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Post by Brandon on Apr 20, 2010 21:57:01 GMT
An Unlikely Team 1-2-1
The soldiers were almost dragging themselves through the door. They looked at the smugglers with almost amusement. Only the smugglers knew that they actually had it harder than the soldiers.
One of the AU generals was in his office. An attendant was telling him who was there. His mouth formed the words "Brandon Jacobs" and the general's face lit up. He ran out of the office and saw Brandon. He ran and lifted Brandon into a big bear hug.
"Hey boy, how's my favorite nephew?"
"Pretty good, Uncle Jeff. Pretty good. Hows all here?"
"Not so good I'm afraid. We've lost too much. But I always know you've brought me something good. So what ya got for me?"
"Some pretty good stuff. Plenty of ammo. Guns. Grenades. But some weird stuff too. Like this."
Brandon pulled out a gun that shot lasers. The general looked at it.
"What does it do?"
"It destroys missles and airborne vehicles."
"You mean?..."
"Yes. It might take down dreadnoughts."
"We would grab such an advantage..."
"I know. But hey I have something big for ya."
"What is it?"
"My radio operator cracked a message from the APM...we know where they make dreadnoughts. We're gonna go there, steal some, and blow the place to pieces. But I need some support. I need some snipers."
The general thought carefully as he looked out the window. He saw a sniper coming into the window's view. He knew the soldier's name and thought he would be perfect.
"I have just the sniper for you."
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Post by Lucius Alar on Apr 23, 2010 0:13:27 GMT
An Unlikely Team 1-2-2
As Lucius stepped out of the transport craft, he observed his surroundings. Currently he stood on the fifth landing deck of the AU Main Docking building in New Chicago. A strong breeze blew as he was about fourteen stories above the ground. Lucius walked forward with mixed feelings as he found a seat on some benches with the rest of the survivors.
Everything that had just happened….he couldn’t fathom how the AU condition could have gone from bad to worse in a single day…a single battle. They had been so utterly surprised, so decisively defeated. If the APM Forces kept up this strategic and technologic war, AU would be in a clear defeat in a matter of months.
He didn’t think that it was fair. APM had their Dreadnoughts and specially-equipped, highly-trained soldiers. What did the Arcia United Forces have? Barely half that. To be honest, Lucius was beginning to lose hope. He considered at one point in his mental reminiscences that he should join the Arcia direct action squad. He would throw himself directly into combat and die, and then he would be free of all of this mess. But that would be easy.
Lucius had a natural propensity, a blessing (if you will), for challenges; though as he saw it, it was more of a curse. He constantly had to do things the hard way…the right way, but the hard way, nonetheless. However, it was this philosophy that had made him more than just the average “run of the mill” soldier. It was this code of living that had caught the attention of his superiors; it was what made him excel. It was indeed this wanton desire for the hard life that had made him a sniper, and a good one at that.
He walked over to and sat down upon one of the many metallic benches that lined the giant docking bay. The smell of vehicle fuel was quite prevalent, but it didn’t bother Lucius. He removed his rifle from his back as he situated himself on the bench. He pulled back the bolt of the rifle and quickly removed it from the rifle entirely. The one thing he was thankful for was the cleaning kits issued to every soldier, and he used his own kit to begin scrubbing the rifle’s barrel and action with a fine steel-haired brush.
Brandon: “Which one was it again?”
General: “The one that just sat down at the bench….to your left, way at the end of the docking bay.”
Brandon: “The one with the cleaning kit?”
General: “Yea, he was the only sniper left out of our assault on APM’s Base in the Northern Territories. Every single one of his bullets, ten that is, were used, and he even survived the back blast from one of the Dreadnought’s artillery guns. ”
Brandon: “Looks a little on the quiet side…”
General: “Well, think what you will. This guy exhibited a level of acute awareness on his testing that seems physically, statistically impossible. You’d think he could tell the future with a score like 497 out 500. Like it or not, he’s all we got.”
Brandon: “Hmm… 497 you say?”
General: “Yep, 497. You should meet him, maybe give one of your better sniper rifles, though he is able to work wonders with that piece of junk rifle he’s got there. Get acquainted, get briefed, and get outta’ here! I am busy reorganizing this rag-tag army, and you have a mission to complete.”
Brandon: “Well, see you later; I guess I’ll go talk to him and see if he’s interested.”
General: “Tell him he doesn’t have a choice.”
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Post by Brandon on Apr 23, 2010 1:04:13 GMT
Brandon walked over to the man. He sat down on the bench and turned to talk to him.
"Hi there. Did you just come back from the frontlines?"
"Yeah."
"I heard what happened. I'm...I'm sorry."
"It's ok. It happens."
"Hey I've got some good news for you. You've been reassigned to a top-priority mission with me and some others."
Lucius looked at him shocked. He was about to reply when some soldiers came by.
"High Priority? hah. You must be joking. Stupid smugglers can't have anything high priority other than cash."
Before anything else could be said, Lucius had turned around and slugged the man across the chin. The soldier fell unconcious to the floor. Brandon looked over at Lucius.
"Nice shot."
"Thanks I've been wanting to do that for a while."
"Hey, you know what? Come with me."
Brandon led Lucius to the crate. He opened the door. Inside was a small warehouse. Guns, grenades, the works. All there. Ready to go. Lucius stood there, mouth agape.
"Here you go." Brandon handed a gun to Lucius. Brand new. A new make of the old Intervention sniper rifle. Lucius looked at it, utterly stunned. Brandon let Lucius pick up some equipment. NEW equipment.
After stocking up on everything needed he came back to Brandon.
"I've never seen so much equipment. How'd you get all of it?"
"I'll tell you over dinner. What was your name again?"
"Lucius Alar. You?"
"Brandon Jacobs. And I'd just like to formally welcome you to the designated group 141. Codename Viper 1."
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Post by Daniel Fletcher on May 1, 2010 0:34:24 GMT
An Unlikely Team 1-2-4
Colonel Daniel Fletcher and Lt. Colonel Kurt Fletcher made their way through the AU headquarters in New Chicago. Daniel chuckled to himself every time he arrived at this city; it was certainly new, but it was the complete opposite of the Chicago back in the States on Earth.
Kurt: “I wonder what General Harrison wanted us for.”
Daniel: “I don’t know, but the attendant said that it was top priority. I am sure we will find out soon enough.”
Daniel finished speaking just as the Harrison’s body guard showed them into the General’s office.
General Harrison: “Ah! The Fletcher Brothers, good to see you both again.” He shook their hands cordially.
Daniel: “We are happy to be here, but we would like to know what this is all about.”
General Harrison: “Yes, I am sure you are. As you know our armies of late have been suffering terribly at the hands of the enemies Dreadnoughts. If we continue to lose battles like this, we will eventually run out of resources and men until we are forced to surrender. We must either eliminate the dreadnoughts or acquire some technology of equal or better manufacture. It is for this purpose that I have called you two here today.”
Kurt and Daniel exchanged glances.
General Harrison: “A certain smuggler has ascertained the whereabouts of one of the smaller dreadnought production facilities; it is a temporary set up for APM until they can gain a little more ground. The smuggler is putting together a group, Viper-1, and I want you to be a part of this handpicked team and see that the mission is accomplished. Any questions?”
Daniel: “Actually, yes. First, can this smuggler be trusted?”
General Harrison: “I would hope so, he is my nephew.”
Daniel: “Alright, second, when will I be briefed with a few more details, and third, does he know I am coming?”
General Harrison: “Well, he will give you a better briefing, but you will get to introduce yourselves.”
Daniel smiled at the latter statement while Kurt groaned involuntarily.
Daniel: “We never do things the easy way do we, always got to have something to prove.”
The three chuckled as they stood up and shook hands. General Harrison made a parting comment before the two men walked out the door.
General Harrison: “Seriously, Daniel and Kurt, in order for us to have any hope of surviving the next few months, this mission needs to be a success.”
Daniel: “Don’t worry, it will be.”
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Post by Kurt Fletcher on May 1, 2010 0:35:52 GMT
An Unlikely Team 1-2-5
Brandon and Lucius made their way into the transport, meeting three others specially-elected smugglers for the upcoming mission.
Brandon: “Hello, Boys. This is our sniper Lucius. He’s the guy that not only watches your backs but also his own.”
Lucius greeted the other men and then sat down.
Brandon: “Let me make sure that all the equipment that we need and the operatives are here.”
As the pilot of the transport began to go through his pre-flight checklist, Brandon checked the supplies. He looked around, everyone seemed to be ready. He then began to count the team members. One...Two…Three…Four…Five……He paused as he noticed two extra men wearing urban camouflage.
Brandon: “Ummmm, Who are you TWO?”
Daniel: “I am Colonel Daniel Fletcher, and this is my brother Lt. Colonel Kurt Fletcher. General Harrison asked us to accompany you on this mission.”
Brandon took a step back, judging his next action carefully. The transport was now alive with low key chatter from all of the crew, each one staring at the two new members with judgmental but reverent eyes. Lucius whispered to one of the operatives next to him.
Lucius: “Who are these two?”
Smuggler: “You mean you don’t know? These guys are some of the most highly experienced, courageous, and cunning Special Forces soldiers ever trained on earth. They’re practically savants and experts in almost all aspects of war, from battalion commanding to one-on-one combat.”
Lucius: “Hmph, earth doesn’t count for much out here…”
Smuggler: “Think what you will, if these guys are with us, this mission must be very important. Either that, or the general doesn’t have much faith in his nephew.”
Few on the transport knew what to think of the presence of these two soldiers. They were mysterious but definitely had an aura of command about them. No matter what each person thought, these two men were here to stay as the pilot had already begun final flight preparations. Brandon, finally recovering from this welcome surprise, spoke.
Brandon: “I’m honored to have you on this mission, and I think I’ve got just the job for you.”
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