I am now starting the third chapter, all things still apply.
Quotation marks- speaking! - "I am not a professional writer"
Single quotation marks- Thoughts!-'I really wish I was'
Bold- Techniques- Shadow Clone Jutsu (can't believe this was the first thing that came to mind!")
Italics-Radio or Sign language- "CONTACTS LEFT SIDE!"
Having trouble writing my chapters… Microsoft Word puts abnormally large spaces between words and letters.
I started Dead Space 2 and beat it in 7 hours 24 minutes and 33 seconds, died only 3 times.
Got cut in half near end of game, by lasers
Could not track Isaac's pupil right, needle went through eye
Isaac speared himself in a suicide, when I failed to kill Nicole in the end. Bitch got very close.
I have started Dead Space 3 and have died at least eleven times already. think im at chapter seven
Also it was a comment that the Great Naruto Bridge was the only bridge in wave. I was under the impression that Gato had either destroyed them or captured them to control his not so very large empire.
Let's Start Now. I do not own any of thing things motioned below! It's a fan fiction for a reason
Continued from last chapter.
"This is our new home, I know it looks like a dump but." Mike said "It's a dump; the only place for my marines is a dump. Deal with it."
(Magic Time Skips!) Must be read like in a journal or report like manner
First day.
After establishing their base camp, the marines discovered that the warehouse near the river was also a small mining establishment. The small mine that only descended into the ground by a couple of hundred feet was abandoned, most likely because of its small mineral output.
Quickly using the knowledge that the sales person of a god had so conveniently given the clones, and the direction of their commander The clones started to make their very convenient mine close to their beds into a actual mine that was likely more safe then all other mines that are in this world that they still had no idea where they were.
Third day.
Soon after the establishment of a cleaner and more stable mine, the digging began to collect metal ores to start replenishing supplies and the reproducing for items and technology to introduce to this world in a slow state. The barb wiring and fencing around the warehouse is established to keep out invaders and wildlife.
Staff Sergeant had this to say. "We can sell metical supplies to make money to bribe or pay or services for us, also the rate for technology we give to these people will be in the start for the Gold Rush and Wild West age of technology. I don't think they're ready for knives and swords let alone submachine guns or heavy weaponry."
Tenth day.
Having a god on your side is a great benefit. To wake up and have large supplies of metal and at least twenty miles of conveyer belts and mining machines to enlarge the mine to speed up the collection of materials to create weapons of war. The morning brought surprise like a snowy Christmas day.
More clones added to the pool for only one job to mine, smelt, and forge and operate heavy machinery to create steel and other heavy metals to create the weapons of war needed to invade a large country.
Thirtieth day
Breaking down stone walls and crushing them up to help with the creation to create industrial concrete made to help create large bridges and with the help of large steel beams to help tie down large skyscrapers. The warehouse transformed into a steel mill and its own self-sustaining mining business. Coal and metal ores from the ground, introduced to extremely high temperature fires with Oxygen injected directly onto the flame to make it melt metals together to create steel. The steel mill pumping smoke with the wind out towards the ocean can be seen from the village of wave. The populous of wave being informed about the warehouse now turned to steel mill do not freak out.
Three month and sixteenth days later
The clones had proposed a idea for what they could do to get more money to pay for the warehouse now that it had been reoccupied and that the Land of Fire daimyo had taken notice and had sent a messenger to explain to the inhabitance that they needed to pay money for the land or he would send a large combat force to sease the land from them. They had to reply and state what they were going to do, if they were going to pay they had at least two months time to acquire the money and
The clones had first had agreed that they should stand and fight for what was now theirs, but then decided against it because they would then be put on the radar for anyone else to fight. Coming up with the idea for the men to then to become mercenaries so they could quickly acquire the money needed to keep their base as it was their only home in this dimension. They opened a small building near the end of the town of waves Main Street so that they could persuade anyone to come in and get a request a team. There private military company was called Atlas Corporation.
"The Atlas Corporation does not except or take reasonability of civilian causalities, all missions must be paid in advance. If one cannot pay for the whole mission, half of the mission's fee can be paid before and after the mission's completion." Spoke an Atlas Corporation spoke men. "The Atlas Corporation is strictly a mercenary company; we are paid to fight any bandits and other obstacles that you may encounter on your travels, do not expect the men that you employ to follow and serve your every need. For they do not have the time, nor are they paid too."
Even though getting paid was not an actual lie, the clones still got a hefty amount of money to spend on items when they may pass into a town on a mission. Either to buy food or other knick knacks.
"All units are trained to fight any thing you may encounter, and will protect you to their highest ability. Even though highly unspoken the units that are employed may also make their own dictions such as planning, and if they discover that they are doing a mission that goes against their moral dictions they my quit their missions, but this is highly unlikely for all operators are highly trained units." The spokes man said "Do you still want to employ Atlas Corporations as your protector for your request?"
"Yes." spoke the merchant "The road I'm traveling on is known for its highly percentage for caravans to pass through ransacked or totally destroyed and the valuables taken, so I will most likely need all of the help I can get." The man spoke in a matter of fact tone.
"We need to come to an arrangement, would you like to hire a team, or squad of operators?" The AC spoke man said "A team only has four men and a squad has three teams. Price for a single team 100,000 ryo this includes the mission you had asked for and the squad is about 200,000 ryo including the mission"
'If I went to any hidden village the price for the mission would have been at least 160,000 ryo for one team, that's not including the competence of the team they may give me.' Thought the merchant. Deciding he wanted to be cheap and not really caring if the people under his charge died or not he just wanted to save a little cash.
"I'll go with the one team."
"That'll be 100,000 Ryo please." Replied the companies spoke man
After paying the man the merchant walked out. The spoke man reached in to his desk and pulled out a radio.
"We have a mission, merchant guarding, he asked for one team."
"Copy." the radio replied
"I want commando squad in the briefing room in five." Mike spoke. Still a tank commander, but now in charge of all Atlas Corporations dealings. Still not as hard a coordinating with other tanks in a platoon
"Yes sir" replied one of the new clones that was brought later into the "expedition into other dimensions".
"Commando Squad Suit up!" shouted the Team leader Nathan. This man was 6 feet and seven inches, white, 190 pounds, age 25, short black hair with a goatee, blue eyes and a stone like facial futures. His personal weapon was a M16A4 with an ACOG sight and a under barrel M203 grenade launcher, secondary is a Beretta M9. He is wearing heavy body armor with large hip bags to carry extra ammunition into battle. He also had his heavy Kevlar chest rig with large pockets for ammunition and a rucksack to keep rope, ammo, and MRE's for when they are sent out.
"What are we doing now Nathan?" asked the teams only female Donna, she is an African American woman, Five feet and 6 inches, short black hair, Age 23, 175 pounds, brown eyes a angled face with a motherly look. Personal weapon is a M40A5 with a sling, adjustable scope, silencer, and leather covering with a pouch to carry an extra magazine in easy reach, along with a bipod. She also had Spec ops MP5 so she could lay gown some silent cover fire. She was wearing a light Kevlar chest rig with large pockets to keep magazines and loose ammo. She carried a large medical bag to patch up wounds on the battle field. She had a light rucksack to carry her food and ammo. Hip bags to carry her 9mm ammunition for her MP5.
"Ah man Nathan I just sat down!" Complained their heavy weaponry expert Michael. Being the tallest member at 6 feet and 9 inches tall, 200 pounds, white, age 24, high and tight hair cut with blond hair and a thin mustache and an angled face that women would throw themselves at, gray stormy eyes. Personal weapon is a M240B with an extended box to carry at least 200 rounds of ammunition, a bipod, ACOG sight, and a reattach able suppressor. Secondary is a M79 grenade launcher and a .45 M1911. Heavy Kevlar chest rig with extremely large pockets for 1911 clips and medic kits. Bandoleers of 7.62x51mm NATO rounds and 40mm grenade rounds wrapped around his chest. Heavy hip Bags for boxes of ammunition for the M240B, and a Heavy rucksack that could carry enough ammunition for the entire team for two weeks if a firefight if stacked to the top and stretching the seams.
"…" The last member of the four person crew just stud up and walked to this bunk to grab his weapon. Emile the team's not very outspoken member, African American, age 20, 6 feet and 3 inches, 185 pounds, Black hair and green eyes, scared face from an accident in the camp where a small explosion happened and glass shards embedded themselves in to his face. Personal weapon a Remington 870 with wooden stock, with fabric covering it with a pouch to carry extra shot gun shells. Secondary a M4A1 with grip, holographic sight and sling, A M9. He is wearing a heavy Kevlar chest rig with shotgun round belts raped around it a straight jacket pattern. No space was left without a shell covering it. Heavy hip bags to carry his M4 and M9 magazines. Near his boots there was a large combat knife so he could hack and slash. The heavy rucksack to carry ammunition and his M4 in its heavily collapsed form and to lug around food and trip mines
"I said get up Marines! We got a job to do today!" Nathan spoke loudly
"Ok, Ok no need to shout my man." Michael grumbled out
"Ready Emile?" Donna asked.
Emile just nodded in response
"Let's go guys. " Spoke Nathan
"Finally, took you guys long enough!" spoke Mike "But whatever, the mission is strictly babysitting. Just ride along with this caravan of wagons, they will stop in some other villages to when they stop I want one of you to break off if able and find a library or something to copy maps. I don't care if It has sketchy hand drawing I want a picture and I want them sent back to base to have something to study to understand the land around us."
"Sir, how heavy should we pack?" asked Nathan
"Nathan, pack as if your life depends on that last bullet." Mike replied
"Yes sir."
"Walk the main road to the village and wait near the bridge and wave them down and inform them who you are." Mike said "Remember you have nothing to prove to these merchants, if they bother you just don't reply and get the job done as soon as you can. Got it?"
"Yes Sir!" They replied
"Now, please get out of my office."
As the team walked out they saw a man with a cart of paper work being pushed along the hallway and into the Staff Sergeants office. They heard a shout of despair.
"It's a monster, it just keeps multiplying!" Mike in his office shouted, his shout ringed down the halls. A passing office working Marine snickered as he walked past.
"Mommy who are those people?" asked a child when she noticed a group of four people walking down the road.
"They're the people that live over by the river where the smoke comes from honey. Now come on time for us to get home, I have to make dinner for the family."
"Ok mommy."
While sitting near the bridge the Marines saw a caravan of five wagons coming down the road getting ready to cross the bridge. Nathan stud up from his sitting position to wave them down as soon as they got close. When they got close he put his hand up and walked near them.
"Are you the Caravans leader?" Nathan asked
"Yes, and you are?" the merchant spoke defensibly
"Where the protection you hired from Atlas Corporation."
"Ah, I was wandering when you where going to show up." The merchant replied
"Where should we sit, or would you like us to walk along side you?" Nathan asked
"You can sit up in the front with me or you can sit in one of the other wagons."
Nodding Nathan looked to his Marines
"Emile I want you in forth one, Donna I want you in the back where you can easily pervade cover fire, Michael I want you in the second one so we can easily get to where ever the fighting starts and we can cover the third one easiest." Nathan ordered his troops
"Yes sir" they replied as the quickly moved to the assigned positions with practiced ease
"That's a sound plan you got their son, you want to be extra careful on paths you never used before. This happens to be one I have only used this path once and that was a long time ago."
"What do you think we will encounter?" asked Nathan
"Bandits mostly, maybe a missing ninja if where unlucky."
"Missing ninja?" asked Nathan
"What? You don't know what missing ninja's are?" the merchant spoke in shock.
"No"
"Where have you been all your life?"
"Under a rock." Nathan responded with the most serious face
"HAHAHA!" The merchant laughed out loud
"Ha" Nathan fake laughed at his own joke.
"I'll fill you in son."
Location: Land of Fire- Konohagakure
Time: five months in the past!
"So kakashi, the only reason they did not come it to our borders is because their leader could not understand the sign that pointed to the village's direction?"
"Yes, the leader did not understand what the meaning behind Konohagakure, possibly because he did not care and the other one, wave was very short and he made a split decision."
"What do you think we should do?"
"I think we should keep an eye on them and possibly if they settle down in wave we can contact the daimyo too make them pay for the land that they settle."
I ended the chapter in this area because I'm very sleepy stopped typing at 3:41 AM And im lazy