Chapter 5
06.11, Friday
Zack was free, at last, he was free, free from worrying about dying and war! But it wasn't over yet, there was still another battle to be won, he had to keep fighting along with all other troops in the area to destroy this ruined base of Demark, even if it meant loosing his own life.
Zack heard a great man once say that the lives of the many, out-way the lives of the few! And that was exactly what was trudging through Zack's mind at this point and time as he descended down the halls of the now abandoned command center, men and women walking by his steppes, they all looked like drones from a glance but Zack new they were much more then that, they were, his brothers and sisters now. He had survived battle with them, killed with them, even died with them, and that was something worth much more than a simple friendly introduction, it was worth a lifetime of lifetimes.
Zack was still in uniform, his space marine boots clunked against the hard shiny surface of the rebel structure. He could hear his footsteps melding into the continuous sound tens of other confederate military personnel, scurrying along the floor of the military establishment. It was nightfall and the battle had simmered down. Though the thought of the battle before was still embedded into his brain, burning through his consciousness, continually mocking his every move!
He pushed the evil thoughts back, back into the dark recesses of his still tortured mind. He yelled at it, he tried to tame it, though it could not be tamed. The guilt and heavyhearted feeling could be seen on Zack's face as he walked down the halls. He stumbled, even groaned at the disturbing thoughts, his face was turning red with anger, his lips cringed, his hair stood on it's end as he gave a burst of a yell into virgin air.
The companions beside him returned this yell as an awkward expression of self, and in return shot an awkward expression on their faces back to the blushing and embarrassed soldier. Zack new it, everyone that was within 5 yards of him new it, this was the strangest expression that Zack had gave out in his life, and he was flushed with embarrassment!
He tried to numb the feeling by whistling, even looking away! But strangely, it did not matter to the rest of the crew for they had just experienced a side effect of war and were vary prepared for it. In return, they looked down in shame and sadness.
Zack was surprised, he had not seen this come out of the hearts of humans for quite some time, mostly in this situation they would insult, gloat, or make fun of Zack's situation. I guess humanity has several different face when it comes to several different situations he thought to himself.
Well Zack had almost reached mysterious destination, it was that of a ready room and tactical operations center, they were preparing for yet another assault and those that would be available for the job ( meaning fit and not shot ) would be forced to fight for their freedom and god given right to live. Though that was what the big heads only said to lighten the mood, they really just wanted them to die like cattle to a slaughter, only for their own survival benefits, Zack was not so dumb as to believe that crap that rolled off of the tongues of those strategists and recruiters!
Zack entered the dark room, where almost all personnel that lay there were dressed and out of uniform. Why he thought to himself, why were THEY without battle armor and he had to squeeze through these tiny doors just to see what was commencing! The tactician was about to speak as Zack realized that he was tricked into guard duty, not informed of the relieving that had taken place before!
"Fellow Terran soldiers, and survivors for the most part, we have been brought here today for the most obvious of reasons, to fight off this plague of rebels and thieves, to rid the world of all retaliating thoughts and feelings, to help us as humans live better lives and freedoms that we so deeply enjoy" he explained with a fake smirk approaching from his lips.
Zack looked at the man under his helmet, he wanted to begin thinking how much of a liar this man was but the only thing that was running through his mind at that point and time was when he would be able to ditch this aching battle suit.
"Now at exactly 0800 hours we will be departing and deploying out onto the field. We have begun to make base camp here and our constructors are busily working on defenses and structures. You shall all be assigned to your posts once we leave this room, report to your command officer in charge of your unit, and if there have been any casualties with in that unit (which there most likely have) you will report to command ops immediately to receive new orders and attachments, that is all, dismissed."
At the moment the man explained the plan, all men and women in the room were lifted up by their legs and ascended to their designated areas. Up flights of stairs, down flights of stairs, down corridors and long hallways, they were all apart of a simbiont circle which resided with in the construction of winning this battle. If one man does not do his absolute best, it could mean disaster for the movement.
Zack halted where he stood for he noticed that all the people around him had stopped in front of the commanding officer.
"Alright ladies, I've been given orders for the first lines of assault" he explained as Zack gave a loud exasperated gulp. "We will depart 1 hour before the rest of the attack, hold a position, and wait there for artillery fire to drop in" he explained as he pulled out a small, messily drawn map from his utility belt. "Our position will be situated hear, on this uprising, from there we can make an accurate read out of the enemy's base camp. The camp is a small one, but it is completed with a subterranean barracks that is supposedly holding many men and supplies in it. It also has a small command center, armories, several supply depots, and a factory. We are supposed to wait for the distraction of artillery fire, and infiltrate, you will have further orders once we reach the plateau" he explained as the group of troops finally let out a gasp of breath, his speech was finally over!
One last question appeared from an operative "Sir, what type of unit shall we be departing in sir?" he asked the lieutenant as he turned around for the answer.
"We will be deploying with a unit of 2 ghosts, 3 firebats, and marines, you will be one of them son I suggest you gear up!" he exclaimed.
"Sir yes sir" shouted out the curious operative.
"Alright men, gear up and move out" he explained as all men and women in the huddled group fell apart like an explosion and branched off into different areas of the constructing base camp.
Zack headed out the main doors and into the supply depot nearest him, it was where most were going to get standard supplies. Food rations, weapons, ammo, range devices, these were all fairly important things that one would use for a recon mission, though the food wasn't too necessary, if you didn't kill, you would most likely get killed, that was the way a recon mission went for a marine. They had to be extra careful not to give away their position! Though he had nothing to fear, the psionicly enhanced super warriors of ghosts would aid them in battle.
* * *
Zack had departed a fairly long time ago, the attack point was not vary far away, and there were scouts laid across the whole battlefield. Even though they had the cover of nightfall, if Zack wasn't careful, he could get shot by an enemy sniper or blown up by a vulture, or worse!
The unit of 12 set off across the scorched field, Zack did not know all their names for he could not remember them too well, a side-effect of the adrenaline rush. He knew 2 of the fire bats, he well knew one of the ghosts, and several of the marines. The 2 firebat's names were Jason and Daniel's, although he didn't know their first names for the military always calls them by their last. The ghost's name was Smith and he knew all of the marines but one. They were Stackhouse, Johnson, Marel, David's, Fargo, and Ellin's.
Stackhouse was an 'in-shape' man, he was at least 20, or so Zack thought, he was from earth and didn't talk much to the people he didn't know, he kept to himself a lot, following orders and not talking back to his superiors! Johnson was actually a medic in descise, although she held a gauss rifle. She was from the confederate outposts on Mara Sara and was vary annoying, she would never take a breath. Zack didn't know much about Marel just that he was big and should have been in the firebat's assault group, but he preferred Marine Corps. Zack barely knew anything about David's just that he looked like a rat and was most likely from a bad part of earth. Fargo and Ellin's were friends, they had been hear on this planet for a long time and had survived through a few of the battles.
The firebat's that he knew were both colored men, they were also brothers, and did not talk to each other too often, but when they did it usually turned into confrontation. And the ghost, well, who couldn't know the ghost, he was in command of the unit, and didn't take shit from any lower ranking officers. If they talked back to him, he would retaliate like a bat out of hell. He was from Antiga prime, and did a lot of time in some of the containment facilities there, he had gone through extensive neural treatment, and remembered faint thoughts of his family. The other ghost was his right hand man, but Zack didn't know his name.
The group walked on for 3 hours until the lieutenant pointed out the hill where they would be attacking from! They were vary far away, hidden by the trees, in front of them was a rock hilly area and the largest hill was right in front of the base camp. They could barely see what he was pointing at. Good thing to, for the base camp had about 4 scout towers surrounding it. The lieutenant turned to the unit and began to speak.
"Alright group, we are to hold hear until I scout out the area and find a suitable path for us to deploy from. I believe that the outpost over there is situated behind the hill so much, that if we are to make our way around through the middle between the other one on that side" he explained as he pointed to the other one near the trees on his right " we can pass them just enough so, so that we can sneak through the dark" he explained.
The unit was confused, they didn't know realy what to do but understood what the man was saying. He had a good plan, though it would be harder for the marines, their bionic legs gave them away at time of recon. But the outposts were fairly far away and they would most likely not hear them!
The ghost nodded to the weary crew and activated his cloak. With a whoosh, the ghost was gone, and footprints were being laid everywhere, out of nowhere! The footprints led off towards the enormous rocky hill, it was an uprising, raised ground. For on one side there was mountainous rock going diagonally. And on the other side was fairly smooth grassy area.
Zack waited patiently along with the other members. The second ghost made a post far to the right of them, and the two brother firebats had now fallen asleep. The ghost hadn't shown up for about 5 minutes now and they started to wonder where he was. Within that time Zack began to get curious, he searched out some of the mysterious characters that he did not know within the unit.
He turned to the other firebat sitting down, he was not asleep but looked dead, staring off into space!
"Hey man" he asked the firebat as he turned his head in a split second, Zack was surprised and frightened at his intimidating reaction "um, what's your name man" he asked politely.
The firebat turned his torso and grunted "my name? My name is of no concern" he exclaimed.
"Um, ok? Well look, if I or you ever get caught in a sticky situation, it's good to know your name" he explained.
The firebat gave out a relentless sigh of anger and explained "fine, my name is Jackson Bridges, I think that's all you need to know" the bushy man said. He looked to be vary muscular and strong, a bushy brown beard protruded from his lower face, and huge eyebrows crashed into Zack's heart. Intimidating indeed, Zack was lucky this man was on his side and not against him, he wouldn't want to get into an argument with him.
Zack turned to his other companion marine, she was a women, and looked to be a fairly strong one to. Though she had a slight charm to her features. He was about to ask her, her name when the ghost appeared to greet them yet again. He came out of nowhere with another whoosh of his magic invisible device he just popped up. Zack looked up at the crouching ghost above him. The marines had taken cover behind a natural foxhole, something you don't see every day!
"Alright, I think my theory would prove good enough, but keep it down, one of the guards is asleep and the other one is near to it. If we aren't quiet, they might hear us. We will move in between these rocks, keep your head down and spread out. Move out!" he quickly explained. What, so soon Zack thought? He almost went into another mental break down but knew he had to push onto the valley.
They moved out one at a time, remembering their training and not sticking too close together. They were far away from each other just enough so that they could see one another. They would move onto a rock, stop for 5 seconds, and then move on. Their gauss rifles were at the helm, their wits and fears were both about them. They had not had much to eat since the last stop.
Zack stopped yet again behind a large rock. He was frightened to go out, he thought the guard had spotted him. It was just a thought though, he couldn't notice if he could see him from his point anyways. But he was curious enough to find out. He thumbled through his utility belt and plucked the night vision binoculars out. Zack peered through the melding scopes, his eyes adjusting to the green illuminating light that shot out from it's holes!
The targeting sensor beeped and hummed a low sound as he scanned the area and zoomed in on his target. The sight blurred for a moment and then re- appeared. He could make out a figure, a shadowy figure until his eyes adjusted yet again. It was tall and dark. He focused hard and could make out the figure standing beside yet another figure. The first one he saw was pointing outward, almost towards their position, but it wasn't exact. The cover of darkness was working they couldn't make out exactly what was going on between these rocks. If it weren't for the mountainous area, they would not have sent out such clunky marines.
Zack quickly put away his binoculars and mad e a mad dash into a lowering of the field, behind the cover of the rising land. He noticed that many were here, was this the rally point he thought? But it was not and Zack had to aggravatingly lift himself up and begin to move again as he pushed his legs harder up the hill. Though the sentry posts had night vision goggles too, the darkness also had an effect on the and it made the confederate troops seem like a blur!
Zack was now moving completely up hill, his legs were whining and he was praying they would quiet down. His gauss rifle clunked and clinked along with his battle suit, the noises were repetitively sounding inside his brain. The ammo comp on the right side of his weapon blinked 1000. His rounds were full and his muscles were aching. His feet were sore but the meds numbed it. Confederate marines are recruited for tough situations and withstanding a long period of torturous travel. That is why the confederate battle suit had specific medications designed for keeping their stamina up.
Finally, they had reached the hill, and it was a large hill at that! The marines ran through a now flattening surface and a narrow open passageway with in the hill. It was like a natural trench. They stopped at a perfect attack position and began to drop like flies down on a smaller hill for cover. And at that point, they waited yet again. They were not seen and all in one piece. Although a few men still needed to catch up, they were all fairly safe, for the most part!
The ghost walked up behind them, crouching in every step. He laid down his body against the cold hard dirt ground and began to speak into a radio.
"Alright command, we're in" he explained to a siege barrage situated within the trees, along with supporting troops, once they started to begin firing sequence. "We are now fully deployed and ready for attack, we await your orders to infiltrate" he explained.
The voice responded over the com system with a crunching sound and began to speak "alright, good work Smith, you are beginning to prove your worth, we are beginning siege within a minute" he explained as the radio shut off.
The lieutenant turned to his unit and began to speak to them "alright crew, we've gotten this far, now once they begin sieging the standard sequence is usually air strike, but since we're both encamped hear for the time being, the second sequence is retaliation and recon" he explained. "Once they move their offensive troops out on the field, we will begin to infiltrate, we are going to move down this hill and into the camp bellow. Ghosts go in first then we will bring in the marines. The Firebats will take cover with me and Jake's ( Jake's, now Zack remembered the right hand man of a ghost, his name was Jake's ) me and Jake's will cover the marines and eventually go in for infiltration, if we're lucky, we won't have to do any shooting before we move into the buildings" he said with a grin.
Suddenly Zack heard a scream from his right side, it was ear piercing. At first he did not realize what it was but quickly focused in on the huge explosion following shortly after, the siege had begun! The ghost listened carefully for a the radio to go on. The others were noticeably terrified and Zack's ears were about to bleed. He waited for a while and began to notice men flooding from under the earth, it was opening up! Zack did not realize it at first but they had trap doors situated underneath the ground, like rats in holes. Men flew from under the earth, some running into fireballs, others making it past the field but all were damaged in one way or another.
Zack was waiting with both anticipation, and regret. If he did this, it could endanger everything he had gone through, it could endanger his life. He didn't want to loose that, not at all. He was vary scared and suddenly heard a 'ccchhh' sound from the radio in response.
"Alright lieutenant, move your men out" explained the invisible voice over the com.
Well, well, well, looks like Zack might be in trouble. So keep on reading AND KEEP ON REVIEWING because this is getting on my nerves.
06.11, Friday
Zack was free, at last, he was free, free from worrying about dying and war! But it wasn't over yet, there was still another battle to be won, he had to keep fighting along with all other troops in the area to destroy this ruined base of Demark, even if it meant loosing his own life.
Zack heard a great man once say that the lives of the many, out-way the lives of the few! And that was exactly what was trudging through Zack's mind at this point and time as he descended down the halls of the now abandoned command center, men and women walking by his steppes, they all looked like drones from a glance but Zack new they were much more then that, they were, his brothers and sisters now. He had survived battle with them, killed with them, even died with them, and that was something worth much more than a simple friendly introduction, it was worth a lifetime of lifetimes.
Zack was still in uniform, his space marine boots clunked against the hard shiny surface of the rebel structure. He could hear his footsteps melding into the continuous sound tens of other confederate military personnel, scurrying along the floor of the military establishment. It was nightfall and the battle had simmered down. Though the thought of the battle before was still embedded into his brain, burning through his consciousness, continually mocking his every move!
He pushed the evil thoughts back, back into the dark recesses of his still tortured mind. He yelled at it, he tried to tame it, though it could not be tamed. The guilt and heavyhearted feeling could be seen on Zack's face as he walked down the halls. He stumbled, even groaned at the disturbing thoughts, his face was turning red with anger, his lips cringed, his hair stood on it's end as he gave a burst of a yell into virgin air.
The companions beside him returned this yell as an awkward expression of self, and in return shot an awkward expression on their faces back to the blushing and embarrassed soldier. Zack new it, everyone that was within 5 yards of him new it, this was the strangest expression that Zack had gave out in his life, and he was flushed with embarrassment!
He tried to numb the feeling by whistling, even looking away! But strangely, it did not matter to the rest of the crew for they had just experienced a side effect of war and were vary prepared for it. In return, they looked down in shame and sadness.
Zack was surprised, he had not seen this come out of the hearts of humans for quite some time, mostly in this situation they would insult, gloat, or make fun of Zack's situation. I guess humanity has several different face when it comes to several different situations he thought to himself.
Well Zack had almost reached mysterious destination, it was that of a ready room and tactical operations center, they were preparing for yet another assault and those that would be available for the job ( meaning fit and not shot ) would be forced to fight for their freedom and god given right to live. Though that was what the big heads only said to lighten the mood, they really just wanted them to die like cattle to a slaughter, only for their own survival benefits, Zack was not so dumb as to believe that crap that rolled off of the tongues of those strategists and recruiters!
Zack entered the dark room, where almost all personnel that lay there were dressed and out of uniform. Why he thought to himself, why were THEY without battle armor and he had to squeeze through these tiny doors just to see what was commencing! The tactician was about to speak as Zack realized that he was tricked into guard duty, not informed of the relieving that had taken place before!
"Fellow Terran soldiers, and survivors for the most part, we have been brought here today for the most obvious of reasons, to fight off this plague of rebels and thieves, to rid the world of all retaliating thoughts and feelings, to help us as humans live better lives and freedoms that we so deeply enjoy" he explained with a fake smirk approaching from his lips.
Zack looked at the man under his helmet, he wanted to begin thinking how much of a liar this man was but the only thing that was running through his mind at that point and time was when he would be able to ditch this aching battle suit.
"Now at exactly 0800 hours we will be departing and deploying out onto the field. We have begun to make base camp here and our constructors are busily working on defenses and structures. You shall all be assigned to your posts once we leave this room, report to your command officer in charge of your unit, and if there have been any casualties with in that unit (which there most likely have) you will report to command ops immediately to receive new orders and attachments, that is all, dismissed."
At the moment the man explained the plan, all men and women in the room were lifted up by their legs and ascended to their designated areas. Up flights of stairs, down flights of stairs, down corridors and long hallways, they were all apart of a simbiont circle which resided with in the construction of winning this battle. If one man does not do his absolute best, it could mean disaster for the movement.
Zack halted where he stood for he noticed that all the people around him had stopped in front of the commanding officer.
"Alright ladies, I've been given orders for the first lines of assault" he explained as Zack gave a loud exasperated gulp. "We will depart 1 hour before the rest of the attack, hold a position, and wait there for artillery fire to drop in" he explained as he pulled out a small, messily drawn map from his utility belt. "Our position will be situated hear, on this uprising, from there we can make an accurate read out of the enemy's base camp. The camp is a small one, but it is completed with a subterranean barracks that is supposedly holding many men and supplies in it. It also has a small command center, armories, several supply depots, and a factory. We are supposed to wait for the distraction of artillery fire, and infiltrate, you will have further orders once we reach the plateau" he explained as the group of troops finally let out a gasp of breath, his speech was finally over!
One last question appeared from an operative "Sir, what type of unit shall we be departing in sir?" he asked the lieutenant as he turned around for the answer.
"We will be deploying with a unit of 2 ghosts, 3 firebats, and marines, you will be one of them son I suggest you gear up!" he exclaimed.
"Sir yes sir" shouted out the curious operative.
"Alright men, gear up and move out" he explained as all men and women in the huddled group fell apart like an explosion and branched off into different areas of the constructing base camp.
Zack headed out the main doors and into the supply depot nearest him, it was where most were going to get standard supplies. Food rations, weapons, ammo, range devices, these were all fairly important things that one would use for a recon mission, though the food wasn't too necessary, if you didn't kill, you would most likely get killed, that was the way a recon mission went for a marine. They had to be extra careful not to give away their position! Though he had nothing to fear, the psionicly enhanced super warriors of ghosts would aid them in battle.
* * *
Zack had departed a fairly long time ago, the attack point was not vary far away, and there were scouts laid across the whole battlefield. Even though they had the cover of nightfall, if Zack wasn't careful, he could get shot by an enemy sniper or blown up by a vulture, or worse!
The unit of 12 set off across the scorched field, Zack did not know all their names for he could not remember them too well, a side-effect of the adrenaline rush. He knew 2 of the fire bats, he well knew one of the ghosts, and several of the marines. The 2 firebat's names were Jason and Daniel's, although he didn't know their first names for the military always calls them by their last. The ghost's name was Smith and he knew all of the marines but one. They were Stackhouse, Johnson, Marel, David's, Fargo, and Ellin's.
Stackhouse was an 'in-shape' man, he was at least 20, or so Zack thought, he was from earth and didn't talk much to the people he didn't know, he kept to himself a lot, following orders and not talking back to his superiors! Johnson was actually a medic in descise, although she held a gauss rifle. She was from the confederate outposts on Mara Sara and was vary annoying, she would never take a breath. Zack didn't know much about Marel just that he was big and should have been in the firebat's assault group, but he preferred Marine Corps. Zack barely knew anything about David's just that he looked like a rat and was most likely from a bad part of earth. Fargo and Ellin's were friends, they had been hear on this planet for a long time and had survived through a few of the battles.
The firebat's that he knew were both colored men, they were also brothers, and did not talk to each other too often, but when they did it usually turned into confrontation. And the ghost, well, who couldn't know the ghost, he was in command of the unit, and didn't take shit from any lower ranking officers. If they talked back to him, he would retaliate like a bat out of hell. He was from Antiga prime, and did a lot of time in some of the containment facilities there, he had gone through extensive neural treatment, and remembered faint thoughts of his family. The other ghost was his right hand man, but Zack didn't know his name.
The group walked on for 3 hours until the lieutenant pointed out the hill where they would be attacking from! They were vary far away, hidden by the trees, in front of them was a rock hilly area and the largest hill was right in front of the base camp. They could barely see what he was pointing at. Good thing to, for the base camp had about 4 scout towers surrounding it. The lieutenant turned to the unit and began to speak.
"Alright group, we are to hold hear until I scout out the area and find a suitable path for us to deploy from. I believe that the outpost over there is situated behind the hill so much, that if we are to make our way around through the middle between the other one on that side" he explained as he pointed to the other one near the trees on his right " we can pass them just enough so, so that we can sneak through the dark" he explained.
The unit was confused, they didn't know realy what to do but understood what the man was saying. He had a good plan, though it would be harder for the marines, their bionic legs gave them away at time of recon. But the outposts were fairly far away and they would most likely not hear them!
The ghost nodded to the weary crew and activated his cloak. With a whoosh, the ghost was gone, and footprints were being laid everywhere, out of nowhere! The footprints led off towards the enormous rocky hill, it was an uprising, raised ground. For on one side there was mountainous rock going diagonally. And on the other side was fairly smooth grassy area.
Zack waited patiently along with the other members. The second ghost made a post far to the right of them, and the two brother firebats had now fallen asleep. The ghost hadn't shown up for about 5 minutes now and they started to wonder where he was. Within that time Zack began to get curious, he searched out some of the mysterious characters that he did not know within the unit.
He turned to the other firebat sitting down, he was not asleep but looked dead, staring off into space!
"Hey man" he asked the firebat as he turned his head in a split second, Zack was surprised and frightened at his intimidating reaction "um, what's your name man" he asked politely.
The firebat turned his torso and grunted "my name? My name is of no concern" he exclaimed.
"Um, ok? Well look, if I or you ever get caught in a sticky situation, it's good to know your name" he explained.
The firebat gave out a relentless sigh of anger and explained "fine, my name is Jackson Bridges, I think that's all you need to know" the bushy man said. He looked to be vary muscular and strong, a bushy brown beard protruded from his lower face, and huge eyebrows crashed into Zack's heart. Intimidating indeed, Zack was lucky this man was on his side and not against him, he wouldn't want to get into an argument with him.
Zack turned to his other companion marine, she was a women, and looked to be a fairly strong one to. Though she had a slight charm to her features. He was about to ask her, her name when the ghost appeared to greet them yet again. He came out of nowhere with another whoosh of his magic invisible device he just popped up. Zack looked up at the crouching ghost above him. The marines had taken cover behind a natural foxhole, something you don't see every day!
"Alright, I think my theory would prove good enough, but keep it down, one of the guards is asleep and the other one is near to it. If we aren't quiet, they might hear us. We will move in between these rocks, keep your head down and spread out. Move out!" he quickly explained. What, so soon Zack thought? He almost went into another mental break down but knew he had to push onto the valley.
They moved out one at a time, remembering their training and not sticking too close together. They were far away from each other just enough so that they could see one another. They would move onto a rock, stop for 5 seconds, and then move on. Their gauss rifles were at the helm, their wits and fears were both about them. They had not had much to eat since the last stop.
Zack stopped yet again behind a large rock. He was frightened to go out, he thought the guard had spotted him. It was just a thought though, he couldn't notice if he could see him from his point anyways. But he was curious enough to find out. He thumbled through his utility belt and plucked the night vision binoculars out. Zack peered through the melding scopes, his eyes adjusting to the green illuminating light that shot out from it's holes!
The targeting sensor beeped and hummed a low sound as he scanned the area and zoomed in on his target. The sight blurred for a moment and then re- appeared. He could make out a figure, a shadowy figure until his eyes adjusted yet again. It was tall and dark. He focused hard and could make out the figure standing beside yet another figure. The first one he saw was pointing outward, almost towards their position, but it wasn't exact. The cover of darkness was working they couldn't make out exactly what was going on between these rocks. If it weren't for the mountainous area, they would not have sent out such clunky marines.
Zack quickly put away his binoculars and mad e a mad dash into a lowering of the field, behind the cover of the rising land. He noticed that many were here, was this the rally point he thought? But it was not and Zack had to aggravatingly lift himself up and begin to move again as he pushed his legs harder up the hill. Though the sentry posts had night vision goggles too, the darkness also had an effect on the and it made the confederate troops seem like a blur!
Zack was now moving completely up hill, his legs were whining and he was praying they would quiet down. His gauss rifle clunked and clinked along with his battle suit, the noises were repetitively sounding inside his brain. The ammo comp on the right side of his weapon blinked 1000. His rounds were full and his muscles were aching. His feet were sore but the meds numbed it. Confederate marines are recruited for tough situations and withstanding a long period of torturous travel. That is why the confederate battle suit had specific medications designed for keeping their stamina up.
Finally, they had reached the hill, and it was a large hill at that! The marines ran through a now flattening surface and a narrow open passageway with in the hill. It was like a natural trench. They stopped at a perfect attack position and began to drop like flies down on a smaller hill for cover. And at that point, they waited yet again. They were not seen and all in one piece. Although a few men still needed to catch up, they were all fairly safe, for the most part!
The ghost walked up behind them, crouching in every step. He laid down his body against the cold hard dirt ground and began to speak into a radio.
"Alright command, we're in" he explained to a siege barrage situated within the trees, along with supporting troops, once they started to begin firing sequence. "We are now fully deployed and ready for attack, we await your orders to infiltrate" he explained.
The voice responded over the com system with a crunching sound and began to speak "alright, good work Smith, you are beginning to prove your worth, we are beginning siege within a minute" he explained as the radio shut off.
The lieutenant turned to his unit and began to speak to them "alright crew, we've gotten this far, now once they begin sieging the standard sequence is usually air strike, but since we're both encamped hear for the time being, the second sequence is retaliation and recon" he explained. "Once they move their offensive troops out on the field, we will begin to infiltrate, we are going to move down this hill and into the camp bellow. Ghosts go in first then we will bring in the marines. The Firebats will take cover with me and Jake's ( Jake's, now Zack remembered the right hand man of a ghost, his name was Jake's ) me and Jake's will cover the marines and eventually go in for infiltration, if we're lucky, we won't have to do any shooting before we move into the buildings" he said with a grin.
Suddenly Zack heard a scream from his right side, it was ear piercing. At first he did not realize what it was but quickly focused in on the huge explosion following shortly after, the siege had begun! The ghost listened carefully for a the radio to go on. The others were noticeably terrified and Zack's ears were about to bleed. He waited for a while and began to notice men flooding from under the earth, it was opening up! Zack did not realize it at first but they had trap doors situated underneath the ground, like rats in holes. Men flew from under the earth, some running into fireballs, others making it past the field but all were damaged in one way or another.
Zack was waiting with both anticipation, and regret. If he did this, it could endanger everything he had gone through, it could endanger his life. He didn't want to loose that, not at all. He was vary scared and suddenly heard a 'ccchhh' sound from the radio in response.
"Alright lieutenant, move your men out" explained the invisible voice over the com.
Well, well, well, looks like Zack might be in trouble. So keep on reading AND KEEP ON REVIEWING because this is getting on my nerves.