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Note: this will be the comicbook version of Daina.
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A month after Cobra Commander's mandatory memorial service at the just recently coal-free Terror Drome for the lost space station...and the forced memory suppression that followed...construction has finished on the organization's two newest "aircraft". He calls the other leaders to announce how he intends to use them, only to notice two are missing. "Desstro, where are thosse crimssson nitwitss?" He asked, pointing to the two empty chairs.
"They had a meeting with a Lithuanian trade official; one who refused to reschedule, my dear Cobra Commander." The arms dealer replied.
"Iss that ssso; too bad for them." The Commander said, and pointed to Zartan. "Go get your dissguisse and take the sssaucers immediately; operation: firsst contact beginss now!"
While that was going on, a Soviet squad is in the Saudi desert. "How long till Snake-skis show up, comrade Col.?" Horrorshow asks, wiping sweat off his brow.
"Should be any moment now." Col. Brekhov says, not bothering to look at him.
"Aw, you said that hour ago."
"And will say it hour from now; so keep watching sky, is order!"
"Bah, lucky Schrage had to get broken arm; would give kingdom to have done so instead."
"Quiet!" A few second later however, they see a small passenger jet approaching, along with three G.I. Joe Skyhawks, and a Chinook in pursuit. "Damn; Joe-skis must not get one-up on Oktober Guard, move it comrades!" Col. Brekhov orders, and they head for their jeep.
"Nu Pogodi!"
After ten minutes, the Soviets see the jet blow up. "Son of bitch; we lose all that sweat for nothing!" Daina shouted, only for The Colonel to raise some binoculars.
"I am thinking not, am seeing two crates with parachutes; keep going, Wong."
"Da, pardner." He replied. Once they catch up however, he points ahead of them. "Look; Snake-skis have Joe-skis penned* down."
"That they do, lets show them how job is done, yes?" Col. Brekhov suggested, only for a pair of large disks pass overhead. "...Or we could just let them do it." He added after the lead one fired on the Cobra pillbox.
Half a day after that, 2nd Lt. Boyajian (who long since quit being on Air Force One), is taking a stroll at his airbase when he notices an object approaching from the east, and does a double take when he sees that it appears circular. "What the heck i-shit!" He says aloud when a red light is sent out from it, blowing up a C-130. The sirens start going off after it fires again at two Conquest's and the fuel depot.
"Alert, base is under attack; all pilots, scra-!" A loudspeaker says, but is cut off when the control tower is destroyed.
While halfway to the Oktober Guard outpost, Barbecue looks over to the rest. "Duke, we got a message from headquarters."
"They altering the plan?" Duke asked while leaning over.
"...No sir, Colonel says the aliens just hit Los Alamos." Barbecue replied, bringing all eyes on him. Duke pounds the console, knowing the prototypes for the H.A.V.O.C., Tomahawk, L.C.V., and the Devilfish were there.
Anyone make it out? Snake-Eyes wrote, but Barbecue shrugged.
"To early to tell, friend; Beachhead's rescue team only just left to find out."
Duke then looks to Cutter, who nods and picks up a mouthpiece. "Engine room, all ahead full!"
In the pacific, Flint and his team has just landed on the Flagg. Admiral Ledger is waiting for them with a second one behind him. "Welcome aboard, Flint, Lady-Jaye." Admiral Ledger says.
"Good to be back, sir." Flint says, then glances to the other. "And you are?"
"Admiral Lattimer, U.S.S. Montana; i gotta say, it's a pleasure to finally meet you people...except that one." He says to them.
Lady-Jaye balks. "Here we go again." She says, only for Lattimer to hold his hands up.
"No, not you, Miss; I meant him." He tells her, pointing at Shipwreck, who is grinning nervously behind Footloose and Rock 'n Roll.
"Uh...hiya Admiral, how's it going?"
"A lot better without you to bother me."
"You still upset about that?"
"...You glued a fire axe to an aft turret gunbarrel to crack a coconut!"
While that was going on, Admiral Ledger clears his throat and speaks again. "Clay's been bragging to George about you Joes for years."
"Uh-huh; too bad it had to be due to this, sir." Flint replied.
"If you think this is bad, wait till i tell you 'bout the ultimatum we just got." The Admiral said, and lead them inside before heading to an intercom. "Ledger to bridge, status?"
"Nerka reported recently; still no sign of any anomalies."
Over in San Francisco, Sgt. Metzger and a group are moving through an alley. "Alright you lumps, we're gonna set a machine gun post on that hotel over-"
"Gunny, watch it!" A random marine shouts as he pulls him back.
The driver of the hummer that almost hit him leans over. "Watch where yer walkin', why don't ya?!"
"Why don't you keep your eyes on the road, you gob!" Metzger says back while dusting himself off.
"Gob, my ass; I'm a SEAL!"
"That explains the crappy driving!"
"...'Least i know not to walk 'n talk at the same time; friggen gyrenes always trying ta do two things at once."
"That does it, come on outta there!" Metzger yells, and is held back by his squad.
After the hummer speeds off, a voice on the radio speaks up. "This is Gen. Abernathy to Petty Officer Forrest..."
Half a mile from there, a troop transport is unloading a group of Green Berets. One of them turns around. "I still think this is a bad idea, sir."
"Noted; keep moving, men." His C.O. says, not even looking at him.
"Major, listen, we're massing too heavily here, the whole wes-"
"The whole west coast isn't what we've been ordered to worry about, now get back in line, Falcone; or maybe you want another insubordination charge?"
"No sir, sorry sir."
At the remains of Los Alamos, while Tollbooth and Roadblock are removing rubble with M.O.B.A.T.s fitted with cranes, Beachhead hears a voice calling out, and raises a hand. "Detail, hawlt...Cross Cantry, Quick-Kick; ah need a hand here; Blowtorch, git a medic!" He orders.
The three Joes move some more debris and find Mainframe and another worker alive. "Hey look, it's the jolly green giant...why're you so small?" Mainframe asks, still out of it a little from lack of oxygen.
In Moscow, the attack is underway. Daina, two Soviet soldiers, and Green-shirt Sikorski have been separated.
"Skoro jako příběhy mé tety**." Daina tells herself while shooting back at an A.S.P.
One of the Soviets spots an incoming Rattler which makes a strafing run, killing him and injuring the other three. As she crawls over to get Sikorski's rifle, a Blue-shirt presses a foot on her thigh before flipping her over.
"Il mio giorno fortunato, vero**?" The trooper says, and shoots the second Soviet when he tries to stand.
"Jdi domů jíst hovna**!" Daina shouts, and is kicked in the ribs before he drags her towards one of the A.S.P.s. She starts to struggle, having some idea of what the Blue-shirt intends, and makes him look back.
But when he does, she feels his grip loosen, and looks over to see him dead. She looks up to see Dusty crouching down. "You okay, missy?"
"Da; am fine, Joeski." She replies before he helps her up, but notices him staring. "What now?"
"...Heh, i~think~someones~blushing." He says, and she snarls at him.
"I do no such thing!"
Chapter twelve. Read and review.
*Misspelled on purpose.
**Almost like my aunt's stories./My lucky day, isn't it./Go home and eat crap.
