the fuck did they come from?" Corvin asked, staring after the three men.
"It doesn't matter, we still got to move. Just grab what you can and catch up. I'm going to follow and ask who they are." Jakobson said, and set out after the Forgotten.
Three hours later, they turned a corner round a ravine, and were confronted by an enormous Tiberium field. The three Forgotten kept walking, but the five riflemen just stopped.
"Are you fucking crazy? That's Tiberium!" Aisla cried out. The three Forgotten turned as one, and leveled stares at him. "Oh yeah, that's right. You guys got that shit in your bodies" he muttered, looking away, embarrassed.
"He's right though about one thing. We can't go through it, our combat suits can't stop it affecting us." Jakobson said, as the three Forgotten walked back.
"We had not considered that. We have to move fast, but we still need to cross this field, at least partway. Our rides in their somewhere" Fortuna said, the leader of the trio.
"Ride?" Corvin asked inquiringly "What sort of ride?"
"A hijacker stole a subterranean transport from a nearby NOD supply base. That's the rest of our ride." Mujakin said, glancing out into the field.
"Well, why doesn't the driver just bring it over here?" Kloden asked. "Why don't we just call him up and bring him here?"
A small sudden silence hung in the air briefly, as the three Forgotten looked at each other.
"We hadn't thought of that" Sertian said, glancing at the ground. "You guys make anything of this, and I swear I will deck you" he said fiercely, as Kloden and Corvin were both shuddering from suppressed laughter.
"People, people. Act like soldiers, not bloody school kids. So, let's get the word out." Jakobson said, flicking open his helmet so the full impact of his stare could be felt by the two now laughing riflemen, who promptly stopped laughing.
Sertian pulled out the primitive walkie-talkie, turning it on. "Hey, Turell. Can you bring the subterranean transport up to the edge of the Tiberium field that's enroute to the base, we need a pick-up. Come on by, over"
"Roger!" came the curt reply.
They stood for a few seconds, looking over the expanse of lumiscent green crystals. The Forgotten had a look of almost deep hatred as they looked over, while the Ganna squads expressions were hidden by their masks.
So ends part three of Ganna squad. the next will be the base attack, I swear it. Also, betrayal? Or just bad luck?