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 Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 8:35 pm
Warning this piece contains adult language.
Rice----------(13th draft)
One:
The curtain rises on a sunny day in New York City, it is 06:45, there are thousands of urban camo tents set up in a huge grassy area. This is the American Coalition 71st Airborne division's field-base. The American Coalition soldiers wear full body armor suits made of flexible Kevlar and ceramic plates. They are armed with XM-8 assault-rifles and titanium alloy broad-swords. They are the only division on this battle-field. This is a war between The Peoples Republic of China and the American Coalition(United States of America, Canada, England, Russia and France). This war has been going on for twenty years. It is the year 2058.
After 18 years of fighting in Asia, Europe and Africa, China finally decided to strike at the strongest of the allied powers. The United states. Most of China's force were stationed in Morocco after the less-than-substantial resistance from the A.C. China invaded Massachusetts, quickly overtaking the entire northeast in less then two months. China also invaded Florida taking the south-east all the way to Tennessee in three months of intense fighting. By midway through the year of 2057 The People's Republic of China had taken over half of the United States. France deployed 2.5 million troops into Vermont as part of a joint-strike plan to get the Chinese off of U.S. soil. The Russians deployed five million soldiers plus three divisions of armor at Texas, this was the second part of the 'pincer' operation designed to surprise and force the Chinese out to sea so they would be defenseless. The plan was a complete success and by January 2058 one of the only areas where Chinese still held ground was in the state of New York. The French got held up in Massachusetts and the Russians were fighting in Pennsylvania. Only one American Airborne division was deployed due to lack of supplies and aircraft. The 71st was under-manned and low on supplies. They had no chance against the more then six hundred thousand Chinese troops.
BAM! three American soldiers got torn apart by a heat seeking missile.
The 71st airborne division was jolted awake "The Chinks are advancing! Take cover!" someone yelled outside the tent. Jim jumped out of bed extremely fast, all two hundred sixty pounds and took half the tent with him. His skinny bunk-mate Bill got hit in the head by his foot-locker. They quickly grabbed their weapons and helmets and tore the rest of the tent apart getting out. Jim and Bill scrambled for cover and a heat-seeker narrowly missed them and hit a group of soldiers behind them, they were thrown forward into a nearby wall. They got up groggily and took cover behind a wall of sandbags. Jim looked over the wall, his jaw dropped. He was frozen, Bill had to shake him out of his trance.
"What the ******** a*****e? What did you see?" Bill was very pissed.
Jim was in a state of bewilderment "Look. . ." he pointed towards the direction he had looked(north). Bill stood up and looked, then he came back down, his mouth was open and his right eye twitched.
"Meh-meh-meh" Bill was shivering uncontrollably "MMEEECCCHHHSS!" he screamed, almost deafening Jim. They sprinted to the command center(a fancy tent) and went inside.
"Sir the Chinks have MECHS!" Jim screamed, he was hysterical.
"Their advancing sir!" Bill said slightly calmer then Jim.
"You think I don't know this already you s**t-heads?" Colonel Crosure was a natural born p***k(he was also a bad commander). "Get the hell out of my command center you idiots! I have work to do!" The Colonel motioned with his hand for them to leave. The two left the command center and ran back to their sandbags.
"Jim go get some rockets!" Bill screamed to be heard over the noise of battle. Jim was very enthusiastic about this idea "Right!" Jim ran to the half-collapsed armory tent and grabbed a bag full of disposable rocket-launchers. He ran as fast as he could back to their little drove of sandbags, which oddly enough hadn't been touched by Enemy fire. A significant majority of the 71st was involved in a flanking operation to try and disable the advancing enemy mechs(a mech was a large walking tank-like war-machine). There were four of them.
"I got em'!" Jim was out of breath and dropped the bag near Bill, one of the rocket-launchers went off and hit a nearby rubble-pile and destroyed a couple of tents.
"Be careful you moron!" Bill screamed "Give me one of those shooters!" he had never used one in combat before. Jim took one out of the charred bag and handed it to Bill who deployed it and put his right eye through the sight. He forgot to turn on the targeting system, Bill fired at the closest mech and hit its cockpit(he was aiming for the left leg), it slowed down and turned sharply careening into another mech. Jim laughed and got back-hand slapped in the face by Bill.
"What the ******** you laughing for? Nothing about any of this is funny! Give me another shooter and get one for yourself!" Jim took out two of the oddly shaped rocket launchers and gave one to Bill. He unfolded the other for himself and rested it on his shoulder. Jim deployed the sight and took aim. WHAM! one of the two remaining mechs suddenly exploded, Jim saw a Russian fighter/bomber fly over the now pile of was-mech. The plane came back around and was assailed by anti-aircraft fire from the mech, one of it's wings exploded and the plane crashed into the leg of the hulking war-machine. It collapsed and the pilot got out and started running. One of the flanking A.C.(American Coalition) soldiers shot him in the back with a rifle.
"We're being overrun! GET IN!" a Frenchman in a truck behind them suddenly yelled, they got in. The soldiers drove away from the now-in-ruins field-base, it was burning and being overrun by Chinese infantry. The entire 71st airborne division had been wiped out in the blink of an eye. They didn't know where they were going but the compass in the truck's cab said East. The French driver was named Michel D'aubigne(pronounced: Dob-in-yay) he was a college graduate and a U.S. citizen. The C.O. of E company was in the truck: Captain John J. Johnson, a dim-witted simpleton who is notorious for giving bad orders and is only a captain cause' his daddy's a general.
After driving for two and a half hours the truck ran out of fuel and stopped. It came to a stop near a small bombed-out deli, the Captain ordered them to take cover in the deli and to wait there until he came back, he was going to go look for friendlies. He really meant the restaurant but nobody knew this, the Captain had been hit in the back of the head by a small caliber munition and had gone completely whack. After he had been gone for five hours Bill had taken over the group, everyone but Nick was fine with this. Nick decided to go look for a command center that he swore was nearby(he got this idea from a map he had, it turned out to be Chinese), nobody objected to him leaving. Arthur would have objected but he had fallen asleep, they were brothers. This was ten hours ago, Nick had been shot by a Chinese patrol two miles away. It was getting dark.
The Captain, after five hours of walking found a red sign that he could have sworn said Friendly's. It said "3077th Armor Division" in bold red Chinese.
Still no sign of anyone. everyone but Michel was sleeping, he was on watch. Michel did not like being on watch. He was daydreaming about what it would be like if he were a famous architect, he had a lot of money and women. But of course architects don't make that much money or get a lot of women. This is why it's called 'dreaming'. Jim was jolted awake from a horrible nightmare.
"Huh?" he said bewildered, Jim yawned.
"What in the hell is wrong with you?" Michel was mad that Jim interrupted his fabulous day-dream.
"Nothing" Jim yawned again "I'm fine, see anything?"
"No, silent as the grave" Michel had gotten very good at lessening his accent and learning English and American phrases.
"Is it my turn?" Jim picked boogers out of his eyes.
"Yes" Michel stood up and walked over to the west wall of the deli near the empty refrigerator and sat down, "I'm going to sleep don't bother me."
"Good-night my little darling." Jim said mockingly.
"Shut up" Michel threw a rock at him.
Jim sat down at the low north-east corner of the deli. He propped his rifle against the wall next to him and took out a pair of binoculars. He looked around for awhile then put them away and started humming. Jim was a football player back in the United States, he had no money or family to speak of.
Two hours passed and Bill woke up, yawned and stood up, he went to sit at the north wall near Jim, they were friends.
"See anything Jim?" he said while half-yawning.
"Nope, not a soul. I haven't heard anything either." He said sounding bored.
"Hmm" Bill took off his helmet and ran his hand through his silvery hair, which was, surprisingly still clean. Jim was very uneasy, he had never liked the Captain but he wasn't one-hundred percent comfortable with Bill taking over. Bill had no experience in this position and most of the guys he was 'commanding' didn't really like him. Twenty four hours passed.
“Where the hell is the Captain?” Jim would say every five minutes.
“How the hell would I know?” Bill would reply every time.
“I don’t know Bill, it's just that... we've been out here for almost two days now! And there's no sign of--- well anything. . .” Jim said finally after hours of going back and forth. "Maybe the war's ended?" he said with his eyes glowing.
Bill replied sneeringly "Yeah right man, do you really think after twenty years it would just end suddenly?"
"Maybe. . ." Jim sounded very put-out "Hey, why do you always have to do this? Whenever I say something you IMMEDIATELY come up with some fancy rebuttal to kick my a** with."
Bill thought about this "No I don't" he raised an eye-brow "Your just thinking to hard, why don't you---" he suddenly started trailing off and quickly picked up a pair of dust-covered binoculars, he ran over to the scrap of what was left of the disintegrating north wall of the building they were in.
He looked through the binoculars and sighed, the word just sort of rolled slowly off Bill's tongue “s-h-i-t”.
“What’s wrong, 'Richard'?” Cary said to Bill trying to be witty(he was not very witty at all).
“They’re advancing, care-bear” Bill replied sounding very stressed and annoyed.
“What did you just call me, d**k?” Cary sounded very surprised at what Bill had called him. Cary was not the kind of guy who really 'cared' about anything, especially not people. The only thing he cared about was his perfect black hair(which always looked very nice).
“Shut up and--- for God’s sake man pick up your rifle! This ain’t no ice-cream social!” Bill was very stressed, as he always was.
Bill raised his voice “Alright ladies(he frequently called them this, he thought it motivated them) get ready, it looks like no one's coming for us, so either we die here or try to find the command center.” He started pacing “Well, 'sir'” Mike said 'sir' with a mocking tone, "Why do we have to go anywhere eh?"
Mike was a Canadian. Bill didn't like Mike, he thought he was an arrogant a*****e.
"Because numb-nuts, there are what looks like four regiments of Chinks headed this way, maybe more. Now I suggest we get off our asses and try to find some way outta' this shithole that protects us from heat-seekers." Bill was sweating, a lot, his blood pressure sky-rocketed in stressful conditions.
Michel spoke up, this was rare: “We could go through the sewers, no? I mean New York city had pretty big sewers, right?”
“You have a point, girl's name. New York did have a lot of people back in the day, so it must have had pretty big sewers! But we'd need to find some way of getting into a sewer close-by” Bill mused, calming down.
“Sorry to rain on your parade, but---” Adam frequently did just that “where in the bloody-hell are we gonna find a door to the sewers?”
“Well it's a one in a million chance but we gotta. . . try. . .” Bill said with a face of bewilderment, he saw a man-hole right outside the building they were in.
“Now that's never happened before” he said cheerily “Let’s go before they spot us”. Mike went down first and gave the all clear to the guys above, they dropped into the refuse disposal chute one by one until they were all down there, Arthur commented on the smell “Not too bad actually”. They all turned on their rifle-lights on the front of their guns and started walking down the South tunnel.
Two:
Michel continued to walk south down the everlasting sewers, he was on point. Bill put him there because he believed he needed the experience. Michel was not happy with this. Jim followed closely behind, they were talking about how it was impossible to win in global-thermonuclear war. Bill was concentrating on some childhood memories, he didn't notice anything odd about the sewers until he bumped into Jim and Michel who had stopped abruptly, they looked like they had seen a ghost.
"What the ******** are you two idiots staring. . . at. . ." Bill was in awe. Cary fainted, Arthur dropped his gun but quickly picked it up again and ran over to Bill "What is it?" Adam said sounding bewildered.
Before them was a colossal shiny silvery-blue wall that gleamed with an odd glow when their lights passed over it. Across the entire wall were incredibly detailed and intricate engravings. Bill wiped off his glasses with his hand and pointed his light at the wall, he came upon a wooden sign that had a small picture of the Chinese flag and said "Warning do not enter! Extremely hazardous area forbidden to anyone without level ten clearance." Of course, none of them spoke or read any Chinese, except Mike but he only knew the word 'cheese'. There was a door right next to the sign that was partially open and had very faint sounds of machinery and they heard something smash.
"Hmm, this appears to be some sort of secret Chinese base. I knew there was something wrong with that square manhole. . ." Bill was curious how the Chinese had gotten this gigantic, for lack of a better word, 'thing' down underneath New York city in the first place.
"Well what do we do now eh?" Mike said before going to revive Cary.
"Well this explains why the 'sewer' was constantly going down at a steady angle. I wonder why we didn't notice anything peculiar about this before."
"Well come to think about it, I did see a few strange looking doors with a skull and cross-bones on them." Michel said matter-of-factly.
"WHAT?!?" Bill screamed "Why didn't you say anything you dingus?!"
Michel sounded very insulted "Hey, I just thought it was a normal American thing, you know! Like eight-lane highways or something."
"Ugh" Bill sat down on chair.
"Hey where'd that chair come from?" Adam said curiously.
"Huh? What? What chair? Ohh s**t, this chair? I dunno, I just found it here. . . wierd" Bill got up and looked at the chair, it was a very nice chair that looked like it was made out of oak. It suddenly shot down underground and they heard a small explosion, a small plume of fire and charred wood came out of the hole.
"Okay, everyone watch what you touch." Bill said commandingly.
"Yeah really?" Arthur said in a sort-of no-s**t-dumbass sort of tone.
"Where's Cary?" Jim said as his eyes dialed in on Cary who was getting up.
"What happened?" Cary was feeling dizzy.
"Did you faint? You p***y." You look up the word a** in the dictionary and there will be a picture of Adam.
"Come on lets move and for god's sake be careful, don't touch anything, you hear me?" Bill wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.
"Yes" They all said almost simultaneously.
Michel opened the door and shined his flashlight around the inside of the room, the walls were completely bare, there were two couches with dead brown potted plants at either side of them. There was a small wooden coffee table in-between them. Michel flipped on a light-switch and walked in. It looked like an average reception room, except for the floor, walls and ceiling. They were all that strange metallic color that had a low glow to it. They walked in slowly one-by-one until they were all in. Whoomph! the door slammed shut behind them and they heard a clicking sound that sounded like locks closing. Adam ran towards the door dropping his gun and tried to pry it open with his fingernails.
"NO! STOP!" Bill was too late Adam was fried by a large amount of electricity that dispersed into the walls avoiding all the others. Arthur ran over to him to see if he was alive, he was not.
"Let's move! we need to get the <********> out of here" Bill started walking towards the door at the other side of the room, the others followed silently. Bill prayed and grasped the handle of the door. Bill let out a long sigh, no shock. He opened the door and he saw a ginormous multi-level laboratory. Outside the door was a long marble staircase that was inside a clear-plastic tube so you could see everything outside of it. At the bottom of the staircase was a large set of metal blastdoors. They had some Chinese writing on them and a skull and cross-bones.
"What the hell is this place?" Bill muttered under his breath. "Lets move guys, it looks like we got a long way to go" He said to the remaining five. They followed.
At the large red and yellow checkered blast doors they stopped and looked for some way of opening it.
Michel found a large red button "Hey look at this!" Bill came over.
"What is it?" Bill said curiously.
"I think it opens the door, but I don't know any Chinese!" Michel noticed a bit of dirt covered writing underneath the button. He uncovered it and it said: "Laboratory 1-A, push button to open doors" in French, he wiped off some more dirt and it said the same message in thirteen different languages. None of them were English.
"Should I?" Michel's voice wavered.
"Yeah, push it. But be careful Michel." Bill took a step back and signaled the others to do the same.
"Here goes. . ." Michel gulped and pushed the big red button.
They could hear gears moving and FWOOSH! a cloud of dust exploded over the floor, and the door started to open. It was a very slow door to open but was probably like a guillotine when it closed.
"Be careful, we don't know whats in here. Move out!" Bill was unwavering in fortitude because he knew if he showed he was scared everyone else would get scared. They walked into the darkness and strange sounds with only their weapons and each-other.
Three: Coming Soon!
The word "c***k" is a racial slur referring to the Chinese I use this word only for the characters in the story and I do not condone the use of this word in real-life ever.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 10:08 pm
I have a question, why would China invade America from the east coast? The west coast is much closer…
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 9:52 am
Damn! I know this but I didn't input it into the story. . . I'll fix that.
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 1:25 pm
That's fine as long as you put it in somewhere in the story, like in a flashback?
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