Warriors: Line In the Sand

[SKORGE]

Hahaha sorry Grub, next part is out.

Chapter 2

30 Minutes after Drop off hour - Delta

The convoy of bodies had been walking through the large, lush green fields which extended from the yellow, sandy beaches. The grass was waist high at times and the soldiers had to tread carefully as the freezing rain, which continued to pour with no relent made the ground they walked on slippery and slushy.

“Hey, we’ve been walkin’ for hours…” said James as he skidded along the narrow path, “…where we goin’?”
Lieutenant Blake only paused briefly as he answered, “There’s a designated spot three kilicks ahead.”
“Right Lieutenant.” James merely stated.

Chris looked up only momentarily to feel the ‘thudding’ of rain drops as they smacked against his equipment and exposed skin. For a place called ‘The Sandbox’ by COG Intelligence, this place sure brought down a lot of precipitation.

Chris gripped his Lancer Assault rifle firmly as did everyone else. The sling of his Gnasher shotgun swayed and thudded against his small green rucksack that was tied down to his lower left hip area. A stray of red cased bullets trailed from his right thigh to his belt buckle, as they gleamed even in this weather.

Raising his left hand, Chris scratched the lower jaw line of his chin and pulled the primitive helmet off of his face. The helmets were like all helmets, only these were more like mask’s then the helmets the COG had used in it’s early days in the Pendulum Wars…. Hell, no one remembered those times, only recounted stories told by long gone veterans…

Only they had fought to end the war, to bring peace to Sera once more, but that never happened. Generation after generation grew old, watching the news replay the mass chaos on the world. Everyday they showed the war, bullet ridden bodies of countless dead, civilians shredded in the cross fire.

No one knew when this war would truly end… it had been going on for so long, that peace was something no one knew what truly meant. Maybe one day -

“Quiet!” shouted Lieutenant Blake as he struck the ground with his left knee and raised the barrel of his Lancer into the small patch of trees that had somehow wound up in the middle of their trail.

The small chirping of birds could be heard within the thick brush, but in the line, it was only silence.

A minute or two passed before the Lieutenant ordered his men to get up and continue walking.

“Damn, I was hoping for some action.” soured James, grunting along in front of the line.
“Sergeant, action is but a two sided blade in the hand that is war”. replied Bounder - an Islander no doubt.
“Bounder, no one understands that magical -”
“Mystical.” interrupted Jaystone, correcting his friend and superior officer.
“Yeah, mystical sh*t you Islanders are always saying.” replied James with ease in his tone.
“Aye sir, but it’s true…” Bounder replied, “He who holds the hand of death, can truly know who to conquer.”
“Wha- “
“Hey, is that a village?” pointed one of the Gears from further up, into the distant puff of smoke rising.

The line stopped just as the Lieutenant did. Blake grabbed his binoculars that hung from his neck and peered into them.

The Lieutenant saw a row of houses or small shack like buildings that were scattered around some sort of main road. He let go of the binoculars and let them swing back into place, thudding against the metal plating of his armour.

Putting a finger to his ear he beckoned for the Gear with all the communications equipment or better known as the radioman to come to his position. The raidoman slogged past a few Gears and hunched over listning in on what the Lieutenant wanted.

“Gamins, I need you to coordinate the ordinance into that sector.” he said as the radioman shook his head in understanding. “Command, Outlaw-three, Bravo Sector spotted, making a move…” he replied.
The voice in his ear crackled to life, “Read you loud and clear Outlaw-Three, you will not be clear for evac until Beggar-Boats arrive, how copy?”
“Solid Copy command, Outlaw-Three out.”

The Lieutenant ordered his men into two separate flanking forces. A-Team would include himself as the leader, while B-Team would be lead by Grimes. A-Team would approach from the main entrance and road, while B-Team swiftly manoeuvred around the outskirts and thick grass to make their way in through the back door.

As Jaystone followed A-Team into preparations to storm the little village, which was still unaware of the large masses of green balloons that had dropped down from the sky only moments earlier, he could not help but gleam in this occasion.

Whenever a battle was going in your favour, you didn’t whine about being fair - it was do or die. Then again, there was that saying that if you walked into a battle that was heavily one sided, you knew it was a trap.

“Move!” shouted the Lieutenant in a hushed tone, blending into the grass as he dropped into the thick brush.

Jaystone jogged his way through the green wall of endless plans and wildlife, as he crunched on the slushy mud which was covered in who knows what.

The rain had not let up, and the wildlife had grown considerably quieter this past hour. Jaystone and the others halted their approach on the village just at the main gate - which was lead in by a road going directly through the encampment.

“B-Team, are you in position?” asked the Lieutenant as he locked his eyes onto the village.
There was a small pause as the crackle of the comms link flicked on, “Rodger, B-Team ready to go.”
The Lieutenant raised himself off of the ground and out of the thick brush of green, “GO, GO, GO!” he shouted, whilst he lead the rush.

Jaystone pounced up from his position in the tall grass, flicking mud into the air as he kicked his way across the dampness of the ground.

Chris was right behind the Lieutenant now, he had his Lancer raised and was ready to fire - but… the sight that he was gazing at was not of an armed Indie, rather a young boy with his mother… who had not yet noticed the Gears.

She finally looked up, dropping her basket of colourful fruit of some kind, she shrieked and grabbed her child.

“Quiet, quiet!” he shouted to her, as he raised his finger and placed them at his lips.


Her shrieking continued until it got the attention of the crowds of people indoors and out. They too reacted horribly, some of the men pushed for their wives to take the children and run - while others attempted to somehow put up some sort of resistance.

“Uh… A-Team, Grimes here….” he crackled in Jaystone’s ear, “… ain’t got no Indies, but sure as hell have a lot of rug-rats.”
“Span out and check for any hostile activities, Jaystone - round up the men…” said Blake, turning to point out orders to the other Gears.
“Yes sir.” replied Jaystone as he moved out to fulfil his orders.

Chris had managed to round up the males in the small village, with some help from the Doc who apparently understood these people enough to communicate with them in their language… whatever it was.

“Sh*t, I asked for males and you brought me anyone with a stick in his pants Stone.” snorted Lt. Blake, chuckling with wonder at the mass of people in front of him.
“LT - found some sort of weapons or something near one of these shacks…” alerted a Gear carrying a longspear.
“Doc, ask ‘em if they know who’s weapons those are…” the Lieutenant ordered.

The Doc moved up front, to face the crowd of glaring eyes that all showed no signs of fear, but rather anger. The faces of men and boys of all ages wrinkled with frowns at their current positions on the dirty, muddy ground in the cold rain, hands ordered to stay above their heads.

As the Doc spoke in their tongue, Jaystone watched as some men shouted in uproar. The Doc turned to face the Gears…

“They say they’re just farmers…” he stated, “and that they need the weapons in order to protect themselves and their livestock from wild animals.”
“Ask ‘em if they’ve seen any Indies around here….” responded Lt. Blake.
The Doc turned to face the crowd and was turned away once more, “They say no, none whatsoever.”
“Tell them I think they’re bullsh*ting, and that I need answers in order to help them.”

As the Doc was about to turn around to face the people once more, a loud roaring broke through the relative talk among the village. It swooped high into the air and then wailed as it came crashing down into a fireball of flame and dirt that had smashed into the group of men sitting in the middle of the village.

Jaystone was sprayed with flying limbs and blood as it streaked across his wet body armour and sprinkled onto the soaking ground.

“Defensive positions around the village, now!” shouted Blake as he jumped up and ran for a building across the street.

Jaystone followed suit, but in the opposite direction as he heard another swooping sound come thumping into the dirt, breaking away the soil leaving a large crater. The street looked to be covered in the limbs of the wounded or dead, while anyone else who had managed to escape the bombardment ran for cover.

As Jaystone’s feet thudded onto the hard wooden floor, he felt another mortar hit the ground. It literally sent him up two inches as he felt his feet lift off the solid ground and land back down.

His ears came to life in a dubbed deafness as the close proximity of the mortar had left him somewhat dazed. His body acted on it’s own as it ran up the small stair-like ladder to the ‘second floor’, if you could call it that. He positioned his Lancer on the edge of the window and began to fire at shapes that arrived through the smoke in the street below.

[Sgt. Grub k1ller]

Hahaha sorry Grub, next part is out.

You douchnozzle And someone 1 starred your thread.
Well I just read the last part so I will read this later.

[RaKais]

You douchnozzle And someone 1 starred your thread.
Well I just read the last part so I will read this later.

1 starred? Those Stranded are getting sneaky! :P

I shall read this SKORGE. I have an even bigger list of things to do now I'm back!

[EdieKaye]

Very good. Moving along smoothly. Nice cliffhanger, how long do I have to wait until the next installment?

soldiers had to trend carefully as the

tread

raidoman

radioman?

you didn’t whine about being fare

fair

[Jay the Arbiter]

Yeah, good chapter! I'm still deciding which characters have what voice.

Wait, now everybody is doing rain? I feel unoriginal now.

[BlkBullet23]

Just read the Prologue. It was very cool Skorge. I have an image in my head of the guys in black. From what I read. They seem very dark. I dont know if thats the way they'er suppose to be but thats what I got so far.
A good Prologue and a good read.
Will be reading the rest in awhile.

[AdamFenix]

This was an absolutely wonderful read. I picked up on the Vietnam-era innuendos that were spread all throughout the chapter! What I like is that you've picked up on using real-world events and have manipulated them in just a perfect way that they play out perfectly for sequences within this story.

I'm looking forward to keeping up with this Fan-fiction as much as I can, while keeping up on my own. With next semester of college approaching rapidly, it's going to become very difficult... I won't be as active on the forums as I am now.

All things said, this is turning out to be a success and I like much better than the first go-around (which was also very well written).

[Pandut]

This was an absolutely wonderful read. I picked up on the Vietnam-era innuendos that were spread all throughout the chapter! What I like is that you've picked up on using real-world events and have manipulated them in just a perfect way that they play out perfectly for sequences within this story.

I'm looking forward to keeping up with this Fan-fiction as much as I can, while keeping up on my own. With next semester of college approaching rapidly, it's going to become very difficult... I won't be as active on the forums as I am now.

All things said, this is turning out to be a success and I like much better than the first go-around (which was also very well written).

Yeah, it actually reminds me of the Vietnam war

But in a good way, the way you described it and stuff, really good. And the only grammatical errors that I spotted were already posted by EdieKaye. Nice chapter, SKORGE. I is awaiting moar

[AdamFenix]

Come to think of it... was this heavily influenced by that movie Platoon!?!?

[ChrisX]

Nice work Skorge, just finished the chapter and I enjoyed it. I also picked up the Vietnam-era vibe from this, which made it even more enjoyable. Loved the way you used description.

EdieKaye pointed out all errors I spotted, so I too, await more.

[SKORGE]

You douchnozzle And someone 1 starred your thread.
Well I just read the last part so I will read this later.

Alright then, read when you can. I laughed when someone dropped the rating, easy come, easy go.

1 starred? Those Stranded are getting sneaky! :P

I shall read this SKORGE. I have an even bigger list of things to do now I'm back!

Hahaha yeah I just like adding onto that list. Makes RaKais stronger, so that next time he won't cut hit finger or something.

Very good. Moving along smoothly. Nice cliffhanger, how long do I have to wait until the next installment?



tread


radioman?


fair

Thank you Edie, I can rely on your eyes for all those pesky errors. Next one? Well I'm going pretty fast considering if I stop, the momentum dies and it gets buried underneath some short.... so I'll try and keep the same pace going. Though I think I'm overwhelming some people....

Yeah, good chapter! I'm still deciding which characters have what voice.

Wait, now everybody is doing rain? I feel unoriginal now.

Yeah, we all love how you did rain Jay. So we stole your ideas and added them into ours.... just to get back at you for coming up with them first!

Just read the Prologue. It was very cool Skorge. I have an image in my head of the guys in black. From what I read. They seem very dark. I dont know if thats the way they'er suppose to be but thats what I got so far.
A good Prologue and a good read.
Will be reading the rest in awhile.

Wow, Blk reading my fiction? Thanks bro, for the read and comment. Hope you enjoy the rest of it.

This was an absolutely wonderful read. I picked up on the Vietnam-era innuendos that were spread all throughout the chapter! What I like is that you've picked up on using real-world events and have manipulated them in just a perfect way that they play out perfectly for sequences within this story.

I'm looking forward to keeping up with this Fan-fiction as much as I can, while keeping up on my own. With next semester of college approaching rapidly, it's going to become very difficult... I won't be as active on the forums as I am now.

All things said, this is turning out to be a success and I like much better than the first go-around (which was also very well written).

Adam Fenix - not active on the Forums? Oh god no, we lost another one.... Thanks for the compliments and you better keep your end of the deal up. I write, you write - it's solid.

Sadly, I have not seen Platoon. Surprising since I've known about it for a few years... just never got around to watching it. I presume it's worth it no? Hell I still need to see We Were Soldiers.

Yeah, it actually reminds me of the Vietnam war

But in a good way, the way you described it and stuff, really good. And the only grammatical errors that I spotted were already posted by EdieKaye. Nice chapter, SKORGE. I is awaiting moar

Thank you Pandut, will get around to fixing them errors.

Nice work Skorge, just finished the chapter and I enjoyed it. I also picked up the Vietnam-era vibe from this, which made it even more enjoyable. Loved the way you used description.

EdieKaye pointed out all errors I spotted, so I too, await more.

Thanks Chris for reading and commenting.

Oh and thanks the people that voted on this, even the guy that voted it down - touché mysterious person...

[Jay the Arbiter]

So if I started using Razor hail...

[RaKais]

Cut my fingers or something? I needed stitches! STITCHES!

[Jay the Arbiter]

It can't be that bad. Can it?

[RaKais]

What my fingers? Yeah, I sliced them right open. Real deep cuts. Needed a few stitches with a lot of glue. I'm probably going to have scars but at least I didn't cut any tendons. I still have strength in my hands!

and I can type.

[Jay the Arbiter]

Oh right.

I need to stop inquiring odd things in people's stories.

[RaKais]

I'm slightly confused... so we shall move on.

Rain isn't one of your trademarks :P so no-one is copying you, Mr Jay.

[Jay the Arbiter]

No, not that. I'm trying to keep up with my non-conformist ways. Snow seemed to be the big thing when I started "Survival" so I went with a Rain setting. (It also goes well with the mood of the Fanfic)

Now everybody seems to be doing Rain... Don't make me switch to back to snow!

[SKORGE]

Rain is awesome though, Mansion was a brilliant map on Gears one. So was that whole Imulsion scene in the first game.... The lightning and rain effects were amazing. The lack of this type of stuff in Gears two was disturbing.

And around here it tends to rain or snow either way with a little sunshine. So I got you beat on real life brah!

[Sgt. Grub k1ller]

Ok, finally read this. Great chappy SKORGIMUS. I couldn't find any mistakes.

Knowing you, you will hava a chapter up in like 10 minutes after I finished reading the last one.

[SKORGE]

Still typing it, but it should be up tonight, you know.... so I can flood chapters out and hurt your mind...

Cus' that's how I roll.

And how did you find out about SKORGEIMUS the great Emperor of the Holy SKORGEIAN Empire?

[RaKais]

SKORGIO, you dastardly fellow, why have you not commented on my work?

I am currently reading your stuff now and doing what I did for Jay's A Day in the Life of: A Pariah, just jotting down some general thoughts on your piece so expect feedback soon!

[SKORGE]

SKORGIO, you dastardly fellow, why have you not commented on my work?

I am currently reading your stuff now and doing what I did for Jay's A Day in the Life of: A Pariah, just jotting down some general thoughts on your piece so expect feedback soon!

^Just so you now, I had the tab on your latest chapter for this whole day, until my mind went about Youtube and their damned changes. Was just about to read your latest chapter and get my list done. So no worries, have been trying to blank my mind and read for a few minutes now.

Stop distracting me fellah!

[ChrisX]

\And how did you find out about SKORGEIMUS the great Emperor of the Holy SKORGEIAN Empire?

I am also curious about how he had found out about that.

[SKORGE]

I am also curious about how he had found out about that.

Yeah..... lurking the Forums perhaps or he might just be someone we've already acquainted with? Anyway, next chapter is up.

Chapter 3

1 Hour after Drop-Off Hour Delta

Loud explosions kicked the wet soil into the air as they pounded the street with no mercy. Some of the rusty shacks of thin metal and wood came crumbling down with force from the hot blast of shells. Many villagers were caught in the crossfire as Indie soldiers rushed the Gears who had been caught off guard.

Jaystone had backed himself into the house and was now firing away at anything that moved outside his small 7x7 window. The kickback in his Lancer was tremendous, as it continuously pounded against his right shoulder area.

He gritted his teeth underneath his helmet as his finger slammed into the trigger in a repetitive motion. The burst of fire that exited his Lancer swept the area in a one-two pattern.

He could hear other Gears in his ear, as well as outside nearby in other houses like him. They had been caught with their heads in the sand by the Indies, and now all that ran through their minds was to make sure they weren’t the ones falling by the dozens.

“Argh… f*ckin’ Indies!” he cussed as he continued to fire away in the fog of rain and soil.

His Lancer ‘clicked’ letting him know that it was out of ammo. Turning away from the window, he smacked his armour hard against the side wall and ripped the empty mag out, letting it drop down to the first floor in a haze of hot vapour.

Quickly his hands worked, pulling two mags out of his pouch and placing one in his Lancer, snapping it shut while the other he dropped onto the ledge in front of him.

He breathed a slight “One, two, three” and then pushed himself to face out the window once more.

Quickly scanning the small section of the street that was visible from his position on the second floor window, his eyes noticed nothing. He turned and suddenly bullets hissed at him from the side followed by a bullet that grazed the side of his cheek.

Turning, his eyes locked onto an Indie who was now standing just at the doorway of the building on the second floor. Jaystone dropped to the floor like a sack of bricks. Bullets rippled through the air in his direction as the UIR soldier emptied a full clip.

Chris stayed down, as the bullets tore clean through the thin metal that the second floor was composed of. He could hear the Indie reloading, this was his chance. He pushed himself up and popped a burst of fire into the target’s chest.

The black armour ripped open as shards of metal flung into the side wall and floor. Blood burst onto the ground before the body had managed to even hit the thick soil. The red ghastly liquid sponged the entire entrance area as the man lay on the floor withering in pain.

Jaystone slowly made his way over the edge of the second floor and peaked a look at the man downstairs. There was no question that he was dead, but the thudding of men running outside frightened him. He tensed up and got ready, pointing his Lancer at the doorway. Finger gently pressing against the trigger.

Two men ran in, weapons drawn as they skidded to a full stop. That was when Jaystone popped up and shouted at them to raise their arms.

“Stop right there!” he shouted as he aimed his sights onto the two, but that was when he recognized them.
“Sh*t, Jaystone it’s us!” yelled the familiar voice that belonged to Raz.
“Sorry bout’ that guys….” replied Chris as he lowered his weapon, “…thought you were Indies.”
“F*ck the Indies, here set this up.” interrupted Grimes as he and Raz carried in a 50. Caliber.

The trio began to set up the 50. Caliber on the position Jaystone had originally been shooting from. From the second floor, two man could operate the gun while the third would stay on the ground floor and watch the rear.

Raz snapped the ammo belt into the case as he reloaded, setting the gun up for operation. Beside him to his left, Jaystone stood embracing the ammo belt clenching it in his hands.

His ear piece crackled, “Where’s that fifty?”
“Operational sir.” replied Grimes from the ground floor.
“Well then get some goddamn bullets flying Sergeant!” shouted Lt. Blake as firing echoed through the comms link.
“Roger that.”

Outside the small village from the east a small roar of tracks could be faintly heard as they crunched their way over the rocks and wet soil. Jaystone thought he was the only one who was hearing it at first, until his comms link opened up again and someone had their eyes on an APC moving in through the main road.

“Get that fifty ready!” shouted Grimes from below.

Jaystone smacked his back plate against the wall and took cover, still holding the ammo belt untangled. Quickly though, Raz began to pound away bullet after bullet in small burst’s of three seconds each. Hot lead ripped through the gun and fell to the flooring, slowly building up a pile of gold cased cones.

“Indies at my right!” shouted Grimes, popping a few shots with his Gnasher.
“Keep feedin’ me Stone!” shouted Raz, now slanting the gun toward his left and pounding away at whatever moved out there.

Chris held onto the fast moving belt of lead in his hands as it slipped and turned, flying out of his grip and into the gun. A few exhausted shells swung at his helmet and smacked him on the sides, but he didn’t flinch as he was concentrating on the ammo belt.

“Friendly coming up!” shouted Grimes from below. The firing ceased.

In came two Gears, straddling their ammunition packs with bullets and mags for all kinds of weapons. Ammo belts strung from their bodies like decorations. One of them came running up to Jaystone’s position and was quickly cut down by a stray bullet that lunged into the man’s chest.

“Man down!” shouted Chris, still holding onto the ammo belt as he let the others down there know someone was wounded.
“Sh*t -Yorik, talk to me man!” shouted the Gear from below who had now started to clamber up the stairs.
“Stay down!” warned Chris, alerting the man ahead of time.
“Doc, we have a wounded at our position,” grunted Grimes, “Doc - Doc where the hell are you!?”
Jaystone heard the Doc’s raspy response, “Where the hell are you!?”
“End of the street -” sounded Grimes, echoed out by the long six second burst of fire coming from Raz.
“APC on our position!” alerted Raz, smouldering the trigger with his numb finger.

The APC down below was loud… even in all this chaos. It’s wheels creaked to a halt as it pinged a slight roar of it’s machine gun.

Then, as if out of nowhere a burst of fire ripped open and stunned the crew inside of the building. Chris fell to his knees as he buckled his body and rolled into a defensive position on the ground. Covering his ears he looked up and around the room, his head once more ringing with bells.

Just ahead of him lay Raz who had been thrown to the ground by the sheer impact of the bullets hitting his position. He was swarming around but looked to be okay.

Chris’ ears continued to ring in a deaf tone as dust flew in the air. His eyes itched with irritation and his right shoulder teased a sharp pain. There were yells and shouts emitting from the people around him and in his ears, but none of them were any more clear then his current state.

Slowly over time his hearing began to reach the same level of chaos and volume his ears were accustomed to. The ringing of bells ceased in a few moments as Grimes continued to spit cusses in his ear.

“That f*ckin’ APC is gonna’ chew us apart!” he growled, “…get me some goddamn support!”
“Sit tight Airborne… Armour Guard is on the way.” replied an unfamiliar voice.

The APC outside was still slugging seven inch rounds into the walls as they tore through the weak points and out the other end.

“Longspears inbound - Airborne stay clear!” said another unfamiliar voice in Jaystone’s ear.

Just outside, a ‘whooshing’ sound soared through the air as it screamed into the Indie APC. A loud explosion of fire and gas engulfed the dark armoured APC. But that wasn’t it, another streaking sound of a Longspear rocket stung the air as it pierced into the cold and wet ‘flesh’ of the thick beast, exploding in red and orange on impact.

The large armoured vehicle crumpled on it’s side as it continued to burn with the remnants of the crew somewhat still alive located in it's thick belly. The firing in the area seemed to have died down after the longspear assault on the APC.

Slowly Blake commanded his troops to secure the rest of the village as they rounded up the wounded and dead. The latter of which both contained civilians and Military personnel.

The semi-large village had been reduced to nothing but rubble in the barrage of attacks. Craters scattered the main road and shanty town-homes burned in bright orange flares. Even the rain couldn’t put out the fires as they drew a thick black smoke into the sky.

Henerickson finally came sprinting though the main door to the building Jaystone was located at.

“What’s the problem?” he asked gasping for air.
“One KIA, possible - three wounded.” replied Grimes pointing toward the top floor.

Henerickson nodded as he went toward the ladder, though first glancing at the dead body of the Indie who had been killed earlier in the attack.

“Don’t worry ‘bout him, he ain’t one of ours..” said Grimes, placing his boot ontop the dead body.

Outside Lieutenant Blake had his finger pressed into his ear, “Armour Grade, come again Armour Grade…”

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[AdamFenix]

Fantastic work as always, Skorge. I can't get enough of your Pendulum Wars action!

I really liked how this almost fell to a last-mand-standing kind of defense. It almost reminded me of that mini series The Pacific when John Basilone is defending his fox-hole with the .30 cal on Guadalcanal. Very powerful stuff there; I liked how freely the combat seemed to roll as you read the story. I also like how you make the Indies ambush the Gears and they seem to use Gorilla-Warfare tactics against the COG Gears.

Don't lose sight on your series and continue churning out nice reads like this!

[SKORGE]

Fantastic work as always, Skorge. I can't get enough of your Pendulum Wars action!

I really liked how this almost fell to a last-mand-standing kind of defense. It almost reminded me of that mini series The Pacific when John Basilone is defending his fox-hole with the .30 cal on Guadalcanal. Very powerful stuff there; I liked how freely the combat seemed to roll as you read the story. I also like how you make the Indies ambush the Gears and they seem to use Gorilla-Warfare tactics against the COG Gears.

Don't lose sight on your series and continue churning out nice reads like this!

Thank you once more Adam, I can count on your appearance out of nowhere to track this down. I still don't know how you managed to post a reply so quick, but I'm far from complaining.

The Indies will diversify once you see them more often, their not just a guerrilla force. Hell, unlike the COG, they've got a mixed motto where it's 'Do what you can to win, and make sure the other guy doesn't see it'.

[AdamFenix]

Thank you once more Adam, I can count on your appearance out of nowhere to track this down. I still don't know how you managed to post a reply so quick, but I'm far from complaining.

The Indies will diversify once you see them more often, their not just a guerrilla force. Hell, unlike the COG, they've got a mixed motto where it's 'Do what you can to win, and make sure the other guy doesn't see it'.

Stealthy ninja soldiers of doom...?

Now is that motto for the entire UIR or just one country within it?

[SKORGE]

Stealthy ninja soldiers of doom...?

Now is that motto for the entire UIR or just one country within it?

One country within it. Some Indies go against anything that is perceived as a violation of the Seran version of the Geneva convention. Most Nations actually do. While they don't necessarily like it, they tend to keep these things to themselves. Winning is winning, and if someone else on your side is breaking the rules to win the war, then you let 'em.

Where as the COG are more of the type to simply thrash your ass if they see you as a threat. One law, one mind set no matter your opinion. You don't win because you want to, you win because the COG has to.

Indies have more of a freedom to act like their own nation as they tend to, so they have their own ethics and RoA in the background. So one UIR nation may not like the other - but when it comes to war they fight on the same side.

The COG - well if your in the COG that means the COG pretty much won or invaded your land and took you under. Thus, you can't really go up against the COG because it's the new force that you are now working for.

[AdamFenix]

That's actually a pretty good theory. I like it.

PS- Chapter six is posted! (A quick minute or two for editing and it shall be up!)

[Sgt. Grub k1ller]

Yeah..... lurking the Forums perhaps or he might just be someone we've already acquainted with? Anyway, next chapter is up.




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Lurking mostely. And there is that social group of yours, The Way of SKORGE.

[SKORGE]

That's actually a pretty good theory. I like it.

PS- Chapter six is posted! (A quick minute or two for editing and it shall be up!)

Will take a look the next day.

Lurking mostely. And there is that social group of yours, The Way of SKORGE.

Oh right...... I forgot about that.

[EdieKaye]

Excellent work. I could see the battle in my head. I wait for the next chapter with anticipation and trepidation. I know bad sh*t is going to happen, the prologue leads me to believe that only Jaystone will survive this.

Slowly overtime his hearing began to reach the same level of chaos and volume they ears were accused to.

Slowly over time his hearing began to reach the same level of chaos and volume his ears were accustomed to.

Just outside, a ‘whooshing’ sound soar through the air as it screamed into the Indie APC.

soared

[SKORGE]

Thanks for the review Edie, and I'm not saying a word on what's to come. Not at all.

Will be popping out a small part of the story, not a chapter but you'll see. As well, will get to the errors right away.

[Easy-Seven]

Good job, I like this.

[SKORGE]

Good job, I like this.

Thanks Easy ol' brother. How goes your fiction planning?

[Easy-Seven]

Thanks Easy ol' brother. How goes your fiction planning?

On a hold...a Halo fic I had been planning for a long time has gotten in the way

[SKORGE]

On a hold...a Halo fic I had been planning for a long time has gotten in the way

Damn thy Halo and Reach, they have spiced your love for Halo once more? Damn thy both!

[SKORGE]

Letter One - Chris

Dear Kate,

It’s been weeks since we’d last communicated with one another. Months since my last letter. All I can do is hope that the COG gets this to you faster then they normally do. We both, by now, should know how long it takes for a letter to be sent in from the front-lines.

I feel like we're back in time, back when soldiers used to write letters instead of getting in a line to talk to their loved ones on a phone. It feels strange, pen and paper, trying to think of something to put down but it's hard when you know the COG's going to censor things they don't want read.... preferably this statement.

I can’t tell you anything about what I’m doing or where I am. Hell, even if I wanted to… I don’t even know where I am. It’s been a rough few weeks. We’d already lost a few men before the jump to sickness and another when we landed.

The weather has been god-awful since I touched down. Rain has been pounding away at us for hours now. A little while back we had first contact with the Indies. They ambushed us in some village off of some coast and relentlessly scourged us with their shells.

A few of us got hit including me, but I’m fine. Just some shards of metal that managed to make their way through my armour and into my skin. Can’t say the same bout’ the others though.

Luckily for us, Captain Sparks and the Armour Grade showed up and reinforced our positions in the sandy beaches. Gonna’ have a meeting with a few people of interest in the town. Don’t exactly know what my mission is yet, but I assume Sparks is here for the same reason as us.

Until later, keep that wedding ring shiny ya’ hear?

PS: James says hi, I guess, you know him…. It still doesn’t sit right with me, but what can ya’ do huh? He did give us his best wishes…

- Chris.

Letter One - Kate

Dear Chris,

I haven't heard a word from you in ages. You haven't stayed in contact since you left. I know I should be used to this kind of stuff from a Military man, but I don't know if your dead or alive.

I talked to Alice and she told me to write a letter. She says that it's easier for soldiers on the front to receive them. And knowing you, your unit is probably off somewhere in some country I haven't even heard of.

I'm hoping your alright and that you finish up whatever it is that your doing and come home so that our wedding plans aren't disrupted.

What comforts me is the fact that none of the other wives, girlfriends, or husbands of the men and woman in your unit have heard a word either. Perhaps it's the COG being sneaky once more - yet all I can do is hope. I'm going to keep this short, since you probably have a million things to do.

- With love and worry, Kate.

Yeah...... right, this is not a piece to hold you until a chapter, this is apart of the fiction overall.

[AdamFenix]

Yeah...... right, this is not a piece to hold you until a chapter, this is apart of the fiction overall.

I really like this idea!

These are really interesting to read... it reminds me a lot of that movie, 'Dear John' which is a pretty good movie, but in the end, we all know what a "Dear John" letter means for a soldier...