The 99th Platoon – The FlatFeet Saga
Act One: Total War


(A/N Well, like most other times I set deadlines in my life, procrastination, tiredness and a heavy workload have lead to me not completing a project when I said I would. This displeases me greatly, so on this Saturday night I'm going to at least try and get one more chapter on the stack…one more log in the fire…before I enter an intense exam schedule that I will be completely swamped in before I can write again. In this chapter numerous exciting events happen and devious plot turns occur. I'd like to give credit to Pyst and FlatFeet, whom without their brilliant strokes of good story at the time, none of any of the consequent events would have occurred. I salute you both.)

Chapter 5: Outbreak

The three remaining Tediz burst into the secret underground laboratory area, far from the main R&D that Chemical Agent X was stored in. Nothing was in sight as they continued down the dimly light corridors. At long last, exhausted, they reached a sealed metal door. On the door a giant rust-red character is painted.
It is the Omega.
The Tediz that had the idea punched a code into the access panel and the door slid open.
The room was empty. There was a single light; the rest of the room was swallowed in darkness. The intense beam highlighted a single computer on a simple desk. Wires and sensors ran out of the computer and attached themselves to a thin glass canister of peculiar shape. It appeared to be ever so slowly filling with a green gel-like substance. The computer screen was blank, save for a percentage read-out.
99%


The Tediz gazed at the canister in a mix of fear and awe.
"This is it..."
"The Omega project..." the other gasped. The third was not as excited as the other two.
"Fools. It's not ready yet! The Commander will have our heads on a stick! Plus, there's no telling how unstable it is!"
"It's at 99%!" was the objection.
"This is the most powerful biological weapon in the world. 1% could unleash hell."
"What could possibly go wrong?" the leading Tediz asked.
"Hey guys! Miss me?!"
The Tediz turned and gasped at the sight of a bloodstained and bullet-loaded Pyst. Pyst spied the green canister connected to the PC.
"Thanks guys! I promise I won't let that bad boy go to waste!"

"You were saying?"
"G'bye!"

*RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT*

"Heh heh. Poor stupid bastards…now…where we're we?" he asked as he reached out and wrenched the canister from its place. He laughed tossing the canister in the air triumphantly.

Time slowed down. In hindsight this was the biggest error any 99ner had ever made.
The screen flashed red, warning that 1% of the substance had not been completed…had not been balanced…
Had not been tamed.
The gel glowed electric green, pulsing as if it had a life of its own…as if it could sense that this was its chance to escape its glass prison.

It slipped past Pyst's fingers and shattered against the floor.
"Aw, crap!" Pyst swore, running out of the lab and ordering the doors to shut. He breathed a sight of relief.
"That was close... At least the Omega thingy is contained..." He shrugged it off and ran to search for any Tediz he might have missed.

The green substance spread across the floor, thinning out into a large pool. Slowly it began breaking up into smaller puddles. Every single puddle glowed at the same pulse-like pace as the centre…as the nucleus.
The nucleus rose and fell, as if issuing a command of some sort.
Quickly the other puddles spread across the room, vanishing into the rest of the building through the most incredible places. Three samples of the Omega virus, excluding the nucleus remained. These made their way over to the fallen Tediz and sunk deep into their flesh…
The wounds healed. The Tediz muscles doubled…tripled in size. Their shoulders grew broader, their chest wider…their minds smaller…

They are living monsters, capable of twisting steel in their paws. They have no need for weapons. They live on one thought alone.
Kill.

All three bears rose groggily to their feet.
The Komiz had returned.

"Watch where you're going bub!"
"Pyst?"
"Chael?"
"What the hell were you doing? I tried to find you and all I came across was a giant mess of Tediz bodies from the hanger to the armoury. Can't you save some for the rest of us?" Chael half-grinned.
"Nope."
"What's down there?"
"Some secret lab… There was some Omega glowing liquid stuff down there. We don't have to worry about it."
"Omega?"
"You know about it?"
"It just sounds familiar. I must have stolen files about it a long time ago…"
"Forget about it. It's been taken care of. Let's go."

Ricy and Deja were heading north, securing an alternate escape route as per Oreos' instructions. They told him about RedStorm. He had sworn at the time.
The two made their way through thick foliage, Deja using a nine-inch knife to hack through the bush. They reached a tiny clearing and Deja paused to wait for Ricy.
She fell to her knees as a bone-crushing blow smacked her spine.
Ricy was thrown into the clearing as a hideously grotesque but incredibly muscular Tediz pinned him to the ground. The second assailant held Deja's head in its paws ready to crush her skull like an egg.
The Tediz pinning Ricy to the ground growled. Deja got the message.
She emptied her pockets of 4 grenades, knuckle-spikes, a serrated throwing knife and placed a ZMG 9mm and her grenade launcher on the ground, leaving only a Walther PPK in her back pocket. The Komiz holding Ricy pointed at Deja. The Komiz holding her squeezed her head tightly.
"Ledear?" it hissed.
"I'll tell you nothing!" Ricy yelled. The vice-like grip on Deja's head tightened.
"Omega?"
"I don't even know what that is!"
Deja cried out in pain.
"No! I'm telling you," Ricy pleaded, "I don't know!"
"Ricy, don't tell them anything-" Deja gasped before being cut off by a tighter squeeze.
"Ledear?! Omega?!"
"I DON'T KNOW!!"
Deja lay completely still.
The Komiz roared with frustration and nodded at the Komiz holding Deja.
"NO!" Ricy cried.

It scooped Deja's knife off the ground and rammed it into her back. She slumped to the ground.
"Déjà!" Ricy cried.

Ricy's subjugator grabbed his chin, ready to snap his neck. Ricy shut his eyes, expecting naught but the inevitable.

*!BLAM!*

Deja's Walther fell to the ground, her will shattered.
The Komiz holding Ricy stumbled backwards merely stunned despite the obvious headshot.
Ricy grabbed Deja's grenade launcher and fired it into the gaping maw above him. Yellow-blood rained down as the Komiz head blew apart under the suppressed impact. Ricy turned and fired at the other Komiz, sending it soaring into the plant life.
Ricy scrambled to Deja's side, taking her furry paw in his clawed hand.
" You can't leave D. You can't go…I'll get help…"
He pulled out his radio.

RedStorm was screaming with madness. The images of cute and cuddly cartoons were broadcasted at an insane rate and in schizophrenic colour palettes on televisions all over the room. His ears bled where the distorted songs of a certain King of Pop had smote them with their intense decibel level. He struggled against his chains, seeking an end to the madness…to the insanity! It was inhuman! Beat him…break him…but not this!
Saliva doused his shirt where he had spat it out in his mad fits of epilepsy.
Tediz #977 closed the video link.
"And we've got a whole more of that were it came from…" he told Eric Cartman.
Cartman's gaze was blurry, like he was staring at a blank wall. His skin was burnt bright red where electricity had seared through it again…and again…and again… He couldn't focus any more…but he still withheld his answers. It was a like putting up a single sandbag to stop a flood.
He was breaking.
"So Eric. Where's Sarge? Where's he gone to?"
Cartman rolled his tongue round his mouth. It felt like sandpaper.
"W-water…"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you thirsty?" Tediz #977 snapped his fingers. Two Tediz walked in. The first walked up to #977 and whispered in his ear. The words 'Omega' were distinctly heard. #977's eyes went wide.
"I've still got work to do here," he said in Tediz. "The situation will be taken care of. As for now, our prisoner thirsts," he snarled, "give him something to drink."
Moments later one Tediz held Cartman's arms bound as the other poured petrol down Cartman's gullet. Tediz #977 watch Cartman struggle and scream with a sinister grin across his face.

Chael and Pyst ran down the corridor. Suddenly the wall in front of them glowed red and then proceeded to melt. Tediz screams could be heard coming in through the gap.
A four-foot flamethrower-totting Squirrel walked through. He flipped his welding mask up.
"Wassap?!" Squeaky asked.
"Were those Tediz?" Chael asks.
"Yup."
"Damn! I missed some," Pyst growls.
Behind them the door to the Omega's lab blew open. The three Komiz stood there in full battle fever.
"You took care of it, huh Pyst?" Chael groaned.

FlatFeet hopped off of the tank turret in the hanger and gazed at the mountain of corpses with a smile on his face.
"Ahh…the good old days…" he sighed.
Hundreds of green droplets swarmed out of cracks in the walls and seeped into every Tediz body that lay in the hangar. FlatFeet gazed in horror as the resurrection process began…
Quickly he climbed back onto the tank as hundreds of Komiz rose from the grave. He fired every last bullet left in the turret and to his greater alarm and dismay, found the Komiz unaffected. They marched towards the tank menacingly.
Panicking FlatFeet pulled the hatch down and cowered in the safety of the tank.
*!SLAM!* *!SLAM!* *!SLAM!* *!SLAM!*
The walls around him began to weaken.
FlatFeet's heart raced at a thousand miles an hour. Sweat dripped off his forehead in buckets, but he wasn't hot. This was the cold sweat of fear.
Very soon a brown paw poked through the steel and many more started to pull it back.
He was going to die. He'd be torn to pieces, limb-by-limb. He checked the ammo on his sidearm. He had one bullet left.
A giant hole now stood between him and a hundred murderous beasts. A deathly silence fell.
FlatFeet trembled. A tear rolled down his cheek. The thought of his wife raced through his mind.
"**** this ****…" he whispered, and shot himself in the head.