Fort Triggering
--An Advance Wars Fan Fiction by StarFoxRocks--
Chapter XXV: Don't lose Hope
A/N: Finally, a long awaited update. You people better review... or... I'll do something about it! Not really...
Bullets rained from both sides. It was complete pandemonium when the tanks began to enter the fort.
Sergeant Emery was having a fit at the soldiers, Private Xue and Corporal Gunnerson, who were arming the tanks.
"Hurry up, soldiers! They're coming!"
He ducked as a vast tank shell exploded and launched dirt and dust into the air just outside the garage.
The tanks started. As one was driving out, steered by Private Xue, two Blue Moon tanks stopped and fired at it. It exploded after a few seconds, Xue screaming before the end.
"Jesus Christ!"
Corporal Gunnerson jumped clear out of the tank and fell to the ground. Emery grabbed him by his uniform's collar.
"Get back in that tank, you coward!" he yelled.
"You do it, if you're so brave!" Gunnerson said, pushing the Sergeant off and running outside.
Emery sighed. "Alright, then."
He climbed onto the tank.
(((SFR)))
Private Inuendez was still on the ground. His back hurt pretty badly, and every few seconds a searing pain soared through him. It felt as though his spine had cracked. He certainly hoped it hadn't.
He tried getting up. No, it wasn't broken.
As he sat up, he found himself looking at a row of at least three Blue Moon tanks. They hadn't noticed him.
A strange grin cracked on his face.
"Time for some fun..."
Brown and Jackman were crawling not far from them.
"Inuendez!" Jackman shouted. "Do you have those first aid kits?"
"Sure, Sarge," he said, pulling out two.
"Give 'em here!" Jackman ordered. Inuendez obliged, then started walking toward the back of the tanks.
"Where are you going?" inquired Corporal Brown.
"I'm gonna have a little fun with these tanks," Inuendez replied. He ran towards the back of the third one.
There wasn't a gunner, so he couldn't be spotted. He climbed up to the top, and grabbed a grenade. He pulled the pin and raised it over the hole that lead to the inside the tank.
"Eat some of this, you bastards!"
He chucked it in, and dived off to the ground. In a few seconds, the tank practically bounced, then stopped moving. Smoke produced out of the round circular hole.
"Hot damn, Private," Sergeant Jackman said, observing the damage. "Get those other two! Here, take my grenades."
"You got it, chief," Inuendez said.
(((SFR)))
Olaf had seen the Orange Star Soldier single handedly disable one of his tanks. He called Lieutenant Cillian to his side.
"Why are there troops destroying my tanks?"
"What?" Cillian blinked with confusion. Then he saw the tank. "Oh... obviously, they have tanks of their own-"
"No, you fool!" Olaf shouted. "A soldier threw a grenade in there!"
"Crap," Cillian muttered. "Hey, they're good."
"No, they're not!" Olaf raged. "Get some men to stop them!"
"All the men are in there, sir."
Another tank bounced, and stopped moving.
"Oh, hell, do it yourself, then!" Olaf yelled.
"Okay, okay!" Cillian said, walking into the fort.
(((SFR)))
Jack had lost sight of Crystian. He couldn't find him among all the other soldiers, and he hoped he was alright. Seeing Private Gunnerson being shot down by that tank wasn't very encouraging, though.
To be quite frank, he was surprised this many soldiers still stood. Perhaps some were still in the garage, or maybe unnoticed behind the tanks. That would explain the other two tanks exploding...
He gripped his rifle and fired a few bullets at a charging Blue Moon infantry. The soldier fell dead.
Reloading, he wondered where Crystian was.
"I hope the man's alright," he said to himself aloud.
(((SFR)))
Paul had regrouped with Seth, Joseph Tucker, Corporal Richens, and Sergeant Rayson by the HQ wall.
"We've got to take out those damn tanks!" Paul was saying.
"With what, Sergeant? Our grenades?" Richens rolled his eyes.
"Exactly!" Tucker said. "Did you see how that guy demolished a tank with his grenades?"
Seth made a face. "How?"
"Well, actually, he threw it inside the tank. But it still works!"
"Feh," Rayson muttered. "Let's just let him deal with it, and then take out all the soldiers from inside the HQ. There are plenty of windows to snipe from."
"Good plan, sarge," Seth commented.
"Come on, then!" Paul said, opening the door to the lounge.
(((SFR)))
"Come on, you sack of metal crap! Start already!"
Sergeant Emery had gotten inside the remaining tank. For some reason, it would not start. Emery tried now for at least six times. He was about to give up when he finally heard a hum.
"That's a good boy," Emery muttered. He drove out of the garage through the second door, as the first was blocked by the flaming remains of the other tank.
When he got out, he saw the third tank being taken care of by Private Inuendez. "What the hell is there to shoot? I don't want to deal with friggin' soldiers-"
He saw a man in a Blue Moon Officer's Uniform with an officer's rifle. He was aiming at Inuendez, who was doing a victory dance on top of the third dance. He looked like an important person.
"Oh, what the hell."
He aimed his tank barrel at the man.
(((SFR)))
Lieutenant Cillian had gotten a full aim at Inuendez's head. Making sure his rifle was loaded, he tensed his finger on the trigger, but then something caught his eye.
It was an Orange Star tank. Which was looking right at him.
Before he could even react, the tank fired. He went up in a flurry of flames.
A loud yell could be heard inside the tank.
"How do you like dem apples, asshole? WOOOOOO!!!"