Fort Triggering
--An Advance Wars Fan Fiction by StarFoxRocks--
Chapter XVI: POW
Jack and Murphy ran out of the tent, Murphy pointing a pistol at the Officer's head. Jack ran behind the tent with Joseph for cover.
"Hold your fire!" came a shout. "He's got Sergeant Krane!"
Murphy crossed the battlefield towards Joseph and Private Ferns, not turning his back until he was safe behind the tent.
"Sir, we've got a hostage," he said, nudging the officer.
"Nice work, Lieutenant. And you, Private. Now get going. We'll need to tie this guy up, hm? Murphy, help me out here."
The Officer was pinned down by Lieutenant Murphy. Joseph grabbed some rope from his pack and stepped forward.
---
Jack jumped over some rubble and joined Tom, Corporal Billings, and Lieutenant Wilson.
"Theres a MMG to the right down the way. We'll need to take them out," Wilson was saying.
"Jack!" Tom said as he approached. "Can you help us out?"
"Sure. On what?" Jack asked.
"We need to take out an MMG, or Mounted Machine Gun," Lieutenant Wilson said.
"No biggie," Jack said. "Come on, let's move in."
They crouched low and made their way behind a tent. "Brady and Billings, take the right flank. Me and Tom will take the left. Move!"
As the groups of two looked from their sides of the tent, there was a pile of sandbags and a Mounted Machine Gun being used by an Operator. There were several Riflemen with him.
"Fire!" Wilson shouted. They opened fire, but only two riflemen were killed. The MMG Operator opened fire, nearly destroying the tent.
"Keep it coming!" shouted Billings.
Lieutenant Wilson leaned over to try and take a potshot, but the MMG Operator saw it coming and opened fire. Wilson immediantly recieved heavy impact upon his chest and was sent sprawling to the floor a few feet away, bleeding to death.
"Wilson's down!" Tom shouted. "I need help!"
The Lieutenant made choking noises as blood came out of his mouth. He couldn't speak.
"Wilson is down!" Tom yelled again. "I need a medic! I need a medic!"
Lieutenant Wilson made a final gurgling noise, then his head fell back, the eyes dull and glazed over by death.
"No... no!" Tom began to scream. "You bastards!"
He stood and fired his rifle. The MMG Operator was struck in the head and fell.
Tom lowered his rifle, realizing what he did. "Holy crap!"
He was oblivious of the remaining riflemen, and they took that to an advantage. One of them peeked from behind his cover and fired, the bullet striking Tom in the chest.
"Tom!" Jack shouted.
Corporal Billings fired what seemed to be an automatic rifle. "Surpressing Fire!"
Tom Meyer fell next to Lieutenant Wilson's body. Jack watched him fall, his back turned to the MMG Area.
Just then, three Blue Moon Soldiers with machine guns came running around the corner, firing. Corporal Billings turned and ran as fast as he could, but his speed was turned down by the heavy automatic rifle he carried.
Jack turned and saw them running by. One of them raised his weapon in a beating stance.
Then everything went black.
---
Jack awakened to the sound of a door opening. He slowly opened his eyes, in a daze, and waited for them to adjust.
He was in a rather dark room, tied to a chair. The only light came from a small lamp attached to the ceiling. Before him stood Commanding Officer Grit. He had a stern look upon his face.
The source of the door opening was of a Blue Moon Officer.
"Interesting man you caught here, Sergeant," Grit said. "He seems to have slept the whole night."
"Thank you, Commander," the Officer said, giving Jack a look of disgust. "He didn't see it coming until it was too late."
"Listen here, you," Grit said, looking at Jack as well. "I know who you are. You're Jack Brady, the man whose caused Blue Moon nothing but trouble. I know you assisted in capturing Sergeant Krane. Where is he?!"
"I don't know," Jack muttered arogantly. "You knocked me out before I could find out."
"Don't lie to me, dog!" Grit shouted. "He is at Fort Triggering, is he not?"
Jack said nothing.
"Aha... looks like we have our answer," the Officer said, smiling.
"Indeed," Grit muttered. "I'll have to discuss with Olaf about it. Excuse me."
Grit turned and left, closing the door behind him. The Officer sat down on a chair by the left wall.
"If I were you, I'd try to be cooperative," he was muttering. "If not, you'll just be killed..."
"I don't fear death," Jack said quietly.
The Officer laughed. "Typical. Trust me, lots of people had said that before, and they all ended up shrieking out of fright before they died."
Jack was silent.
---
Meanwhile, at Fort Triggering, there were soldiers and people from the village buildings walking about, either engaged in conversation or just being silent.
Crystian couldn't find Jack. He looked everywhere, but there was no sight of him.
"Seth!" Crystian shouted, seeing him walk by. "Have you seen Jack?"
"No, I haven't," Seth said. "He might be in the Medical Bay..."
But Crystian had checked there, too. Only Cliff, Paul, and Private Ferns were in there.
"Damn! Where the hell is he?"
Out of the corner of his eye, Crystian noticed a small crowd gathered by the wall of the HeadQuarters. He decided to check it out.
It was a piece of paper. It read:
Blue Moon Camp Assault
Casualties
Pvt. Quintin Armando - KIA
Pvt. Chris Ampton - KIA
Cpl. Steve Billings - KIA
Pvt. Jack Brady - AD
Pvt. Joe Clemens - KIA
Cpl. Ray Ervant - KIA
Pvt. Zack Ferns - W
Lt. Greg Grimendo - KIA
Pvt. Tom Meyer - KIA
Pvt. James Rocco - KIA
Cpl. Carl Smith - KIA
Cpl. Paul Thompson - W
Lt. Fred Wilson - KIA
Crystian stopped when he saw Jack's name. AD... AD means 'Assumed Dead.' Jack was taken prisoner!
---
Jack looked up when the door opened, and Olaf and Grit stepped in. Olaf took a look at Jack and snorted.
"What a mess! Look at this filthy Orange Star dog. Disgusting."
"Can we get on with this?" Jack asked irritably.
"Certainly," Olaf said. "It seems you have an Officer of ours, Sergeant Krane. We'd like him back."
"Well, theres nothing I can do about it, is there?" Jack said. "Go whine to the COs about it or something."
"Very well," Olaf said. "I'll make an exchange with him for you. However... Sergeant Diaz?"
The Officer stood, pulling out an injection needle with a green fluid in it...
"You're going to die. We'll have a decoy," Olaf said, smiling as he took the needle. "Hold still."
Jack squirmed in his chair, bumping Olaf.
"What the- hold him!" Olaf shouted. "Its bad enough."
Sergeant Diaz grabbed Jack and pinned him to the chair, stopping him from moving.
Olaf smirked. "Good night."
Just then, there was an explosion, and part of the right wall colapsed. Grit was knocked down. Olaf and Diaz stepped back in shock. Diaz turned and ran for the door.
Suddenly, another explosion, this time at the door. Diaz was covered the flames, and died instantly.
Grit was bleeding through a bad wound on his shoulder.
"Olaf! Help me!" he moaned.
"Screw you!" Olaf turned and stepped through what used to be the door, stepping only on the rubble that wasn't on fire.
Soldiers jumped in through the right wall's hole, armed with machine guns and rifles. Grit struggled about on the floor, throwing an empty cardboard box at them. They opened fire, bullets raining on Grit and the floor around him. He twitched, and lay still.
Jack recognized the helmets and uniforms.
"You're... Green Earth?" he asked.
The leader of the squad took off his helmet. "Yes, that we are. I assume you want help out of that chair? Alright, you lot, get your knifes."
--An Advance Wars Fan Fiction by StarFoxRocks--
Chapter XVI: POW
Jack and Murphy ran out of the tent, Murphy pointing a pistol at the Officer's head. Jack ran behind the tent with Joseph for cover.
"Hold your fire!" came a shout. "He's got Sergeant Krane!"
Murphy crossed the battlefield towards Joseph and Private Ferns, not turning his back until he was safe behind the tent.
"Sir, we've got a hostage," he said, nudging the officer.
"Nice work, Lieutenant. And you, Private. Now get going. We'll need to tie this guy up, hm? Murphy, help me out here."
The Officer was pinned down by Lieutenant Murphy. Joseph grabbed some rope from his pack and stepped forward.
---
Jack jumped over some rubble and joined Tom, Corporal Billings, and Lieutenant Wilson.
"Theres a MMG to the right down the way. We'll need to take them out," Wilson was saying.
"Jack!" Tom said as he approached. "Can you help us out?"
"Sure. On what?" Jack asked.
"We need to take out an MMG, or Mounted Machine Gun," Lieutenant Wilson said.
"No biggie," Jack said. "Come on, let's move in."
They crouched low and made their way behind a tent. "Brady and Billings, take the right flank. Me and Tom will take the left. Move!"
As the groups of two looked from their sides of the tent, there was a pile of sandbags and a Mounted Machine Gun being used by an Operator. There were several Riflemen with him.
"Fire!" Wilson shouted. They opened fire, but only two riflemen were killed. The MMG Operator opened fire, nearly destroying the tent.
"Keep it coming!" shouted Billings.
Lieutenant Wilson leaned over to try and take a potshot, but the MMG Operator saw it coming and opened fire. Wilson immediantly recieved heavy impact upon his chest and was sent sprawling to the floor a few feet away, bleeding to death.
"Wilson's down!" Tom shouted. "I need help!"
The Lieutenant made choking noises as blood came out of his mouth. He couldn't speak.
"Wilson is down!" Tom yelled again. "I need a medic! I need a medic!"
Lieutenant Wilson made a final gurgling noise, then his head fell back, the eyes dull and glazed over by death.
"No... no!" Tom began to scream. "You bastards!"
He stood and fired his rifle. The MMG Operator was struck in the head and fell.
Tom lowered his rifle, realizing what he did. "Holy crap!"
He was oblivious of the remaining riflemen, and they took that to an advantage. One of them peeked from behind his cover and fired, the bullet striking Tom in the chest.
"Tom!" Jack shouted.
Corporal Billings fired what seemed to be an automatic rifle. "Surpressing Fire!"
Tom Meyer fell next to Lieutenant Wilson's body. Jack watched him fall, his back turned to the MMG Area.
Just then, three Blue Moon Soldiers with machine guns came running around the corner, firing. Corporal Billings turned and ran as fast as he could, but his speed was turned down by the heavy automatic rifle he carried.
Jack turned and saw them running by. One of them raised his weapon in a beating stance.
Then everything went black.
---
Jack awakened to the sound of a door opening. He slowly opened his eyes, in a daze, and waited for them to adjust.
He was in a rather dark room, tied to a chair. The only light came from a small lamp attached to the ceiling. Before him stood Commanding Officer Grit. He had a stern look upon his face.
The source of the door opening was of a Blue Moon Officer.
"Interesting man you caught here, Sergeant," Grit said. "He seems to have slept the whole night."
"Thank you, Commander," the Officer said, giving Jack a look of disgust. "He didn't see it coming until it was too late."
"Listen here, you," Grit said, looking at Jack as well. "I know who you are. You're Jack Brady, the man whose caused Blue Moon nothing but trouble. I know you assisted in capturing Sergeant Krane. Where is he?!"
"I don't know," Jack muttered arogantly. "You knocked me out before I could find out."
"Don't lie to me, dog!" Grit shouted. "He is at Fort Triggering, is he not?"
Jack said nothing.
"Aha... looks like we have our answer," the Officer said, smiling.
"Indeed," Grit muttered. "I'll have to discuss with Olaf about it. Excuse me."
Grit turned and left, closing the door behind him. The Officer sat down on a chair by the left wall.
"If I were you, I'd try to be cooperative," he was muttering. "If not, you'll just be killed..."
"I don't fear death," Jack said quietly.
The Officer laughed. "Typical. Trust me, lots of people had said that before, and they all ended up shrieking out of fright before they died."
Jack was silent.
---
Meanwhile, at Fort Triggering, there were soldiers and people from the village buildings walking about, either engaged in conversation or just being silent.
Crystian couldn't find Jack. He looked everywhere, but there was no sight of him.
"Seth!" Crystian shouted, seeing him walk by. "Have you seen Jack?"
"No, I haven't," Seth said. "He might be in the Medical Bay..."
But Crystian had checked there, too. Only Cliff, Paul, and Private Ferns were in there.
"Damn! Where the hell is he?"
Out of the corner of his eye, Crystian noticed a small crowd gathered by the wall of the HeadQuarters. He decided to check it out.
It was a piece of paper. It read:
Blue Moon Camp Assault
Casualties
Pvt. Quintin Armando - KIA
Pvt. Chris Ampton - KIA
Cpl. Steve Billings - KIA
Pvt. Jack Brady - AD
Pvt. Joe Clemens - KIA
Cpl. Ray Ervant - KIA
Pvt. Zack Ferns - W
Lt. Greg Grimendo - KIA
Pvt. Tom Meyer - KIA
Pvt. James Rocco - KIA
Cpl. Carl Smith - KIA
Cpl. Paul Thompson - W
Lt. Fred Wilson - KIA
Crystian stopped when he saw Jack's name. AD... AD means 'Assumed Dead.' Jack was taken prisoner!
---
Jack looked up when the door opened, and Olaf and Grit stepped in. Olaf took a look at Jack and snorted.
"What a mess! Look at this filthy Orange Star dog. Disgusting."
"Can we get on with this?" Jack asked irritably.
"Certainly," Olaf said. "It seems you have an Officer of ours, Sergeant Krane. We'd like him back."
"Well, theres nothing I can do about it, is there?" Jack said. "Go whine to the COs about it or something."
"Very well," Olaf said. "I'll make an exchange with him for you. However... Sergeant Diaz?"
The Officer stood, pulling out an injection needle with a green fluid in it...
"You're going to die. We'll have a decoy," Olaf said, smiling as he took the needle. "Hold still."
Jack squirmed in his chair, bumping Olaf.
"What the- hold him!" Olaf shouted. "Its bad enough."
Sergeant Diaz grabbed Jack and pinned him to the chair, stopping him from moving.
Olaf smirked. "Good night."
Just then, there was an explosion, and part of the right wall colapsed. Grit was knocked down. Olaf and Diaz stepped back in shock. Diaz turned and ran for the door.
Suddenly, another explosion, this time at the door. Diaz was covered the flames, and died instantly.
Grit was bleeding through a bad wound on his shoulder.
"Olaf! Help me!" he moaned.
"Screw you!" Olaf turned and stepped through what used to be the door, stepping only on the rubble that wasn't on fire.
Soldiers jumped in through the right wall's hole, armed with machine guns and rifles. Grit struggled about on the floor, throwing an empty cardboard box at them. They opened fire, bullets raining on Grit and the floor around him. He twitched, and lay still.
Jack recognized the helmets and uniforms.
"You're... Green Earth?" he asked.
The leader of the squad took off his helmet. "Yes, that we are. I assume you want help out of that chair? Alright, you lot, get your knifes."