Fort Triggering
--An Advance Wars Fan Fiction by StarFoxRocks--
Chapter XXI: Victory or Death
"Murphy and Ferrel are taking to long!" Captain Ferris said. "We'll have to continue without them!"
"I'm sure they'll turn up sooner or later, sir!" Sergeant Bowser said.
"Lamondo! How goes the defence against the tanks?"
Lamondo turned. "They appear to be doing rather well. The mechs are doing their job correctly."
"Good. We'll have this city back in no time."
"Yeah, but it's kinda destroyed," said Private Gemm, hearing into their conversation.
"Get back to work, Private!" Sergeant Bowser said.
"Uh, yes sir!"
---
Jack was confused.
'Am I lost?' he thought. 'After all, I'm just heading in the direction of the war sounds... sounds pretty bad...'
Just then he heard someone moving. He fell back against the wall.
'What was that?'
He looked out from the alley he was in. It was then he got a first look at Colonel Grant.
"You'd better get back. They might find us."
A figure walked into a different alley. Colonel Grant was alone. He strolled down the street, and out of sight.
'I should follow him...' Jack thought. 'But... I need to get back to my allies.'
---
Corporal Fratrick had armed the MMG and was shooting down any troops who had the nerve to get close to the squad. Everyone else was defending with the weapons they had.
"Hold them off!" Captain Ferris said. "We can take 'em! Go!"
Sergeant Rayson turned to them. "We're running low on ammo, sir. I'm not sure we'll hold out!"
"We've still got the MMG," Sergeant Bowser said.
"That might not be enough," Sergeant Lamondo muttered.
"Lets try not to think about this," Captain Ferris said. "Just hold them off!"
Private Atkins reloaded his rifle. "Man, this sucks," he said.
"Yeah, well..." Seth said. "Thats war."
"Yeah..." Atkins agreed, taking another shot.
Private Gemm turned to the captain.
"Sir! Incoming tanks! We've got to- gaaaagh!!"
He was silenced by a shot to the head from enemy fire.
"Shit!" Ferris exclaimed. "Everyone! Get down!"
---
Jack caught sight of two Blue Moon mechs.
"These cities are easy to destroy..."
"Tell me about it. Why does Orange Star bother to try and protect these places? They're already ruined."
"I bet they just want to fight."
"Whackos... nobody beats Blue Moon!"
Jack grabbed their necks and bashed their heads together, taking their bazookas.
"Hell yes we can," he muttered.
---
Dan Coates looked up from the ground.
"Oh, shit," he said, feeling his head. When he lowered his hand to his face, he saw they were covered in blood.
"Damn it!" he said, standing, while holding a hand to his throbing head. "DAMN it! That damn Brady man will pay!"
He stumbled into the street to find all of his comrades dead.
"What the hell? They're all dead! DAMN it!!"
---
Just then, a tank rolled through the hole in the building.
"Son of a bitch, here they come!" exclaimed Corporal Fratrick.
"Look out!"
Everyone ducked, but Fratrick wasn't able to do so in time. The explosion landed right in front of the MMG post, blasting in his face and killing him.
"Where's a mech when you need one?" shouted Sergeant Bowser.
Just then, the tank exploded. Everyone turned to look Jack Brady holding a mech bazooka at the other side, behind the Blue Moon forces.
"Brady!" Sergeant Bowser said, standing. "Yes! Excellent work!"
Standing up was a mistake. A Blue Moon rifleman took this moment to fire at him, shooting him in the chest.
Jack stopped. He saw the Sergeant's eyes widen, and then he fell.
"Sergeant!!!" he shouted, breaking into a run. He pulled out his machine gun and shot down all the Blue Moon troops in his way. No one dared shoot him from behind.
He jumped over the MMG post, and the battle resumed. Jack landed next to Bowser's body.
"Come on Sarge, don't die now," he said.
Sergeant Bowser looked up at him. "Brady... nice work..."
"I know, wasn't it?" he said. "Hang on, you'll make it..."
Bowser raised his hand. Jack took it.
"Carry on, Private."
Ryan Bowser lowered his head to the ground. His hand's grip loosened, and fell to his waist. He was dead.
Jack didn't believe it. The sergeant he had known since he had enlisted the Orange Star army, the one who had trained him to be as good as he was... he was dead...
"You sons of bitches!" he shrieked, standing up. "Die!!!"
He jumped from the squad's cover area and ran into the streets, gunning down all of the Blue Moon troops with his machine gun.
"Yeah! You like that?! Here, have some more!"
He blasted away, killing multiple Blue Moon troops without a second thought.
"You like that?! Huh?! Huh?!!!"
He fired until his clip had run out. He stood there panting, realizing what he had done.
He looked back at his squad. They were all watching him. Crystian was looking at him with disbelief.
Jack dropped his gun, and ran through the hole in the building.
"Private!" Captain Ferris called.
Nobody tried to stop him. Just then, Cliff ran up from the alley Jack had come through.
"Sir! The APCs are arriving, and- holy hell!"
---
Jack was sitting against the wall. What had he done? Had he lost his mind?
He had killed all those soldiers without mercy... it was so unlike him to do such a thing... was it an accomplishment or a problem? Or was it both?
Sergeant Lamondo walked through the hole.
"Private Brady? The APCs have arrived. Come along."
Jack sighed, then stood and followed the Sergeant.
--An Advance Wars Fan Fiction by StarFoxRocks--
Chapter XXI: Victory or Death
"Murphy and Ferrel are taking to long!" Captain Ferris said. "We'll have to continue without them!"
"I'm sure they'll turn up sooner or later, sir!" Sergeant Bowser said.
"Lamondo! How goes the defence against the tanks?"
Lamondo turned. "They appear to be doing rather well. The mechs are doing their job correctly."
"Good. We'll have this city back in no time."
"Yeah, but it's kinda destroyed," said Private Gemm, hearing into their conversation.
"Get back to work, Private!" Sergeant Bowser said.
"Uh, yes sir!"
---
Jack was confused.
'Am I lost?' he thought. 'After all, I'm just heading in the direction of the war sounds... sounds pretty bad...'
Just then he heard someone moving. He fell back against the wall.
'What was that?'
He looked out from the alley he was in. It was then he got a first look at Colonel Grant.
"You'd better get back. They might find us."
A figure walked into a different alley. Colonel Grant was alone. He strolled down the street, and out of sight.
'I should follow him...' Jack thought. 'But... I need to get back to my allies.'
---
Corporal Fratrick had armed the MMG and was shooting down any troops who had the nerve to get close to the squad. Everyone else was defending with the weapons they had.
"Hold them off!" Captain Ferris said. "We can take 'em! Go!"
Sergeant Rayson turned to them. "We're running low on ammo, sir. I'm not sure we'll hold out!"
"We've still got the MMG," Sergeant Bowser said.
"That might not be enough," Sergeant Lamondo muttered.
"Lets try not to think about this," Captain Ferris said. "Just hold them off!"
Private Atkins reloaded his rifle. "Man, this sucks," he said.
"Yeah, well..." Seth said. "Thats war."
"Yeah..." Atkins agreed, taking another shot.
Private Gemm turned to the captain.
"Sir! Incoming tanks! We've got to- gaaaagh!!"
He was silenced by a shot to the head from enemy fire.
"Shit!" Ferris exclaimed. "Everyone! Get down!"
---
Jack caught sight of two Blue Moon mechs.
"These cities are easy to destroy..."
"Tell me about it. Why does Orange Star bother to try and protect these places? They're already ruined."
"I bet they just want to fight."
"Whackos... nobody beats Blue Moon!"
Jack grabbed their necks and bashed their heads together, taking their bazookas.
"Hell yes we can," he muttered.
---
Dan Coates looked up from the ground.
"Oh, shit," he said, feeling his head. When he lowered his hand to his face, he saw they were covered in blood.
"Damn it!" he said, standing, while holding a hand to his throbing head. "DAMN it! That damn Brady man will pay!"
He stumbled into the street to find all of his comrades dead.
"What the hell? They're all dead! DAMN it!!"
---
Just then, a tank rolled through the hole in the building.
"Son of a bitch, here they come!" exclaimed Corporal Fratrick.
"Look out!"
Everyone ducked, but Fratrick wasn't able to do so in time. The explosion landed right in front of the MMG post, blasting in his face and killing him.
"Where's a mech when you need one?" shouted Sergeant Bowser.
Just then, the tank exploded. Everyone turned to look Jack Brady holding a mech bazooka at the other side, behind the Blue Moon forces.
"Brady!" Sergeant Bowser said, standing. "Yes! Excellent work!"
Standing up was a mistake. A Blue Moon rifleman took this moment to fire at him, shooting him in the chest.
Jack stopped. He saw the Sergeant's eyes widen, and then he fell.
"Sergeant!!!" he shouted, breaking into a run. He pulled out his machine gun and shot down all the Blue Moon troops in his way. No one dared shoot him from behind.
He jumped over the MMG post, and the battle resumed. Jack landed next to Bowser's body.
"Come on Sarge, don't die now," he said.
Sergeant Bowser looked up at him. "Brady... nice work..."
"I know, wasn't it?" he said. "Hang on, you'll make it..."
Bowser raised his hand. Jack took it.
"Carry on, Private."
Ryan Bowser lowered his head to the ground. His hand's grip loosened, and fell to his waist. He was dead.
Jack didn't believe it. The sergeant he had known since he had enlisted the Orange Star army, the one who had trained him to be as good as he was... he was dead...
"You sons of bitches!" he shrieked, standing up. "Die!!!"
He jumped from the squad's cover area and ran into the streets, gunning down all of the Blue Moon troops with his machine gun.
"Yeah! You like that?! Here, have some more!"
He blasted away, killing multiple Blue Moon troops without a second thought.
"You like that?! Huh?! Huh?!!!"
He fired until his clip had run out. He stood there panting, realizing what he had done.
He looked back at his squad. They were all watching him. Crystian was looking at him with disbelief.
Jack dropped his gun, and ran through the hole in the building.
"Private!" Captain Ferris called.
Nobody tried to stop him. Just then, Cliff ran up from the alley Jack had come through.
"Sir! The APCs are arriving, and- holy hell!"
---
Jack was sitting against the wall. What had he done? Had he lost his mind?
He had killed all those soldiers without mercy... it was so unlike him to do such a thing... was it an accomplishment or a problem? Or was it both?
Sergeant Lamondo walked through the hole.
"Private Brady? The APCs have arrived. Come along."
Jack sighed, then stood and followed the Sergeant.