While waiting for Hitman-3 to unfuck themselves, Simon, Carson, Doc Clancy and Kirito decides to sing the song "Africa" by Toto, to pass time.
I hear the drums echoing tonight,
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation,
She's coming 12:30 flight,
The moonlit wings reflects the star that guide me toward salvation,
I stopped an old man along the way,
Hoping to find some old forgotten word, of ancient melodies,
He turned to me as if to say, Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you!
The reporter, sitting behind Sergeant Simon Williams, 19 years old Jonathan Lane, or simply known as Traveller. He's an albino, which makes him eerily pale, coupled with his white hair and sharp red eyes, people could easily mistake him for a ghost. What makes the Marines respect him, is that despite the fact his condition makes him allergic to sunlight, he still decides to join the 1st Recon on their adventures in this fantasy world. embedded to Bravo Company's Second Platoon, asked them why are they suddenly singing.
"Uhh why are you guys suddenly singing? I thought people act all serious and shit in battles?" he asks, curious.
"You see Traveler, singing is one of the way to deal with combat stress, Disney said that people didn't sing in battles after butchering the living fucking shit out of Mulan live-action, that was load of bullshit. People sing all the times in battles to deal with combat stress" Doc Clancy immediately responds to his question.
Hearing this, he immediately noted this in his notebook, amazed by Marine culture.
"Masturbation too, we call it 'combat jack', just like what the name implies, means that you're jacking off in combat zones, sometimes, I'd jerk off like 3-4 times a day in this 'Falmart' shit, this fucking continent lacks hot chicks and tight pussy." Evan joined the conversation, giving his own way of dealing with combat stress.
"Evan, shut up, please. . . " Hearing his rant, Simon immediately said this to Evan, not wanting to hear his rants about how sex affects geo-politics and wars.
"Aye aye Sergeant~" Evan replied, albeit in a mocking way
"Traveler, I won't stop you from recording the civilian casualties, write everything you see, bad things, good things, you're a journalist, I'm not going to stop you from doing your job, as long as you don't paint us in a 'baby killer racists fucks' way." Simon tells the reporter to write everything as he sees it, not wanting to turn his article into a "gun-blazing America Fuck Yeah! Freedom-loving bald eagle" propaganda, but not into a "Bisexual-starbucks loving gay anti-war" propaganda either.
Here, it doesn't matter, their job as Marines is to defeat the Empire and bring back their citizens. And maybe kill some Imperials and some hoes along the way.
"You know, in the opinion of this Marine, now that I think 'bout it, this war is absolutely filled with fucking retards from up to bottom, on both sides, we have the retard who decided to invade America and Japan, then on our side, we have the retard who drove his Humvee into a muddy field and got stuck, delaying our mission of seizing the highway near Italica by 1 fucking hours! We got the JSDF retards, unexperienced Japanese troops that shot up the peasant shepherds after mistaking them for Imperial troops." Evan said, referring to the JSDF 7th Recon firing at the civilian shepherds playing in the dark 100 meters away from 1st Recon convoy after mistaking them for enemy personnels.
"There's another hopeless retard in the Battalion's H&S Company, who didn't bring enough batteries for our NVGs, forcing us to use it at 50% power, which makes our fucking job harder than it need to be," Evan gave his own input on the war.
"Reporter you should note this, off all retards in this war, one retard reigns supreme, said retard is the Emperor Molt of the Empire, or whatever the fuck his name is. We don't even wanna be in this fucking LOTR shithole, yet he pissed us off by invading us! I want to go to Thailand and get all kinds of cun-" Just as Evan continued his input of the war, Simon cuts him halfway through.
"Stop scribbling, Lane, you're encouraging him to rant about random stuff." Simon said, pointing at the fact that him writing in his notebooks is making Evan rant, Evan is solely running on energy drinks that he bought from Alnus PX, which makes him very active and energetic, not to mention frenetic.
"Yes Sergeant, but I'll keep a mental note of his input." He closed his notebook, winking and giving a thumbs up at Simon in the process, while also keeping a mental note in his mind.
The night continues on, with Marine, JSDF and US Army artillery exploding in the distance, RAP rounds, which has longer range than normal artillery rounds, makes an arch in the sky, before landing on their target, which makes the night sky lit up, as if they're watching a firework show, that coupled with the fact that the night sky also has a view of a unknown galaxy, makes it even more beautiful, a perfect night for picnic, if it weren't for the constant explosions, artillery explosions, tanks firing, tracer rounds and most annoyingly, Lt Richman's bullshit rambling on the radio.
"This reminds me of the firework show back at Camp Pendleton, where we lit up the whole Oceanside, California with all kinds of fireworks during 4th July." Doc Clancy spoke up, breaking the silence in the vehicle.
"The one where you and Kirito accidentally fired a fucking 10 inch extra large firework into Sergeant Major Ackermann's office? And then get fucking chewed out to another dimension for the trouble?" Evan said, referring to that incident where Doc Clancy and Kirito got chewed out by the 1st Reconnaissance Battalion's Sergeant Major, John Ackermann after ruining his office with their firework shenanigans back in Camp Pendleton.
"Fuck you Evan, I told you to not bring that up again!" Kirito responds by kicking Evan's right arm from his Mk 19 turret position, Doc Clancy, known for his friendly and cheerful attitude, simply laughs at it.
"Ouch, that fuckin' hurts." Evan complained
"Aw come one Kirito, lighten up." Doc Clancy said, breaking up the fight.
"Fine" Kirito finally gives in, knowing The Reporter is gonna write the incident in his article.
"Thank you Doc for stopping him from making me a Japanese dinner, now as a reward when we stop, I'm gonna give you a blowjo-" Before Evan can continue, Simon cutted him off.
"Evan, please shut up with your raging homosexual fantasy?" Simon, who has been observing the fields outside the Humvee, finally joins the conversation, telling Evan to shut up.
"Yes Sergeant" Evan replied, making a small smirk at the edge of his lips.
Doc Clancy just laughs at the current situation, taking off his LWH helmet to fix the NVGs revealed his messy red hair and a boyish, cute face without any facial hair, apparently, his NVGs has ran out of battery, and now he need to find a replacement battery for it, probably because the battalion H&S didn't bring enough batteries for it. The original MICH helmet that was used by 1st Reconnaissance Battalion, designed for behind the lines ops, was thrown out by orders straight from Lt Colonel Steve Garcia himself, telling them to use LWH helmet instead since their mission won't be going behind enemy lines and doing recon, but instead doing infantry missions like seizing highways with help from 1st Tanks.
"I need batteries for my PVS-31." Doc Clancy said in the darkness, trying to find spare batteries for his dead PVS-31 night vision googles.
"Here, take mine, I got loads of it." Hearing Doc's request, Evan takes his spare batteries and gave it to Doc Clancy, who in turn, winks at him as a 'thank you', knowing Evan can see his wink despite being in the dark because his NVGs are still alright.
Then Hitman-3's radio cracked up.
"Alright boys, here it comes!" Simon tells his team to brace for another round of bullshit and retardation.
"All Hitman Victors, this is Hitman-3! We are stuck in the muds, requesting recovery vehicle, over!"
"WE HAVE ENEMY FOOTMOBILES TO OUR 3, BREAK"
LOOKS LIKE 2 ENEMY PERSONNEL, SNEAKING UP ON US, OVER!
"Hitman-3 Actual, this is Hitman-2, those are civilians, probably parents of those peasant shepherds that JSDF's 7th Recon shot, they're going to take their kids home, do not engage, over." Lt Mistral, tired of Lt Richman's ramblings about non-existant threats, finally shuts him up.
"Copy that Hitman-2!" Hitman-3, aka Richmans responds, finally shutting up, the Marines across Bravo's Second Platoon can only breathe a sigh of relief
"All callsigns, this is Godfather, Hitman-3 has dug out their stuck vehicles out of the muds with Mike-88 from Centurion-1, we're Oscar Mike, Godfather, out" The commanding officer of the 1st Recon Btn, Lt Colonel Stephen Franzese, also known as Godfather as his callsign, radios his entire battalion, to start moving now that Hitman-3 has unfucked themselves, the Centurion, is the callsign of a tank platoon attached to 1st Recon from 1st Tanks.
Hearing this, Simon orders Evan,
"Start the vehicle, we are Oscar Mike."
"Fucking finally!" Evan breathe the sigh of relief with the rest of Simon's team, finally being ordered to move out of this muddy fields
"All Hitman-2 Victors, we are Oscar Mike, I say again, we're Oscar Mike, we will be continuing our advance to seize the objective near Italica, out"
Finally receiving orders from Second Platoon leader, Lt Mistral himself, Evan stepped on the gas of Hitman 2-1's Humvee, moving it, they're now back to capture their original objective.
Meanwhile, the parents of the peasant shepherds, who are searching for their kids, finally finds them, but what they see isn't what they expect, 2 of their 10 childrens are missing their limbs, with blood gushing out, the uninjured siblings, tried stopping the blood to no avail, seeing this, the parents cried and wailed, screaming at the state of their children, the father, tried calling for help while the mother helped the rest of her children tie a cloth on the blown off limbs of 2 of her sons, sobbing in the process, unfortunately, the father's cries for help and the mother's wail went unanswered, drowned out by sounds of artillery explosions, tanks firing and moving, gunfire, tracer rounds and flares lighting up the night sky.
Notes :
Oscar Mike : On the move
PVS-31 : Night Vision that the Marines uses
NVGs : Night Vision Googles
Mike-88 : M88 Armored Recovery Vehicle
Victors : Vehicles
Footmobiles : Enemy on foots, duh
LWH : Lightweight Helmet, basically PASGT but lighter
MICH : Basically the helmet Recon Marines uses, they decided to use LWH in this story instead since they're more expensive to replace
LOTR : Lords of The Rings
This isn't my main project, but I'll try updating it once in a while, I'm considering making this my main project though. And please write your reviews and post it.