Fort Triggering
--An Advance Wars Fan Fiction by StarFoxRocks--
Chapter XIV: Recon Retreat
"So what of the other squads?"
The recon raced through the forest path as the riders discussed.
"They should return at the same time as us," Joseph recalled.
"Assuming they weren't attacked as well," Crystian said, looking at his shoulder wound.
Suddenly, there were loud, distant bangs.
"What the hell was that?" Joseph said, looking around.
Suddenly, an artillery shell struck right in front of the recon. The explosion sent it jolting upwards into the air, then it's front crashed into the front, killing the Blue Moon Driver.
Jack, Crystian, Joseph, and Cliff were thrown into the foilage. Cliff hit his head on a tree trunk, knocking him unconcious.
"Damnit!" Jack shouted. "Blue Moon must know our path!"
"Take cover!" came Joseph's shout.
Another explosion was heard nearby. Then, a few seconds later, several more. Joseph looked from behind his tree.
"Looks like the artillery is taking a break," he said. "Come on, lets move!"
They all ducked. Joseph and Crystian crouched and moved forward. Jack dragged Cliff across the ground behind them.
As they cleared through the foilage, suddenly they were face to face with Squad Delta.
"Freeze!" Corporal Thompson shouted.
"Hold your fire, its us!" shouted Joseph.
"What the hell?" said Private Meyer.
"Joseph?" Paul lowered his weapon. Turning to his squad, he ordered them to do the same. "What the hell happened?"
"You tell us, we were struck by artillery," Crystian said.
"Um... about that..." Paul hesitated with his words.
Joseph sighed. "Okay... those were our own guys, weren't they?"
"Uh, yeah," Paul said. "I saw a Blue Moon recon racing down your path, and thought it was them making a move on the Fort. So I called for an artillery strike."
"Well, you killed the Blue Moon driver," Jack said, placing Cliff's limp form at their feet. "You also hurt Cliff. Congradulations."
"Look, I didn't know it was you!" Paul said. "It was pretty far away, I didn't see the Orange of your uniforms."
"I guess thats an excuse," Joseph muttered. "Look, we'd better get back."
---
The Orange Star lookout at the tower was watching for any of the squads. There was rustling, and he saw Squad Alpha appear down the path.
"Sergeant Bowser!" the lookout shouted. "Welcome back, men!"
"Can it, Private," Bowser said. "Just have the gates opened."
"Yes, sir!" the lookout saluted and climbed down the ladder out of sight.
---
Not long after did the other squads show up.
"Ah, Tucker, Thompson!" General Ghramn said as he approached. "How did the squads go?"
"We ran into a bit of trouble," Joseph said. "Only me, Jack, Crystian, and Cliff survive, but Cliff is unconcious. He's in the medical bay."
"I see..." Ghramn said, dissapointed. "So what of Blue Moon?"
"They're still attacking, thats for sure," Crystian spoke up.
"Yes, unfortunatly," Ghramn said, nodding. "Thats all. Go back to HQ, soldiers, you've earned your rest."
---
Paul Thompson stayed back with CO Max.
"Hey, Max," he said.
"Whats up, Paul?" Max asked.
"Well, uh, I was thinking," he started. "If Blue Moon attacks us, how will we hold them off in time for Green Earth to arrive?"
"We're not too sure ourselves, Paul," Max said. "You'd better get to HQ."
Paul nodded and walked off. Max turned to Ghramn, who was walking off as well.
"General!" he called. "I was just wondering, how are the tanks coming?"
"Just fine, Max," Ghramn said. "They should be deployed for defence for the towns, but Nell insists on keeping them for when Blue Moon attacks the Forts."
"Damn!" Max said. "I'm losing my tank touch, I need to use some!"
"You will, Max, you will..." General Ghramn adjusted his hat, and walked into the HQ Lounge, leaving Max to ponder.
--An Advance Wars Fan Fiction by StarFoxRocks--
Chapter XIV: Recon Retreat
"So what of the other squads?"
The recon raced through the forest path as the riders discussed.
"They should return at the same time as us," Joseph recalled.
"Assuming they weren't attacked as well," Crystian said, looking at his shoulder wound.
Suddenly, there were loud, distant bangs.
"What the hell was that?" Joseph said, looking around.
Suddenly, an artillery shell struck right in front of the recon. The explosion sent it jolting upwards into the air, then it's front crashed into the front, killing the Blue Moon Driver.
Jack, Crystian, Joseph, and Cliff were thrown into the foilage. Cliff hit his head on a tree trunk, knocking him unconcious.
"Damnit!" Jack shouted. "Blue Moon must know our path!"
"Take cover!" came Joseph's shout.
Another explosion was heard nearby. Then, a few seconds later, several more. Joseph looked from behind his tree.
"Looks like the artillery is taking a break," he said. "Come on, lets move!"
They all ducked. Joseph and Crystian crouched and moved forward. Jack dragged Cliff across the ground behind them.
As they cleared through the foilage, suddenly they were face to face with Squad Delta.
"Freeze!" Corporal Thompson shouted.
"Hold your fire, its us!" shouted Joseph.
"What the hell?" said Private Meyer.
"Joseph?" Paul lowered his weapon. Turning to his squad, he ordered them to do the same. "What the hell happened?"
"You tell us, we were struck by artillery," Crystian said.
"Um... about that..." Paul hesitated with his words.
Joseph sighed. "Okay... those were our own guys, weren't they?"
"Uh, yeah," Paul said. "I saw a Blue Moon recon racing down your path, and thought it was them making a move on the Fort. So I called for an artillery strike."
"Well, you killed the Blue Moon driver," Jack said, placing Cliff's limp form at their feet. "You also hurt Cliff. Congradulations."
"Look, I didn't know it was you!" Paul said. "It was pretty far away, I didn't see the Orange of your uniforms."
"I guess thats an excuse," Joseph muttered. "Look, we'd better get back."
---
The Orange Star lookout at the tower was watching for any of the squads. There was rustling, and he saw Squad Alpha appear down the path.
"Sergeant Bowser!" the lookout shouted. "Welcome back, men!"
"Can it, Private," Bowser said. "Just have the gates opened."
"Yes, sir!" the lookout saluted and climbed down the ladder out of sight.
---
Not long after did the other squads show up.
"Ah, Tucker, Thompson!" General Ghramn said as he approached. "How did the squads go?"
"We ran into a bit of trouble," Joseph said. "Only me, Jack, Crystian, and Cliff survive, but Cliff is unconcious. He's in the medical bay."
"I see..." Ghramn said, dissapointed. "So what of Blue Moon?"
"They're still attacking, thats for sure," Crystian spoke up.
"Yes, unfortunatly," Ghramn said, nodding. "Thats all. Go back to HQ, soldiers, you've earned your rest."
---
Paul Thompson stayed back with CO Max.
"Hey, Max," he said.
"Whats up, Paul?" Max asked.
"Well, uh, I was thinking," he started. "If Blue Moon attacks us, how will we hold them off in time for Green Earth to arrive?"
"We're not too sure ourselves, Paul," Max said. "You'd better get to HQ."
Paul nodded and walked off. Max turned to Ghramn, who was walking off as well.
"General!" he called. "I was just wondering, how are the tanks coming?"
"Just fine, Max," Ghramn said. "They should be deployed for defence for the towns, but Nell insists on keeping them for when Blue Moon attacks the Forts."
"Damn!" Max said. "I'm losing my tank touch, I need to use some!"
"You will, Max, you will..." General Ghramn adjusted his hat, and walked into the HQ Lounge, leaving Max to ponder.