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


(A/N Hello everyone. The world goes on, much as it has done this past Age. I've managed to sneak another slot to write another chapter in. In this regard I may have finished the first Act of The FlatFeet Saga [or as Spellchecker likes to call it: the FlatFoot Saga] As you can see the plot has thickened mercilessly, what, with FlatFeet turning into a beast of war, Blaze playing the game with a foot in two camps and the Agency having hidden agendas… Forgive the long length of this chapter, but as it is the end of this Act it deserves a somewhat extended ending, don't you think? In other news, a nice 'timetable' of events has been drawn up, so the rest of the year's fic-load is planned and all that waits is for it to be knocked down. On a further note, our 'webmaster' trio are setting up a 99th website, which once completely online, shall be posted here for your viewing pleasure. By the way, "Psi" is that Greek letter right before Omega. It looks like a fork. And with that, long-winded, author's note, I bid you adieu.)

Chapter 7: Evac.


"They won't die!" Pyst yelled. Squeaky fired another blast of flamethrower at the Komiz, but they still chased steadily after them.
"Dammit! Now I remember the Omega project…" Chael swore, "It turns dead Tediz into Komiz…"
"Ok," Squeaky said, "We've fought 'em before."
"These Komiz make the old Komiz look like a helpless four year-old girl with no arms or legs."
"You know," Pyst muttered as the Komiz roared at them, "I don't like the way they're looking at us."
"Ok. Time to get the hell outta here." Chael and Pyst stopped firing and ran.
"Wait guys!" Squeaky yelled, tightening the straps on his… "I took my jetpack instead of my backpack!"

*tsssssssss-SHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEWWWWWW!*

Squeaky scooped Pyst and Chael up in his arms, leaving the Komiz behind in a cloud of smoke and dust. They sped through the aisles at an insane pace…
 "This…is…" Chael panted, his face turning green at the cheeks.
"AWESOME!" Pyst crowed.

FlatFeet watched Oreos run away. He roared in pain as three separate thoughts tore through his tortured mind.
"He is a coward...he does not want the blood on your hands...kill everyone...for revenge..." "No! Don't think that FlatFeet! He is trying to help you! Don't think about killing him, or any of the platoon!" "What do you mean by 'revenge'? Revenge for what?"
All these different thoughts raced in FlatFeet's mind, unfortunately, the second thought faded away to nothing, and the other two argued, with the first voice clearly overpowering all others…
In an overwhelming flash he saw the face of his wife…now gone…
It was quickly suppressed by his blood-red vision.
He had to kill…kill and destroy…

Mon ran down the hallway, his first-aid kit dangling in his arm. He suddenly stopped at a fork. The hair at the back of his neck rose as he heard gunfire, followed by Komiz screams. He took the 'fresher' smelling path, with a distinct feeling that someone was following him. But there was no time for weird feelings. Help was needed.
He slid to his knees right beside Ricy. Ricy looked first at Deja and then at Mon.
" Mon!" his face flooded with relief, "She's slipping! Hurry!"
Mon's eyes grew dark. He began taking supplies out of his bag.
The wound had cut both her right kidney and punctured her liver. Bile was starting to fill the bloodstream.
Without warning Komiz troops flooded the area. As suddenly as the Komiz had arrived a shadow within shadows stepped out from behind Mon. He saw only flashes of silver until at last Dark had stopped moving. He rammed his sword through his pile of kills.
"Take your time…" he rasped.
Mon nodded clumsily and got back to work.
He rolled Deja onto her front and lifted her top slightly to examine the wound. He winced at the sight. It wasn't pretty. The internal organs had suffered. He did what he could, gave her a square of chocolate to suck on, and then rested her against a tree trunk. He turned to look at the Black Panther and the White Hawk.
"She'll be ok for now. But she won't last longer unless I can get her to an operating table."
Dark nodded.
"I'll do it." He grabbed his radio. "Oreos, we're calling for an emergency evac. unit to get us the **** outta here."

*Oreos…* It was Stealth.
"What?" Oreos hissed. He was descending ever so slowly into the room. A large fork-like character had been painted on the steel door. This was the antidote.
Psi.
*It's Blaze…I can't talk now, but I'll tell you this: he was holding vital info from us. He sabotaged the radios so we couldn't contact you. I'm talking over a Tediz radio I found on a corpse. Blaze was in the Defence sector of the Agency working on B.O.W.'s and he knew about the virus on this island*
Oreos nearly fell face first onto the floor. He quickly spun round and landed on his feet. As if the news of an emergency evac. wasn't bad enough.
"What?!" he hissed.
*…*
"Stealth?"
*…*
"Stealth, this is Oreos…over…"
Nothing. Static.
"Damn it!" He snatched the antidote and ran.

"Come on," Blaze said, his voice once again jovial and friendly. "We've got the big guns now. It's up to us to clear a path to the exit."
"We should stop past the jail-cells," CoolGuy added. Stealth dropped what looked like a radio as Blaze turned to look at him. He came up to the other two.
"Some one's bound to have been captured," Stealth finished, looking at Blaze menacingly.
They drew their Phazon-encased weapons and ran.

"There's the exit!"
"I'm almost out of ammo!"
"They STILL won't die!"
"Run!"
Chael and Squeaky ran out into the weakening darkness outside. Pyst continued firing round after round at the Komiz.
"Pyst! What're you doing?!"
"DIE MUTHA *******!"

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

"C'mon Pyst!"
"I'm right here you bastards! Come get me!"
An enraged Komiz ripped a chunk of cement out of the wall.
"Pyst!" Chael and Squeaky cried in unison.
Pyst leapt, but too late. The concrete black smashed the ceiling, barricading the exit with rubble. Pyst looked wildly at the Komiz approaching him.
"If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me!" he cackled, drawing a C4 bomb from his side. He laughed as he pressed the detonator…

RedStorm had now been shackled upright. They had turned the T.V. screens and the stereo off. He was panting…exhausted…beat… The door to his cell opened wide. Pyst was dragged in, bloody and beaten.
"Damn stupid detonator batteries! Hey…HEY PISS ANTS!" the Komiz shackled him next to RedStorm, "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SHOOT ME ON THE DAMN SPOT!"
The door slammed shut. RedStorm spoke, his words heavy and dripping, as if he couldn't hear or focus well…
"Pyst…"
"Red! They got you too!"
"Listen! They're looking for this guy who set off some…Omega project or something…"
Pyst was silent.
"From the way they're acting about it, if they find him it means his balls are mince meat."
"Uh-oh… But look, we've been trained to resist all forms of torture…at least I have…so… BRING ON THE PAIN!" Pyst screamed to no one. "WE LOVE THE PAIN!"
"He doesn't represent me!" RedStorm gasped, "Can I be tortured separately?"
The T.V. screens flickered on, followed by the voice of the moon walking individual on the various screens.
"Whoops…" Pyst managed to whisper.

Oreos found himself in a tower. The right side had a huge window, which gave whoever was up here a perfect view of the entire island, from the jungle to the beach.
There weren't any Komiz or Tediz up here, so Oreos set his K7 Avenger down; it was on its last clip anyways. Security monitors took up most of the left side of the room, and Oreos walked over to check up on the team's status.
On one screen, he could see CoolGuy, Stealth and Blaze running down a long hallway. They attacked two Komiz that guarded the cell door with what looked like black bullets. They ran into the room. CoolGuy quickly covered his ears as Stealth hacked Pyst and RedStorm's manacles and Blaze shot up various T.V. screens. Having done this they made their way through the base, CoolGuy, Stealth and Blaze shooting every Komiz in their path with their peculiar ammunition.
"I'm never gonna get these guys."
To the monitor on the left, there was a moving camera following Mon, as he, Dark and Ricy carried Deja, who looked like she got hit by a train, and then some. Oreos looked around. There was a big locker near the windows, and he shot off the lock. Inside was a sniper rifle, a few rounds left. He looked out the window again.
The evacuation boat team was waiting for them at the beach. He scanned the track behind them. Further back Chael and Squeaky were also running in the directions of the boats. A fast-moving vehicle was kicking up a cloud of dust after them.
"Mon, Dark, Ricy, Chael, Squeaky…you're being followed by what appears to be a SUV. Get over to those boats as fast as you can!"
Oreos slung the sniper rifle over his shoulder and pulled out the long cord he had used numerous times throughout the evening. He quickly rigged up a support ring, tied his feet together, and leapt out of the top window of the base.

As Squeaky and Chael approached Mon and the others the roar of the SUV grew louder.
"Keep running!" Chael yelled, "The beach is just past that ridge!"

*tsseeeeeeeEEEEEEEWWWWWW!*

They all fell to the ground and the rocket flew harmlessly overhead. However in their delay the SUV had caught up with them.
He leapt though the air, landing with his massive flat feet on the SUV's bonnet. The Platoon members looked on in horror as FlatFeet tore the SUV and all its occupants to pieces.
The sound of stamping feet was heard. It was Oreos, leading Blaze, CoolGuy, Stealth, Pyst and RedStorm.
"Go! Go! GO!"

They reached the boats and clambered in one after another, FlatFeet's roars haunting them in the distance.
Two blacker-than-black fighter jets screeched through the brightening sky.
"What the **** are those!?" Oreos yelled. He turned to Blaze. "You better not have anything to do with this!"
Explosions rocked the island as the jets dropped napalm bombs through the jungle. They circled around, ready to strike again.
"Those are Agency planes!" Ricy yelled, his keen eye-sight and avionics specialty proving once again extremely useful.
"Agency?" Oreos barked. He rounded on Blaze.
"I don't know! They didn't tell me this! Look, I'm on your side here…I didn't do anything wrong."
"Fine then…" Oreos turned to face the other evac. boats, "Let's get the hell outta here!"
Another sector of the island went up in flames.

"****!" Blaze swore as he looked at the surrounding boats, "What about FlatFeet…what about…Eric!"
Oreos eyes widened. He looked back at the island. The boats had just started moving. He held his head in his hands.
"I forgot…" he whispered, sitting down, his legs suddenly weak.
Blaze was out of the boats and on dry land before Oreos had finished his sentence. He took two deep breaths and swallowed. He was going to tap into the characteristic that made his race unique amongst others.
He ran. To all others he was nothing but a black and red streak. In his eyes the world was nothing but a blur of colour. Only a small patch in front of him, like a tunnel amidst the madness, let him see where he was going.
He was inside the base…he dashed up a flight of steps and turned through the labyrinth-like corridors.

The pilots flipped to their strongest weapon. They were ready to wipe the island and all its secrets off the face of the earth. The bomb hatch opened.

"They've left you…" #977 snarled. Cartman didn't even have strength enough to speak back. "And since things have gotten…far more explosive…I too am leaving."
The door burst down and a red and black streak poured in. #977 blinked.
They were gone.

The two planes flew overhead and dropped The Bombs. They flew towards the ground…and exploded on impact.

Blaze slipped into his fastest and most exhausting gear. To Cartman who wasn't accustomed to high-speed vision, the world seemed to be moving at an incredibly slow pace.
Not a sound could be heard.
There was a flash of brilliant white and a pillar of blue flame climbed slowly into the air…
It spread outwards engulfing the base…
It spread so slowly towards Blaze and Cartman.
They had made it to the beach…
The water rose behind them in slow motion as Blaze sped across the water, leaving a curved hallway where they had sliced over the seas surface…
They landed in the boat.

Blaze gasped. Breathless. Oreos blinked multiple times.
"What th-" he stammered. Blaze took a deep breath.
"I just stepped out for a few seconds…"

Behind them the pillar of fire subsided. Sunlight crept quietly over the horizon. The boats sped off to safety and rest.

Something stirred underneath a pile of rubble. A bloodstained fist burst through.
FlatFeet was alive.
And he wasn't happy.