Fort Triggering
--An Advance Wars Fan Fiction by StarFoxRocks--
Chapter XX: Battle's Rage
Private Gemm was behind a sandbag cover post.
"We need those tanks! Blow the hell out of them!"
The tanks fired, causing devastation at Blue Moon's side. Soldiers went flying.
"Move!" Captain Ferris ordered.
The troops yet again charged forward, followed by the tanks. No artillery strikes happened this time.
As they reached the end of the road, more Blue Moon troops appeared. There was a storm of them rushing behind sandbag covers posts with an MMG.
"Oh, shit!" Sergeant Lamondo shouted. "Duck! Take cover!"
The MMG went off, spraying bullets at the scattered Orange Star crowd. Corporal Lemons was struck down, the others more fortunate.
"Damn Machine guns," Sergeant Bowser said. "Okay, guys, anyone have any grenades left?"
Cliff and Corporal Richens held them up.
"Throw them!"
They followed suit, pulling the pins and throwing them. The MMG stopped firing, and screams were heard, followed by an explosin.
"Nows our chance," Bowser said. "Move!"
The party ran forward from their cover. About three Blue Moon Soldiers were killed in the blast. The others were perfectly fine behind cover.
Sergeant Rayson shot one down with his rifle. "Take them all out! Show them who's boss!"
Bowser gunned down the remaining two soldiers, then looked around. "Right, this place is clear."
"Is anyone missing?" shouted Captain Ferris.
"Jack?" Crystian looked around.
"Where's Cliff?" Seth asked.
"Two people missing..." Lieutenant Murphy stepped forward. "I'll find them!"
Another Lieutenant walked up. "I'll help."
"Brady and Kinnear? Damn!" Rayson said, taking off his helmet. "Lieutenant Murphy, Lieutenant Ferrel... good luck."
"Thank you, sir," Murphy said. "Come on, Tim."
In a flash, the two lieutenants were gone.
---
The obvious leader of the group was eyeing Jack.
"An Orange Star dog... what are you doing out here by yourself?"
"None of your damn buisness," Jack spat.
"Ooh, looks like someone has a problem."
"Yeah... your face."
"Shut up, pug!" the Blue Moon Troop grabbed Jack and threw him to the ground. "Private Brown! Get over here."
A soldier stepped forward. "Sir?"
"Hold him."
The private followed suit. The leader grabbed a knife.
"Talk, you. Where is your army!"
"Burn in hell, asshole," Jack said.
"Alright, have it your way."
Before he could make use of his knife, a soldier stepped up.
"Wait a second! You look familier..."
"Don't interupt, Coates!"
"I killed him! I killed this man! Back in the battle of Fermanta!"
"Don't be rediculous! He's right here!"
Jack realized what Private Coates meant. He had not been killed by this man... his brother had been.
"You killed my brother," he said.
"Aha! That pussy was your brother?"
Jack stared into the eyes of his killer. "One day, I will avenge my brother."
"Yeah, good luck with that in your current position," Coates sneered.
"Okay! Shut up!" The leader pushed Coates back. "Do you still want to talk?"
"I'm waiting," Jack muttered.
"Okay, then," the leader said.
As he raised the knife, another Blue Moon soldier ran up.
"Sir! Two Orange Star men are making their way here!"
"Hide!" the leader said. "Private Coates! Corporal Malley! Take care of it."
Coates and Malley ran into seperate alleys, trying not to make noise.
---
"Sssh! Do you hear that?"
Lieutenant Ferrel stopped Lieutenant Murphy as they approached the next intersection of alleys.
"No... what?" Murphy asked.
"I heard something..."
"Maybe we should split up."
"Good idea."
Ferrel went through the alley to the left. Murphy took the right.
As he crossed a hole in the building wall, Murphy heard the noise. It sounded something like footsteps... but they sounded distant. Was it Ferrel, or... someone else?
He didn't have much time to think, however. At that moment, Private Coates stepped through the hole behind Murphy, holding a rope. He quickly wrapped the rope across Murphy's throat, slowly throttling the life from him.
"There, there," Coates said. "Take a little nap, now. Thats it..."
Murphy struggled, making choking noises, until he finally went limp. Coates let his body fall after checking his tag.
"Lieutenant, huh?" the private chuckled. "That was pretty pitiful."
Lieutenant Ferrel whacked him in the back of the head with his rifle. He was knocked unconcious.
"Wow, so was that."
---
"Whats taking them so long?!"
The leader was getting inpatient.
"Can't we just kill him and get this over with?" a soldier sighed.
"You know what? Lets," the leader brandished his knife. "Get up, lazy ass."
Jack was pulled to his feet. The leader held the knife against his neck. "Say goodnight!"
A gunshot rang in Jack's ears. The leader dropped the knife, let go of Jack, and fell to the ground.
Lieutenant Ferrel emerged from the alley, holding his rifle. "Surprise, assholes!"
The Blue Moon soldiers ducked as he opened fire.
"Jack, take this!"
Ferrel threw a pistol. Jack caught it, loading a clip into it.
The Blue Moon soldiers looked around.
"Oh, damn it," one said.
"Thats enough out of you lot," Ferrel said. "Now, hands up!"
Just then, Corporal Malley came out of the alley and gunned down Ferrel from behind. Jack turned and filled him with pistol lead.
The two remaining Blue Moon troops took this moment to grab their weapons. Jack turned and shot one down. The others had rifles, which were pointed at him in an instant.
"Hands up!" one said.
Jack fell to the ground, and shot both of them in the chest. They fell dead.
Jack stood, sighing and putting his pistol away.
"I'd better get back," he said. "Damn, this will take a while."
---
"Heads up! Here they come!"
A tank burst through the line of buildings suddenly, surprising the group.
"Take cover! Tanks, fire!"
The tanks burst shells at the Blue Moon tank before it could do anything else, rendering it to a burning metal heap.
The tank, however, was not of no use. The hole it had made had Blue Moon troops spilling out in no time.
"Take them down!" Captain Ferris yelled.
Everyone opened fire with their machine guns and rifles.
"Damn it!" Seth shouted. "Where is Cliff?"
---
Colonel Grant strolled through an empty street, with two soldiers guarding him.
The pair stopped after hearing a shuffling noise down an alley.
"About time you arrived," he said, knowing who it was. "It is time we are in need of your services again."
"Why me?" a voice asked, coming from the alley.
"Quite simply because of your excellent job last time spying on Fort Triggering," Grant asked.
The source of the voice stepped from the alley's shadows, revealing himself. It was Cliff.
"Trust me. It was nothing."
--An Advance Wars Fan Fiction by StarFoxRocks--
Chapter XX: Battle's Rage
Private Gemm was behind a sandbag cover post.
"We need those tanks! Blow the hell out of them!"
The tanks fired, causing devastation at Blue Moon's side. Soldiers went flying.
"Move!" Captain Ferris ordered.
The troops yet again charged forward, followed by the tanks. No artillery strikes happened this time.
As they reached the end of the road, more Blue Moon troops appeared. There was a storm of them rushing behind sandbag covers posts with an MMG.
"Oh, shit!" Sergeant Lamondo shouted. "Duck! Take cover!"
The MMG went off, spraying bullets at the scattered Orange Star crowd. Corporal Lemons was struck down, the others more fortunate.
"Damn Machine guns," Sergeant Bowser said. "Okay, guys, anyone have any grenades left?"
Cliff and Corporal Richens held them up.
"Throw them!"
They followed suit, pulling the pins and throwing them. The MMG stopped firing, and screams were heard, followed by an explosin.
"Nows our chance," Bowser said. "Move!"
The party ran forward from their cover. About three Blue Moon Soldiers were killed in the blast. The others were perfectly fine behind cover.
Sergeant Rayson shot one down with his rifle. "Take them all out! Show them who's boss!"
Bowser gunned down the remaining two soldiers, then looked around. "Right, this place is clear."
"Is anyone missing?" shouted Captain Ferris.
"Jack?" Crystian looked around.
"Where's Cliff?" Seth asked.
"Two people missing..." Lieutenant Murphy stepped forward. "I'll find them!"
Another Lieutenant walked up. "I'll help."
"Brady and Kinnear? Damn!" Rayson said, taking off his helmet. "Lieutenant Murphy, Lieutenant Ferrel... good luck."
"Thank you, sir," Murphy said. "Come on, Tim."
In a flash, the two lieutenants were gone.
---
The obvious leader of the group was eyeing Jack.
"An Orange Star dog... what are you doing out here by yourself?"
"None of your damn buisness," Jack spat.
"Ooh, looks like someone has a problem."
"Yeah... your face."
"Shut up, pug!" the Blue Moon Troop grabbed Jack and threw him to the ground. "Private Brown! Get over here."
A soldier stepped forward. "Sir?"
"Hold him."
The private followed suit. The leader grabbed a knife.
"Talk, you. Where is your army!"
"Burn in hell, asshole," Jack said.
"Alright, have it your way."
Before he could make use of his knife, a soldier stepped up.
"Wait a second! You look familier..."
"Don't interupt, Coates!"
"I killed him! I killed this man! Back in the battle of Fermanta!"
"Don't be rediculous! He's right here!"
Jack realized what Private Coates meant. He had not been killed by this man... his brother had been.
"You killed my brother," he said.
"Aha! That pussy was your brother?"
Jack stared into the eyes of his killer. "One day, I will avenge my brother."
"Yeah, good luck with that in your current position," Coates sneered.
"Okay! Shut up!" The leader pushed Coates back. "Do you still want to talk?"
"I'm waiting," Jack muttered.
"Okay, then," the leader said.
As he raised the knife, another Blue Moon soldier ran up.
"Sir! Two Orange Star men are making their way here!"
"Hide!" the leader said. "Private Coates! Corporal Malley! Take care of it."
Coates and Malley ran into seperate alleys, trying not to make noise.
---
"Sssh! Do you hear that?"
Lieutenant Ferrel stopped Lieutenant Murphy as they approached the next intersection of alleys.
"No... what?" Murphy asked.
"I heard something..."
"Maybe we should split up."
"Good idea."
Ferrel went through the alley to the left. Murphy took the right.
As he crossed a hole in the building wall, Murphy heard the noise. It sounded something like footsteps... but they sounded distant. Was it Ferrel, or... someone else?
He didn't have much time to think, however. At that moment, Private Coates stepped through the hole behind Murphy, holding a rope. He quickly wrapped the rope across Murphy's throat, slowly throttling the life from him.
"There, there," Coates said. "Take a little nap, now. Thats it..."
Murphy struggled, making choking noises, until he finally went limp. Coates let his body fall after checking his tag.
"Lieutenant, huh?" the private chuckled. "That was pretty pitiful."
Lieutenant Ferrel whacked him in the back of the head with his rifle. He was knocked unconcious.
"Wow, so was that."
---
"Whats taking them so long?!"
The leader was getting inpatient.
"Can't we just kill him and get this over with?" a soldier sighed.
"You know what? Lets," the leader brandished his knife. "Get up, lazy ass."
Jack was pulled to his feet. The leader held the knife against his neck. "Say goodnight!"
A gunshot rang in Jack's ears. The leader dropped the knife, let go of Jack, and fell to the ground.
Lieutenant Ferrel emerged from the alley, holding his rifle. "Surprise, assholes!"
The Blue Moon soldiers ducked as he opened fire.
"Jack, take this!"
Ferrel threw a pistol. Jack caught it, loading a clip into it.
The Blue Moon soldiers looked around.
"Oh, damn it," one said.
"Thats enough out of you lot," Ferrel said. "Now, hands up!"
Just then, Corporal Malley came out of the alley and gunned down Ferrel from behind. Jack turned and filled him with pistol lead.
The two remaining Blue Moon troops took this moment to grab their weapons. Jack turned and shot one down. The others had rifles, which were pointed at him in an instant.
"Hands up!" one said.
Jack fell to the ground, and shot both of them in the chest. They fell dead.
Jack stood, sighing and putting his pistol away.
"I'd better get back," he said. "Damn, this will take a while."
---
"Heads up! Here they come!"
A tank burst through the line of buildings suddenly, surprising the group.
"Take cover! Tanks, fire!"
The tanks burst shells at the Blue Moon tank before it could do anything else, rendering it to a burning metal heap.
The tank, however, was not of no use. The hole it had made had Blue Moon troops spilling out in no time.
"Take them down!" Captain Ferris yelled.
Everyone opened fire with their machine guns and rifles.
"Damn it!" Seth shouted. "Where is Cliff?"
---
Colonel Grant strolled through an empty street, with two soldiers guarding him.
The pair stopped after hearing a shuffling noise down an alley.
"About time you arrived," he said, knowing who it was. "It is time we are in need of your services again."
"Why me?" a voice asked, coming from the alley.
"Quite simply because of your excellent job last time spying on Fort Triggering," Grant asked.
The source of the voice stepped from the alley's shadows, revealing himself. It was Cliff.
"Trust me. It was nothing."