Wars of the Future and Beyond
Started: January, January 29, 2004
Disclaimer: The characters on the story belong to Electronic Arts, no intentional infringements of copyright are intended through their use.
Chapter 1: The Serpent Awakes
Bagdad,Iraq 1126 Hours DST
"Juziz, this is Jarmen, do you read me? Over." ]
Juziz picked up the receiver of his radio and replied in a hoarse voice,
"Only too well, Jarmen, I cannot see you, what is your location, and do you spy the convoy yet? Over."
Jarmen Kell took no longer than ten seconds to comply, "Juziz, according to my radar vans, The convoy is no longer than three hundred meters away, my Technicals and Scorpions are now armed, ready for your orders...Seriously in the name of Allah, you cannot see me? Over."
Juziz grimaced and clicked the button of the receiver, "Ok, I give, I have to say that you are as sneaky as Prince Kassad. Anyway, when the infidels reach the thirty-metre mark, you know what to do.
"Alright, if only I had some Marauders and SCUD launchers with me...Over and out." Jarmen grumbled through the radio and replaced the receiver.
Juziz took a bottle of gin and sipped it in silence...He wondered, "Where is Dr. Thrax?"
Meanwhile, in a secret GLA base north of Tikirit...
Dr. Thrax looked up at the sky as yet another cargo plane fall from the sky engulfed in smoke. He muttered under his rancid breath, "That makes seventeen...The Technicals better be there to get the goodies..." Dr.Thrax regretted that he would give bottles of gin to the crews of the Quad Canons stationed around him if they manage to shoot down thirty cargo planes.
He had half his face covered with a dusty red cloth to conceal his face, deformed by years of research with toxins. Blisters of various sizes recently invaded his hands because a fortnight earlier, he had accidentally spilled some of his newly created Anthrax Delta; traces of the fluorescent yellow toxin were still seen on his bony knuckles.
To others, it could mean death in a matter of seconds unless treated by his antidotes, which negate his poisons' effects, especially death. But to him, his loyal Toxin Rebels, and the operators of the Toxin Network, it was nothing for they themselves use the toxins against their enemies.
Dr Thrax made himself comfortable with a looted beach chair and watched Omar reporting news on TV, also looted. In order to reach his channel, they must have a special adapter before they could tune in. Everyone knew that Juziz has self-destruct mechanism which could explode within fifty seconds placed in them so that Omar could transmit his news with ease for no American knew the disarming code which negates the timed detonation.
"Hmm...Omar sure does look smart in that suit, but I'd still prefer him to don his war clothes complete with that bulletproof vest...What do you think?"
"Either way is fine, my dear Krishnan..." replied a familiar voice from nowhere, almost causing Dr.Thrax to choke on his gin. He looked up and made out the shadowy figure of a man, definitely taller then his five-feet- half-tall height. The man held a rifle similar to Jarmen Kell's weapon of choice, but he was away in Baghdad, discreetly defending the line with sneaky men like him.
But only a few people knew his real name, Dr. Krishnan Rajah only his close peers would know it...Juziz was also in Baghdad aiding Jarmen and at this time, they would not even have the time to watch Omar news casting. Jarkar was somewhere in Europe assaulting American forces, Omar had resigned his career as a strategist and helped the GLA report news and inspiring messages to keep their morale up. Narfil has gone to see the Higher Order regarding recent news of American armor, along with Chinese infantry grouping themselves for attacks in Iraq, where he is...
Now Dr. Thrax has two things to worry and think about, the more important one, whether the news of the fortified Allied armies were true, and the less important one, who this man was. "It seems that you are pondering who I am... Maybe this will help...I come and go like the shadows of nightfall, hardly seen by many, and fly like the wind, swift and silent, when I wish to..." That iced it, "Prince Kassad, No doubt that you went through my scouts unseen nor unheard, for none had told me of your arrival."
"I thank you for your commendation, but I bring urgent news, and it is unnecessary to cause panic among your men just yet. We must leave this base by nightfall, for the Allied forces, take what you need, my men and I will hide all traces of retreat and the base itself."
"That means that the news are true."
"Indeed, Oh, I forgot, Narfil has returned."
"So named equal of the infidel Alexander, US Super Weapon General eh?"
"To be precise, our own Super Weapon General..."
"Till now, I want her head as my trophy, she destroyed thirteen of my labs and was also in charge of taking my oil fields as their own with the help of an unnamed Zionist...Grrr..."
"Judging by your tone, I predict that you are not too happy with them..."
"Ok, lets make haste or we'll be the first among the GLA to be killed. Anyway, thank you my brethren, for providing me with the news to ensure our survival."
"See you round later, my friend."
Dr. Thrax turned off the goggle box and set off to give orders once again to prepare the men to move their operations elsewhere while the workers under Kassad's command, started to carry out their new orders to deconstruct the base...
Maybe, after all, he would not need to buy five more crates of gin at the black market for the Quad Canons' crews. And so he made it a point to buy just one new bottle for himself...
Started: January, January 29, 2004
Disclaimer: The characters on the story belong to Electronic Arts, no intentional infringements of copyright are intended through their use.
Chapter 1: The Serpent Awakes
Bagdad,Iraq 1126 Hours DST
"Juziz, this is Jarmen, do you read me? Over." ]
Juziz picked up the receiver of his radio and replied in a hoarse voice,
"Only too well, Jarmen, I cannot see you, what is your location, and do you spy the convoy yet? Over."
Jarmen Kell took no longer than ten seconds to comply, "Juziz, according to my radar vans, The convoy is no longer than three hundred meters away, my Technicals and Scorpions are now armed, ready for your orders...Seriously in the name of Allah, you cannot see me? Over."
Juziz grimaced and clicked the button of the receiver, "Ok, I give, I have to say that you are as sneaky as Prince Kassad. Anyway, when the infidels reach the thirty-metre mark, you know what to do.
"Alright, if only I had some Marauders and SCUD launchers with me...Over and out." Jarmen grumbled through the radio and replaced the receiver.
Juziz took a bottle of gin and sipped it in silence...He wondered, "Where is Dr. Thrax?"
Meanwhile, in a secret GLA base north of Tikirit...
Dr. Thrax looked up at the sky as yet another cargo plane fall from the sky engulfed in smoke. He muttered under his rancid breath, "That makes seventeen...The Technicals better be there to get the goodies..." Dr.Thrax regretted that he would give bottles of gin to the crews of the Quad Canons stationed around him if they manage to shoot down thirty cargo planes.
He had half his face covered with a dusty red cloth to conceal his face, deformed by years of research with toxins. Blisters of various sizes recently invaded his hands because a fortnight earlier, he had accidentally spilled some of his newly created Anthrax Delta; traces of the fluorescent yellow toxin were still seen on his bony knuckles.
To others, it could mean death in a matter of seconds unless treated by his antidotes, which negate his poisons' effects, especially death. But to him, his loyal Toxin Rebels, and the operators of the Toxin Network, it was nothing for they themselves use the toxins against their enemies.
Dr Thrax made himself comfortable with a looted beach chair and watched Omar reporting news on TV, also looted. In order to reach his channel, they must have a special adapter before they could tune in. Everyone knew that Juziz has self-destruct mechanism which could explode within fifty seconds placed in them so that Omar could transmit his news with ease for no American knew the disarming code which negates the timed detonation.
"Hmm...Omar sure does look smart in that suit, but I'd still prefer him to don his war clothes complete with that bulletproof vest...What do you think?"
"Either way is fine, my dear Krishnan..." replied a familiar voice from nowhere, almost causing Dr.Thrax to choke on his gin. He looked up and made out the shadowy figure of a man, definitely taller then his five-feet- half-tall height. The man held a rifle similar to Jarmen Kell's weapon of choice, but he was away in Baghdad, discreetly defending the line with sneaky men like him.
But only a few people knew his real name, Dr. Krishnan Rajah only his close peers would know it...Juziz was also in Baghdad aiding Jarmen and at this time, they would not even have the time to watch Omar news casting. Jarkar was somewhere in Europe assaulting American forces, Omar had resigned his career as a strategist and helped the GLA report news and inspiring messages to keep their morale up. Narfil has gone to see the Higher Order regarding recent news of American armor, along with Chinese infantry grouping themselves for attacks in Iraq, where he is...
Now Dr. Thrax has two things to worry and think about, the more important one, whether the news of the fortified Allied armies were true, and the less important one, who this man was. "It seems that you are pondering who I am... Maybe this will help...I come and go like the shadows of nightfall, hardly seen by many, and fly like the wind, swift and silent, when I wish to..." That iced it, "Prince Kassad, No doubt that you went through my scouts unseen nor unheard, for none had told me of your arrival."
"I thank you for your commendation, but I bring urgent news, and it is unnecessary to cause panic among your men just yet. We must leave this base by nightfall, for the Allied forces, take what you need, my men and I will hide all traces of retreat and the base itself."
"That means that the news are true."
"Indeed, Oh, I forgot, Narfil has returned."
"So named equal of the infidel Alexander, US Super Weapon General eh?"
"To be precise, our own Super Weapon General..."
"Till now, I want her head as my trophy, she destroyed thirteen of my labs and was also in charge of taking my oil fields as their own with the help of an unnamed Zionist...Grrr..."
"Judging by your tone, I predict that you are not too happy with them..."
"Ok, lets make haste or we'll be the first among the GLA to be killed. Anyway, thank you my brethren, for providing me with the news to ensure our survival."
"See you round later, my friend."
Dr. Thrax turned off the goggle box and set off to give orders once again to prepare the men to move their operations elsewhere while the workers under Kassad's command, started to carry out their new orders to deconstruct the base...
Maybe, after all, he would not need to buy five more crates of gin at the black market for the Quad Canons' crews. And so he made it a point to buy just one new bottle for himself...