Fort Triggering
--An Advance Wars Fan Fiction by StarFoxRocks--
Chapter XV: Assault on Blue Moon's Camp
September 8th. It was next morning, the day after the incidents in Hein and Gilbert. Joseph Tucker was promoted to Junior Sergeant for his actions and keeping his squad together.
Cliff was doing fine, he was in the Medical Bay down by the pond. During training, everyone was called to the front of the HeadQuarters. Jack saw General Ghramn standing alongside Sergeant Bowser.
"I wonder what scheme these guys have next," he muttered to Crystian as they approached.
"Its for Orange Star, Jack," Crystian muttered. "We have bad times among us right now."
"I understand that," Jack said. "But still... no reason for suicide missions."
"Actually, yes, believe it or not."
"Soldiers!" came General Ghramn's shout. "We have formulated a plan this morning. One of our scouts have spotted a Blue Moon Camp, and we decided to attack it."
He held a piece of paper before his eyes. "Now, when you hear your name, come forward. After all names are read, you all will return to training with Sergeant Rayson. Sergeant Ryan Bowser will be leading this assault, and the Co-Leader is: Junior Sergeant Joseph Tucker!"
Joseph stepped from the crowd of soldiers, stopping next to Sergeant Bowser.
"Private Quintin Armando!" shouted Ghramn. A soldier stepped from the crowd.
"Private Chris Ampton!" he yelled. Another soldier stepped out.
"Corporal Steve Billings!"
"Private Jack Brady!"
'I thought so,' Jack thought, as he stepped to the other soldiers who were picked.
"Private Joe Clemens!" General Ghramn continued. "Corporal Ray Ervant! Corporal Crystian Evans! Private Zack Ferns! Lieutenant Greg Grimendo! Private Seth James! Private Arnold Jackson! Private Tom Meyer!"
As more soldiers stepped forward into a seperate crowd, Ghramn continued still. "Lieutenant Arnold Murphy! Private James Rocco! Corporal Carl Smith! Corporal Paul Thompson! Lieutenant Fred Wilson!"
Having reached the end of the list, Ghramn folded the piece of paper up and placed it into his pocket. "The squad will deploy this very night, at around nine-thirty PM. I know a lot of you will do your best, and we all count on you to do that. Get back to training, soldiers."
---
"An attack on Blue Moon's camp?" Tom Meyer asked. He, Jack, Crystian, and James Rocco were walking back towards the training grounds. "Sounds like another suicide mission..."
"But, I guess its our only stratagy," James said.
"And for Orange Star's own good," Crystian added.
Seth joined them. "I just wanna get there and kick some Blue Moon ass..."
"You said it, Seth!" Tom said.
"Troops! Over here!" The training instructor, or one of them, Sergeant Rayson in this case, was up in an Observation Tower above the target range. "Today we'll be doing weapons training. Privates Brady, Meyer, and Jackson, go up to the sniper range and take a rifle."
Jack, Tom, and Private Jackson did as told, loading the sniper rifles once they were in their grasps.
"Brady, take aim and hit the target first. Then you, Jackson, then Meyer. Fire!"
Jack scored a bullseye, as did Jackson. But Tom didn't have such luck, but had still hit the target.
Rayson was taking notes. "Good work, you three. Now Corporal Evans, and Privates James and Clemens step up, please. Brady, Meyer, Jackson, wait at the obstacle course until everyone is done. You can practice with machine guns if you wish."
Turning back to Crystian, Seth, and Private Clemens, the drill Sergeant continued. "Alright, Evans, you fire first, then Clemens and James. Fire!"
Crystian also scored a bullseye shot. Private Clemens and Seth hit the target, Clemens only a few feet off.
"Nice job," Rayson said, writing down the records after watching them with binoculars. "Over at the obstacle course, you three. Alright, Armando, Ampton, and Rocco, move it!"
---
On the HeadQuarter's second floor, in the meeting room, Nell sat at the table. Andy, Max, and Sami were with her, as well as General Ghramn.
"The troops were assigned, ma'am," Ghramn said.
"Good..." Nell said quietly. "Lets hope this works out better than our last incidents."
"Indeed," Sami said.
"We can only hope the best, ma'am," Ghramn said.
"And, of course, rely on our soldiers," Nell said.
"I never really understood war, until now..." Andy muttered. Max said nothing, but only stared at the floor.
---
Around eight PM, the soldiers were called up. Sergeant Bowser stood before the squadron, Joseph Tucker behind him.
"Alright, men. This mission will probably be more dangerous than any one we've had before. Maybe worse. But tonight, we fight for Orange Star. For our right to live. Good luck, marines. Move out!"
The front wooden doors opened and the soldiers ran forward through the forests.
"So, where exactly is this camp of Blue Moon's?" asked Private Jackson.
"Its near the Northwest," Joseph said. "It won't take longer than fifteen minutes to arrive."
He was right. After about twelve minutes, they saw first sight of the camp. There were three Blue Moon Soldiers sitting on logs by a campfire.
"Thats one big camp," said Sergeant Bowser, looking around. Turning around, he said, "Okay, troops, listen. We'll take the right flank, and see what we can observe from there. Move, quietly now!"
Crouching, the Orange Star Squadron silently went through the night foilage. The Troops didn't hear anything, and were unaware of their presence.
"Alright, something moved in that tent over there," Sergeant Bowser said, pointing at a rather large tent. "Rocco! Go check it out!"
James had a tight grip on his rifle as he tip-toed towards the tent opening.
"Don't be noisy!" Tom whispered.
James reached the tent flap. Looking back, he saw he was not heard. Turning back to the flap, he slowly grabbed it and lifted it up.
A gunshot rang through the air, breaking the night silence. James fell dead, the victim of an instant headshot.
"They got him! Damn!" Bowser swore under his breath. "This goes to plan B: Attack!"
An explosion filled the air as the Orange Star troops ran forward. The Blue Moon soldiers at the campfire were killed instantly.
Corporal Smith crouched by the side of a tent. Looking through the small crack the tent flap did not conceal, he could easily make out James' killer. He fired his rifle, killing the Blue Moon soldier.
Unfortunatly, he did not notice the soldier sneaking up behind him. Corporal Smith was shot down by his machine gun.
Jack had lost sight of Crystian. Seeing Private Armando and Corporal Billings against another tent, he ran over and crouched beside them.
"Guys! We have to cover Wilson!" shouted Billings. Taking a look, Jack saw that Private Ferns had been shot, but was still alive. Lieutenant Wilson had taken hold of him and was dragging him to safety.
"Wilson! Over here!" shouted Private Armando.
A bullet narrowly missed the Lieutenant as he slowly made progress towards the three. Corporal Billings sniped the person who had fired.
Wilson dragged Ferns to the side of the tent with the others. Patting his shoulder, he stood and looked at the three that had covered him.
"Thanks, you three," Wilson said, before charging back into battle. Joseph ran up and saw Ferns.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Lieutenant Wilson dragged Ferns over here," Private Armando explained. "He was shot. Is he okay?"
"He'll be fine," Joseph said. "Leave him with me. You three, get moving. On with you!"
The three stood and charged, their guns ablaze. Jack left the two and ran for the tent in where James and Corporal Smith had died.
Smith's killer was still around that area. He was watching Private Ampton through his rifle while aiming down the sight. Jack heard a gunshot, looked past the side of the tent, and saw Ampton fall, struck by a bullet.
The Blue Moon soldier laughed. "Too easy," he said. Then, turning around, he ran straight into Jack. The soldier was instantly knocked unconcious by the butt of Jack's machine gun.
"Squad! In that tent over there!" Sergeant Bowser was pointing at a nearby, unoccupied tent. Jack made way across the battlefield and ran inside the tent. Private Jackson, Lieutenant Murphy, and Seth were already in there. Sergeant Bowser and Private Clemens entered shortly after.
"Okay, good job, team" Bowser said. "But we have to find anyone of high rank, A Blue Moon Officer, by chance. Got it? Fan out!"
They ran out of the tent, but as they did, Private Clemens was hit by a rifle bullet and fell to the ground.
"Ahh! Oh God! Jesus!"
Seth jumped to the ground beside him. "You okay, Joe?"
"I'm fine! Just go without me! Go!"
Seth hesitated, but got up and ran for cover behind another tent. Clemens gave his last few breaths, shuddered, then lay still.
---
The APC bounced off the bumpy hillside. Olaf was chuckling to himself.
"Are you sure we should have left Krazer like that?" asked Captain Ramzini. "I mean, for a Sergeant, he was pretty damn good at his job."
"His duties were done," Olaf muttered. "We have no further use of him."
"But, still," Grit said. "I don't think he deserves it."
"A lot of people do," Olaf said irritably. "But its not like I care, now is it?"
"We can do just fine without him," Colonel Grant said. "Besides, he was begining to slip in his duties anyway."
"Driver!" Olaf called. "Are the other APCs with us?"
"Yes, sir, they are!" came the voice of the driver in response.
"So where do we go now?" asked Grit.
"Simple," Olaf said. "Didn't I tell you that earlier this week, a squad of ours captured a base? We'll create our tanks and support there, then lay seige to Orange Star City."
"Excellent plan, sir," Grant said. "Its time to strike their most important city."
"What about Fort Triggering?" Ramzini asked.
"Most important city," Grant said. "Fort Triggering is not a city. Pay more attention, Captain."
---
Sergeant Krazer was in a rather irritated mood. Suddenly, all of these Orange Star soldiers appear and start attacking! Worse still, there was no sight of Olaf, Grit, Colonel Grant, Captain Ramzini, or even Private Coates! What the hell is happening, and where did they go?
His mind focused on something else as he shot down Corporal Ervant. Maybe they had gone on business with other bases?
Unless... they left without telling him! Why the hell not? What did he do wrong that they can't get over?
Dillon Krazer joined a group of Blue Moon soldiers firing at Orange Star troops, who were taking cover behind various tents.
---
"Surpressing fire!" shouted Corporal Billings. "Keep them busy!"
"Ervant is down!" shouted Private Jackson. "I need help over here!"
Crystian was among the two riflemen, Lieutenant Grimendo and Paul Thompson. Seeing him, Paul greeting Crystian.
"Crys!" he said. "Some battle, huh?"
"Yes," Crystian said, scoring a headshot with his rifle. "But theres no time for greetings right now, keep firing!"
Paul took aim with his rifle, but at that moment, a bullet struck Lieutenant Grimendo. It went through his body and hit Paul. He gave a cry of pain and looked at his wound, which was trickling blood.
"Ah, crap..." he fell back onto the ground.
Crystian turned. "Paul!"
Lieutenant Grimendo handed Crystian his rifle. "Here... take the ammo... you'll need it- ugh..."
A second later the Lieutenant was dead. Crystian saluted him, and stepped over to Paul, observing his wound.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"What the hell do you think?" Paul asked.
"I mean, are you dying?"
"No, I feel fine," Paul muttered in response. "I just wasn't shot before... thats all."
"Well, stay low," Crystian said. Turning back, he went over to the front of the tent and fell the the ground, looking for a soldier to pick off.
---
Sergeant Krazer smiled with satisfaction. Maybe this wouldn't go bad as much as he thought. He easily picked off that soldier, and even struck another, with the same bullet! Taking aim, he caught sight of another soldier leaning against the body of another he had recently gunned down.
At the very same moment, Crystian caught sight of Krazer aiming at Jackson. He took aim with his rifle, and pulled the trigger.
Dillon Krazer - a loyal Sergeant of Blue Moon, but that night his career was short-lived. He never saw his mistake until it was too late.
---
Jack, Lieutenant Murphy, and Private Armando were storming nearby tents, looking for any Officers to capture. Finally, in one tent, they got lucky.
As they entered, they found two officers. One of them had a pistol in his hands, and fired at Armando twice. The Private fell, dropping his machine gun. Jack gunned down the officer, while Murphy aimed at the other.
"Hands up!" he shouted. "On your knees, Blue Moon dog. On with it!"
The officer obeyed, kneeling while wrapping his hands over his head.
"Lets take this one to Tucker, Private," Murphy said. "He's watching over Ferns. Let's move!"
--An Advance Wars Fan Fiction by StarFoxRocks--
Chapter XV: Assault on Blue Moon's Camp
September 8th. It was next morning, the day after the incidents in Hein and Gilbert. Joseph Tucker was promoted to Junior Sergeant for his actions and keeping his squad together.
Cliff was doing fine, he was in the Medical Bay down by the pond. During training, everyone was called to the front of the HeadQuarters. Jack saw General Ghramn standing alongside Sergeant Bowser.
"I wonder what scheme these guys have next," he muttered to Crystian as they approached.
"Its for Orange Star, Jack," Crystian muttered. "We have bad times among us right now."
"I understand that," Jack said. "But still... no reason for suicide missions."
"Actually, yes, believe it or not."
"Soldiers!" came General Ghramn's shout. "We have formulated a plan this morning. One of our scouts have spotted a Blue Moon Camp, and we decided to attack it."
He held a piece of paper before his eyes. "Now, when you hear your name, come forward. After all names are read, you all will return to training with Sergeant Rayson. Sergeant Ryan Bowser will be leading this assault, and the Co-Leader is: Junior Sergeant Joseph Tucker!"
Joseph stepped from the crowd of soldiers, stopping next to Sergeant Bowser.
"Private Quintin Armando!" shouted Ghramn. A soldier stepped from the crowd.
"Private Chris Ampton!" he yelled. Another soldier stepped out.
"Corporal Steve Billings!"
"Private Jack Brady!"
'I thought so,' Jack thought, as he stepped to the other soldiers who were picked.
"Private Joe Clemens!" General Ghramn continued. "Corporal Ray Ervant! Corporal Crystian Evans! Private Zack Ferns! Lieutenant Greg Grimendo! Private Seth James! Private Arnold Jackson! Private Tom Meyer!"
As more soldiers stepped forward into a seperate crowd, Ghramn continued still. "Lieutenant Arnold Murphy! Private James Rocco! Corporal Carl Smith! Corporal Paul Thompson! Lieutenant Fred Wilson!"
Having reached the end of the list, Ghramn folded the piece of paper up and placed it into his pocket. "The squad will deploy this very night, at around nine-thirty PM. I know a lot of you will do your best, and we all count on you to do that. Get back to training, soldiers."
---
"An attack on Blue Moon's camp?" Tom Meyer asked. He, Jack, Crystian, and James Rocco were walking back towards the training grounds. "Sounds like another suicide mission..."
"But, I guess its our only stratagy," James said.
"And for Orange Star's own good," Crystian added.
Seth joined them. "I just wanna get there and kick some Blue Moon ass..."
"You said it, Seth!" Tom said.
"Troops! Over here!" The training instructor, or one of them, Sergeant Rayson in this case, was up in an Observation Tower above the target range. "Today we'll be doing weapons training. Privates Brady, Meyer, and Jackson, go up to the sniper range and take a rifle."
Jack, Tom, and Private Jackson did as told, loading the sniper rifles once they were in their grasps.
"Brady, take aim and hit the target first. Then you, Jackson, then Meyer. Fire!"
Jack scored a bullseye, as did Jackson. But Tom didn't have such luck, but had still hit the target.
Rayson was taking notes. "Good work, you three. Now Corporal Evans, and Privates James and Clemens step up, please. Brady, Meyer, Jackson, wait at the obstacle course until everyone is done. You can practice with machine guns if you wish."
Turning back to Crystian, Seth, and Private Clemens, the drill Sergeant continued. "Alright, Evans, you fire first, then Clemens and James. Fire!"
Crystian also scored a bullseye shot. Private Clemens and Seth hit the target, Clemens only a few feet off.
"Nice job," Rayson said, writing down the records after watching them with binoculars. "Over at the obstacle course, you three. Alright, Armando, Ampton, and Rocco, move it!"
---
On the HeadQuarter's second floor, in the meeting room, Nell sat at the table. Andy, Max, and Sami were with her, as well as General Ghramn.
"The troops were assigned, ma'am," Ghramn said.
"Good..." Nell said quietly. "Lets hope this works out better than our last incidents."
"Indeed," Sami said.
"We can only hope the best, ma'am," Ghramn said.
"And, of course, rely on our soldiers," Nell said.
"I never really understood war, until now..." Andy muttered. Max said nothing, but only stared at the floor.
---
Around eight PM, the soldiers were called up. Sergeant Bowser stood before the squadron, Joseph Tucker behind him.
"Alright, men. This mission will probably be more dangerous than any one we've had before. Maybe worse. But tonight, we fight for Orange Star. For our right to live. Good luck, marines. Move out!"
The front wooden doors opened and the soldiers ran forward through the forests.
"So, where exactly is this camp of Blue Moon's?" asked Private Jackson.
"Its near the Northwest," Joseph said. "It won't take longer than fifteen minutes to arrive."
He was right. After about twelve minutes, they saw first sight of the camp. There were three Blue Moon Soldiers sitting on logs by a campfire.
"Thats one big camp," said Sergeant Bowser, looking around. Turning around, he said, "Okay, troops, listen. We'll take the right flank, and see what we can observe from there. Move, quietly now!"
Crouching, the Orange Star Squadron silently went through the night foilage. The Troops didn't hear anything, and were unaware of their presence.
"Alright, something moved in that tent over there," Sergeant Bowser said, pointing at a rather large tent. "Rocco! Go check it out!"
James had a tight grip on his rifle as he tip-toed towards the tent opening.
"Don't be noisy!" Tom whispered.
James reached the tent flap. Looking back, he saw he was not heard. Turning back to the flap, he slowly grabbed it and lifted it up.
A gunshot rang through the air, breaking the night silence. James fell dead, the victim of an instant headshot.
"They got him! Damn!" Bowser swore under his breath. "This goes to plan B: Attack!"
An explosion filled the air as the Orange Star troops ran forward. The Blue Moon soldiers at the campfire were killed instantly.
Corporal Smith crouched by the side of a tent. Looking through the small crack the tent flap did not conceal, he could easily make out James' killer. He fired his rifle, killing the Blue Moon soldier.
Unfortunatly, he did not notice the soldier sneaking up behind him. Corporal Smith was shot down by his machine gun.
Jack had lost sight of Crystian. Seeing Private Armando and Corporal Billings against another tent, he ran over and crouched beside them.
"Guys! We have to cover Wilson!" shouted Billings. Taking a look, Jack saw that Private Ferns had been shot, but was still alive. Lieutenant Wilson had taken hold of him and was dragging him to safety.
"Wilson! Over here!" shouted Private Armando.
A bullet narrowly missed the Lieutenant as he slowly made progress towards the three. Corporal Billings sniped the person who had fired.
Wilson dragged Ferns to the side of the tent with the others. Patting his shoulder, he stood and looked at the three that had covered him.
"Thanks, you three," Wilson said, before charging back into battle. Joseph ran up and saw Ferns.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Lieutenant Wilson dragged Ferns over here," Private Armando explained. "He was shot. Is he okay?"
"He'll be fine," Joseph said. "Leave him with me. You three, get moving. On with you!"
The three stood and charged, their guns ablaze. Jack left the two and ran for the tent in where James and Corporal Smith had died.
Smith's killer was still around that area. He was watching Private Ampton through his rifle while aiming down the sight. Jack heard a gunshot, looked past the side of the tent, and saw Ampton fall, struck by a bullet.
The Blue Moon soldier laughed. "Too easy," he said. Then, turning around, he ran straight into Jack. The soldier was instantly knocked unconcious by the butt of Jack's machine gun.
"Squad! In that tent over there!" Sergeant Bowser was pointing at a nearby, unoccupied tent. Jack made way across the battlefield and ran inside the tent. Private Jackson, Lieutenant Murphy, and Seth were already in there. Sergeant Bowser and Private Clemens entered shortly after.
"Okay, good job, team" Bowser said. "But we have to find anyone of high rank, A Blue Moon Officer, by chance. Got it? Fan out!"
They ran out of the tent, but as they did, Private Clemens was hit by a rifle bullet and fell to the ground.
"Ahh! Oh God! Jesus!"
Seth jumped to the ground beside him. "You okay, Joe?"
"I'm fine! Just go without me! Go!"
Seth hesitated, but got up and ran for cover behind another tent. Clemens gave his last few breaths, shuddered, then lay still.
---
The APC bounced off the bumpy hillside. Olaf was chuckling to himself.
"Are you sure we should have left Krazer like that?" asked Captain Ramzini. "I mean, for a Sergeant, he was pretty damn good at his job."
"His duties were done," Olaf muttered. "We have no further use of him."
"But, still," Grit said. "I don't think he deserves it."
"A lot of people do," Olaf said irritably. "But its not like I care, now is it?"
"We can do just fine without him," Colonel Grant said. "Besides, he was begining to slip in his duties anyway."
"Driver!" Olaf called. "Are the other APCs with us?"
"Yes, sir, they are!" came the voice of the driver in response.
"So where do we go now?" asked Grit.
"Simple," Olaf said. "Didn't I tell you that earlier this week, a squad of ours captured a base? We'll create our tanks and support there, then lay seige to Orange Star City."
"Excellent plan, sir," Grant said. "Its time to strike their most important city."
"What about Fort Triggering?" Ramzini asked.
"Most important city," Grant said. "Fort Triggering is not a city. Pay more attention, Captain."
---
Sergeant Krazer was in a rather irritated mood. Suddenly, all of these Orange Star soldiers appear and start attacking! Worse still, there was no sight of Olaf, Grit, Colonel Grant, Captain Ramzini, or even Private Coates! What the hell is happening, and where did they go?
His mind focused on something else as he shot down Corporal Ervant. Maybe they had gone on business with other bases?
Unless... they left without telling him! Why the hell not? What did he do wrong that they can't get over?
Dillon Krazer joined a group of Blue Moon soldiers firing at Orange Star troops, who were taking cover behind various tents.
---
"Surpressing fire!" shouted Corporal Billings. "Keep them busy!"
"Ervant is down!" shouted Private Jackson. "I need help over here!"
Crystian was among the two riflemen, Lieutenant Grimendo and Paul Thompson. Seeing him, Paul greeting Crystian.
"Crys!" he said. "Some battle, huh?"
"Yes," Crystian said, scoring a headshot with his rifle. "But theres no time for greetings right now, keep firing!"
Paul took aim with his rifle, but at that moment, a bullet struck Lieutenant Grimendo. It went through his body and hit Paul. He gave a cry of pain and looked at his wound, which was trickling blood.
"Ah, crap..." he fell back onto the ground.
Crystian turned. "Paul!"
Lieutenant Grimendo handed Crystian his rifle. "Here... take the ammo... you'll need it- ugh..."
A second later the Lieutenant was dead. Crystian saluted him, and stepped over to Paul, observing his wound.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"What the hell do you think?" Paul asked.
"I mean, are you dying?"
"No, I feel fine," Paul muttered in response. "I just wasn't shot before... thats all."
"Well, stay low," Crystian said. Turning back, he went over to the front of the tent and fell the the ground, looking for a soldier to pick off.
---
Sergeant Krazer smiled with satisfaction. Maybe this wouldn't go bad as much as he thought. He easily picked off that soldier, and even struck another, with the same bullet! Taking aim, he caught sight of another soldier leaning against the body of another he had recently gunned down.
At the very same moment, Crystian caught sight of Krazer aiming at Jackson. He took aim with his rifle, and pulled the trigger.
Dillon Krazer - a loyal Sergeant of Blue Moon, but that night his career was short-lived. He never saw his mistake until it was too late.
---
Jack, Lieutenant Murphy, and Private Armando were storming nearby tents, looking for any Officers to capture. Finally, in one tent, they got lucky.
As they entered, they found two officers. One of them had a pistol in his hands, and fired at Armando twice. The Private fell, dropping his machine gun. Jack gunned down the officer, while Murphy aimed at the other.
"Hands up!" he shouted. "On your knees, Blue Moon dog. On with it!"
The officer obeyed, kneeling while wrapping his hands over his head.
"Lets take this one to Tucker, Private," Murphy said. "He's watching over Ferns. Let's move!"