Fort Triggering
--An Advance Wars Fan Fiction by StarFoxRocks--
Chapter VI: The Next Plan
Colonel William Grant was sitting at the campfire, thinking to himself. Meanwhile, the lower ranking Privates and Corporals sat toasting marshmellows and talking.
"...so then, I was able to pick someone off," said one of them.
"Anyone could do that, Coates," another one said.
"Yeah, but the retard stood right up after the explosions. I picked him off easily. That guy had it coming with his stupidity."
"So, you shot him in the head, Dan?"
"No, actually, the chest," the Private muttered. "But he died anyway."
"Go figure," the other man said.
---
"Are you sure we'll get a clear shot from these mountains?"
Olaf was standing in a clearing, not far from the claimed city of Fermanta. Beside him was CO Grit, and an Artillery Canon.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure," came the reply from Grit's thin lips. "My Artillery are used to shooting from far distance, mind you."
"I'm aware," Olaf said.
Sergeant Krazer walked over to the plump commander, wearing a Blue Moon hat over his black hair.
"Sir," he said. "In the medical tent, a patient would like to talk to you."
Olaf laughed. "About what?"
---
Krazer opened the tent flap for Olaf.
"His name is Captain James Ramzini," he explained. "A victim of the Fermanta battle. He says he has some information he'd like you to know."
"What does he know I don't?"
"Well, you're about to find out."
They stepped up to the man's bed.
"Captain?" Dillon said.
The weary Blue Moon captain looked up. He had neat, well attended to, fancy hair, but after the battle it had gotten messed up. His face had a scar on the right of the forehead, and below it had dried blood that had spilled before. His brown eyes showed sleepiness.
"Olaf?" he said. "Pleasure to meet you."
"What is it you want?" Olaf asked, impatient.
"You know Fort Triggering?"
"You mean the legend?"
"Its real, sir, I assure you. Most of their main armies come from there. Thats also where they contact other countries and vice versa with no communication errors whatsoever."
"And?"
"Green Earth is on its way."
Olaf stood for a second. "Damn it! How did you find this out?"
"Maybe you didn't know before, but I'm also an Orange Star Villager in Fort Triggering," Ramzini explained. "They think I'm on their side. General Ghramn made an announcement about it while I was being treated by Orange Star Medics. I told them I was shot by our troops," the Captain added with a grin.
"Very well done, Captain," Olaf said. "But now we're officially screwed. This means we'll need a change of plan..."
"Sir, might I suggest we continue our current course with just our Infantry and Mechs? Fort Triggering seems to be lacking in mechanical units. We'll save our tanks for Green Earth, when they arrive."
"An excellent point, Sergeant," Olaf responded after a moment. "I shall see to it that it works. Excuse me."
With that he turned and walked out of the tent.
"And Colonel Grant questions your reason of being Sergeant?" James asked Dillon.
---
The troops at the fireplace turned as Olaf walked before them.
"Troops! New announcement! We shall strike with infantry only. The Artillery from Grit's command will back us up from the mountains. The tanks are to be used to fend us from Green Earth, who will attempt to assist Orange Star. Only three cities remain. We'll take them all!"
--An Advance Wars Fan Fiction by StarFoxRocks--
Chapter VI: The Next Plan
Colonel William Grant was sitting at the campfire, thinking to himself. Meanwhile, the lower ranking Privates and Corporals sat toasting marshmellows and talking.
"...so then, I was able to pick someone off," said one of them.
"Anyone could do that, Coates," another one said.
"Yeah, but the retard stood right up after the explosions. I picked him off easily. That guy had it coming with his stupidity."
"So, you shot him in the head, Dan?"
"No, actually, the chest," the Private muttered. "But he died anyway."
"Go figure," the other man said.
---
"Are you sure we'll get a clear shot from these mountains?"
Olaf was standing in a clearing, not far from the claimed city of Fermanta. Beside him was CO Grit, and an Artillery Canon.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure," came the reply from Grit's thin lips. "My Artillery are used to shooting from far distance, mind you."
"I'm aware," Olaf said.
Sergeant Krazer walked over to the plump commander, wearing a Blue Moon hat over his black hair.
"Sir," he said. "In the medical tent, a patient would like to talk to you."
Olaf laughed. "About what?"
---
Krazer opened the tent flap for Olaf.
"His name is Captain James Ramzini," he explained. "A victim of the Fermanta battle. He says he has some information he'd like you to know."
"What does he know I don't?"
"Well, you're about to find out."
They stepped up to the man's bed.
"Captain?" Dillon said.
The weary Blue Moon captain looked up. He had neat, well attended to, fancy hair, but after the battle it had gotten messed up. His face had a scar on the right of the forehead, and below it had dried blood that had spilled before. His brown eyes showed sleepiness.
"Olaf?" he said. "Pleasure to meet you."
"What is it you want?" Olaf asked, impatient.
"You know Fort Triggering?"
"You mean the legend?"
"Its real, sir, I assure you. Most of their main armies come from there. Thats also where they contact other countries and vice versa with no communication errors whatsoever."
"And?"
"Green Earth is on its way."
Olaf stood for a second. "Damn it! How did you find this out?"
"Maybe you didn't know before, but I'm also an Orange Star Villager in Fort Triggering," Ramzini explained. "They think I'm on their side. General Ghramn made an announcement about it while I was being treated by Orange Star Medics. I told them I was shot by our troops," the Captain added with a grin.
"Very well done, Captain," Olaf said. "But now we're officially screwed. This means we'll need a change of plan..."
"Sir, might I suggest we continue our current course with just our Infantry and Mechs? Fort Triggering seems to be lacking in mechanical units. We'll save our tanks for Green Earth, when they arrive."
"An excellent point, Sergeant," Olaf responded after a moment. "I shall see to it that it works. Excuse me."
With that he turned and walked out of the tent.
"And Colonel Grant questions your reason of being Sergeant?" James asked Dillon.
---
The troops at the fireplace turned as Olaf walked before them.
"Troops! New announcement! We shall strike with infantry only. The Artillery from Grit's command will back us up from the mountains. The tanks are to be used to fend us from Green Earth, who will attempt to assist Orange Star. Only three cities remain. We'll take them all!"