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April 17th, 2007, 07:42 PM
Sargent Drake Alexander ducked as another enemy volley raced overhead, hiding in the safety of the trench that he and Anderson were in. Cook, Johnsen, and Stevens were just a few feet away, firing over the dirt wall.
"Awright cheif, what's the plan?" Anderson looked worried, the force they were fighting was twice the size information had promised, making it three times the size of their army. Their men were good, but three to one was asking too much.
"Okay, You go left with your regiment, Cook'll go right with his, and Stevens ans Johnson will charge the middle with me. Don't draw attention to yourselves, and don't lose the element of suprise." He shouted over the battle noises, making himself heard by all his lower officers. "Steady...Steady...NOW!" Drake charged over the mound of dirt, not even bothering to look behind. He fired his gun as he went, giving a grunt of satisfaction as he saw a soldier topple backwords.
In his first battles, death at his hands had disturbed him. Now, he had seen men do things to other men that had almost destroyed him. Death wasn't a sin, it was a way of life. He recalled Captain Rogers saying 'War isn't about dieing for you're country, son. It's about makin sure your enemies die for theirs.' But after today, he probably wouldn't see Captain Rogers ever again.
He heard screams of agony and pain everywhere. He fired once more before drooping into a foxhole, giving a weak grin to the other soldier who had dropped in with him. He stayed there for two minutes before gunfire broke out on both sides of the enemy forces, with fresh screams to accompany it. Anderson and Cook had made it.
Then, it happened. There was a clunk at his feet and he looked down to see a german grenade in the bottom of the foxhole. "Look out!" With inhuman speed and strenght, he lifted the soldier straight into the air and threw him from the hole. Then, he heard the explosion. The pain he expected never came. There was a bright flash of light, and he found himself kneeling on a hard stone floor.
"Hello, Sargent Drake, My name is Jandar. Welcome to Valhalla."
Hi all, I'm drake. I was bored and have always liked writing, so decided to start this thread. I'd like to think of it as an improved bio's thread, displaying small parts of charachter's lives or something that describes them. Tell me what you think.
April 18th, 2007, 07:19 PM
...No response...ooookay...is that good?
Any requests for charachter write ups?
April 20th, 2007, 03:59 PM
i like it, agent carr might be an interesting fan fic character.
April 20th, 2007, 05:08 PM
Well well well, you're jumping on the bandwagon?
Alright, one Marcus fic, if'n ye'd like.
April 20th, 2007, 07:15 PM
Carr now, I'll do marcus next
Carr sped along, dodging trees and bushes as he sprinted through the forest, being careful not to make a sound. He knew the rules of stealth, and practiced them well. 'Avoid dry leaves and small rocks, for only luck will get you over them unnoticed. Keep to the dirt and grass. stay low to the ground, never let down your guard' He practiced these rules subconciously, leaving his mind free to concentrate on his mission. He remembered it vividly, and played through it in his mind.
"Enter." Carr obeyed immidiately, opening one huge door to vydar's chambers. A voice echoed out from the darkness "Carr, I have another mission for you. Lately, einar's forces have been more active than usual. I fear they mean to betray us. You will go and retrieve a scroll containing einar's orders to his western army. A copy of this can be found in Osaka II. He has been gathering forces there. Not just samurai, but romans and egyptians as well. If he means to attack us, then we won't be caught unaware." Carr bowed, knowing that he was being dismissed. "Oh, and carr, don't fail me this time."
Carr felt blood rush to his face at the mere memory of his last failure. Stumbling along, he came to a sudden halt as he heard a snap in the undergrowth. He realized that he had broken the twig himself, and began pummeling himself on the inside for his lapse. He stood stock still, straining his ears for any hint of noise. One minute, then five, then ten went by. Then, with a whisper of wind, he was off again, speeding along. He was a shadow without a body, one with the land as he raced across it.
By daybreak, the walls of the city were visible ten miles off. Carr knelt down in a cool valley between two hills, settling into his meditative position. A long week of travel had worn him out, and he needed the rest. There could be no mistakes. Not this time.
Part two to come! (Sorry if this was kinda boring...I'm introducing the charachter and setting up for the showdown.)
April 22nd, 2007, 04:09 AM
The huge walls of OsakaII we're patrolled by ever vigilant archers, looking down on the flat landscape below. During the day, they would be able to see anything coming from three miles off. During the night, it took carr roughly five minutes to scale the walls and find his way into the city. He had almost been caught by a sentry patrolling the walls, and had breifly considdered killing him, but he knew that his absence would not be unnoticed. A day of sitting and watching had taught him that the sentries had to report after their watch to be releived.
Inside the city, he moved like a wraith through the buildings, keeping to the shadows and avoiding being near the walls. Then, quite suddenly, he felt a change in the landscape. It was barely noticeable even by his razor sharp senses, but noticable all the same:There was no smell of burnt insence lingering in the air. Slowly, Carr raised his head to look into one of the windows of the nearest grass hut. There, three roman leigonaires slept, one drooling on the grass mat on which he lay. Vydar had been correctly informed, the only reason romans would be there was if they were to march to war.
It took him another ten minutes to locate the central castle, where hamatomo taro and kaemon awa took up residence. Samurai lined the perimeter, their red clothing showing them to be Izumi. They were all meditating. Carr knew that this was more dangerous than them being up and alert, for the meditative trance is easily disturbed. Thinking quickly, he devised a new way to enter the building, and dashed off immidiately.
Koizumi sat guarding the south wall when he was jerked out of meditation by a touch of air on his face. Normally, he would have easily dismissed it for wind, but it did not last long enough nor was it strong enough to be so. His hand instinctively closed on his katana handle as he pricked up his ears, straining them to hear anything. He opened his eyes, gazing about to see anything out of the ordinary, but there was nothing. Then, there was a dark flash above him, obscuring the crecent moon momentarily. A dull thud two stories above told him that something was wrong indeed. Without a second thought, he set off twords the doors, careful not to disturb his resting brotheren.
Carr gazed out the window into which he had just lept from a building's roof opposite the road. "****!" The samurai below him got up and slowly walked twords the doors. He had about two minutes before the samurai would reach this spot, and had to locate the scroll by that time. He set off down the hallway, looking for the desired room. After a minute of searching, he heard the soft pad of footsteps coming twords him from down the hall. It appeared that he was heading twords the door, twords his pursuor.
Koizumi rounded the bend and saw a shadow disapear at the end of the hallway. Running forward, he rounded the bend, but saw nothing. He immidiately changed direction, heading twords the throne room. If someone had taken the trouble to infiltrate the city, they could only be here for one thing. When he made it to the room, there was still no sign of anything out of the ordinary. Cautiously, he approached the doorway, only to be stopped halfway there as two ninjas appeared next to him, blades drawn.
"You should not be here. Go" The muffled voice of a female was heard from the ninja to the right.
"I mean no harm to anyone. Let me pass."
"You will stay where you are. Give me your name, I will be reporting you to Jiro in the morning." the ninja on the left sounded grave and tense, ready to attack if need be.
Koizumi gritted his teeth at the ninjas' stubborness "I have reason to beleive that an enemy has infiltrated the city and is attempting to steal Einar's orders."
"You have no reason to fear. Our third is personally guarding the scroll and will kill anyone who enters the room without permission."
"Fools!" Koizumi rushed twords the doors, swinging open, in time to see a ninja colapsed on the ground, unconcious. The two ninjas appeared at his side, gazing at their fallen comrade. One rushed off twords the doors, the other ran forward to check him for the scroll. Koizumi ran to the window, looking out at the landscape. There, breifly illuminated in the moonlight, was the man he had been pursuing, rushing twords the gates. Without giving it another thought, he jumped, landing catlike on the road before springing after his victim.
Carr rushed on, aware that he was now being chased. It was no longer a question of stealth, but of speed. He knew he could best the warrior in combat, but it would cost him precious seconds that may be crucial to his escape. It had been quite easy to get to the throne room, he had simply followed the unaware samurai there, let him spring the ninja trap, and enter the room while he argued. He had been forced to knock out the last samurai, but had acheived his goal. Now to escape... There was a horn blast behind him, and lights sprang up in all the houses, their occupants shouting. A dozen leigonaires tumbled out of the houses in front of him, looking dazed. He ran on, and quickly surpassed them, walking right through their midst. They began runnning after, but were too slow to be of any help. Then, he turned up a side alleyway, and found himself facing a fifty foot high wall with archers standing above.
Koizumi grinned, he knew he had caught his prey now. He whiped into the alleyway, katana raised, and began swearing explosively. His prey had escaped.
On the other side of the wall, Carr sprinted out into the jungle, cluthcing the scroll to his chest. He had suceeded.
Woah, that was long.
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