My first war story. Enjoy!
Location: Undisclosed Location in Russia; Near Moscow
Time: 8:17 PM, 5th of June, 2021
"Man, why the hell are we here?" a UN soldier rocked back and forth in his chair.
He overlooked the UN Unity Base, one of the many bases established in Russia ever since the fall of the government.
Something was killing the people here, and the UN was determined to quarantine the place, clean it up, and move on.
"There ain't nothing alive in sight for miles!" he continued.
The crickets answered him.
"Ahh screw it," the soldier lit a cigar and leaned back in his seat. Then the ground began to rumble.
The soldier's helmet fell off.
"What the hell?" the soldier shook his superior, "Hey Sarge, why're they sending in tanks? We're fine."
The Seargent woke up.
"Huh?" his superior asked, "They ain't sendin' in no tanks."
"Do you hear that?" the soldier asked his superior, "You hear that?"
"Yeah, Wait a minute..." the Seargent's face changed from calmness to horror, "Fall back. Fall back! FALL BACK!!!"
"What?!" the soldier was dragged by the Seargent out of the guard post, down the stairs, and into the base.
"FALL BACK! CODE RED! FALL BACK!" the Seargent yelled into his comm. sett.
Soon boots were heard crunching over the Fall leaves.
The soldier looked up at the sky and saw it was turning purple.
A purple vortex was forming, and it was falling ominously towards the base.
"Something's coming! Something's ----"
The soldier was cut off as he was lifted into the vortex.
"AHHHHHH!"
Soon the vortex had touched ground, engulfing the entire base.
A purple glow emated from the vortex, and a nearby camera recorded all the footage.
--Crackle--Crackle--
The camera was sucked into the vortex, and the footage was forever lost.
Location: Remains of Unity Base, Undisclosed Location in Russia; Near Moscow
Time: 10:19 PM, 10th of January, 2022
The ground rumbled as hundreds of thousands of UN troops marched near the outskirts of the Unity Base.
"Lieutenant Mark, status report," Commander Justinian stood at the ready as his peacekeepers moved in to secure the location.
"Sir, all troops are ready for combat," Mark saluted him and continued, "I'm going to assemble a scout team ---"
Justinian cut him off, "Scout team? We don't need no scout team. Ready the men to secure the base. We're going to get in there, secure the base, clear out the enemy, and GO HOME. Understood?"
"But sir--"
"Good."
"Yes sir..."
Mark walked over to several peacekeepers and explained the plan.
------------------Incoming Transmission---------------------
Location: Onboard the Transport Airplane "Junky"
12 Peacekeepers were seated, waiting for the plane to reach the Landing Zone where they would be dropped off.
"Anyone know the status in the LZ?" one peacekeeper decided to break the silence.
Another peacekeeper just shrugged.
"Why we carrying special ops?" continued the peacekeeper. He pointed out the spec. ops sniper to his superior.
"Don't know," his superior replied, taking out a cigar.
The spec. ops sniper just sat there, in the dark.
"Whatever," the peacekeeper leaned back and waited for them to reach LZ.
--------------------At the Battlefield----------------------
Justinian walked closer to the target objective.
Mark soon saw him, and caught up.
"Sir," he said, "HQ's sending us reinforcements from --"
"Reinforcements?" Justinian interrupted him again.
"Yes sir," Mark continued, "3 peacekeeper squads, and a black ops --"
"Black ops unit?" Justinian was mad now, "Boy you got a lot to learn. I don't need no black ops. All I need is my peacekeepers, my blood, my sweat, and my guns. I have this situation under perfect --"
He stopped, dumstruck.
"Who called in them tanks?" Justinian asked, pointing to the ground, which was rumbling.
Mark was silent.
Justinian screamed, "I WANNA KNOW WHO CALLED IN TANKS ONTOMY BATTLEFIELD!"
"We don't got no tanks, sir!" Mark took a step back, frightened.
The peacekeeprs continued moving.
A few stopped and stared at a brick which fell off a crate during the rumbling.
"Oh my god..." Justinian turned and stared at Mark, who was now cocking his assault rifle.
"Alien scum!" Marcus cocked his assault rifle and radioed his message to all the peacekeepers.
Justinian thought for a moment...
"Fall back," he whisphered, his voice rising, "Fall back! FALL BACK!"
The peacekeepers began to panic. Officers began to bark orders.
"1st Company. Fall back and regroup!"
"2nd Company. All units fall back."
"4th Company! Fall back! Let's move!"
Aliens, vicious looking creatures, emerged from the purple vortex which still engulfed the Unity base.
"Aliens!" one peacekeeper yelled. He opened fire with his assault rifle, "Open fire! AUGGHHHH!"
An alien thrasher stabbed him and ripped him apart with his claws.
The entire peacekeeper army fell apart.
Some men ran.
Some men fought.
Most men fell.
"Fall back! Fall --"
An alien spitter melted the peacekeeper's helmet with his acid, exposing his brains.
"Deliciousssssssss," the spitter began gorging himself on the helpless man's brains.
A peacekeeper with a shotgun made it to the front and blasted away at the incoming alien thrashers.
"RAAWW--" "BOOM!"
"Rah?" "BOOM!"
"RAAAHHH!" "BOOM!"
Soon, though, masses of aliens surrounded him.
"Heeeelpp! AUGH!" the man yelled as the aliens began to rip him apart and feasting on him.
"Take it down!" several peacekeepers yelled.
They teamed up and began mercilessly shooting the huge alien crusher to no avail.
"It's almost do-- UAGH!"
The peacekeeper went flying, as did several others, as the crusher swatted them away with his sharp horns.
Meanwhile, the situation with Justinian and Mark wasn't going well.
The captain and his lieutenant, as well as several retreating peacekeepers, were almost surrounded.
Justinian drew his gun and began shooting.
"I want those reinforcements!" Justinian yelled, "I want them NOW!NOW!"
--------------------Incoming Transmission-------------------
Location: Onboard Transport Airplane "Junky"
The peacekeepers sat quietly.
The pilot had just alerted them that they would be returning to base, since Justinian claimed they weren't needed.
"Justinian's an idiot," their superior had said.
The peacekeeper onboard who had been asking all the questions earlier, Marcus, squirmed in his chair a bit.
"Change of plans," the pilot crackled over his intercom, "Justinian decided he DOES need help. And we're gonna give it to him."
The plane turned a hard left, and crates on board shifted.
Then they were on their way again.
"It's too quiet here. Keep your eyes peeled," the pilot said to his co-pilot and navigator.
Several blips appeared on the radar.
"Hostiles on our six. Put the pedal to the metal," the navigator said.
The plane lurched and sped up.
"Don't worry," the pilot reassured the peacekeepers and spec ops unit, "That's normal turbulence."
An alien avian appeared out of the clouds.
"Hostiles spotted. We're under fire," the pilot's voice wavered, "Lenny, speed up."
"Yes sir," the co-pilot replied.
"We've been hit!" the navigator yelled. The atmosphere in the passenger's area was beginning to worsen.
"We okay?" asked the seargent.
"We're fine," reassured the pilot.
"SIR WE'RE GOING DOWN!" the co-pilot yelled as the pilot closed the sound-proof door.
The pilot gulped and grabbed the intercom.
"All units. Brace for impact."
To be continued...
Location: Undisclosed Location in Russia; Near Moscow
Time: 8:17 PM, 5th of June, 2021
"Man, why the hell are we here?" a UN soldier rocked back and forth in his chair.
He overlooked the UN Unity Base, one of the many bases established in Russia ever since the fall of the government.
Something was killing the people here, and the UN was determined to quarantine the place, clean it up, and move on.
"There ain't nothing alive in sight for miles!" he continued.
The crickets answered him.
"Ahh screw it," the soldier lit a cigar and leaned back in his seat. Then the ground began to rumble.
The soldier's helmet fell off.
"What the hell?" the soldier shook his superior, "Hey Sarge, why're they sending in tanks? We're fine."
The Seargent woke up.
"Huh?" his superior asked, "They ain't sendin' in no tanks."
"Do you hear that?" the soldier asked his superior, "You hear that?"
"Yeah, Wait a minute..." the Seargent's face changed from calmness to horror, "Fall back. Fall back! FALL BACK!!!"
"What?!" the soldier was dragged by the Seargent out of the guard post, down the stairs, and into the base.
"FALL BACK! CODE RED! FALL BACK!" the Seargent yelled into his comm. sett.
Soon boots were heard crunching over the Fall leaves.
The soldier looked up at the sky and saw it was turning purple.
A purple vortex was forming, and it was falling ominously towards the base.
"Something's coming! Something's ----"
The soldier was cut off as he was lifted into the vortex.
"AHHHHHH!"
Soon the vortex had touched ground, engulfing the entire base.
A purple glow emated from the vortex, and a nearby camera recorded all the footage.
--Crackle--Crackle--
The camera was sucked into the vortex, and the footage was forever lost.
Location: Remains of Unity Base, Undisclosed Location in Russia; Near Moscow
Time: 10:19 PM, 10th of January, 2022
The ground rumbled as hundreds of thousands of UN troops marched near the outskirts of the Unity Base.
"Lieutenant Mark, status report," Commander Justinian stood at the ready as his peacekeepers moved in to secure the location.
"Sir, all troops are ready for combat," Mark saluted him and continued, "I'm going to assemble a scout team ---"
Justinian cut him off, "Scout team? We don't need no scout team. Ready the men to secure the base. We're going to get in there, secure the base, clear out the enemy, and GO HOME. Understood?"
"But sir--"
"Good."
"Yes sir..."
Mark walked over to several peacekeepers and explained the plan.
------------------Incoming Transmission---------------------
Location: Onboard the Transport Airplane "Junky"
12 Peacekeepers were seated, waiting for the plane to reach the Landing Zone where they would be dropped off.
"Anyone know the status in the LZ?" one peacekeeper decided to break the silence.
Another peacekeeper just shrugged.
"Why we carrying special ops?" continued the peacekeeper. He pointed out the spec. ops sniper to his superior.
"Don't know," his superior replied, taking out a cigar.
The spec. ops sniper just sat there, in the dark.
"Whatever," the peacekeeper leaned back and waited for them to reach LZ.
--------------------At the Battlefield----------------------
Justinian walked closer to the target objective.
Mark soon saw him, and caught up.
"Sir," he said, "HQ's sending us reinforcements from --"
"Reinforcements?" Justinian interrupted him again.
"Yes sir," Mark continued, "3 peacekeeper squads, and a black ops --"
"Black ops unit?" Justinian was mad now, "Boy you got a lot to learn. I don't need no black ops. All I need is my peacekeepers, my blood, my sweat, and my guns. I have this situation under perfect --"
He stopped, dumstruck.
"Who called in them tanks?" Justinian asked, pointing to the ground, which was rumbling.
Mark was silent.
Justinian screamed, "I WANNA KNOW WHO CALLED IN TANKS ONTO
"We don't got no tanks, sir!" Mark took a step back, frightened.
The peacekeeprs continued moving.
A few stopped and stared at a brick which fell off a crate during the rumbling.
"Oh my god..." Justinian turned and stared at Mark, who was now cocking his assault rifle.
"Alien scum!" Marcus cocked his assault rifle and radioed his message to all the peacekeepers.
Justinian thought for a moment...
"Fall back," he whisphered, his voice rising, "Fall back! FALL BACK!"
The peacekeepers began to panic. Officers began to bark orders.
"1st Company. Fall back and regroup!"
"2nd Company. All units fall back."
"4th Company! Fall back! Let's move!"
Aliens, vicious looking creatures, emerged from the purple vortex which still engulfed the Unity base.
"Aliens!" one peacekeeper yelled. He opened fire with his assault rifle, "Open fire! AUGGHHHH!"
An alien thrasher stabbed him and ripped him apart with his claws.
The entire peacekeeper army fell apart.
Some men ran.
Some men fought.
Most men fell.
"Fall back! Fall --"
An alien spitter melted the peacekeeper's helmet with his acid, exposing his brains.
"Deliciousssssssss," the spitter began gorging himself on the helpless man's brains.
A peacekeeper with a shotgun made it to the front and blasted away at the incoming alien thrashers.
"RAAWW--" "BOOM!"
"Rah?" "BOOM!"
"RAAAHHH!" "BOOM!"
Soon, though, masses of aliens surrounded him.
"Heeeelpp! AUGH!" the man yelled as the aliens began to rip him apart and feasting on him.
"Take it down!" several peacekeepers yelled.
They teamed up and began mercilessly shooting the huge alien crusher to no avail.
"It's almost do-- UAGH!"
The peacekeeper went flying, as did several others, as the crusher swatted them away with his sharp horns.
Meanwhile, the situation with Justinian and Mark wasn't going well.
The captain and his lieutenant, as well as several retreating peacekeepers, were almost surrounded.
Justinian drew his gun and began shooting.
"I want those reinforcements!" Justinian yelled, "I want them NOW!
--------------------Incoming Transmission-------------------
Location: Onboard Transport Airplane "Junky"
The peacekeepers sat quietly.
The pilot had just alerted them that they would be returning to base, since Justinian claimed they weren't needed.
"Justinian's an idiot," their superior had said.
The peacekeeper onboard who had been asking all the questions earlier, Marcus, squirmed in his chair a bit.
"Change of plans," the pilot crackled over his intercom, "Justinian decided he DOES need help. And we're gonna give it to him."
The plane turned a hard left, and crates on board shifted.
Then they were on their way again.
"It's too quiet here. Keep your eyes peeled," the pilot said to his co-pilot and navigator.
Several blips appeared on the radar.
"Hostiles on our six. Put the pedal to the metal," the navigator said.
The plane lurched and sped up.
"Don't worry," the pilot reassured the peacekeepers and spec ops unit, "That's normal turbulence."
An alien avian appeared out of the clouds.
"Hostiles spotted. We're under fire," the pilot's voice wavered, "Lenny, speed up."
"Yes sir," the co-pilot replied.
"We've been hit!" the navigator yelled. The atmosphere in the passenger's area was beginning to worsen.
"We okay?" asked the seargent.
"We're fine," reassured the pilot.
"SIR WE'RE GOING DOWN!" the co-pilot yelled as the pilot closed the sound-proof door.
The pilot gulped and grabbed the intercom.
"All units. Brace for impact."
To be continued...