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


(A/N I've gotten a spare hour I didn't count on and in this time I'm going to try and add another notch to my typewrite…figuratively speaking. The first Act of the FlatFeet Saga is coming to an end, most probably not in this chapter, but not much more than an extra one. Time is tight, like I had stated previously, and I'm juggling multiple timetables and schedules right now. I'm trying my best to narrate this 99th tale to you and I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as we did living it.)

Chapter 6: Rage unleashed

The nucleus flashed green with excitement. It sensed a great mind…it sensed intelligence… It was eager to learn.
It raced through the path of Komiz feet, into the tank and sunk deep into the still body of Joshua "FlatFeet" Evans. It smothered him in it and the reincarnation process began…
FlatFeet's muscles tripled, his shirt tearing as massive, bulging, powerful flesh and bone forced its way out. His hands were as large as sledgehammers, each arm as thick as a telephone pole. His chest was broad and inflated. Muscles rippled up and down his torso and into his legs. His shoulders hunched low as FlatFeet's still face became animated once more. An expression of pure animal rage was on his face. His eyes turned blood-shot as his glasses fell to the ground, shattering. Of the really FlatFeet nothing remained save for his combat pants. He snorted and looked at the Komiz army.
FlatFeet's great mind shattered like a pane of glass until but one though ran constantly through his head:
Revenge.

Stealth was not Mon's area of expertise. Hiding in a crate filled with supplies was not exactly the best tactic, but it was the only thing he could think off.
The trail of bodies he had been following had risen and transformer into something grotesque. He heard slow, padded footsteps outside his crate. With his radio down and ammunition low escape was a near impossibility. His best choice was to bunker down till he had a break to run for it.
He shifted ever so quietly to get in a more comfortable position... "Stress," he thought, "is bad for the heart. Maybe if I just relax and take a few deep breaths I can…"


* 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.*


Mon snapped upright. Something was wrong. He could sense it. He was needed. Dieing.
He quietly opened the crate and peeped over the edge, clutching his First-Aid kit in his paw. He would have to take the risk.

Dark's radio fizzled. He heard Ricy's voice, but they were deep inside the complex. He could barely make anything out. Ricy needed help. He turned and ran, his black trench coat flowing like dark water behind him.
He saw a hall filled with what looked like Tediz.
"Hullo there…" Dark smiled, "Who're you?"
The Panther unloaded M16 rounds into the hallway. Komiz fell to the ground, squirming in their blood. When the clip ran out, they still moved towards him…wanting…needing his blood. They craved it. The Panther couldn't help but grin at this latest challenge.
"Mother ****ers…" he grin toothily.
He threw the M16 aside, and pulled out his double 9mm pistols. He ran at the Komiz, firing. Bullets slammed into the abominable creatures, sending them crashing down. He almost slipped on their blood, but he quickly regained his balance.
The Panther made his way out of the complex, the Komiz still trying to slowly drag their selves after him…
As he made it out he saw Mon running. He followed, lurking in the shadows. He was not seen. He followed Mon all the way to Ricy and Deja. Mon got to work as soon as he got there. Suddenly, a group of Komiz jumped out from the bushes.
There was a small flash of silver, and Dark was out in front of them. His sword was drawn. He slashed the first, beheading it. The second died when the panther's sword penetrated its heart. Dark kept fighting, fending off the Komiz. He growled, slashing every enemy precisely and harshly. His blade was covered in blood by the time he was done. He stood on a pile of Komiz bodies, looking down at the other soldiers.
One of the Komiz hands twitched. Dark lifted his sword up and rammed it through the pile.
"Oreos leapt up and grabbed onto a pipe built along the ceiling as he heard rapid footsteps heading towards the lab exit. Using every ounce of strength he had in him he flattened himself along the ceiling.
Dark ran underneath, moving like someone's life depended on it.
By the time Oreos had dropped and turned Dark was gone. He grumbled slightly and ran after him, deciding to leave the lab to the others.
Holding his Falcon 2 Scope with both hands, Oreos quickly ran back into the hallway and stopped.
He knew Dark's technique, and despite him passing through that particular point only moments ago…this wasn't his style.
After Dark's assault, someone had come and literally pulled the Komiz apart limb by limb, smearing their innards across the walls. Oreos had seen a lot in his years in service, but this chilled him to his bones.

*clank*

"Who's there?! Come out slowly with your hands up..." Oreos barked. Several grunting noises came round the corner. Oreos' lifted an eyebrow at what followed. It was massive, like a mix between a Squirrel, an Ape and Boar. Oreos recognised the stitched twin "F's" along the side of the pants. Nothing else.
"What happened to you?" he asked in his deep, mellow voice, "Having a bad fur day?"
Flatfeet slowly walked towards Oreos, veins popping out of his head with every step.
"That…not…funny…"
Flatfeet swung his massive fist and punched Oreos in the face, knocking Oreos half-way across the room to crash into a wall.
"FlatFeet! What's wrong with you?!" Oreos asked. The wall had crumbled slightly with the impact. FlatFeet's strength was incredible.
Komiz troops poured into the hallway. FlatFeet roared, his face flushed red. He launched himself at the Komiz, allowing Oreos to slip by unnoticed.
"Thanks Flatfeet…don't worry, I'll find the cure for this thing."
Oreos picked up a fallen K7 and ran off, leaving Flatfeet to deal with his inner demon.

Blaze turned, just in time to see Dark sprint out of the hallway. He almost tried to stop him, but he assumed the Omega Project HQ had informed only him about had already been compromised, and if so, the rest of the platoon would need his help. He turned to CoolGuy and Stealth.
"Listen up. HQ told me more about the chemical side of this mission." His tone of voice had changed. It was harsher…colder… Ruthless.
"They told only you?" CoolGuy asked. Stealth looked at Blaze suspiciously.
"Yes. It was too risky…"
"Risky?" Stealth asked accusingly. "You held back vital information. You're not better than any double agent out there."
"What did you call me?" Blaze hissed. Stealth came right up in front of Blaze.
"You heard me… I'm reporting this to Oreos." He reached for his radio.
"I think you'll find those a bit of a disappointment. They won't be working."
Sure enough, they weren't.
CoolGuy was quick to stay Stealth's hand.
"We've got no choice but to listen to him."

"Right now the Omega Project has been released. It's turned every dead Tediz into a deadlier Komiz troop. We didn't want Oreos to know this, or he may not have sent the troops. The Agency put me on board because I've been working the Defence sector for years now. I wasn't important military wise…but the government wanted my service. One of my main area of expertise is B.O.W.'s"
"B.O.W.?" CoolGuy asked.
"Bio Organic Weapons. Now listen, both of you. I've done things I'm not proud of before…I've made unspeakable things. But the Omega is purely a Tediz invention. It is the ultimate virus. It infects dead hosts with rage…so much rage that they reanimate. They do not sleep, eat or drink and think only to kill. It takes ten to twenty shots to the chest to even annoy these monsters. Chemical X is codenamed "Phazon". That was ours. It's a highly advanced chemical that results in more proficient weapons. We need to get that, now, if we want to survive… So follow me."
He turned and left. Stealth looked at CoolGuy.
"We got to Stealth…" he shrugged. Reluctantly they both followed.
As they made their way deeper into the base the walls started to take on a strange tint. They began to look almost tissue-like. The floor did, too.
"Eww…" CoolGuy said as he trampled in a pile of what, no one knew. The path winded and twisted, and their surroundings began to look more and more bizarre.
"This is the fabled Bio-Lab X. Even I don't know what they've cooked up down here…"

Inside the lab various chemical agents were being mixed electronically. Blaze made his way to a vat of an electric blue gel. He ran his fingers round the edge like it was a pot of gold.
Suddenly with a slurping sound the hallway they had used to enter sealed up and formed a kind of scab, barring their exit.

Blaze frowned.
With another sucking sound the biological room opened up a hole in the floor. A giant mutated Komiz, like a fusion of six or seven of the beasts, rose out of the hole, each head shrieking in anger.
CoolGuy pulled out his firearm and fired off six rounds. They appeared to merely agitate the beast. Blaze snatched his pistol out of his hand and to Stealth utmost surprise he held his sword as well.
"Traitor!" he hissed.
With one motion Blaze threw his own weapons in the Phazon vat along with Stealth and CoolGuy's.
"What are you doing?!" CoolGuy asked.
"Wait!"
The beast sniffed the air. Realisation dawned on Stealth. The beast was blind.
Using a pair of large tongs he drew his own weapon out of the vat.
A black shell had encased it.
In a mix of guttural roars and ear-splitting shrieks the beast leapt at Blaze. Blaze snarled and launched a stream of Phazon-encased bullets at the monster. It shrieked as the black fire pelted it again and again. With a final groan it fell back into its hole, dead.
"Let's go," Blaze ordered, scooping up a large sample of Phazon and storing it safely in his pocket. He gave CoolGuy and Stealth their weapons back.
"Last time I checked," Stealth hissed, "I was the ranking officer."
Blaze shrugged. CoolGuy looked at Stealth.
"Now let's go."