Chapter 5: Opera Rupa Dupe, part 3
Haha nice(Guest): Yeeep, but they aren't going to heavily rely on one another.
Don't do it(Guest): Four isn't silent just quiet, also I don't remember anyone calling Four a guy or a girl.
CC-2224 Commander Cody: Horrible puns….not in my house
[Ruben Field, Four]
Five's assumption was wrong, dead wrong. Some of the enemy didn't even wait until the next day; surrendering in groups at a time. By morning half of the Fangs force were either detained or lay dead in the area between the two opposing sides, shot by their own for giving up.
During the hours of the night I had scored five more officers kills and one wannbe counter sniper. It would be safe to conclude that these soldiers were by far not their finest. It took a full squad of Fang to bring down one Beowulf, not before he gave a few of them a haircut though. He took a little too much off the top. I smiled at my inside joke, if the military doesn't work out id make a wonderful comedian.
Dagger Company had quit shelling the town for little over an hour now, some of the Fang began taking their original positions but most of them had taken cover in the buildings surrounding the town square.
What's that noise? I turn my head to the right to catch sight of at least a dozen transport airships coming from the east. I'm not the only one who notices their arrival, a heat seeking rocket slams into the side of one reducing it a flaming death trap for those inside. It slammed into the side of another dooming it as well. The airships dropped altitude preparing for a landing and land they did. The doors opened to reveal fresh Fang troops eager for battle. A sea of black and white poured from the airships hull.
"Four, regroup!" Not one to keep a superior waiting, I got up off the ground and over the hill using it to cover my retreat. Going down was a LOT easier than going up. With the new arrival of the Fang troops that put us at a three to one disadvantage, things are going to get interesting.
My next step was halted by a pulling sensation from my sling. It had snagged itself on a low branch attached to the small tree I was using as a handhold. It's always something, damn branches. I bent down on one knee to free my sling from the clutches of evil.
The top half of the tree above my head was severed from the swing of the Beowulf who had wished to cut me in half. He towered over me easily, fur black as night matted with blood, claws ready to tear into its next victim and they eyes….
Soulless red pits looking past my goggles burning into my own eyes. All of the motivation I needed to get my FUCKING RIFLE LOOSE! My arm moved on its own violation unsheathing my straight machete and bringing it down on the Beowulf's leg. It howled in pain taking a sloppy swipe at me cutting my sling and batting me down the hill. I seemed to be on nature's shit list today because I hit every tree and thorn bush on my tumble down the hill. I slammed into the bottom of the hill knocking what little air I had left out of my lungs.
I laid there breathing hard trying to wrap my mind around the current situation, the snarl of rage coming from above speeding up the process quite a bit. Bringing myself up on shaking arms I see the Beowulf approaching the bottom of the hill a little too fast for comfort. His momentum is too much and he over shoots me by a few yards.
It's over; I upholster my sidearm and let off a single round. The .45 tears through the back of his head taking some brain bits with it. The spent cartage hits the ground before his body does. He slumps awkwardly forward blood pooling around his head.
Picking myself up off the ground I take a quick inspection of myself. Three long claw marks run down the front of my vest shredding the fabric but leaving nothing more than a scratch on the Kevlar plates underneath. My shoulder wound has reopened making itself known on my sleeve.
My machete stands proudly still imbedded into the creature's leg horizontally.
[Ruben Field, Delta team]
"Say again over."
"We are falling back to our original position to wait for reinforcements, it's not my call on this one these orders come from command." This didn't make any sense to the Lieutenant. Why would they give back the ground they had taken? Even with the arrival of more enemy troops they could still take the town.
Fletcher made his opinion of the situation know verbally "This is bullshit! We almost got our asses shot off the first time!"
"They will most likely send heavy armor in with us this time. That would make everything run smoother." Explained Biggs
"I still don't like it"
"They're orders you are not supposed to like them." Delroy said to shut everyone up
In the field bellow the Army could be seen packing up their gear into the Geckos. Delta's own Gecko set down on the Southside of the hill. The bodies of the original occupants of this lookout post lay in the back corner. This place had just started to feel roomy.
The White Fang started taking position in the outskirts of the town closest to the Army. They had lost their chance to get a foothold in the settlement without the loss of quite a few lives. A damn shame
Delta set out to making the possibly next occupants stay here as nice as possible. They set trip wire, laid land mines and booby trapped the bodies. Fletcher was going through the belongings of the defenders when instinct caused him to turn on his heel. The sniperless Four walked with a slight limp into the camp, upper arm and pants leg covered in blood. After making sure Four had no serious injuries he cracked his trademark smirk and pointed to the blood on the stoic snipers leg.
"That time of the month?" His answer came in the form of a large Beowulf head slammed into his arms. He watched the retreating back of the now pissy Four before turning to the Beowulf "It's not your fault, you didn't know" patting the head reassuringly.
[10 hours later, Four]
Reinforcements wouldn't arrive for two days. They were to dig in and hold position.
Delta team had dug underneath our Gecko to form a makeshift bunker and to keep the scorching sun off us, All Five's idea. We were huddled up pretty close to one other but the shade was worth it. Many of the other teams had followed our example. My shoulder had been bandaged once again but by a corpsmen this time. An M4 laid on my lap, a reminder of the loss of my precious rifle. Life wasn't fair
"Does someone need a hug?" said the Beowulf; just to spite me he had kept the damn thing. I rolled onto my side with by back towards him not giving him the pleasure of a response. I may not be the best one to say this as I'm the one who cut its head off but playing with a severed head is kind of creepy….
He and Biggs continued to play with it for several minutes before Lt grabbed the the thing and chucked it. Fletcher was mortified
"That was the only thing Four ever gave me!"
Why did I get put a team with him?! How did he even get into the Head-. I stopped that train of thought immediately remembering the time I almost got myself killed. The target was a hunter but I thought I could handle him myself….I was wrong; I saw a whole new side of Three that day. He took on the hunter in close combat with nothing but a machete and knife until the rest of the team showed up and neutralized him.
Looking at the idiot now you'd never guess that he was capable of such a thing. If he showed that side more it would a lot easier to take him seriously. Maybe it was all a façade, different people have different ways of dealing with the stress caused by war.
Catching me staring he proudly announced for the whole team to hear "I knew it! You are Bi!" not a façade he's defiantly an idiot. Two smirked while Five shook his head and Lt…well never listens to our conversations. Maybe I should learn to tune Three out like he does.
We stayed huddled like that for many hours only getting up only to use the bathroom. Night washed over the camp quickly, we were doing two hour shifts each. My shift would be after everyone else meaning I was going to get eight hours of uninterrupted sleep, Life was good.
"It's a shame we can't see the sky under here" said three bringing me from my happy thoughts and back to reality.
"I hate the sky"
"Hate the sky?" Three rearranged himself so he was on his back looking at me.
"It cheats"
His questioning look changed into a cheeky smile "For someone who looks over the battlefield like an angel of death the sky most be a very humbling sight. Nothing watches over the sky."
The sky never failed to bring me back down to remnant, reminding me I was only human….
[Ruben Field, Erwin Rommel]
"Begin loading the machines into the airships" I had gotten what I came for, the army could do with it as they please.
"Sir, if we load the bullheads full we won't have any room for the troops."
I turned to my aid, a young deer faunus who yet to be scarred by the horrors of war. Poor boy was in the wrong place.
"The troops arrival was essential to my plan, the enemy thinks we are going to try and hold this place so they retreated to regroup and return with a larger force. With their absence they will not notice us load these Knights into the ships. I am merely exchanging two hundred useless soldiers for two hundred hardened machines of war." I could see the horror in the eyes of my aide. I didn't wish to this anymore then he did but….to fight monsters one was must become a monster.