Fort Triggering
--An Advance Wars Fan Fiction by StarFoxRocks--
Chapter IX: Orange Star's Victory
Jack jumped behind a rather large boulder to reload his machine gun. He had lost sight and contact with Tom and James, but had taken out groups of Blue Moon Soldiers. With luck, Orange Star would drive them out of the city and it's outskirts, making Hein safe at least for a few weeks.
He looked from behind the boulder. Troops were still dashing to and fro, shots filling the air and the occasional soldier's death.
The area was still foggy, making it harder for each side to see the other.
Jack turned back behind the rock, and finished loading a new clip into his weapon. Keeping a firm grip, Jack took a deep breath, then charged out from behind the rock, running for the nearest building, and looking for any Blue Moon Troops.
Just then, three emerged from the fog, running at him. Quickly, he raised his gun and took out two of them. The third, however, was smarter than to blindly charge through fog. His alternate wasn't very smart itself, for he dove forward and accidentally fell into a ditch, hitting his head against the wood panelling and giving him a rather nasty wound.
Jack laughed. "Fool."
A bullet whised by his head. Turning, he saw a rather larger group of Infantry heading towards the battle.
"Shit!" he jumped into the ditch by the fallen Blue Moon Soldier.
Just then three Orange Star Infantry jumped over the ditch, firing at the Blue Moon Group. One of them fell, struck by a bullet, as the other two still fired. After two casualties, the Blue Moon Group retaliated, killing both of them.
Jack saw the foolish Blue Moon troops next to him groan. Moving his head, he felt his wound.
"Ah, damn! Man! Of all the-" he turned his body over to see Jack. "Oh, shit!"
Jack grabbed the soldier and jumped out of the ditch, holding the soldier before him as a shield. Instantly the Blue Moon Troops fired, but all they hit was the soldier blocking Jack's way. When they finally had to reload, they quickly tried to grab their clips, but Jack was quicker. Throwing the bullet-riddled corpse aside, he gunned down the troops before they could blink.
---
On the other side of Hein, it was more quiet. Still foggy, though.
Olaf held his binoculars, trying to see the other side, where the battle was taking place, but he had no such luck. Lowering the binoculars, he said, "Grit, why have the artillery ceased fire?"
Grit had no answer. "Um..."
"Maybe they ran out of shells?" Sergeant Krazer spoke up.
"Possibly," Olaf said irritably. "Either that, or they were spotted."
"Impossible!" Grit said.
"Sergeant, let me see those plans?"
The phillipine man handed Olaf a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it, Olaf pointed, "See here? It says, 'unspottable.' How come they were spotted?!"
He smacked the paper back into Krazer's hands, almost knocking him down.
"There is no actual proof they actually were spotted," Grit said. "But it's likely."
"Likely," Olaf said. "What percentage, Mister Math?"
Grit sighed.
"I thought so," Olaf said.
"Sir, might I suggest not to go too rash about the artillery?" Dillon spoke up, adjusting his helmet on his smooth black hair. "After all, not every plan is perfect."
"Not perfect!" Olaf shouted. "Everything I plan is perfect! You dimwits screw it up!"
"Sir, you didn't plan anything. You just took Colonel Grant's plan and used it as your own-"
"Silence!"
Grit and Dillon exchanged glances. 'Now he's pissed,' Krazer thought.
"Listen," Olaf said slowly. "What do you hear?"
"Gunshots," Grit replied.
"Right. No explosions. Fix that next time."
Olaf turned, and walked back towards the APC nearby. Sighing, Dillon followed, then Grit.
---
After unloading the last of his clip on an unstealthy soldier, Jack once again reloaded. Looking around, he saw that the Blue Moon Forces were starting to retreat.
"Sound the retreat!" shouted a naerby Blue Moon Officer. "Move it, morons! Get out of here before these bastards get you!"
Jack saw him, then took out his rifle. The Officer was too far away, therefore didn't notice.
"Move! Move! Move!" the Officer continued. "Go go go! You don't want to get captured, do you?!"
Jack inserted a clip of bullets into the rifle, then finished loading. He took aim.
"Whoever knows what they'll do to you if you don't hurry! You'll be shot! You'll be picked off like a-"
One gunshot later, and the Officer became what he was talking about.
---
Crystian made way slowly down the hill, holding a pistol to the Artillery Operator's back as they neared the battlefield. Seeing the Orange Star Soldiers cheering, he pushed the Operator forward, making him go faster.
"I got a captive!" he called to a nearby pair of soldiers. "Take him back to Fort Triggering! We'll need to ask him questions."
Turning, he saw Jack. He ran forward. "Jack! You're okay? What happened down here?"
"Uh, nothing, I shot a bunch of people," Jack said. "Where's Ryan?"
"He's dead," Crystian said slowly. "At least he died a hero."
"Alas," Jack said, looking at the bodies of the three Orange Star soldiers, whose deaths he witnessed long ago. "Shall we go back with the others, then?"
"Uh... yeah," Crystian said. "Indeed."
They both turned and jumped across the ditch, then made way to catch up with the other Soldiers.
--An Advance Wars Fan Fiction by StarFoxRocks--
Chapter IX: Orange Star's Victory
Jack jumped behind a rather large boulder to reload his machine gun. He had lost sight and contact with Tom and James, but had taken out groups of Blue Moon Soldiers. With luck, Orange Star would drive them out of the city and it's outskirts, making Hein safe at least for a few weeks.
He looked from behind the boulder. Troops were still dashing to and fro, shots filling the air and the occasional soldier's death.
The area was still foggy, making it harder for each side to see the other.
Jack turned back behind the rock, and finished loading a new clip into his weapon. Keeping a firm grip, Jack took a deep breath, then charged out from behind the rock, running for the nearest building, and looking for any Blue Moon Troops.
Just then, three emerged from the fog, running at him. Quickly, he raised his gun and took out two of them. The third, however, was smarter than to blindly charge through fog. His alternate wasn't very smart itself, for he dove forward and accidentally fell into a ditch, hitting his head against the wood panelling and giving him a rather nasty wound.
Jack laughed. "Fool."
A bullet whised by his head. Turning, he saw a rather larger group of Infantry heading towards the battle.
"Shit!" he jumped into the ditch by the fallen Blue Moon Soldier.
Just then three Orange Star Infantry jumped over the ditch, firing at the Blue Moon Group. One of them fell, struck by a bullet, as the other two still fired. After two casualties, the Blue Moon Group retaliated, killing both of them.
Jack saw the foolish Blue Moon troops next to him groan. Moving his head, he felt his wound.
"Ah, damn! Man! Of all the-" he turned his body over to see Jack. "Oh, shit!"
Jack grabbed the soldier and jumped out of the ditch, holding the soldier before him as a shield. Instantly the Blue Moon Troops fired, but all they hit was the soldier blocking Jack's way. When they finally had to reload, they quickly tried to grab their clips, but Jack was quicker. Throwing the bullet-riddled corpse aside, he gunned down the troops before they could blink.
---
On the other side of Hein, it was more quiet. Still foggy, though.
Olaf held his binoculars, trying to see the other side, where the battle was taking place, but he had no such luck. Lowering the binoculars, he said, "Grit, why have the artillery ceased fire?"
Grit had no answer. "Um..."
"Maybe they ran out of shells?" Sergeant Krazer spoke up.
"Possibly," Olaf said irritably. "Either that, or they were spotted."
"Impossible!" Grit said.
"Sergeant, let me see those plans?"
The phillipine man handed Olaf a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it, Olaf pointed, "See here? It says, 'unspottable.' How come they were spotted?!"
He smacked the paper back into Krazer's hands, almost knocking him down.
"There is no actual proof they actually were spotted," Grit said. "But it's likely."
"Likely," Olaf said. "What percentage, Mister Math?"
Grit sighed.
"I thought so," Olaf said.
"Sir, might I suggest not to go too rash about the artillery?" Dillon spoke up, adjusting his helmet on his smooth black hair. "After all, not every plan is perfect."
"Not perfect!" Olaf shouted. "Everything I plan is perfect! You dimwits screw it up!"
"Sir, you didn't plan anything. You just took Colonel Grant's plan and used it as your own-"
"Silence!"
Grit and Dillon exchanged glances. 'Now he's pissed,' Krazer thought.
"Listen," Olaf said slowly. "What do you hear?"
"Gunshots," Grit replied.
"Right. No explosions. Fix that next time."
Olaf turned, and walked back towards the APC nearby. Sighing, Dillon followed, then Grit.
---
After unloading the last of his clip on an unstealthy soldier, Jack once again reloaded. Looking around, he saw that the Blue Moon Forces were starting to retreat.
"Sound the retreat!" shouted a naerby Blue Moon Officer. "Move it, morons! Get out of here before these bastards get you!"
Jack saw him, then took out his rifle. The Officer was too far away, therefore didn't notice.
"Move! Move! Move!" the Officer continued. "Go go go! You don't want to get captured, do you?!"
Jack inserted a clip of bullets into the rifle, then finished loading. He took aim.
"Whoever knows what they'll do to you if you don't hurry! You'll be shot! You'll be picked off like a-"
One gunshot later, and the Officer became what he was talking about.
---
Crystian made way slowly down the hill, holding a pistol to the Artillery Operator's back as they neared the battlefield. Seeing the Orange Star Soldiers cheering, he pushed the Operator forward, making him go faster.
"I got a captive!" he called to a nearby pair of soldiers. "Take him back to Fort Triggering! We'll need to ask him questions."
Turning, he saw Jack. He ran forward. "Jack! You're okay? What happened down here?"
"Uh, nothing, I shot a bunch of people," Jack said. "Where's Ryan?"
"He's dead," Crystian said slowly. "At least he died a hero."
"Alas," Jack said, looking at the bodies of the three Orange Star soldiers, whose deaths he witnessed long ago. "Shall we go back with the others, then?"
"Uh... yeah," Crystian said. "Indeed."
They both turned and jumped across the ditch, then made way to catch up with the other Soldiers.