We're the underdogs. Nobody cares about us. Here we are, willing to die… just for the money. Are we the ones making the money? No. You are. You might think being a hunter might be dangerous, but our division? No, we make all the Hunters look like children at work. We make the difference; the smaller Hunter guilds use the air the most unsafe, yet nonetheless the quickest way to travel; Shoddy old aircrafts. We walk on land. We're the rain boys. We're the sun boys. We're the wind boys. Sleet, Hail and let's throw in Acid why don't we? I'm a Recruit in Hunters camp. I had a choice. To get 'bounty' or simply help others for bounty, I was like all, Hmm… What to choose? Well looking at it, our Hunters always get killed. That's true. Either mutilated or dead, who cares. Anyways, you get some food, a home at camp if you help. 24/7. That's why.
"There it is!" Yelled Reddingham. Fox Reddingham, he's a thin guy I can tell you that, he had a pair of red sideburns topped off with an afro; Well, not really. It just had ringlets, and a lot, which however turned into an afro. I looked at my squad that had trouble trodding through the swamplands "Neil, Fox, and Ashton to the Supply drop! Double time!" Better said than done, we were in the thick murky swamp land, the trees were mossy and green and the water was green no light was making it due to the leaves and the branches. We had to walk in murky water. We've been at this for hours. Make it through the swamps, and plant satchels in the Mechaniloid's 'hell spawn'. Easier said than done once again. The land felt like mush. "Boys we're nearly there." Said our Sergeant Miller I saw an oversized duffel bag fall with a parachute on it.
It was falling into a patch of dirt and trees to the left of us. Miller, the leader of our group now pointed to the left. "Come on." We all moseyed to the isolated land. There was that duffel bag. We all checked the compartments. Rations, Ammo, Guns, and Pain pills "Hey, Pills here!" Ashton shouted. He had a black helmet with a skull on and the shortest of the group. "Shh. We're near the 'hell spawn' they function by sound" I growled back in return. Fox just nodded with me but Miller was stuffing his belt with the grenades in there. I got in the bag for some 'nades also. What was weird, the bag was a deep dark grey, the air-drops we get were just black or olive.
Miller just stood off on the patch with the darkest and wettest looking patch of dirt I've ever seen. He had a radio in his hand "Sergeant Ashe. Are you there over?" Miller just had a raspy and low voice. Ashe or whoever he was talking to have a smooth, nice feminine voice. "Yes. I'm about to dock, Over." Miller looked pissed already. "Don't dock!" He shouted. Did he want to get sniped or shelled? Pick your poison. "We have to kill all the positions." He said calmly. I can tell he was trying to keep his cool. "That takes time. Over." I looked into his radio's screen. "Jesus H. Christ, she shut off her radio." He threw it against the dirt. "It ain't my fault if she gets shot down. But we have to help. We can't mosey along forever." There was a hilly patch in front of us. We killed all the other spawns. Let's bounce. No. Not yet, Miller has a next call.
"Private Nicol. Are you there? Over." He was standing. He took his helmet off, Miller was bald and he had a goatee. A black salt and pepper goatee and he wasn't even out of his twenties. "Ye—"Miller had a distressed face on. His eyebrows were tightened. "Don't let Ashe dock! Your ship's stealthed and the Maverick's aircrafts provide a wall of defense, they do not care if they shoot their own down, they just care about the Biometal" Miller looked even more stressed. This time, his forehead had creases and wrinkles. "I'm sorry. Sergeant, she's gone." This dropped the bomb. "Guys, we have to back up Ashe. It was dumb of her to dock down without the all-clear but we must make it, Double time. Go, Go, Go!" When we made it on the first hill, Fox took out his binoculars "We can't. We gotta flank 'round. We'll be mowed down." "'N' we gotta get the satchels too." Said Fox disappointed. "I'll get that." I slid down the hill. A fresh wave of wind got in my face jumped over for the duffel bag and got the satchel. "Got it." I gave him a thumbs up. "Don't worry, Neil gots 'em" All of them but Ashton slid, he just walked down. "Pick up the pace woman, we don't have much time!" We walked around the hill.
This place was different. It was a dark blue crater with a roof against Arial Attacks, along with that there were three buildings. Blue coated with ugly barb wires. "What the hell… a mortar crew? It's like they know they we're here!" I heard Ashton mutter that out loud. They had to defend that. It's where the mechs camp out on the passing hunter planes. Miller raised up both of his pinkies meaning fire at will "Use the 'nade launcher. They can't hear it fire. Plus, they won't be able to mark our positions." "Aw, now you're thinkin'" Said Ashton. I reached for the 'nade launcher until a message came out of all our radios. Full Blast. "This is Ashe, I… shhh.. bzzt… docked…. Suc…sess…fuully…" there came a full blast of static. She docked. That's all that's matter.
I had a choice. This is what I'll do for a living. Helping others.
The Mechaniloid took full fire against us. "RETURN FIRE!" I fired the grenade launcher at them, The mortar pit blew up. It was the biggest mistake ever. "LAUNCHERS!" Launchers were mechaniloids with Rocket Launchers. They hold up much more of a fight with sentries. Sentries were mechaniloids with just well, busters. We didn't see them but we weren't able to return fire. That smoldering crater was now THE 'hell spawn'. The Rockets got to the hill we were standing by. I didn't see what happened to Ashton. I just knew he got crushed. We've yet to scan the area. We didn't see. It was just rubbish and dirt in the air. More Rockets fell down. They were different. These shells… had smaller Mechaniloids, thing is they were like balls fluttering in the air, but the thing is… was like a ball that has a chainsaw on them. Two other anti-air pits back we were shelled again. Gassed and Sawed. We lost twenty guys on this mission. I got my machete out and sliced all of them that came to me. "Killer slash dude!" Said Fox. Giving compliments at a time like this? Weird.
"HELLPP MEE!!" Miller was getting gutted like a chicken in the slaughter-house. I ran over to him with the machete. I sliced them all. I dragged him out to the outer region of the island. No use. I was dragging a dead body. A dead body; He wasn't dead yet. He was gonna die anyways. It was my turn. I looked at that hill when I saw that sentry mechaniloid, He wasn't holding a buster. He wasn't holding a rocket launcher. He was holding an MG. Machine Gun. Fox was too busy running. When it took fire, Sand got in my eyes, but I was running around aimlessly, making myself a harder target. I fell down to the floor tasting the dirt. The Dirt was the last thing I thought I would taste... "Neil! NEIL!" I heard for call for me. I just closed my eyes. "Neil… They mowed us down, The Sarge is dead… Ashton got crushed… But no, not me and you man this ain't no Duck Hunt you 'n' me have wings baby WINGS!" He dragged me out to back to the swampland. The water and the dirt inside the water just intensified the pain. The green water was a mix of red due to my blood in the mix. Shoot. I could've got an infection.
"We're the sun boys. We're the wind boys. Sleet, Hail and let's throw in Acid why don't we?"
Author's Note: I wanted to add in more realism to Mega Man ZXA. I always thought, gee. That's slack-jaw retarded, I played through Ashe's story. I mean, gee… Won't it make more sense If you had a support team other than having money hungry hunters just getting the 'booty' and getting out? I mean, come on. You're gonna have to use some strategy someday. So I was like all screw this. I need my Sgt. Reznov (coolest video game dude ever.) and Pvt. Polonsky. (The best, funniest smart ass ever) from Call of Duty, I mean come on you're doing EVERYTHING in that game, from shooting down stuff with that Triple-A, or maybe running over Nazis with a Russian tank! So I was like all, what the heck would happen if MMZXA and COD5: WAW was high-school sweet hearts and made a baby. …Eat your hearts out Half-Life. You'll have your turn soon OK?