Unknown: We live in a very cold…Dark world… People are ruled by conventional weapons instead of a powerful figure who has obtained great skill… Our economies, relations, and ways of life crushed… God, how could we have let this happen…?
*The man paused for a second to wipe tears from his eyes and light a cigarette in silence.*
Unknown: Villages? The name has grown old and tired only to be replaced with these things called states or countries… Blood is the fuel of this war for, the State of Music… Our blood… The blood of a many people who’ve had a history of freedom and a father figure for other vill- states below that of the State of Flames… Our great military reduced to a handful of unfunded, tough, brave, and strong men who have the courage to still wear “Our” badge and stand against wave after wave of their attacks only to be met by death… But today this ends… Today we will stop holding a line and go on the offense, and wipe the smirks off of their faces, doing onto their state as they have done to us…
*A younger, deeper, and stronger voice suddenly appeared as a man walked into the dark room. The light from the door revealed that they both were wearing berets and that the elder man talking before was a 4 star general and the other a Corporal.*
Corporal: Sir, your right. But the State of Music will pay, they have under estimated us for too long… As a wounded lion backed into a corner after years of abuse, we have grown tougher, found salvation, and wiser of our actions.
*The man raises his voice.*
Corporal: AND WE WILL! Lash out with the power of a thousand burning flames that this land was once known for… And we will destroy them… This is a promise; all you have to do is give me 3 new men for the 3 that… Are missing in action… And sign on the dotted line Brigadier General Jac-.
*The elder man let out a puff of smoke and spoke in a deeper more serious voice*
Shepard: -Shepard… Sergeant Macon Fisher…, because I will be the one who leads this once great state to freedom from oppression.
Macon: Sergeant.., sir?
*Said Macon in a lighter tone of a voice questioning what was happening.*
Shepard: Yes, I have been promoted recently to 4 star general of the State of Flame’s remaining Airforce, our dwindling Navy, and our cracking Army. I am promoting you to Sergeant so that you can have a 6 man firing squad instead of a 4. I do understand you lost a good man and a “high” ranking officer, Captain Johnson, when you fought the SM (State of Music) Forces Southwest of the Capital. You were able to pull together your squad and make it out alive. Your squad was the best we had, and still will be… Although I’m sending you in to the meat grinder on this one, 3 privates have been added to your squad. They’re kids… But they were rebels who lived after the attack in the Southwest and want to join your side to bring the fight to the SM forces. They also have fought and bled and know some of the prices of war, so give them a bit of respect… You and your other Corporals… Whom were once privates will train them to become effective and lethal in an attempt to liberate our state, re-capture strategic areas, and possibly get jobs for our loyalist so that we can be funded by an economic footing. The others should be here soon.
*The door cracks open as two strong figures burst through the door in full military gear with AK47’s slung across their backs by carrying bands. One was shorter than the other with an extremely serious look in his eyes and the other seemed to have a look that was both relaxed and frightening at the same time. Their faces covered by balaclavas. Both with an arm patch that read “SFSFPTF” for State of Fire’s Special Forces, Prepared to be Tried by Fire. They both coughed as they stated their names.*
The Tall One: Corporal Timothy Forester, Ready for duty sir.
The Shorter One: Corporal Hank Cashmere, Ready for duty sir!
Shepard: Where are those other kids…?
*Three skinnier and much younger looking men came dragging through the door with their gear dragging on the floor as they tried picking it up and carrying it in their hands. They all put down their gear and looked at the others. The two Corporals gave out sighs noticing that two of the boys weren’t even wearing their balaclavas as they were instructed. So the Corporals showed the two how to put on their gear properly, but were surprised by one of the privates that had all of his gear on properly and was standing at attention.*
Shepard: Finally. State your names.
The properly standing boy: Private Peter Welsh, sir.
One of the other boys: Private Wilcon West, sir.
The last boy: Private Tony Davidson, sir.
Shepard: Your call signs are as follows. Peter you are Foxhound, Wilcon you are Base, Tony you are Pitcher, Macon you are Oxide, Forester you are Ghost, and finally Cashmere you are Banker. These names will keep you safe gentlemen. This mission comes directly from me and the hopes of an entire offensive force rely on your success, and you are all we have and the best we have… You will take a national asset… “A C130…”
*The General paused to recognize how much they had lost how something as common as a C130 is now a national asset… Shortly after pausing he pulled out a small stick and pointed to what seemed to be a chess table colored to look like the battle field.*
Shepard: You will drop over a small SM base at night fall between 10:00 p.m. and 10:15 p.m. It’s a small window for you to get in and not be caught by their air defenses and killed before you hit the ground. Once you get there you are charged with eliminating as many hostiles as possible to make them leave their positions around the base, allowing our un-mechanized units to move in and flank the SM soldiers from their rear and left flank. In this base you will find two small factories used for building their tanks and jeeps. Once you drop in you’re to secure this position and get the attention of the hostile forces. This is your safe heaven they won’t shell this building because it is vital to their offensive in the Southwest, but that’s why we’re taking it. When friendly forces join the fight don’t expect much they’re rebels… You’re gonna have to pull them together so that you all can survive the battle. “IF” we win this we’ll get civilians to work in these two factories and the 3 oil depots outside of the factories, and in hopes to re-establish our economy and get mechanized units to surprise these bastards. You and your men will be leaving in 1 hour Mac- Oxide… On the way tell these young ones exactly how this all happened…
*Shepard drew another puff from his cigarette as Oxide saluted him and snapped his fingers as his two Corporals followed him and he hit the head of one of the privates, which also meant follow. They walked outside of the seemingly neat federal building to a dark, trashy, crater filled air run way. There they met a pilot smoking the last cigarette in his pack, Oxide pulled out a pack and gave the man two more.*
Oxide: One for the way there and one for the way back?
Pilot: Sure, but what you guys are doing it could end up being a one way trip.
*The others sat in the back of the giant plane as Oxide climbed in and sat next to the drop door. The pilot then got in his seat pulled a series of levers and switches until the C130 began to roar as its engine turbines spun and it slowly moved down the run way dodging craters in it to not crash into the ground. Finally they reached flight speed and begun to ascend to a height equal to about 3 miles. Oxide presented a cigarette to each of his Corporals.*
Oxide: For every mission you succeed you get one now to the story. We are all fighting for the sins of our fathers. When conventional weapons appeared on the scene and the age of the ninja that was long ago died out… The SM was the first to start an arms race with the SF. We didn’t react thinking that it was best to stay with the roots of the past as ninjas fighting without these types of weapons. Then the SM did a blitzkrieg taking over the SS (state of sand) and the SW (state of water). All falling before they could arm themselves. We are the last remaining military force, but the SM is toying with us destroying little pockets of our military and our population as in genocide if you will of what used to be the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Some rebels from the SS and loyalist are still active in that state, but we must first free ourselves then we will bring the fight there and free them bouncing from state to state liberating the people and forcing the SM into a shallow grave…
*The privates looked and listened in awe in what they were really fighting for. The red light in the back of the C130 turned green as the pilot gave them the signal for ready.*
Ghost: So you nobodies ever jumped out of a plan traveling above 200 mph at 3 miles before?
Privates: No… We haven’t…
*The senior soldiers hooked up and jumped out of the plane just before saying.*
Senior Soldiers: Well learn fast! Or else you’ll land on your ass!
*The man paused for a second to wipe tears from his eyes and light a cigarette in silence.*
Unknown: Villages? The name has grown old and tired only to be replaced with these things called states or countries… Blood is the fuel of this war for, the State of Music… Our blood… The blood of a many people who’ve had a history of freedom and a father figure for other vill- states below that of the State of Flames… Our great military reduced to a handful of unfunded, tough, brave, and strong men who have the courage to still wear “Our” badge and stand against wave after wave of their attacks only to be met by death… But today this ends… Today we will stop holding a line and go on the offense, and wipe the smirks off of their faces, doing onto their state as they have done to us…
*A younger, deeper, and stronger voice suddenly appeared as a man walked into the dark room. The light from the door revealed that they both were wearing berets and that the elder man talking before was a 4 star general and the other a Corporal.*
Corporal: Sir, your right. But the State of Music will pay, they have under estimated us for too long… As a wounded lion backed into a corner after years of abuse, we have grown tougher, found salvation, and wiser of our actions.
*The man raises his voice.*
Corporal: AND WE WILL! Lash out with the power of a thousand burning flames that this land was once known for… And we will destroy them… This is a promise; all you have to do is give me 3 new men for the 3 that… Are missing in action… And sign on the dotted line Brigadier General Jac-.
*The elder man let out a puff of smoke and spoke in a deeper more serious voice*
Shepard: -Shepard… Sergeant Macon Fisher…, because I will be the one who leads this once great state to freedom from oppression.
Macon: Sergeant.., sir?
*Said Macon in a lighter tone of a voice questioning what was happening.*
Shepard: Yes, I have been promoted recently to 4 star general of the State of Flame’s remaining Airforce, our dwindling Navy, and our cracking Army. I am promoting you to Sergeant so that you can have a 6 man firing squad instead of a 4. I do understand you lost a good man and a “high” ranking officer, Captain Johnson, when you fought the SM (State of Music) Forces Southwest of the Capital. You were able to pull together your squad and make it out alive. Your squad was the best we had, and still will be… Although I’m sending you in to the meat grinder on this one, 3 privates have been added to your squad. They’re kids… But they were rebels who lived after the attack in the Southwest and want to join your side to bring the fight to the SM forces. They also have fought and bled and know some of the prices of war, so give them a bit of respect… You and your other Corporals… Whom were once privates will train them to become effective and lethal in an attempt to liberate our state, re-capture strategic areas, and possibly get jobs for our loyalist so that we can be funded by an economic footing. The others should be here soon.
*The door cracks open as two strong figures burst through the door in full military gear with AK47’s slung across their backs by carrying bands. One was shorter than the other with an extremely serious look in his eyes and the other seemed to have a look that was both relaxed and frightening at the same time. Their faces covered by balaclavas. Both with an arm patch that read “SFSFPTF” for State of Fire’s Special Forces, Prepared to be Tried by Fire. They both coughed as they stated their names.*
The Tall One: Corporal Timothy Forester, Ready for duty sir.
The Shorter One: Corporal Hank Cashmere, Ready for duty sir!
Shepard: Where are those other kids…?
*Three skinnier and much younger looking men came dragging through the door with their gear dragging on the floor as they tried picking it up and carrying it in their hands. They all put down their gear and looked at the others. The two Corporals gave out sighs noticing that two of the boys weren’t even wearing their balaclavas as they were instructed. So the Corporals showed the two how to put on their gear properly, but were surprised by one of the privates that had all of his gear on properly and was standing at attention.*
Shepard: Finally. State your names.
The properly standing boy: Private Peter Welsh, sir.
One of the other boys: Private Wilcon West, sir.
The last boy: Private Tony Davidson, sir.
Shepard: Your call signs are as follows. Peter you are Foxhound, Wilcon you are Base, Tony you are Pitcher, Macon you are Oxide, Forester you are Ghost, and finally Cashmere you are Banker. These names will keep you safe gentlemen. This mission comes directly from me and the hopes of an entire offensive force rely on your success, and you are all we have and the best we have… You will take a national asset… “A C130…”
*The General paused to recognize how much they had lost how something as common as a C130 is now a national asset… Shortly after pausing he pulled out a small stick and pointed to what seemed to be a chess table colored to look like the battle field.*
Shepard: You will drop over a small SM base at night fall between 10:00 p.m. and 10:15 p.m. It’s a small window for you to get in and not be caught by their air defenses and killed before you hit the ground. Once you get there you are charged with eliminating as many hostiles as possible to make them leave their positions around the base, allowing our un-mechanized units to move in and flank the SM soldiers from their rear and left flank. In this base you will find two small factories used for building their tanks and jeeps. Once you drop in you’re to secure this position and get the attention of the hostile forces. This is your safe heaven they won’t shell this building because it is vital to their offensive in the Southwest, but that’s why we’re taking it. When friendly forces join the fight don’t expect much they’re rebels… You’re gonna have to pull them together so that you all can survive the battle. “IF” we win this we’ll get civilians to work in these two factories and the 3 oil depots outside of the factories, and in hopes to re-establish our economy and get mechanized units to surprise these bastards. You and your men will be leaving in 1 hour Mac- Oxide… On the way tell these young ones exactly how this all happened…
*Shepard drew another puff from his cigarette as Oxide saluted him and snapped his fingers as his two Corporals followed him and he hit the head of one of the privates, which also meant follow. They walked outside of the seemingly neat federal building to a dark, trashy, crater filled air run way. There they met a pilot smoking the last cigarette in his pack, Oxide pulled out a pack and gave the man two more.*
Oxide: One for the way there and one for the way back?
Pilot: Sure, but what you guys are doing it could end up being a one way trip.
*The others sat in the back of the giant plane as Oxide climbed in and sat next to the drop door. The pilot then got in his seat pulled a series of levers and switches until the C130 began to roar as its engine turbines spun and it slowly moved down the run way dodging craters in it to not crash into the ground. Finally they reached flight speed and begun to ascend to a height equal to about 3 miles. Oxide presented a cigarette to each of his Corporals.*
Oxide: For every mission you succeed you get one now to the story. We are all fighting for the sins of our fathers. When conventional weapons appeared on the scene and the age of the ninja that was long ago died out… The SM was the first to start an arms race with the SF. We didn’t react thinking that it was best to stay with the roots of the past as ninjas fighting without these types of weapons. Then the SM did a blitzkrieg taking over the SS (state of sand) and the SW (state of water). All falling before they could arm themselves. We are the last remaining military force, but the SM is toying with us destroying little pockets of our military and our population as in genocide if you will of what used to be the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Some rebels from the SS and loyalist are still active in that state, but we must first free ourselves then we will bring the fight there and free them bouncing from state to state liberating the people and forcing the SM into a shallow grave…
*The privates looked and listened in awe in what they were really fighting for. The red light in the back of the C130 turned green as the pilot gave them the signal for ready.*
Ghost: So you nobodies ever jumped out of a plan traveling above 200 mph at 3 miles before?
Privates: No… We haven’t…
*The senior soldiers hooked up and jumped out of the plane just before saying.*
Senior Soldiers: Well learn fast! Or else you’ll land on your ass!
