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 Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 3:14 am
Hello there. :]
Welcome to Willi's Stories, a place where I have decided to start writing and posting short stories about stuff. This stuff could be dreams I've had, ideas for roleplays that never panned out, character backgrounds for my characters, or just something random that I decided would be cool to put here. I'll typically put at the top of each post my inspiration for the post, as it may help inspire you to write as well. I'm all about inspiration.
You can post your criticism, praise, or even a continued idea here, too, just after the fifth post. In the event that I decide to post more than five stories, I will remove one from a post, place it in a thread in the Barton OOC, and link in this post. If you wish to read any of them from the past, they will be there.
Happy reading, you lovely guild-goers.
[I may put some graphics up hurr in time, if I keep going with this for a while.]
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 3:15 am
This story came from a dream I once had, many years ago. The dream was very inconclusive, very vivid, as most dreams are. One thing was certain, though, it was based on some type of World War II video game I had played. You could honestly say that it was that game that inspired this, though mine, as you will read, is much different. ;D
25 May 2003, 0336 Local
Near Moscow, Russia
Take settlement "Bravo Oscar Mike 315" from German resistance
PFC Charles Schwartz, Sgt. John Malcovich, Sgt. Joseph Allen, Cpl. William Black, SSgt. Fredrick Wright
"Hey, turn off that light." The order left Schwartz uneasy. He clicked the side-barrel light off on his M4. Darkness shrouded their approach to the little town. They were twenty klicks from the Wall of Moscow, and the small settlement was just a fragment of the whole operation to take back Moscow. Marine Team Hotel Niner was tasked with taking the town and setting up a base of operations. H9 had encountered heavy resistance on the way and captured three German officials. It had been a long day.
The team stopped their combat walk down the street and kneeled as Black put up his fist. He was point, Malcovich took rear. Other than M4s, only Allen carried another weapon, an M40A3 rifle. He was a Marine Sniper, Black served as his spotter. Black signaled Allen to come forward. As soon as Allen reach Black, a bullet struck the ground next to them followed closely by a gunshot. "Sniper!" Black yelled, and all the Marines dove off behind cover. Black and Allen sat behind a broken yellow Volkswagen Beetle. "See that? He's got to be at least eight hundred meters. The sound was after the bullet hit."
"Did you see where it came from?" Allen asked, adjusting his scope. Black looked at him. "We need a decoy to bring him out." Black signaled for Malcovich, and the Marine sprinted across.
"Sir?"
"I need to borrow your axe." Malcovich grudgingly handed the aerated tomahawk to Black and Black hit it into the tire of the car. The air, what little was left, hissed out and black cut a large piece out. He wrapped it around itself and placed his helmet atop it. He handed the 'head' to Malcovich and said, "Decoy."
"Hooah," Malcovich replied and he lifted the thing to just above the hood of the car. After five seconds, a muzzle flash came from atop a small mansion at the curve of the road. With a rangefinder, Black distanced the ********. He's using a .50."
"Distance?" Allen asked. After no reply, he repeated it. "Distance?"
"1346."
"I can do it. I need a good distraction to get it, though."
Black pointed toward a house to their left and signaled for a quick movement. His fingers counted from three, and, on zero, four Marines rushed into the house, Schwartz just missing the bullet by a hair. After the distant shot, a much closer one rang out. "Hit confirmed," Allen said, looking to Black and smiling big. "Wait 'til the boys hear this s**t."
"Not like they'll believe."
Wright spoke up. "You know the drill. We need to confirm kill."
"Sir," Black responded, and the team continued down the road.
"In the head? You lucky ********," Black said, punching Allen's arm. The team reached the building with no problem, but on the other side of it was a half-gone smouldering town, like it had been hit with a cluster bomb.
"There's a lot of cover for the enemy," Wright spoke up, "so this ain't going to be easy." The rest of the banter stopped and all the Marines looked at the city.
"If I can get there," Allen said, pointing to a bell tower that barely stood its ground, "I can provide overwatch."
"Agreed. Black, you and Allen follow the path around the right flank and get to the bell tower. All enemies declared hot. Don't take any chances. There aren't civilians here." Wright had that way of speaking in short sentences, trying to sound official. Even a child could tell he was both anxious and excited with this development. "Schwartz, Malcovich, you're with me. We're going to take the center path, draw fire for the sniper team. Do not waste ammunition. Pot shots are okay for suppression. We make our way to objective Charlie."
Schwartz checked his magazine and chambered a round. "Let's do this s**t." The other Marines let out a hooah and gathered themselves for the walk over. It was about two kilcks from their current location, so it would be a brisk walk.
Fifteen minutes later, the Marines reached the city proper. The lack of bodies in the city was disturbing. Wright pointed to Allen and Black and sent them on their way, then motioned for Schwartz and Malcovich to follow him. Wright led the group down the street, all looking around them, waiting for the Germans they knew were there. Malcovich heard a metallic clunk from his right and took a short gasp before diving behind a car. The others followed suit and two seconds later, a grenade sent shrapnel all around, decimating the cars the Marines hid behind. They each peeked from behind the cover and saw nothing. Had it been a trap? Then all hell broke loose.
Allen and Black had no trouble reaching the bell tower. Their problems began, however, when a shape charge blew the tower down. "********!" Black yelled out, shielding his head from the dust. "Options?"
Allen looked around them and saw a very open field. The bell tower was a trap. Of course it had been; who was stupid enough to think the highest point in the city wasn't guarded? A sniper who was ecstatic over a 1300 meter headshot. A rookie mistake that cost him and his teammate their cover. "Regroup. Orion."
"Orion!? Are you ******** serious?" Black scolded Allen. "Orion is the last resort. This s**t ain't lost."
"And we're in a ******** field surrounded by Germans. How much more lost do you need?"
Black angrily stared at his partner for a minute, then sighed heavily. "Fuuuuck." He pulled out his radio and said one word on it. "Orion."
"Affirmative," the radio crackled. Black was surprised. Was Wright in that much disparity, too? Black unbuckled his ruck sack and flipped it against the wall the men sat behind. Allen did the same.
Across the city, the other Marines also pulled their sacks off and all unzipped the big zipper. Each pulled out a small box, the size of a shoebox, but completely metallic. The box seemed to almost suck in light, it was so black. They opened the boxes and took off their dog tags. Each tag had a different shaped end, and they all inserted the tags into the slot on the box. Each one turned his key and five lights went from red to green in order. Then Wright pushed a blue button on his box.
Black looked to Allen and said, "I hope this wasn't a mistake."
[tbc]
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 3:16 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 3:17 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 3:18 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 3:19 am
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 6:36 pm
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