The 99th Platoon – The FlatFeet Saga
Act Three: Into the Lair

(A/N As the Saga draws to a close and the action begins to reach a climactic point the number of battles increase. All I have to say is a small note to the Platoon: You each gave so much information in these final battle scenes and I've tried my best to include as much as possible, but there are a large number of scenes that didn't make the final cut, and so I ask your forgiveness for using my editing liberty. To the average reader I apologize if this and the following chapter feel like a bombardment of plot, but I suggest you give it a try. It's hard to swallow in one go, so the action is divided into parts, hopefully making comprehension easier.)

Chapter 18: A Heart of Darkness

"It has come...It is time..." The Professor walked right up to the pulsating Omega. "I command you! Out! Leave the vessel satanic creation of a twisted mind! I compel you! OUT!"
You fool. What do you think this is?
In one swift motion Omega's gigantic hand flashed out and snapped the Professor in two.
"Holy!" someone cried.
"He was the only one who knew what to do!"
"How the hell are we gonna explain this one to the Agency?"
"How do we get Deja back!" "
As far as I'm concerned there's only one way to end this." Sarge loaded two cartridges into the shotgun chamber. He snapped the weapon shut.
"We fight."
Sarge's right eye was twitching...a sure sign that a battle was soon to follow.
Dark flexed his palms grabbing a firm grip of his blade. He rolled his head around the base of his neck. Several cracks were heard.
Oreos was staring at Sarge looking for the cue. He noticed the twitch. He dropped the Avenger's safety.
Blaze twirled his combat knife in his fingers at warp speed. All that was visible was a silver blur. He was nervous.
FlatFeet looked at Omega.
"I'm gonna enjoy this . Get ready for an ass whooping."

The darkness was cold, quiet, and almost soothing. It felt like floating in eternity, no time, no worries. Nothing mattered, not in here, or anywhere. Shadows within the dark, swirled around softly. They came closer, they felt soft to the touch, warm, comforting. Friends, family, comrades in arms... all seemed to melt away from existence...
"Get up!"
Pyst's eyes popped open; he could see nothing but darkness. He seemed to laying on his back.
"Get up!" A quiet yet familiar voice said again.
"Why?"
"Why not?"
Pyst stood to his feet. His entire body ached.
"Who are you?" he asked into the darkness.
"You remember, don't you?"
Pyst reached into the dark, searching for the voice.
"Or has all the killing clouded your memory?"
"I still remember..." He recognized the voice almost at once, it belonged to someone he knew before the Platoon, even before the Army.
"Are you really here? Or is this just in my head?"
"I'm just here to guide you back to your friends."
"My team? Are they ok?"
"They're about to fight the Omega, they could use your help."
"Fine, how do I get out of here?"
"You're not even here, you're with your friends right now."
"I see." He paused. "Will I see you again, or at least hear you again?"
"I'm not even here Rick, I'm just in your head."
"Well are you still alive in the real world? I mean, I never saw you again after the... accident..."
"Find out when you get out. Right now you have a job to do. All you have to do is turn round."
Pyst heard noise behind him, but paused.
"Dad?" he said quietly, "I really do miss you man."
He turned around and instantly he spotted the entire Platoon, getting ready to engage with the behemoth Omega. Pyst gripped his trusty M-249 machine gun and felt a grin creep slowly across his face.
"That' right! I'M BACK! SAVE SOME ASS KICKING FOR ME GUYS!"Blaze was spinning the knife furiously now. His fringe was being whipped around in the vortex of air...
Everyone watched on mesmerised. It was going to be the signal...but when?

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The knife flew from Blaze's fingers faster than a speeding bullet. It tore straight through the air landing squarely in Omega's chest.
It had begun.
Sarge shot straight at Omega's large, vulnerable eyes.
The individual shrapnel cartridges tore through the air...and began slowing down. By the time they reached Omega they had stopped - they were hanging in mid air.
I am still in control here you fool...you can't harm me unless I want let you to
"I don't think so," Sarge smirked. "FlatFeet! Chael! Now!"
Chael gripped FlatFeet's hand tightly by the elbow. The two closed their eyes...concentrating.
Sarge chewed his lower lip...it had to work.

ker-BLAM

YaaAAaaAaaaRRRrrrRRgGgGGG!

The bullets had picked up speed again and launched themselves directly into Omega's left eye. The great entity bellowed.
HOW!
"It's simple. They're smarter than you..." he laughed. "It's harder than it looks isn't it? Now hand over Deja."
NEVER!
"Fine."
Sarge dropped his arm.
"LET'S TAKE OUT THE TRASH!"

-Meanwhile back at Head Quarters-
"Holy sh-!"
The unfortunate guard reached for his radio.
"We are under a-"

pipf! pipf! pipf pipf!

The Tediz invading HQ trooped past.
Level Alpha was breached.
"Come in level Alpha! What was that? Repeat previous message...Holy M-"
They fired. He was dead. His eyeball was used to open the retina doors.
Level Beta was breached.
The soldiers lined up outside the pressure room. This was the tough one. It would take them longer to pass the vacuum...

-Inside the Lair-
FlatFeet blinked. He was alone. Then he saw the Omega shrinking down to a normal size, but the image was transparent and divided, as if it were many T.V. screens showing the same channel.
"I see what you're doing. You're fighting us all individually, yet together. Trying to pick us off all at once, but all in different places. So," said FlatFeet, loading his assault rifle "I'd better go get this over with."

Joshua "FlatFeet" Evans

You think you can actually destroy me? When I took over your mind so easily? said the Omega Oh, you must be thinking that you let me into your mind voluntarily, but you did not expect the effects to be so overwhelming, did you? You did not expect the urge for revenge…
"Revenge for what?"
You truly don't know? I must have corrupted you more than I thought.
FlatFeet suddenly reeled, his head being flooded with images of a Komiz – Omega infected Komiz, brutally killing his wife. FlatFeet cried out in anguish.
So, you finally know the truth. An earlier version of my Progenitor, before the Tediz degraded me and locked me in their labs, infected a soldier and killed your wife. All part of my plan to place you under my control
"It was you…" FlatFeet said with rage. "You…killed the only love in my life, all because of you. You killed her! My wife!" he screamed, and rushed at the Omega. His body began changing as the need for vengeance and wrath flooded him once again. His arms grew long and large, with wrists as thick as tree trunks. The mutation occurred all at once, leaving his mental projection as a replica of the beast he was while on a rampage. The Omega reached out to attack, but felt FlatFeet's massive hand grab his neck and tear his head off of his body.
FlatFeet stopped, gasping. Slowly he melted back into his normal form, his shirt in tatters around him. He stared as one of the screens went blank.
"Once we have all defeated our own inner Omega…we shall all be free…"

Thomas "WWW" Warclat

"Once we have all defeated our own inner Omega…we shall all be free…"
WWW could hear FlatFeet's voice, as if it was far away.
#987…comrade…I am not finished with you yet…
"I'm no comrade of yours. I faced that demon a long time ago."
Ah ye, your dream, your Tediz Commander. He wasn't as dead as you thought he was, was he?
"How do you know of that?"
It's all in your head. Do you realize what you were #987? You were the prototype of a more intelligent Tediz, but with it came something no other Tediz had. Your intelligence is the reason for your compassion
"Your virus wasn't even created when I was. What are you talking about?"
You don't understand who I am #987. As a virus, I am programmed to remember anything I encounter. This is the latest most complete version, but I was being cultivated…and learning…long before you, or Evans met me. I am an intelligent survivor
"A parasite."
A difference of opinions
"So you've been around…"
For a very long time. All my infected victims are chosen for a purpose. The Tediz managed to find me and contain me, hoping to refine me to suit their needs. Luckily for me, you 99th Buffoons let me loose
"You know what? That's enough chitchat."
The Omega lunged at WWW. The Tediz swerved and fired directly beneath the Omega's chin.

00-Oreos : "Chael" : Blaze S. Reinhart

Oreos, Chael and Blaze found their selves in what looked like an abandoned city when they heard Flatfeet's message. Moments later they were surrounded by growling and drooling Komiz.
A Komiz jumped at Blaze. He sidestepped and rammed its head into the ground. Another jumped and this time Oreos kicked it, sending it soaring into a building. Two more attacked. He caught their heads in his hands and smashed them against a wall. More Komiz began to surround him. Blaze grabb them by the shoulders, throwing them to the ground.
"You forget that I've learnt the rules to operating in here Omega," Chael said, staying away from the Komiz throng. Recognising that he was the real threat, the real Omega formed in front of Chael hissing.
"You incompetent bastard, I've shown you before you're no match for me, yet you still send yourself to the slaughter. You're bothersome."
Chael closed his eyes, focusing. He formed the mental image in his mind as he heard Omega approaching.
Screaming, his eyes wide open a bright white light burst forth from Chael, enveloping everything in its path. Blaze and Oreos shielded their eyes as the chilling white light engulfed them, the screams of the Omega ringing in their ears, till at last nothing could be heard but silence.
Chael, exhausted, fell to one knee.