Fort Triggering
--An Advance Wars Fan Fiction by StarFoxRocks--
Chapter II: Blue Moon
In the woods, a small campfire lit the night with its orange-ish glow. Commanding Officer Olaf sat by the fire on a log, his Officers watching him.
"What would the plan be?" asked one of the Majors.
"Let me concentrate," Olaf said grumpily.
"We've done that for the past few hours," muttered another soldier.
"Silence, Private," a voice said.
The soldiers turned. It was Colonel William Grant, one of Olaf's best Commanders. He was rumored of having a Promotion to CO, but it hasn't happened quite yet.
His brown hair was neatly combed. He wore a black army hat like those of the Revolutionary War. His eyes were a deep blue, but they were cold.
"What is it now, Grant?" muttered the Private.
"If you must know," Colonel Grant said. "I have a plan."
"Lay it on me," Olaf said. "I'm all ears."
"I think we need to send our forces to the nearest Town, then to the next, and the next until they are all conquered. Then we make our way to this Fort Trigger, or whatever, once we have more forces, and attack until we declare victory. Who's with me?"
"I second the motion," Olaf said. "Come on, troops! Stick to it! Coates?"
The Private sighed. "If I must."
"Good man," William said. "Anyone else?"
---
"So, let me get this straight," Dillon Krazer said. "We're attacking when?"
"Tomorrow Afternoon," Olaf explained. "It was Grant's idea. Go ask him."
The Philippine Sergeant scratched his head. "Isn't that a little too early? We did just arrive, after all."
"Dear man," William said, walking by. "Have you forgotten of the army we brought along."
"Well, yes..." Dillon took a glance at the lines of Tanks, both small and Medium. "But... still, we may be taking it too early."
"Hesitant..." Grant sighed. "Honestly, I don't know how he made Sergeant."
Walking off to his tent, the Colonel held his head high into the air, taking off his hat. Olaf turned and made way for his own.
"Its called rewards from Combat Skills," Krazer muttered. "You should try it sometime again."
---
It was near midnight. The only people awake were Jack, Crystian, and Seth James, the one who was pummeled by Max. He had red hair, and his eyes were black. His nose was rather long, and it took effect into his face, making it long as well.
"Man, that hurt," he was muttering. "But, as you can tell, I'm... kinda used to it..."
Crystian had his reading glasses on, and was silently reading a book. Jack himself was rather sleepy, but didn't feel like going to bed. Sam would have stayed up, but he insisted on going to bed early that night.
"I have to prep up for Training tomorrow," he said. "I have to take the sniper test, and I'm not very good at sniping when I sleep in late."
"You know," Seth was saying. "Theres a servere lack of women in the infantry department."
"Yeah, I've noticed that too," Crystian said, not taking his eyes from his book. Jack said nothing.
"Why so quiet, Jack?" Seth asked.
"Maybe I don't like talking much at night," Jack muttered. "It makes me sleepy."
Crystian lowered his book to glance at Jack. "You look too sleepy as it is," he said. "You should get to bed."
"You're probably right," Jack admitted. "Whatever. See you all tomorrow."
He stood, stretched, and walked down the hallway to his room.
--An Advance Wars Fan Fiction by StarFoxRocks--
Chapter II: Blue Moon
In the woods, a small campfire lit the night with its orange-ish glow. Commanding Officer Olaf sat by the fire on a log, his Officers watching him.
"What would the plan be?" asked one of the Majors.
"Let me concentrate," Olaf said grumpily.
"We've done that for the past few hours," muttered another soldier.
"Silence, Private," a voice said.
The soldiers turned. It was Colonel William Grant, one of Olaf's best Commanders. He was rumored of having a Promotion to CO, but it hasn't happened quite yet.
His brown hair was neatly combed. He wore a black army hat like those of the Revolutionary War. His eyes were a deep blue, but they were cold.
"What is it now, Grant?" muttered the Private.
"If you must know," Colonel Grant said. "I have a plan."
"Lay it on me," Olaf said. "I'm all ears."
"I think we need to send our forces to the nearest Town, then to the next, and the next until they are all conquered. Then we make our way to this Fort Trigger, or whatever, once we have more forces, and attack until we declare victory. Who's with me?"
"I second the motion," Olaf said. "Come on, troops! Stick to it! Coates?"
The Private sighed. "If I must."
"Good man," William said. "Anyone else?"
---
"So, let me get this straight," Dillon Krazer said. "We're attacking when?"
"Tomorrow Afternoon," Olaf explained. "It was Grant's idea. Go ask him."
The Philippine Sergeant scratched his head. "Isn't that a little too early? We did just arrive, after all."
"Dear man," William said, walking by. "Have you forgotten of the army we brought along."
"Well, yes..." Dillon took a glance at the lines of Tanks, both small and Medium. "But... still, we may be taking it too early."
"Hesitant..." Grant sighed. "Honestly, I don't know how he made Sergeant."
Walking off to his tent, the Colonel held his head high into the air, taking off his hat. Olaf turned and made way for his own.
"Its called rewards from Combat Skills," Krazer muttered. "You should try it sometime again."
---
It was near midnight. The only people awake were Jack, Crystian, and Seth James, the one who was pummeled by Max. He had red hair, and his eyes were black. His nose was rather long, and it took effect into his face, making it long as well.
"Man, that hurt," he was muttering. "But, as you can tell, I'm... kinda used to it..."
Crystian had his reading glasses on, and was silently reading a book. Jack himself was rather sleepy, but didn't feel like going to bed. Sam would have stayed up, but he insisted on going to bed early that night.
"I have to prep up for Training tomorrow," he said. "I have to take the sniper test, and I'm not very good at sniping when I sleep in late."
"You know," Seth was saying. "Theres a servere lack of women in the infantry department."
"Yeah, I've noticed that too," Crystian said, not taking his eyes from his book. Jack said nothing.
"Why so quiet, Jack?" Seth asked.
"Maybe I don't like talking much at night," Jack muttered. "It makes me sleepy."
Crystian lowered his book to glance at Jack. "You look too sleepy as it is," he said. "You should get to bed."
"You're probably right," Jack admitted. "Whatever. See you all tomorrow."
He stood, stretched, and walked down the hallway to his room.