Disclaimer: I do not, never have, and never will own the Teen Titans or any other registered trademarks of DC Comics.
Prologue
Never had I felt such a strange mixture of emotions. I was feeling complete opposites at once. Exhilarated, scared, exhausted, hyper, stressed, and relieved all at the same time. I rubbed my eyes to try and keep them in focus. I looked back through my thermal viewer at the ridge line in front of me. So far I had seen nothing except the usual countryside in the area. I was about to relax and think the op might be a cakewalk when I saw what I had both been dreading and looking forward to the whole time, a bright white dot on the top of the ridge.
"Gunner sabot tank!" I yelled into the comm. set.
"Identified!" my gunner yelled back.
"Fire!"
"On the way!"
My tank shuttered as 26 lbs. of depleted uranium flew out the main gun tube and towards the enemy tank. I watched the brightly glowing chunk of metal fly through the sky in a gentle arc until it impacted the tiny white dot on the horizon with a satisfying flash.
"Hit!"
"Got the bastard!" my gunner almost jumped out of his seat.
"Good shot, now let's see if there are any more out there." I said as I laid my hand on his shoulder to clam him down a little.
I called the other tanks in my platoon to see if they had any other contact. Charlie 3 had taken out an enemy tank and Charlie 2 had gotten an APC, but that was it. "Maybe it's just a recon unit." I thought to myself. Boy was I wrong.
"Tank!" my gunner snapped my attention back to the thermal viewer.
"Fire!"
"On the way!"
I was about to warn the rest of my platoon when they all started calling in at once.
"We've got a whole …(static) load of …(static) enemy to our front!"
"Intel was wrong, there's …(static) more than just a recon element out there!"
My tank commanders all started reporting in with the same thing, trouble. I was about to call my commander when something got my attention. The ridge line in front of me that before had only the two burning tanks was now almost glowing with the heat signatures of enemy vehicles like a christmas tree. My jaw dropped slightly.
"Look at all of them sir! What do we do?" my gunner was starting to panic.
I saw the flashes as tiny white dots arced into the air from the enemy tanks. I could only watch in horror as they rapidly grew bigger. I had only seconds to consider my response.
"God help us" was all I got out before the white dots grew bigger until they completely filled my viewer. Then all was black.
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Author's Note:
Before everybody starts making opinions about this piece of work (if it is not already to late) there are two issues I want to clear up:
I know what you are thinking, what in God's green earth does this have to do with Teen Titans? Don't worry, they appear next chapter and the importance of this prologue will be revealed eventually.
This chapter may have touched a nerve with some people what with the current situation overseas. Rest assured, this has nothing to do with the Iraq War and I have no agenda to try and post my views on it. The story takes place on an alternate universe where super heroes in spandex do inhuman fetes of courage, so relax. It is a fictional war with an unnamed enemy, so no offense is intended towards any nation or people. Plus there will never be any mention of it in the rest of the story, so don't worry about it.
Also, by the time this is posted, there will be four chapters including this one, posted all at once. So if any reviews will not be read until after chapter 3.
Thank you and enjoy the rest of the story.
P.S.- Can somebody please tell me where the name "Jump City" came from? It is not in the original comic book series and I have never heard it mentioned in the TV series, yet every body calls it that in their fanfics. I have lost a lot of sleep over this and want to put it to rest. If anybody can give me a answer, they have my gratitude.