I DON'T OWN RAGNAROK ONLINE NOR ANY CHARACTER THAT WAS CREATED BY GRAVITY (Won't mind if I do though) . . . ALL EXCEPT FOR THE CHARACTERS I MADE FOR THIS FIC.
ALL CHARACTERS AND EVENTS IN THIS FIC ARE, WELL, FICTIONAL. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANY REAL OR ACTUAL PEOPLE / EVENT IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL
This is also a poor attempt of mine to mimic a SWAT op, The Matrix, and an adventure thriller movie . . . so please, bear with me if it sucks . . . and yes, this is an RO fic, just wait for the next chapters.
Oh well . . . on with the fic!!!
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RAGNAROK ONLINE FANFIC
SOLDIER'S TASKBy: RAGNAR (that really is my name)
Chapter 01: SurreallityThe year was 2045.
Due to the insisting terrorist attacks occurring in the city of Neyus, the NPD and the National Army combined their resources to form an organization armed and trained for the detection and suppression of any terror threat – the Red Talon Counter Terrorist Force.
Erin and her squad of four men were on standby inside their stealth chopper. The machine's twin rotors gave off an almost silent, high pitched hissing as it kept them on the air above their target building.
Despite the silence outside their chopper, the inside was filled with the engine's noise. Erin knew that the developers couldn't place sound sinks inside because that would eliminate every means of communication within the chopper – such devices affect even radio waves.
Their LT. was shouting at them their last minute briefing. "ALL RIGHT, YOU NOOBS! THIS IS YOUR FIRST MISSION, SO LOOK NICE FOR THE CAMERAS!"
Erin couldn't help but raise an eyebrow on that last comment. OK . . . the news always loves it if the Red Talon dispatches new recruits. Must be because the reporters think that newbies are more prone to errors.
The LT. then shouted more information about their mission. "YOUR MISSION IS TO FIND THE TERRORISTS SUSPECTED OF BOMBING THE WESTERN SIDE OF THE CITY'S CENTRAL GENERATOR, AND BRING THEM TO CUSTODY.
"EACH OF YOU IS ARMED WITH AN MP5 WITH TWO MAGS AND THREE FLASHBANGS . . . ENGAGE ONLY IF NECESSARY!"
"IF EVER ANY OF YOU RUNTS FORGET ANYTHING ABOUT THIS MISSION, YOU CAN JUST VIEW THE INFO AGAIN FROM THE G-SCANNER FITTED IN YOUR VISORS!"
A voice crackled in the chopper radio. "Stork-1 this is Gopher-3 . . . Information verified on the worms' location. You are clear to drop the babies in the chimney . . . I repeat, you are go – over."
The LT. shouted out his last order. "ALL RIGHT SERGEANT GOMEZ! IT'S YOUR CUE!"
Erin grabbed a rope and fastened it to her harness, the four men with her followed suit.
The five of them jumped off the chopper and rappelled down as soon as the door slid open. The chopper's wince steadily slowed down their fall until their boots touched the hotel's roof.
They stealthily, yet quickly, moved towards the roof access. After they picked the lock open, Erin signalled for two of them to move forward first.
Two beeps on their comm-links told them that the area was clear.
They searched the whole top floor until they found a locked door.
Erin whispered into her comm-link. "Gopher, this is Team Leader. We need a sat-scan for room number 10-57 – over."
After a few moments of waiting, the van outside replied, "Team Leader, this is Gopher. We read six men in that location. They are all armed, I repeat, they are all armed – over."
Erin whispered again, "Gopher, this is Team Leader. Request for live feed in room 10-57."
A 3D map slowly appeared in her view as the data was downloaded into her visor. It showed a medium sized room. Red dots marked the spots where the enemy stood.
Erin signalled her men to position themselves opposite the hinge side of the doorway.
Hope this works . . .
She knocked on the door. The dots suddenly stopped moving within the map while one slowly approached the door.
As soon as the doorknob moved, Erin pulled off the pin from one of her flashbangs.
A ski-masked man's head peeked out of the door. One of her squad-mates jumped up and grabbed the man and dragged him outside, all the while kicking the door open.
Gunfire filled the air while concrete and plaster burst apart from the bullets that came out from the room. Erin threw her flashbang right inside. When she did so, the men inside shouted in some foreign language in a panicked manner.
A few moments later, they heard a loud thud while a flash of light streamed out of the doorway.
While the terrorists were still groaning, Erin and her team rushed in, MP5's at the ready. She shouted to everyone in the room, "FREEZE, NOBODY MOVE!!!"
She was shocked to find only four people in the living room.
Suddenly, a man shouted to the far left of the room, "VALDAS REKHOS MA'IDEN!"
Their squad medic, Ramirez, violently flipped over backwards when the man fired his shotgun – in close range. The air filled with the spray of blood and shreds of nylon from Ramirez's kevlar vest. He never had the chance to scream.
Her squadmates all turned their weapons towards the newcomer and fired. The terrorist twitched from one position to another as dozens of bullets pelted his body.
A pool of blood flowed out from where the man dropped dead.
They had but a split second to know that the flashbang's effects already wore off. Erin and her three remaining squadmates had run back out the room to take cover from the barrage of bullets the terrorists let out on them.
Erin was already screaming at her comm-link. "GOPHER, GOPHER, THIS IS TEAM LEADER. WE ARE UNDER HEAVY FIRE! MAN DOWN! I REPEAT, MAN DOWN!"
The voice in her comm-link replied, "Stay in your position, Team Leader. Reinforcements will arrive in five minutes!"
She heard a familiar rolling sound on the floor close to them.
Erin looked down . . .
"GRENADE!!!"
Too late . . . while she was already jumping down to avoid the blast, her squadmates weren't so quick.
Erin heard her three companions cry out as the grenade exploded. She felt a sharp pain on her leg when shrapnel lodged on her thigh.
The other's were either dead or down. She can't hold the doorway on her own against for men. Erin had to run.
She limped away as fast as she can. A trail of blood dripped down from her leg as she tried to escape. Erin tried to recall the building's map in her visor, only to find out that her g-scanner was broken from the blast.
As she tried to contact the support van outside, she only heard static from her comm-link.
Could things get any worse?
When Erin turned around a corner, she heard the enemy talking as they pursued her. She can't understand them, however, as they were speaking in that strange language.
She took out another flashbang and threw it towards them. She heard their alarmed voices as she limped away again.
Erin heard a thud on the wall behind her.
She looked back to see her flashbang had been thrown back.
"Oh shit . . ."
The next thing she knew was that her vision turned white and the only thing she can hear was the ringing in her ears.
Luckily, her visor was still able to automatically clear out the flashbang's effects.
As the glare cleared from her vision, she saw a man aiming a rifle at her. Erin expected blood and pain when she heard the rifle fire. Instead, the man missed.
My lucky day? She thought.
Erin brought up her MP5 and fired at him. Blood burst out of his body from the five holes her weapon made on him.
She took out the SMG's magazine and replaced it with a fresh one.
As Erin turned around to escape, she screamed when another terrorist shot her on the leg. The bullet ripped through her muscles and bone before it exited out her knee.
Erin dropped to the ground, her right hand holding her MP5; the other hand was clutching her left leg while attempting to back away using her right leg. Erin tried to fire back, but the terrorist already fired another round that went through her shoulder.
She was already squeezing the trigger when the muscles that kept her arm up were blasted apart. Instead of hitting the man, every round that came out of her weapon went through her right leg.
Erin was never more terrified her entire life. All she could think at the moment was to crawl away from the man.
Her world went white with pain coming from every part of her body. The terrorist slammed his rifle butt on her stomach. She tried to double over, but even that brought more pain.
The man's face was but bare inches from hers as he looked into her eyes. The man had strange, ruby red eyes. Erin didn't pay the man that much attention; she just wanted to get away from him.
And then he spoke, "Is this what this the best warriors this world has to offer us? Women and children?"
Despite the pain, Erin asked through gritted teeth, "What do you want, you sick son of a bitch?"
The man's hand found her throat. With inhuman strength, he lifted her up a good distance away from the floor.
She can't breath. She gave out short choking sounds as the man kept her windpipe shut.
His voice was cold like ice as he spoke, "Me? I just want to hear the Choirs once more."
Another man's voice rang out behind her, "Let her go, Nathan. She has nothing to do with our quarrel."
Nathan tossed Erin aside like a rag doll. The pain threatened to knock her unconscious if the team hadn't been injected with steroids a while back. From where she lay, Erin can only watch the two men talk.
Nathan leaned on his rifle. "Really now, Marus, do you absolutely think that you can redeem yourself from whatever you have done in the past?"
The newcomer, Marus, stayed in the shadows of the farther end of the corridor. "And do you think that what you intend to do can justify sending all those men to their deaths? 'The ends justify the means' . . . is that it?"
Nathan chuckled. "You always were a servant of the Fates. Then and now, you never tried to escape their yoke." The man's chuckle turned to laughter. "Sei'Gash was right, chaos is the only solution to bring about change. Think of the Ragnarok, for example. True, the people nowadays can no longer remember the true events that aspired that day, but then, stories always change after a few thousand years."
The ruby-eyed man continued, "I wonder what everyone would do to you if they found out that you and I were the ones responsible for that little . . . scuffle."
Marus simply replied, "Our father's blood had created many nightmares in this world, Nathan. I simply hope that you are not one of them."
After Marus said those last words, Erin can only hear silence from where the man once stood.
Light spilled through the hotel windows when a Red Talon's chopper finally arrived with reinforcements. Laser sights dotted various parts of Nathan's body as he stood there at his ease.
The pilot's voice boomed out of the chopper's megaphone, "THIS IS THE RED TALON COUNTER TERRORIST FORCE! DROP YOUR WEAPON AND LIE DOWN ON THE GROUND!"
Nathan just smiled as the rifle transformed in his hands. The rifle, which once a simple rectangular shaped weapon, turned into a monstrosity of glowing electromagnets, power chargers, and recoil absorbers.
"Fools of this Age never differ from the fools of any Age . . ." rings of energy charged up and down the Railgun's shaft. ". . . DIE AS EVERY OTHER FOOL!!!"
Hundreds of bullets pelted Nathan's body as the chopper and its passengers opened fire. The noise was deafening. What made Erin's hackles rise the most was that – in some impossible manner – Nathan dodged every bullet.
There was no sound coming from the Railgun as Nathan pulled the trigger. The only thing exited was thin, white line coming from the nozzle.
At first, the chopper's rotors slowed their rotation, followed by an explosion coming from the cockpit. More explosions came out from the chopper as it spiralled down to the earth.
Nathan was already walking away as the chopper finally let out one big explosion on the ground below. His attention was no longer focused on Erin.
Her injuries were bleeding the life out of her.
She could feel herself slipping out of consciousness.
The last thing she heard was the static from her comm-link.
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The portal closed behind Denise as she walked towards the edge of the roof of a hundred story building. She had to be careful from now on, her she had only fifty gems left stashed away.
This world fascinated her. True, it was still her world at a different time. But still, it was hard to believe that a world like this – a world so full of wonders – can actually exist without magic.
"There you are. I've been looking for you."
Janet, her Assassin friend, materialised from one of the building's shadows. Janet's long, black coat flowed with the wind to reveal her wearing a skin-tight, sleeveless black leather outfit. The suit had a V-cut that revealed a considerably generous amount of cleavage.
The Assassin easily conformed to the current fashions, although her clothes would end up rather revealing – even for this world.
For Denise, she felt uncomfortable with her clothing – even if it was considered conservative enough . . . or so Janet said. However, she still didn't understand how a white tank top that didn't actually cover her hips would be conservative. Not to mention that it was paired with long baggy pants that almost revealed her undergarments.
She and Janet had an argument about the pants. To her, it was scandalous! However, her scant clothing was all she can afford with the few gold and silver Zenny coins they brought with them to this world, even if Janet just stole her own set of clothing to save money.
It would seem this world used paper for their money. Rather smart, considering that you can carry more money around since it would be much, much lighter than gold, silver, and copper.
Janet's voice was laced with vexation. "Looking for him would turn out to be a waste of time, Denise. It's impossible to find him in this city." The woman's short black hair stirred in the wind as she spoke. The city lights highlighted her sun-darkened skin and made her sky blue eyes sparkle.
Denise brushed away a stray strand of her blond hair from her face. She then turned back to the view below. "Marus need us Janet, you know that."
Janet huffed in grudging agreement while folding her arms beneath her breasts, "I know, Denise, I know. I just hope he won't do something crazy and idiotic that will make him end up dead – again . . . that's all."
Denise nodded reassuringly, both for herself and Janet. "We will find him, Janet. I'm sure of it."
The Assassin and the Priestess knew that something terrible is going to happen. They knew that Marus was key to stopping it. He was the only person capable of exacting drastic changes on the flow of fate.
If they don't find him soon . . .
That simple fact made the both of them feel sorry for every person they saw below.
---------AUTHOR'S AFTERNOTES-------------
OH YEAH . . . FOR THOSE CONCERNED WITH MY GRAMMAR:
SORRY ABOUT THAT, THIS CHAPTER WAS WRITTEN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND I WAS STUCK IN SOME SORT OF "IMPROMPTU" MODE.
SO, IF THIS FIC SEEMS KINDA "OFF" IN SOME WAY, PLEASE, TELL ME NICELY. I DON'T MIND CRITICISM AS LONG AS IT HAS A REASON.
HELL, I'D EVEN TAKE YOUR FLAMES SERIOUSLY AS LONG AS THE FLAMER WAS SERIOUS ABOUT IT AS WELL Hint! Hint to someone I know!
NEXT CHAPTER WOULD BE A LITTLE DELAYED DUE TO WRITER'S BLOCK AND I ALSO HAVE CLASSES AND MY FIRST FIC TO FINISH.
IF YOU WANNA SEE A BIT MORE BACKGROUND ABOUT THIS FIC, PLEASE READ "Transgressions of Fate" BY YOURS TRULY.
HOPE YOU LIKE IT.
By the way . . . this is version two of chapter one. I just fixed a few typos and grammar errors, and added a few things for the plot, hehe.