The 99th
Platoon – The FlatFeet Saga
Act One: Total War
(A/N Well it's been a while since I've put pen to paper and since then
a lot has happened. The Platoon is back in the fast track and enjoying the
fruits of a successful mission… Things are on the up. So it's back to writing
the fics I go, and hopefully I'll be able to knock this one out of the way and
in this way not only introduce you, through this trilogy, to the birth of one
of the most dangerous 'bad guys' the Platoon has met but also set the scene for
the final closing Fourth part, making this an extended quadrilogy. It's like
"Alien" all over again… Heh. Read & Review if you feel like it.)
Chapter 2: One of those days…
::2300 hrs::
Oreos opened the plane's door as they neared the drop point. The plane's soft
drone mixed with the cry of each breaking wave as it washed ashore. This was
it. The drop point.
They had all been trained for drops, it was part of their basic training,
Squeaky however had taken the time to build on his parachuting capability. He
was leading the drop.
Everyone had been hooked up to the running pole, leading up to the eventual
jump where the parachutes would open automatically as they left the plane. They
would disperse around the island and meet up for the break in.
"Ok guys! WAVE ONE! MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE! C'MON GET OUTTA HERE!" Squeaky
yelled his arm milling around, urging wave one to hustle.
"Jeronimo!" Pyst yelled as he leapt out of the plane. Dark followed, his hands
tucked tightly to his chest. Chael followed, his hands spread out wide. Ricy
clipped his helmet on tighter. He would be doing the dive without a 'chute.
"WAVE TWO!"
CoolGuy, FlatFeet, Mon and Deja fell out of the plane as it made its way over
the target. Ricy spread his wings to maximum wingspan and back to rest again.
It'd be a hell of a strain on his wings, now that he hadn't exercised them in
quite some time.
"THREE!"
Stealth secured his sword. The Agency had come through for him. He leapt out
after Cartman and RedStorm.
"Ok guys…see you down on the ground…" Squeaky grinned. "BURN BABY BURN!!!!"
He was gone.
Oreos turned to face the new recruit that sat quietly, pressing closely against
the plane's interior.
"What did we say your name is?" Oreos yelled over the roar of the plane.
"Blaze S. Reinhart, sir!" Blaze shakily stood on his feet and made his way
towards the door.
"Do you like flying Blaze?"
"N-not really sir…that's why I joined the ground troops…" Blaze shrugged. His
red and black hair grew harder as it moved towards his neck, eventually
becoming a series of spike-like fins that protruded from his uniform.
"Well Blaze… Welcome to the 99th…the place where wonderful things
can happen!" Oreos laughed.
With a firm…shove…of encouragement Blaze shot out of the door, hurdling towards
the island below. It was now time for the last two. Oreos turned to face Ricy.
"You sure you wanna do it this way Ricy?"
"Yeah Oreos…I have to."
"Okay Ricy…take care."
"10-4 Oreos."
With that Oreos was gone.
Ricy gazed out of the door his eyes locking on to his target…he took three
steps back and launched himself out of the plane.
Tucking his wings to his back he sliced through the air like a knife. The wind
howled around his face as he sped towards his landing spot…using the tips of
his wings he adjusted his course with surgeon's precision. He slowly unfolded
his wings, allowing the wind to slip underneath and fully open them.
His shoulders pulled backwards as his wings were strained against the wind. He
began flapping to try and regain some control before the landing. Ricy lifted
his incoming angle into a shallower course.
Dust kicking up all around him, he rolled to a stop. Standing up he unclipped
his helmet and got to work.
Security was tight to say the least. There was practically no way in. The only
way was through the door guards. Essentially not an issue, Dark thought, but it
would be a little difficult to take them out without letting all the others
know that they were inside.
Dark was on his way. He rose up, out of the water and onto the beach, ever so
slowly. His dark complexion melted into the night. He unsheathed his sword,
pulling it from the tight seal that has bound it in for so long…
Deja cut her parachute cords and quickly vanished into the dense island
foliage. She got out a pair of binoculars and spied Ricy's progress on the
roof. He wasn't doing too badly…
"It's gonna be one of those days…" Mon sighed. Reluctantly he raised his
arms skyward.
Life, currently, was not peachy. Due to the wind factor he parachuted off
target, landed right in between a gang poker-playing Tediz and was now under close
watch by two Tediz as the other went off to alert higher powers…
"And that god-damn itch on my crotch isn't helping!" Mon hissed. The Tediz
tightened their grip on their weapons, while hissing and jeering at the
captured medic the whole time. If his elbows dropped below his ears, he was
dead. And that itch was calling his name…
"Life's a *****"
The Tediz was running back to base, ready to blow the lid on the Platoon's
surprise attack when a thin, cold, steel blade pressed against his neck. The
last thing he felt was the painful shredding of his flesh. He let out a small
painful groan and fell to the ground, face first in a puddle of his own blood.
Dark knelt down, searching the grunt. He gave it a quick pat down and found a
key card.
"Bingo," the Panther grinned.
FlatFeet swung from side to side as he struggled to free his parachute of the
tree that held it captive. With a loud *CRACK!* the branch supporting him
snapped in two, and FlatFeet found himself hurdling towards the ground.
"SHHHHHHHHHHIIIII-"
In a cloud of dust and to the sound of a soft *whoosh…* Blaze, the
Hedgehog, appeared underneath the falling Squirrel, catching FlatFeet in his
arms.
"T-Thanks," FlatFeet stammered. Blaze nodded.
"Woah…Uh…I didn't know that you two…" Squeaky sniggered as he walked towards
Blaze and FlatFeet. Blaze quickly let FlatFeet down.
"Hey! It's not like that!"
"Heh. I'm just playing…"
The two Tediz looked nervously from one to another. Mon's
confidence grew as he realised that the Tediz messenger had obviously been…intercepted.
He decided to take a chance…
He took a deep breath and flipped backwards, landing behind one of the Tediz.
He forced it to open fire on its comrade before spinning it round. The Tediz
blinked stupidly as Mon flipped onto his hands and whirled round, kicking the
Tediz multiple times in the face. As the bear teetered, stunned, Mon drew his
scalpel and gave the Tediz a quick tracheotomy.
Mon looked up at the night sky.
"Thank you."
Ricy was busy sawing a hole into the main security room. He had carefully set
up the necessary equipment when he heard harsh Tediz garble coming from behind
him. He turned to face a Tediz with a bayonet. The Tediz pointed the gun
threateningly in Ricy's face. Ricy smiled.
*sh-ting!*
RedStorm had twisted the release latch on his staff, adding three deadly blades
to each end of his combat staff. In three strokes the Tediz was dead.
"Get back to work…" he told Ricy, keeping an eye out for any more guards,
"We've got a job to do."
CoolGuy walked nervously towards the base. He held twin pistols tightly, ready
to fire on the first thing he saw…
He was near the base now. He saw a sleek black figure zip a key card through a
door and enter quietly. Dark was in the building. CoolGuy ran as fast as he
could in an attempt to reach the door before it closed…
CoolGuy swore as the door slid shut.
"Step aside…"
CoolGuy spun round like a top, pistols ready. Stealth quietly pushed him to one
side. He drew a lock pick and began to work at the keypad. CoolGuy eyed him
caustically.
"It just needs patience…" Stealth whispered. He gave up on the lock pick and
drew his sword. With one sleek and well executed manoeuvre the locking device
cracked in two, and the door opened.
"Patience?" CoolGuy asked. Stealth shrugged.
Chael was making his way towards the target.
"Damn stealth entrances…they never work anyway. It's always screwed up…and
usually by Pyst!"
Chael's radio switched on.
*Hey! I heard that!* Pyst retorted as he made his way towards the base. Chael
turned the volume of his radio down.
"Stuff that…our entrance is probably known already. Why the hell am I still
talking? There's no one listenin-" Chael froze. He could smell something
cooking. Following his nose, he made his way to the source of the smell. He
found two Tediz cooking something in a pot, unawares of the attention they were
drawing to themselves. He fired his sniper twice and moved into the clearing.
He picked up a fallen spoon and tried some of the liquid in the pot.
"This is possibly the worst tasting **** I've ever had…"
Spitting, and gagging he moved away.
Moments earlier Oreos had run across the same clearing.
The two Tediz that had been cooking had gone to quickly look for more firewood.
Seeing an opportunity, Oreos quickly ran up to the pot. He tasted the brew.
"Not too bad…" he thought. He helped himself to a second spoonful. Just as he
was about to leave a thought occurred to him…
"Damn Tediz, eat this!" he unzipped his pants and pissed in the pot…
"Just my luck…" Cartman sighed, seconds before he found himself surrounded by
Tediz bayonets. One of them was making motions signalling that Cartman should
put his hands up. Cartman bit his bottom lip in thought…
"What the ****…" he thought, "I'm going to jail anyway…"
He drew his radio.
"The snake is alert!"
In a hail of bayonet butts Eric Cartman was out like a light.
Ricy slipped into the security room and froze. The red alert had been tripped
as soon as he entered the room.
"What the hell happened?!" Redstorm yelled.
"It wasn't me!" Ricy snapped back, "I made sure it wouldn't be me!" He gazed at
the security monitors and saw Cartman's photograph. Ricy smacked his forehead.
Oreos pulled his radio out.
"Alright! WHO DID IT?! Dark…"
*I'm in the base… What just happened?*
"You mean you didn't set off the alarm?"
*Hey. You know me better than that.*
"Pyst?!"
*What the hell is this? Gang up on Pyst day?! I didn't do anything!*
*You mean you didn't have time to do anything…* Deja answered.
*It was Cartman. Bad jump. He landed smack bang in a patrol* Ricy reported.
"What!?"
*You heard me boss. Eric Cartman's a P.O.W.*
*It is one of those days…* Mon sighed.