So what happens when the US military's worst meet with each other to foil yet another foreign terror from destroying the home they love? One hell of a glorious campaign.
There we were again, Bad Company back in action. After stopping Kirilinko and saving the country we were immediately shipped out to where the action was happening. In good old Alaska, to either freeze our asses off or have them shot off. Little did we expect that we weren't gonna be the only ones. And where Kirilinko failed, someone else would take his place.
Our first stop was to a base where we would resupply, form up with a larger unit. And let me tell you, if you thought we were the bad ones, these guys were something else entirely.
The chopper escorting the members of Bad Company flew through the icy weather and winds as the members of the team remained exhausted for the seemingly never ending battle they found themselves in. Sergeant Samuel Redford, a man who's retirement had been postponed more times then he could remember. Private George Gordon Haggard Jr, a personification of explosions in a redneck package. Private Terrence Sweetwater, he is said to be able to talk a hole through your head with his darn near infinite knowledge. Finally Private or now Sergeant Preston Marlowe, after being with Bad Company for so long it was about time the Army finally gave him the recognition he rightfully deserved.
So now they were in bound to a new place while the pilot neared their destination, making sure all their instruments were working despite the wind soon to be picking up. Everyone wondered out of all the bases in the whole state of Alaska, why this one in particular. The excuses ran through their heads, 'Its closer to the fight', 'No one else needs your team', 'Its the best we can do'. They heard all the excuses that Uncle Sam had to offer them nearly a dozen times over, this one just had to be good.
Haggard finally broke the silence, "So what does Russia want with Alaska? Besides more icy cold places."
"The army doesnt know, but they're sending us to stop it, we'll be taking the northern coast of Alaska." Redford explained as he held his XM8 prototype in his hands.
Sweetwater leaned in to chat to the whole group while adjusting his M60 light machine gun, "They got to have a pretty good reason to send us further north while everyone else is fighting in Middle and Southern regions."
"The army wants us to go because of how badly we fucked up Kirilinko... and because there is literally no one else to send left." Redford added.
Marlowe finally joined in, "So Sarge, what exactly are our orders again?"
"Weren't you listening Preston, they told to meet with whoever is in charge there and then check in for step by step instructions. Just like they've done before." Sergeant Redford scolded Preston.
Haggard put his TOZ-194 shotgun to the side to lean in, "Why are we still doing it like that. Can't they just tell what to do flat out?"
"Clearly we adjust as we go. But I get your point... damn I just agreed with Haggard." Redford couldn't believe the words that came out his mouth. The Army certainly has changed him a lot and in turned it changed with him.
The pilot spoke to them from his microphone up in the cockpit, "We're coming up on the LZ. Get ready to move out."
The weather was on their side, despite it being cold and slightly windy the sky was clear from any clouds, meaning no snow storms. When the side door opened the team rushed out and was introduced to the full cold as they inspected the base they would be conducting their first operation from. To say it was underwhelming would be an understatement to say the least.
They we're meant with a damn near empty base about the size of a small town block where they could only spot a few people outside. The first soldier they laid their eyes on was one that was sitting on a lawn chair right next to the helipad. He was round at the stomach and had a wild dark brown mane for a set of hair and beard, with moustache. Chubby cheeks, heavy limbs all bundled up in full army combat gear with with a bottle of beer in his hands, an orange cooler next to him and a AEK-971 next to him.
Sergeant Redford approached the young man and kicked his boots who to get up, "Hey wake up damnit! Is this Sidewinder?"
"Hrrrnnnn... yeah welcome to our base. And the first rule we have is never interrupt anyone's nap." The fat soldier pulled his beanie down and closed his eyes.
Sergeant Redford was about to cuss him out when another scrawnier soldier approached him in with a F2000 in hand, "Sir, sorry about that. Private Grif is... difficult to say mildly, sir. Private Simmons, at your service, sir."
"About time I get some respect, but quit that sir shit. I'm a Sergeant, not the goddamn President." Sergeant Redford demanded.
Simmons hurried to correct himself, "Understood Sergeant."
"About time someone gets it right." Redford looked back at Marlowe, "I need to speak to your commanding officer."
"Oh, you mean, I'll go get our Sarge..." Simmons started to jog away but didn't realize he was being followed by the group who walked in his direction. As they followed him they noticed how small and empty the base was, the size was scary but how many people they saw passing by was scarier. They only saw Private Grif at the helipad, then Simmons, but it took them the whole walk to finally spot someone else. They noticed one man underneath a jeep while another one worked underneath the hood, "Sarge, we have company."
"Who is it?" The other man nicknamed Sarge asked as he turned around. His jawline was square with a grey almost white five o'clock shadow on his face. His face was pale but with some red features in his cheeks, nose and forehead, clearly a redneck like Haggard. He took a look at them with his brown eyes and leaned in to Redford first, "Nice to meet you Sergeant. Call me Sarge."
"Same here, I take it you're in charge here?" Redford stated while the other man got up from the floor. This one had brown skin and wore a handlebar mustache with a goatee, his cheeks had some sunburnt features. When he spoke his accent and language threw them all off as they heard Spanish coming from an American soldier.
As their attention was drawn to the Spanish speaking soldier Sarge cleared it up, "Oh don't mind Lopez, he only speaks Spanish but he's a damn good mechanic. To answer your question I mainly keep the troops in line. If you're looking for the one in charge, Church is over there." Sarge pointed to the large building at the top floor.
Sergeant Redford groaned as he made his way to the big building, "Thanks."
After making it to the top Sergeant Redford opened the door and let his team in to see another two soldiers in the office. One was leaning against a wall while the other was working at a desk. The one on the wall was a light skinned black man, a shade lighter than Sergeant Redford. His face was smooth and good looking, his eyes sparkled like the ocean with their mighty blue color, hair was dark and cut down. His friend was a captain, judging by the plague on the desk and the badge on his chest, he was a captain despite only looking to be in his early thirties. He had a pale face, jet black hair, tired and sleep deprived electric blue eyes, Sergeant Redford could tell this guy has either been through a lot or has had to put up with a lot.
When the door closed behind them the two in the building both looked up as the one who was up against the wall stood at attention. The four who entered stood at attention as Sergeant Redford waited to salute the Captain, "Sir!"
"At ease, you don't have to salute me." The officer stood up and went to meet them, "I take it you guys are from B company?"
"That's right. I'm Sergeant Redford, this is Sergeant Marlowe, those two are Privates Sweetwater and Haggard, sir." Redford explained.
The Captain in charge shook his head, "Don't call me sir I'm not that old. I'm only an officer because I took two years of college before coming here. I'm Church, that there is Corporal Tucker, call him whatever you want. I take it you met a few others outside?"
"Yeah we only met up with a few, I'm assuming are out on patrol or somewhere else in the base?" Sergeant Redford asked.
Church scratched his head, "Can't say, they could be anywhere. So what brings you to this fridge?"
"We have orders to radio in as soon as we land." Sweetwater spoke up from the back.
Church went over to where Tucker was at and handed moved him to the side to show the radio that was installed into the wall. After setting it up he cleared the way as Sergeant Redford stepped forward to radio in to their favorite operator, "Mike-One-Juliet, this is Bravo-One-Charlie, come in Mike-One-Juliet."
"Bravo-One-Charlie, this is Mike-One-Juliet, we read you loud and clear, Bravo-One." The lovely Miss July responded making Sweetwater swoon over her voice. Even the other man referred to as Tucker gave a quiet catcall.
Redford continued his conversation despite the moronic bastard children behind him making so much noise, "Mike-One-Juliet, we're awaiting further orders here at Fort Sidewinder, over."
"Bravo-One be advised I need confirmation from someone at the base to confirm your there, over."
"Mike-One-Juliet, this is the acting Commanding Officer Captain Leonard L Church, over." Church spoke into the mic wanting to speed things along.
Miss July took a moment to reply, "Stand by Captain... confirmed. Bravo-One your orders are to rally with the company at the base and take the occupied territory west of your location, Over."
"Understood Mike-One-Juliet, Bravo-One over and out." Sergeant Redford hung up the communication device then turned to the acting Captain, "I take it you heard, Church?"
"Yeah, I'll rally my guys while you gather the rest of your company and meet in the planning room on the first floor." Church stated as he took a sip from his warm mug.
Sergeant Redford then turned to his men, "You heard him, head to the planning while he gets the rest."
"Wait... aren't there more outside, Sergeant?" Tucker asked.
Sweetwater and Haggard look at each other with a confused look as Marlowe stepped forward to answer, "No, we're all that General Braidwood sent. There aren't anymore outside. That shouldn't be a problem if we group up with your company right?"
"Well, when we get everyone together you'll see the problem." Church admitted as he went to talk on his radio and put on his jacket while Bad Company was leaving the office to go to the conference room.
After a few minutes of waiting The room was then filled with the same members they ran into from before and some additional members they didn't see. A feminine looking male with soft skin, blue eyes and blonde hair. A spectacled soldier with brownish red hair, freckles and an olive skin tone, with a Red Cross on his arms. Finally a big and tall tanned boy, with brown eyes and hair, built with farm boy muscles.
Once everyone got in, the big guy waved at the new Company like a child meeting new kids on a playground with hope of new friends in his eyes. Everyone of the eight members murmured amongst each other as Captain Church walked in and stood at the podium waiting for everyone to quiet down as Sergeant Redford and his men stood up. The Sergeant spoke in a deep voice, "Attention." As he and his men saluted throwing everyone off.
Church looked up and started shaking his hand, "Yeah we... we don't that here."
"Oh... sorry..." Redford apologized as he and his men sat back down.
Church cleared his throat as he stood behind the podium moving his hands, "Okay as some of you may have guessed and figured out, we have a new company joining us as well as a new set of orders. So our orders are to rally together with B Company and aid them in attacking territories we have lost to the west of here. So everyone say Hello to B company."
As on command everyone turned and in their own gave their multicolored hello with each throwing in their own personality into the mix. Then Church spoke again, "Say hello to ALL of B Company."
This statement was followed by obscene profanities, curses and complaints as they saw the small group in their conference room. The other Sergeant calmed them down, "Hey, y'all knock that shit off, show our Red Blooded Brothers some respect! Carry on Captain."
"Wait, what was that about?" Sweetwater asked.
Church gave a sigh as he looked at B Company, who sat in the middle of the room in their folding chairs, "All of B Company, meet all of Gulf Company."
"What the hell, this better some sick joke from the brass!" Sergeant Redford demanded.
"Wish it were."
"Damn, why is the enemy always more organized than this?" Sweetwater questioned.
Haggard was about to remove his beanie as he stomped on the floor, "Damn it, what damn moron left us out die all on our own?!"
"Hey! HEY! C'mon we knew this was gonna happen." Preston Marlowe stepped up, "This isn't the first time this shit happened. Besides we've done more with less. Look we wrap this up, maybe we can all go home. Right?"
"Let me clear something real quick." Church left the room to go to the office. After a few minutes he returned to speak to everyone, "Okay, so that was Miss July and she double checked this should be the last thing they'll need from us. We do this, we ALL go home."
"All of us?" Grif quizzed.
"All of us."
"Alright then everyone load up and meet up at the garage to move we leave in fifteen." Sarge demanded as they went to grab their weaponry.
Marlowe paused as he looked down, "The last one... The last one?" He rethought about all the adventure they had went on together, and now those times were about to end.
This was what we were promised, one last mission for a ragtag group of soldiers and their new allies. At least we would've been promised, had they been that easy. But with us, they never are.