Post by Commissioner Warrior™ on Sept 30, 2010 0:14:10 GMT -5
In this Apocalyptic world, one never knows what to expect. When the incident occurred, a part of me thought Kendra and I would be roaming vast wastelands of nothingness only to barely survive and eventually fall to starvation or some other problem. That was the realistic side of me, a side which honestly is almost entirely gone. And truly, I doubt it is coming back any time soon. We are now the Commanders of the lead unit in the military force of the Republic of Texas. Yet again, I sit and wonder how on Earth I could have arrived here. And who on Earth, in the heavens, or anywhere, could come up with this if they even attempted to. Well, that's enough talk. Things are about to get interesting again.
Upon asking to see our troops, we headed to the elevator in the room with President Octane. Queen Firepower stayed behind to keep things in check whilst we were gone. Upon entering the elevator, Octane asked us to step towards the walls for a moment. We did so, as he turned and faced the back part of the elevator. Octane backed up a bit in this small, but still larger than usual elevator. Without warning, he then unleashed a classic and powerful super kick to the back door at a very precise spot. The elevator then began to move, skyrocketing upwards all the way to the roof of the building. Coming to a halt as suddenly as possible, we all were propelled into the air for just a moment before coming back down and regaining a vertical base.
The door opened, and out we stepped onto a large helicopter pad placed upon the roof of The Red House. Octane goes to one of the far sides, a good distance away from the actual landing area of the helicopter pad. It was then that I realized what he was going to. On top of this oddball government building, based on a foghorn, a simple plunger that truly looked like something out of a roadrunner cartoon was placed in a very random location. Octane appeared giddy as a child once I glanced at him, running over to the plunger. Octane leaps into the air before getting to it, landing right next to it and slamming it down just as he hits the ground. The entire building begins to shake slightly as the gigantic foghorn lets out the exact noise of a foghorn throughout the entire town, so loud that it could likely be heard for miles and miles.
From the bowels of the Red House, the helipad opened up and a large bright red version of a black hawk helicopter rose up. Then from a good distance away, I could hear a plane overhead. I glanced up, seeing a fairly simple plane fly near overhead, and something fly out of it. Upon it nearing us, and the opening of the parachute, it became clear it was someone whom had leapt out of the plane. Even more surprising, the plane then crashed into an apparently abandoned building that looked as if it had been crashed into several times. The now evident pilot of that craft hit the ground near the helicopter and rolled to his feet, detaching the parachute and saluting his President. “The Pilot reporting for duty sir.” he said. I turned to Octane, shocked by what all had just transpired.
“You do this every single time you need to go somewhere, don't you?” He giggled, before nodding happily. I let out a surprised, yet expectant sigh as we then boarded the helicopter which 'The Pilot' had situated himself in the cockpit of. We got strapped in and pulled the door closed, as the machine roared to life and got running. “Alamo One” as President Octane had so eloquently named it, the President's personal helicopter, lifted off and departed for San Antonio. Just under an hour and a half later, we had arrived and the helicopter landed in the street just outside of The Alamo. 'The Pilot' stepped out after powering down and opened things up for us.
Kendra, myself, and Octane stepped out and looked out on an incredible site. There stood The Alamo, a great landmark in Texas history. Almost two whole centuries ago, so many men lost their lives here in the Battle of the Alamo during the Texas Revolution. I could smell the blood of the fallen and taste the respect of the living. Octane was right, this is exactly the base of operation you would want for the leading battalion of a war. Given due time, we would use this area to shape and mold the best of the best of the best, sir! With honors. Oh Men in Black. I miss movies. Anyways.
I turned to Octane, as did Kendra, and we began preparations right then and there. “Have all the historical objects and anything capable of being broken been removed?” Octane nodded, replying “All the museum items have been relocated for safekeeping. There is only furniture in there.” I pondered for a moment. “What kind of furniture? Anything remotely modern?” Octane quickly replied, “Well a few of the tables are older, but we've outfitted barracks with modern bunks and everything. As well as the kitchen and shower facilities, so on.” Kendra shook her head, and I practically read her mind as I replied with the exact thoughts she had.
“That won't do. I want any modern conveniences removed. All air-conditioning shut down. The kitchen needs to be stripped down. The fridge should be done away with, and take out any formal preparation areas, ovens, anything. Instead, I want stocks of only MREs. Keep a good water faucet in a few rooms, that'll do us fine. I want old canteens, not well cleaned. They need to cause a metallic taste. I don't care if they might cause sickness or illness. If they do, it'll make our men stronger. I want the most basic cots available, one per soldiers. Which speaking of soldiers, I want exactly two hundred of your finest men, women, and children. Yes, all three. If there's a fifteen year old girl who's a good shot and tough, send her here. If there's some wimp of a man who can't hit the broad side of a barn and has jitters, if you send him here I'll cause a casualty before the war even starts. If they aren't the toughest and most stubborn things you've got, save their lives by keeping them away.”
Octane stood, surprised and amazed. He had expected Warrior and Kendra's newfound powers would be the best secret weapon his new army could acquire. On the contrary, it appeared that the sudden and strong leadership and training plans of Warrior and Kendra could perhaps be an even greater acquisition. Octane was about to reply, before he was cut off by Kendra. “And they are no allowed to bring modern items. Each soldier is allowed only their wallet and what photographs, cards, or emblems of home they can fit in it. If they have one item of significant sentimental value, a necklace, a ring, a keychain, even a single piercing, if they convincingly explain its significant, that one item can come. Other than that, have every soldiers searched. They should arrive in clothes they do not care for. When they arrive, collect the allowed items, have them strip and burn the clothes. Provide them with a standard uniform, following a thorough search, and then send them our way. Only then.”
Warrior saw a gleam in her eye at that moment. A glisten that represented so much in so little a person. At least, little in stature alone. Pride in his daughter swelled up, as his little girl knew just as she was doing. Warrior nodded to her, turned, and nodded to Octane. He thought for a moment, before finally giving his response. “May God have mercy on the poor souls I send your way.” Warrior shook his head, disagreeing with this. “No. May God give them the strength of resilience of a god, or steer them far away from me. Anything other than that, would be the devil's work.” Octane grinned, and turned back and boarded “Alamo One” once again. 'The Pilot' got in position and fired it up, as Mr. President took off and headed back to the capital.
In the meantime, Warrior and Kendra decided to take a much needed day off. For the rest of the day and that night, they simply enjoyed downtown San Antonio. They started by visiting “Ripley's Believe it or Not”, which upon entering they figured out was apparently an '18 and up' only thing. Warrior quickly paid for the ticket and took Kendra in. It seems that once people understand that your thirteen year old daughter and you are head commanders in your country's military force, they are pretty lax on rules. And ticket prices for that matter...or lack thereof.
Following that and some walking around, and simply enjoying the River Walk, they found a good local restaurant for a good dinner to end a good day. Warrior ordered the largest steak they had, well done, whilst Kendra ordered the largest burger they had, well done. Like father like daughter I suppose. After having one of their few good meals in quite some time, Kendra and Warrior headed out and checked into a local hotel which had been booked for them. Found their nice and cozy room, and laid down for possibly the only restful night they would get for a long time. For once the soldiers arrived, this would be far from cozy. The 23rd Sam Houston Battalion is in for a rude awakening. For now though, sweet dreams for Kendra and Warrior.
Upon asking to see our troops, we headed to the elevator in the room with President Octane. Queen Firepower stayed behind to keep things in check whilst we were gone. Upon entering the elevator, Octane asked us to step towards the walls for a moment. We did so, as he turned and faced the back part of the elevator. Octane backed up a bit in this small, but still larger than usual elevator. Without warning, he then unleashed a classic and powerful super kick to the back door at a very precise spot. The elevator then began to move, skyrocketing upwards all the way to the roof of the building. Coming to a halt as suddenly as possible, we all were propelled into the air for just a moment before coming back down and regaining a vertical base.
The door opened, and out we stepped onto a large helicopter pad placed upon the roof of The Red House. Octane goes to one of the far sides, a good distance away from the actual landing area of the helicopter pad. It was then that I realized what he was going to. On top of this oddball government building, based on a foghorn, a simple plunger that truly looked like something out of a roadrunner cartoon was placed in a very random location. Octane appeared giddy as a child once I glanced at him, running over to the plunger. Octane leaps into the air before getting to it, landing right next to it and slamming it down just as he hits the ground. The entire building begins to shake slightly as the gigantic foghorn lets out the exact noise of a foghorn throughout the entire town, so loud that it could likely be heard for miles and miles.
From the bowels of the Red House, the helipad opened up and a large bright red version of a black hawk helicopter rose up. Then from a good distance away, I could hear a plane overhead. I glanced up, seeing a fairly simple plane fly near overhead, and something fly out of it. Upon it nearing us, and the opening of the parachute, it became clear it was someone whom had leapt out of the plane. Even more surprising, the plane then crashed into an apparently abandoned building that looked as if it had been crashed into several times. The now evident pilot of that craft hit the ground near the helicopter and rolled to his feet, detaching the parachute and saluting his President. “The Pilot reporting for duty sir.” he said. I turned to Octane, shocked by what all had just transpired.
“You do this every single time you need to go somewhere, don't you?” He giggled, before nodding happily. I let out a surprised, yet expectant sigh as we then boarded the helicopter which 'The Pilot' had situated himself in the cockpit of. We got strapped in and pulled the door closed, as the machine roared to life and got running. “Alamo One” as President Octane had so eloquently named it, the President's personal helicopter, lifted off and departed for San Antonio. Just under an hour and a half later, we had arrived and the helicopter landed in the street just outside of The Alamo. 'The Pilot' stepped out after powering down and opened things up for us.
Kendra, myself, and Octane stepped out and looked out on an incredible site. There stood The Alamo, a great landmark in Texas history. Almost two whole centuries ago, so many men lost their lives here in the Battle of the Alamo during the Texas Revolution. I could smell the blood of the fallen and taste the respect of the living. Octane was right, this is exactly the base of operation you would want for the leading battalion of a war. Given due time, we would use this area to shape and mold the best of the best of the best, sir! With honors. Oh Men in Black. I miss movies. Anyways.
I turned to Octane, as did Kendra, and we began preparations right then and there. “Have all the historical objects and anything capable of being broken been removed?” Octane nodded, replying “All the museum items have been relocated for safekeeping. There is only furniture in there.” I pondered for a moment. “What kind of furniture? Anything remotely modern?” Octane quickly replied, “Well a few of the tables are older, but we've outfitted barracks with modern bunks and everything. As well as the kitchen and shower facilities, so on.” Kendra shook her head, and I practically read her mind as I replied with the exact thoughts she had.
“That won't do. I want any modern conveniences removed. All air-conditioning shut down. The kitchen needs to be stripped down. The fridge should be done away with, and take out any formal preparation areas, ovens, anything. Instead, I want stocks of only MREs. Keep a good water faucet in a few rooms, that'll do us fine. I want old canteens, not well cleaned. They need to cause a metallic taste. I don't care if they might cause sickness or illness. If they do, it'll make our men stronger. I want the most basic cots available, one per soldiers. Which speaking of soldiers, I want exactly two hundred of your finest men, women, and children. Yes, all three. If there's a fifteen year old girl who's a good shot and tough, send her here. If there's some wimp of a man who can't hit the broad side of a barn and has jitters, if you send him here I'll cause a casualty before the war even starts. If they aren't the toughest and most stubborn things you've got, save their lives by keeping them away.”
Octane stood, surprised and amazed. He had expected Warrior and Kendra's newfound powers would be the best secret weapon his new army could acquire. On the contrary, it appeared that the sudden and strong leadership and training plans of Warrior and Kendra could perhaps be an even greater acquisition. Octane was about to reply, before he was cut off by Kendra. “And they are no allowed to bring modern items. Each soldier is allowed only their wallet and what photographs, cards, or emblems of home they can fit in it. If they have one item of significant sentimental value, a necklace, a ring, a keychain, even a single piercing, if they convincingly explain its significant, that one item can come. Other than that, have every soldiers searched. They should arrive in clothes they do not care for. When they arrive, collect the allowed items, have them strip and burn the clothes. Provide them with a standard uniform, following a thorough search, and then send them our way. Only then.”
Warrior saw a gleam in her eye at that moment. A glisten that represented so much in so little a person. At least, little in stature alone. Pride in his daughter swelled up, as his little girl knew just as she was doing. Warrior nodded to her, turned, and nodded to Octane. He thought for a moment, before finally giving his response. “May God have mercy on the poor souls I send your way.” Warrior shook his head, disagreeing with this. “No. May God give them the strength of resilience of a god, or steer them far away from me. Anything other than that, would be the devil's work.” Octane grinned, and turned back and boarded “Alamo One” once again. 'The Pilot' got in position and fired it up, as Mr. President took off and headed back to the capital.
In the meantime, Warrior and Kendra decided to take a much needed day off. For the rest of the day and that night, they simply enjoyed downtown San Antonio. They started by visiting “Ripley's Believe it or Not”, which upon entering they figured out was apparently an '18 and up' only thing. Warrior quickly paid for the ticket and took Kendra in. It seems that once people understand that your thirteen year old daughter and you are head commanders in your country's military force, they are pretty lax on rules. And ticket prices for that matter...or lack thereof.
Following that and some walking around, and simply enjoying the River Walk, they found a good local restaurant for a good dinner to end a good day. Warrior ordered the largest steak they had, well done, whilst Kendra ordered the largest burger they had, well done. Like father like daughter I suppose. After having one of their few good meals in quite some time, Kendra and Warrior headed out and checked into a local hotel which had been booked for them. Found their nice and cozy room, and laid down for possibly the only restful night they would get for a long time. For once the soldiers arrived, this would be far from cozy. The 23rd Sam Houston Battalion is in for a rude awakening. For now though, sweet dreams for Kendra and Warrior.
