Fort Triggering
--An Advance Wars Fan Fiction by StarFoxRocks--
Chapter X: Replotting
Blue Moon Camp - 5:57 P.M.
Olaf stood by the group of troops spread out on various sitting logs. Looking at all of them, he said, "We failed to claim Hein. We shall leave it, and go onto the next city."
"Gilbert?" Private Coates spoke up.
"Exactly," Olaf said. "Now, Captain Ramzini, seeing as your wounds are settled, you will take charge of the attack."
James' face was more handsome without the scars of battle he used to have. "Certainly, sir."
"Now," Olaf said. "We'll attack from the north and make our way through, until the Orange Star troops arrive. We have a spy in Orange Star at this very moment. He will find out any information that will help us, and then return. Anyone have any ideas on how to sucessfully claim Gilbert?"
"Beg your pardon."
William Grant made way up to where Olaf was standing by the fire.
"Yes, Colonel Grant?" Olaf said.
"I believe its time to take action," Grant said. "Clearly the troops failed under Sergeant Krazer's command, we shall see how they do under Ramzini's command."
"Yes, as you can see I already did that."
"I see," Grant looked at the troops. "And how do you think we can capture the city?"
There was silence all around.
"Well, don't you all go shouting out at once," Grant said irritably.
"Perhaps we should ambush them?" a young soldier spoke up. "You know, make it seem like we're attacking, then hide and ambush them when they arrive?"
"Excellent idea, Private," Grant said. "I like that thought."
"So when does this go down?" Grit spoke up.
"When we get more tanks and troops prepared," Colonel Grant said clearly.
"And how long will that take?" Private Coates asked.
"Depends."
The Colonel adjusted his hat on his head, then turned and headed for his living quarters.
---
It was quiet in the Orange Star Lobby as evening approached. Jack, Crystian, Seth, and several other troops sat on the chairs and couches, not saying much. Crystian was reading again, wearing his glasses.
Private Cliff Kinnear was a thin, frail man. He had moustace fuzz under his nose, and his long black hair covered the back of his head. Somehow it doesn't go over his face in any way. He, like Dillon Krazer of Blue Moon, was also Phillipine.
"So, hey, guys," he said. "Some victory, huh?"
Some people just looked at him.
"I wonder what city they'll attack next?" Cliff continued.
"Most likely Gilbert," a man finally spoke up.
"No way, its obviously gonna be Orange Star City," another said.
"They always save the more famous cities for last," muttered another.
Cliff fell silent as they discussed. Crystian glanced irritably over his book at the source of all the noise.
"Can't you guys keep it quiet? All the gunshots almost made me deaf, I don't need all the talking to help it go into effect."
"Can't you just read in your Dorm room?" Cliff asked.
"I could," Crystian said. "But the lounge has comfy couches. I get cramps reading for a long while in bed in a certain few positions..."
---
Nell observed the large map of Fort Triggering and the areas around it. The areas included Gilbert, Hein, and Orange Star City.
"So, come to a decision," General Ghramn was saying. "We either defend one city, or two, or three. However, we will be short on troops, and the outlying bases can't hold out forever without proper funding."
"So, what do we do?" Andy asked.
"We'll need to get the soliders we have," Ryan Bowser muttered. "We can't afford to have another city become victim to war."
"I see the main problem," Sami said. "They attack a city, then we find out. We usually beat them off, if they don't have tanks or armored units."
"We're screwed," Max muttered. "Face it. We're gonna lose."
"No, we are not," General Ghramn said. "We've gone too far to lose this easily. Blue Moon is going to pay for their crimes!"
"We can send infantry in the morning," Sergeant Bowser suggested. "I'll be in charge of one group, and others I will appoint."
"A good start," Nell said. "But how long will it last?"
"We can only hope the best, ma'am," Andy said.
Nell sighed. "I give permission for Sergeant Bowser's plan to go into effect. Tomorrow morning, we send out patrols."
---
Orange Star HeadQuarters Lounge - 7:59 P.M.
Corporal Paul Thompson pushed the glass doors open into the lounge. Many had left for bed. Jack, Crystian, and Cliff were still there, in a quiet conversation.
Brushing a hand through his short brown hair, Paul walked over to them. "Hey, guys! Guess what? I'm in charge of a patrol squad leaving tomorrow morning!"
"Patrol Squads?" Crystian asked.
"Oh... yeah... they're gonna talk about it tomorrow."
"What are we gonna do?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, come on, Paul! You can tell us!" Cliff said.
Paul sighed. "Okay, listen. Nell and the others aren't sure where these guys are gonna attack again, so Sergeant Bowser and three groups will patrol the areas near Gilbert and Hein to see if they're up to any funny stuff."
"Who are the other two squad leaders?" Jack questioned.
"Sergeant Bowser, and I don't know," replied Paul.
"I see," Crystian said, closing his book and standing. "Then I guess I should get to bed early, or I'll be a tired man tomorrow."
"Yeah, you two should, too," Paul said, eyeing Jack and Cliff. "You guys look tired already."
"Nah, just a few more minutes," Cliff said. "What about you, Jack?"
"Paul's right," Jack said, standing. "I need rest myself."
"Aw, man!" Cliff said, pretending to be dissapointed. "I'll be all alone!"
Jack, Crystian, and Paul went into the Infantry Dorm Hallway, leaving Cliff to sit on the couches, thinking.
---
Late at night, in the Blue Moon encampment, a dark figure stood alone by a tent. It was Colonel William Grant. He watched as another dark figure walked up to him.
"They're sending out three squads in the morning," the figure said quietly. "They'll be near Gilbert and Hein."
"Excellent," Grant said, smirking. "They'll fall right into our trap. Very well done, soldier. You've done your duty. Now get back to Fort Triggering, before they get suspicious."
--An Advance Wars Fan Fiction by StarFoxRocks--
Chapter X: Replotting
Blue Moon Camp - 5:57 P.M.
Olaf stood by the group of troops spread out on various sitting logs. Looking at all of them, he said, "We failed to claim Hein. We shall leave it, and go onto the next city."
"Gilbert?" Private Coates spoke up.
"Exactly," Olaf said. "Now, Captain Ramzini, seeing as your wounds are settled, you will take charge of the attack."
James' face was more handsome without the scars of battle he used to have. "Certainly, sir."
"Now," Olaf said. "We'll attack from the north and make our way through, until the Orange Star troops arrive. We have a spy in Orange Star at this very moment. He will find out any information that will help us, and then return. Anyone have any ideas on how to sucessfully claim Gilbert?"
"Beg your pardon."
William Grant made way up to where Olaf was standing by the fire.
"Yes, Colonel Grant?" Olaf said.
"I believe its time to take action," Grant said. "Clearly the troops failed under Sergeant Krazer's command, we shall see how they do under Ramzini's command."
"Yes, as you can see I already did that."
"I see," Grant looked at the troops. "And how do you think we can capture the city?"
There was silence all around.
"Well, don't you all go shouting out at once," Grant said irritably.
"Perhaps we should ambush them?" a young soldier spoke up. "You know, make it seem like we're attacking, then hide and ambush them when they arrive?"
"Excellent idea, Private," Grant said. "I like that thought."
"So when does this go down?" Grit spoke up.
"When we get more tanks and troops prepared," Colonel Grant said clearly.
"And how long will that take?" Private Coates asked.
"Depends."
The Colonel adjusted his hat on his head, then turned and headed for his living quarters.
---
It was quiet in the Orange Star Lobby as evening approached. Jack, Crystian, Seth, and several other troops sat on the chairs and couches, not saying much. Crystian was reading again, wearing his glasses.
Private Cliff Kinnear was a thin, frail man. He had moustace fuzz under his nose, and his long black hair covered the back of his head. Somehow it doesn't go over his face in any way. He, like Dillon Krazer of Blue Moon, was also Phillipine.
"So, hey, guys," he said. "Some victory, huh?"
Some people just looked at him.
"I wonder what city they'll attack next?" Cliff continued.
"Most likely Gilbert," a man finally spoke up.
"No way, its obviously gonna be Orange Star City," another said.
"They always save the more famous cities for last," muttered another.
Cliff fell silent as they discussed. Crystian glanced irritably over his book at the source of all the noise.
"Can't you guys keep it quiet? All the gunshots almost made me deaf, I don't need all the talking to help it go into effect."
"Can't you just read in your Dorm room?" Cliff asked.
"I could," Crystian said. "But the lounge has comfy couches. I get cramps reading for a long while in bed in a certain few positions..."
---
Nell observed the large map of Fort Triggering and the areas around it. The areas included Gilbert, Hein, and Orange Star City.
"So, come to a decision," General Ghramn was saying. "We either defend one city, or two, or three. However, we will be short on troops, and the outlying bases can't hold out forever without proper funding."
"So, what do we do?" Andy asked.
"We'll need to get the soliders we have," Ryan Bowser muttered. "We can't afford to have another city become victim to war."
"I see the main problem," Sami said. "They attack a city, then we find out. We usually beat them off, if they don't have tanks or armored units."
"We're screwed," Max muttered. "Face it. We're gonna lose."
"No, we are not," General Ghramn said. "We've gone too far to lose this easily. Blue Moon is going to pay for their crimes!"
"We can send infantry in the morning," Sergeant Bowser suggested. "I'll be in charge of one group, and others I will appoint."
"A good start," Nell said. "But how long will it last?"
"We can only hope the best, ma'am," Andy said.
Nell sighed. "I give permission for Sergeant Bowser's plan to go into effect. Tomorrow morning, we send out patrols."
---
Orange Star HeadQuarters Lounge - 7:59 P.M.
Corporal Paul Thompson pushed the glass doors open into the lounge. Many had left for bed. Jack, Crystian, and Cliff were still there, in a quiet conversation.
Brushing a hand through his short brown hair, Paul walked over to them. "Hey, guys! Guess what? I'm in charge of a patrol squad leaving tomorrow morning!"
"Patrol Squads?" Crystian asked.
"Oh... yeah... they're gonna talk about it tomorrow."
"What are we gonna do?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, come on, Paul! You can tell us!" Cliff said.
Paul sighed. "Okay, listen. Nell and the others aren't sure where these guys are gonna attack again, so Sergeant Bowser and three groups will patrol the areas near Gilbert and Hein to see if they're up to any funny stuff."
"Who are the other two squad leaders?" Jack questioned.
"Sergeant Bowser, and I don't know," replied Paul.
"I see," Crystian said, closing his book and standing. "Then I guess I should get to bed early, or I'll be a tired man tomorrow."
"Yeah, you two should, too," Paul said, eyeing Jack and Cliff. "You guys look tired already."
"Nah, just a few more minutes," Cliff said. "What about you, Jack?"
"Paul's right," Jack said, standing. "I need rest myself."
"Aw, man!" Cliff said, pretending to be dissapointed. "I'll be all alone!"
Jack, Crystian, and Paul went into the Infantry Dorm Hallway, leaving Cliff to sit on the couches, thinking.
---
Late at night, in the Blue Moon encampment, a dark figure stood alone by a tent. It was Colonel William Grant. He watched as another dark figure walked up to him.
"They're sending out three squads in the morning," the figure said quietly. "They'll be near Gilbert and Hein."
"Excellent," Grant said, smirking. "They'll fall right into our trap. Very well done, soldier. You've done your duty. Now get back to Fort Triggering, before they get suspicious."