AN: Hey! This E-tacito here, bringing you a brand new story! For those of you who have read Fireteam of Idiots on Remnant. I'm not leaving that story to die. I've just been busy and I finally had a park of inspiration to write this story. I will try to get a chapter for that story out within the next couple of days. I just really wanted to write this so don't kill me for it.
"Hey fuck face, why did you make us go to this shit on leave instead of literally anywhere else? I could have been on a beach somewhere with a mojito and some bad ass babes on my arms. Instead I'm in this shit surrounded by some midget sized weebs. What gives Frias?" A young man said. Said young man was 19 years old with a slight blond stubble standing at around five foot eight inches. He had blonde hair in a combover with a fade along the sides in a military appropriate haircut. He had pale skin and striking blue eyes. A strong chin and a slightly crooked nose from a fight back in high school. His name was Private Timothy Volk. A proud member of the United States Army. 82nd Airborne to be specific.
"Calm the fuck down Volk. You suck at talking to women. Last time you tried, you turned into a blubbering virgin mess. You were lucky I was there to save your ass. Besides, I always wanted to visit Tokyo. See the technology and the culture." His comrade responded. His comrade was also a young man. Twenty two years old to be exact. He stood quite a bit bigger than Timothy at six foot two inches. Standing out in the crowded Tokyo streets, He had lightly tanned skin, black hair done up in a similar style to Timothy's just a tad shorter on the top. He had dark brown eyes with a fierce intensity to them. Not of his own volition, he simply had an intense air to him even though he was a relatively calm and peaceful person. His name was Spc. Efrain Frias. A proud member of the 82nd Airborne just like his comrade. He served as a Combat medic for the unit.
"Yeah. 'Culture'. The man just has yellow fever and wants to see if any of these fine ladies in Tokyo will give him a 'happy ending'." A man from behind them said grabbing them both around the necks with his arms. The man cut an imposing figure. Standing at six foot two just like Efrain, he however had at least twenty more pounds of muscle on his frame. He had his hair cut in a classic fade. He had pale skin and light brown hair with green eyes. He had dark circles around his eyes, probably from not getting enough sleep, even though he was on leave. His name was Private First Class Caleb Newlin. He was another member of their unit.
"Oh are you sure you of all people should be criticizing me for my preferences? The man who spent all his money in the strip club and had to borrow money from me to make his car payment for the month?" Frias responded sharply.
"Oh calm down Frias. That was forever ago. Besides. I don't mind this trip. The food is decent and I get to feel like a giant. Besides all these babes in risque costumes keeping wanting to take pictures with me. I have no idea what they are saying, but I fucking love it." Caleb responded with a large thumbs up and a sparkling smile.
"Yeah that makes sense. We are in Ginza and that seems to be anime central or at least close to it. They must all be cosplayers, they probably think you are cosplaying too. Especially with that bandana and the sleeveless shirt. Probably think you're a wannabe Rambo or some fucker in one of their countless anime." Frias responded as they made their way to the KFC down the street where they were supposed to meet the last man of their group.
"Gotta say tho. Kinda hate the whole no guns allowed thing about this country. I just feel naked without something to protect myself with." Volk said as they continued walking down the packed street. "Also is it always this packed?"
"Relax. This is literally the safest city in the world, besides I'm pretty sure we'll be fine as long as we don't get into a fight with the second coming of Jackie Chan." Frias replied.
"I'm pretty sure Jackie Chan is Chinese bro." Tim responded.
"Eh same shit."
"That's pretty racist bro." Tim teased
"Yeah definitely not PC bro." Caleb joined in on the good natured ribbing.
"Ah fuck off. Y'all got no right to give me shit about being PC. Especially you Volk! After you got shit faced and sat at Popeyes demanding that they give you the n-word chicken." Frias snapped back
"Hey bro. Not cool. We promised to never bring up Volk's many many many failures as a human being." Newlin replied smugly.
"Oh really? Says the man who ran through a gay pride parade absolutely shit faced screaming there are only two genders. The dicks and the dickless." Volk snapped back.
"Yeah not my brightest moment." Newlin replied scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.
"Well it's pretty obvious you are all absolute degenerates, but you are all my degenerates. So please. Don't cause an international incident by committing a hate crime? And please for all that is holy remember the three rules. Don't subtract from the local population. Don't add to the local population. And if you end up in jail. Establish dominance quickly, cuz your ass is staying there for a while." A voice spoke up from his seat on a bench. The man sitting there was a young man, 25 years old. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and slightly tanned skin. He had an old fashioned high and tight haircut and had a piercing stare. He had a scar that ran the length of his cheekbone under his right eye from shrapnel he received in Afghanistan. He had a deep and rumbling voice. He cut an imposing sight even though he stood shorter than both Frias and Newlin at five foot ten inches. He was Cpl. Michael Kopman. Leader of the Unit of absolute idiots.
"Now let's get some food. I want some goddamn chicken and this shithole doesn't have a Chick-fil-a anywhere. So we gotta go to the Colonel I guess." Kopman said as we entered the KFC.
"Yeah bro. That Chick-fil-a sauce be hittin'." Volk said as we entered the full KFC and got into the back of the very long line.
"Nah bruh Cane's is where it's at. That toast they give with the meal is fire. And that chicken is way better than Chick-fil-a. I'll give Chick-fil-a some credit, that sauce is fire, but everywhere else Cane's is the boss." Newlin fired back.
"Oh shut the fuck up you failed coathanger abortion! Chick-fil-a has better fries and the better sauce. I'm in between on the chicken, but overall Chick-fil-a is the fucking way to go." Volk shot back starting a scene as everybody's attention shot towards the group of arguing idiots.
"How about you Frias? What side you leaning on?" Kopman asked generally curious, and not really caring about all the attention they were receiving.
"Honestly. I like all of it. It's all better than DFAC food. So I really couldn't give less of a shit. As long as it's real food and not some of this sushi bullshit, then I'm down." Frias responded calmly.
In the Japanese crowd you could see a few people get pissed off by the sushi comment.
"Ya know. It's really strange. For all that you wanted to come to Japan, you really don't like the local food." Kopman replied.
"Well I grew up eating beans, rice, and meat for the majority of my life. Didn't have seafood until I was in my late teens and never really liked it unless it was fried or salmon. For some reason salmon is alright. The rest is all bullshit. At least to me." Frias replied as the line kept moving.
"Eh to each his own I guess." Kopman replied while Volk and Newlin kept on bickering and were on the verge of fighting right there and then. "Should we break these idiots up? Or let these fine people have a show?"
"Nah" Frias said looking at the onlookers slowly stepping away from the soldiers. "We don't need Tokyo police here giving us a hard time. The less bullshit I deal with this weekend the better."
"Yeah. Let's just break this shit off now." Kopman says before they start hearing screams. "Come on now. No need to scream! They haven't even thrown a punch yet!?"
He then looked around the restaurant and saw that it wasn't anybody from inside that was yelling, rather the yells were coming from outside the restaurant. Looking outside they saw tons of people running in absolute chaos away from something straight north of their position. The group decided to head out of the restaurant to see what the situation was. Up ahead they could see a small group of police cars starting to set up a roadblock. Then that's when they heard a vicious roar and looked up to see a dragon flying above them.
"For fucksakes. The one time we go to Japan they decide to go all Godzilla and shit." Volk yelled out.
"Fuck it let's go see what the Police are building a baricade for." Kopman said before leading the group through the chaos and towards the police. As they got closer they heard the first gunshots, causing them to hurry up their pace and reach the Barricade sooner. Once they reached the police they were yelled at by said police. They couldn't understand them so they decided to take a peak and see what they were dealing with. Up ahead of them they saw a massive formation of romanesque looking soldiers with shields and armor. They had to take cover once more behind the police cars as a volley of arrows flew towards them.
"Ah shit Cpl. what the fuck are we going to do? And what they fuck is going on? These arrows look pretty fucking real!" Volk shouted out as the Arrows pierced the cars and shattered the glass.
"Get out of here. Civilians run away!" One of the Police officers who spoke english yelled out at the group.
"We aren't civilians. We're soldiers. Let us help out. Do you have any extra weapons?" Kopman yelled back. For a second the police argued between themselves before relenting.
"All we have is one extra Nambu M60. We only have the six shells to spare." The officer from earlier said handing the .38 revolver to Kopman before handing the rest of us night sticks. "This is all we have. We just have to hold this position until the JSDF get here."
"How about the US marines at the embassy? Shouldn't they be able to lend us some support." Kopman asked as he checked the gun out.
"No the embassy is being assaulted on all sides and there are multiple groups attacking in various locations throughout the city. We just have to hold out for as long as possible!" The Officer replied.
"Well shit we aren't going to hold up long against that! The infantry is getting closer! We aren't going to make a difference in this wide open street! We need to get it in a tight confined area where numbers will matter less!" Kopman shouted back after seeing the columns advancing at a faster pace with a man on a horse leading them on.
"What do you suggest? We can't leave the civilians unguarded." The officer replied.
"We aren't exactly going to slow them down too much. I think your first gunshots just spooked them. The cars will slow them down a small bit, but a few bullets and nightsticks won't do much good out in the open. Let's take the fight into the lobby of the hotel a block down. It's one obvious entrance point and we can fight them as they come in. There we can at least cause them some casualties and slow them down somewhat to buy the others time to get to safety. It's the best way to make a difference. Don't fight a meaningless battle." Kopman said while pointing out a hotel further down the street.
"Alright fine." The officer said before turning to his colleagues and relaying the orders.
After the next arrow volley the group of twelve men made a mad dash for the hotel stowed away inside. Inside the lobby there were various employees huddled behind the counter that popped their head up to see what was going on.
The officer yelled off some orders to the civilians in Japanese and they quickly made their way up to the upper floors of the building.
"Alright let's form up here. I want those with guns behind the concierge desk. Sights on the entrance point. Frias, Newlin, and Volk. I want you guys to stack up next to the door. As soon as we drop the first few I need you guys to take their weapons and armor. It's going to be a CQC battle after the first few minutes and I'd much rather all of us have armour and swords rather than just nightsticks." Kopman shouted out as everybody went about following his commands. Even the Tokyo Police didn't question the orders after they were translated for them.
After waiting about three or so minutes the first of the soldiers made their way into the building smashing the glass doors wide open only two get riddled with holes as the police unloaded a salvo on the first two soldiers through. Immediately Frias, Volk, and Newlin got to work dragging the dying bodies away and finishing them off. Frias and Volk immediately equipped themselves with the hole blood soaked plate body armor of the soldiers. Newlin took the scutum shield and gladius sword for himself while Frias grabbed a scutum shield, a pugio dagger, and a Pilum spear. Volk armed himself with the Gladius sword, Pugio dagger, and a Pilum spear. They quickly formed up once more by the door and had Frias and Newlin form up a small shield wall in order to protect themselves from some arrows that flew through the door at their position. The arrows hit their shields, with a few glancing off the shields and a few getting stuck to the shields.
After taking cover they saw a group of five men run at them. Frias and Newlin braced themselves against the shields and were able to hold them off momentarily.
"Let them through! Move to the side! We have enough ammo to nail them!" Kopman yelled out over the chaos.
"Alright you guys. On me we take a few steps back alright?" Frias grunted from exertion.
"Copy that!" Newlin yelled out.
"Alright! Then pull!", Frias yelled out as they slowly started giving ground in order to let the Romans through. The first to break through around the two was immediately hit with a .38 to the face. Three more were gunned down in short order before Frias stabbed the last one through the throat with his pilum.
"Quickly! Grab weapons! We have more tangos incoming!" Newlin yelled as everybody ran to scavenge what they could from the dead and dying bodies.
While the rest were getting ready the first of the enemy hit the line Frias and Newlin made. Soon after Volk came to help having scavenged a shield. The three tried to buy the others as much time as possible holding the line and slashing at the enemies with their daggers and swords whenever possible. For their troubles they got various lacerations on their arms and shoulders, but nothing life threatening yet. They had managed to kill a few with slashes to their throats and faces over the tops of their shields, thanks mostly to the height advantage they had over the shorter romans. However they weren't able to hold the line indefinitely, eventually they were pushed back and the grand melee began. The Unit held on as fiercely as they could, fighting with every fiber in their bodies. However they were no match for the seemingly never ending stream of soldiers coming their way. The first man fell not two minutes into the melee. One of the Japanese troopers took a slash to the throat and was subsequently stabbed in the spleen. Through the melee the unit and a three Japanese officers were able to regroup and make a final stand at the stairwell. The fighting continued on with all of them inflicting losses on the enemy. However after eight minutes of fierce fighting the unit started to slow down and as a result took more wounds. Frias received a stab through the thigh which brought him down before a shield bash knocked him out. Newlin took a hard slash to the shoulder and a pummel to the face. The rest of the line broke down soon after and it looked like the enemy was about to finish them off when a crass voice yelled out.
"Halt! No need to kill these men. Death would be too good for these savages. I'm sure they will fetch a good price on the market! The royals always do like paying extra for exotic and strong specimen. Take them back across to Alnus! And capture any other savages you see! Don't fall into you bloodlust! You would just be wasting money! Go up the stairs! Take all the savages you can! Enjoy yourselves men!" A pompous looking man with gold plated armour and a red tunic spoke out amongst his men. With those orders the men quickly disarmed and captured the exhausted and wounded fighters.
"They'll fetch a good price wouldn't you agree Aurelius?" The pompous man asked a lanky long faced man with jet black hair. He was in a matching tunic and armour.
"Yes Nero, I do believe they will fetch quite a large sum of coin at the slavers market. I think I'll even keep one. That one that was stabbed in the leg. He has some strong Imperial like features. He looks like he could pass as a son of the Empire. He looks strong and has an impressive height to him. I'm sure the crowds would love to see him fight. They were all quite the fighters. I might actually make more money off them in the arena."
"Ah in that case I too will take some into my family's hands. My dearest uncle might appreciate the gift. The god's only know how much he complains about the lack of good fighting men. I'll take the tall hulking Brute and the older man. I'll let you do as you please with the other fighters. We should split the profits from the other slaves evenly."
"That seems like an acceptable agreement. Ad victoriam."
"Ad victoriam!"
With that the men were bound in rope and dragged away through the gate where their dark future would begin. If only they would have ran up the staircase and hidden for thirty minutes they would have been saved by the JSDF.