Post by Commissioner Warrior™ on Nov 19, 2010 0:02:50 GMT -5
Four soldiers remained. I had my army. Upon the waking of the next morning, they each arrived promptly and early. They were all in uniform, and ready to get down to work. Things had not changed a bit for them, there simply were less people around. “Please relax, each of you. The testing is over. If you die now, you die in battle.” They grinned and let out a well-deserving sigh of relief. “I can only offer you so much time, currently “Alamo One” is on its way here. Our mission begins today. What I can do though, is give each of you proper uniforms and allow us all some time to relax and get to know each other. First, please follow us inside to the last uniform you shall ever wear.” I motioned to them, each of them appearing proud of the position they have worked so hard to earn.
I had them follow around in an odd pattern, and then we entered The Alamo right through the front doors. I swung them open and before us laid a large and grand table. Carved from solid maple wood, the ornate but strong piece was not covered in paperwork or plates. Instead, it had only four things on it at all. Four tailor-made uniforms, catered perfectly to my four soldiers. They stepped forward, each approaching their own uniforms as if hearing the clothes call to them. They were more than clothes though, truly. “I say that this is the last uniform you will ever wear for a few reasons. One being that once you wear this, nothing else will ever seem right. And two, because our mission begins immediately and ends in one of two ways. Either you will succeed, and you will never have a need to wear this again. Or you will die in the line of duty and be buried in this uniform.”
Here's the part where all those soldiers who were weened out would have gotten squeamish. They would have cringed upon that notion. Feared for their lives in battle. And when push came to shove, they would've done two things in battle. Died cowards, and brought a good man down with them. I have saved us by killing those who would have died anyways. So many would fear my methods, call me a madman. Insane with power is what they'd think I am. No, I am but a visionary. A prophet of a new era. This is a new world, a new age. War is a different game now. A game for which I am poised to conquer for years on end. This is only the beginning.
They stood, holding their newly revealed uniforms. The uniform pants were solid black, dark as the night for optimal stealth. Adorned with as many useful pockets and places to hook things as you would expect in such an item. Classic military grade boots, solid and necessary. The main jacket was also black, optimized for stealth and any other opportunities that benefit from it. It seemed simple, but a few distinct things identified it. The first, on the inside of the jacket was embroidered a small Texas Flag. Only we needed to be aware of it. Hold your country close, but efficiency and effectiveness are the highest priority. Secondly, the shirt under the uniform was my own signature touch, bright orange. Lastly, the dark gray emblem of the newly dubbed “Alamo Battalion” adorned the front of it. Dark enough to blend easily and not stick out, but enough for anyone who knows to look for it to see.
“So let's start with simple introductions. First you, young lady.” I motioned to the eight year old girl, allowing her to be the first to go. Tiny, but obviously tough. I never expected that there was anyone, other than my Kendra of course, who at an age like that as a young girl could handle what I intended to put them through. This little one proved me wrong. “Crystal, sir.” I nodded, then asking her simple questions. “Do you have any hobbies? Something you enjoy?” She appeared to get a bit shy, but answered still. “Not really, sir. Most of what I used to do was get bored with school and be fascinated by guns. This is the perfect place for me.” Kendra grinned, nodding to me. “Well who's next. How about you?”
Our introductions proceeded, simple and uneventful. It seemed that none of my soldiers had much interesting about them. Aside from an innate toughness and desire to serve, coupled with an affinity for guns. Then again, what more could I ask for? Completely undistracted soldiers focused on completing our mission. Exactly what I need for an undertaking like this. The teenage boy, Jason. The woman in her twenties, Tabatha. The man in his thirties, Chip. And of course Crystal, the eight year old child. These four, with Kendra and myself leading them. We are the “Alamo Battalion.” And we are going to conquer Mexico and acquire it for Texas. Today.
After a bit of talking, our helicopter touched down. “Chip, you were a pilot in the Air Force, correct?” He appeared a bit thrown off, but nodded to confirm this. “So you could fly that black hawk?” He grinned, obviously thrilled to be able to. It is how pilots are. It touched down, the pilot exiting. “Please call Octane if you need assistance in getting back, your services are no longer needed.” I pushed the pilot out of the way, and all six of us entered the helicopter. Our new uniforms adorned, Chip at pilot, myself at co-pilot, we were off. The trip itself was uneventful, and we quickly arrived in our landing point.
After a quick landing in a fairly remote area, we sabotaged the helicopter and left a literal ticking time bomb for anyone who happened to find it. We brought major weaponry, both of the stealthy and powerful variety. Should our stealth falter, we are going to have to fight back using brute force. In that case, we have one secret weapon. We could use it, but I'd rather save it as a last resort. If we absolutely have to, Kendra is bringing along a large hunting knife. She will speed through an area cutting throats should we get into a predicament. It's not clean, but it works. I aim to avoid that though. I have no desire to spill innocent blood.
We slipped in under the cover of night. Many in the past have attempted assassinations in broad daylight, I still believe this to be one of the least intelligent approaches. First of all, very little can truly be accomplished through sheer assassination, I consider it a last resort. Secondly, to do so in broad daylight means you're just seeking attention. I desire no attention. I simply wish to complete my mission, however I need to. We are drawing nearing the location of Felipe Calderon, the current 'El Presidente'. We have a few ways in, and we are going to use each of them. It was time to split, I nodded to Kendra and we separated into two strike squads. The first consisted of myself, Tabatha, and Chip. Kendra took Crystal and Jason with her.
My team headed in through a building side entrance. We were simply too good. Things were too easy for us. Chip and Tabatha eliminated the few guards who caught a slight glimpse of us on the way in, a regret of mine. We made it in fairly easily, making it to El Presidente's sleeping quarters only moments later. We of course had been beaten there, Kendra's team had slipped in through the vent system without any notice at all. I entered the room to find Kendra with a silencer to the inside of El Presidente's cheek and Crystal with a knife to the throat of his beloved wife. “I sincerely apologize El Presidente, but this was the safest way for my daughter to handle you until I arrived. I must go over a few preliminary things before she can leave you two comfortable though.”
“I hope you do understand my position her, I just can't take chances. We are negotiators, per se, from the newly recreated Republic of Texas. I am here to negotiate the surrendering of Mexico's lands to Texas. I have no desire to kill you or your lovely wife. I would be simply ecstatic if we could come to an agreement and get going without any spilled blood.” Before I could finish, El Presidente spouted back. “I will make no agreements to you terrorists! Mexico is my country, and we will not be consumed like some conquered territory by Tejas!” I shook my head. “I was afraid you'd say that. Again El Presidente, I do apologize dearly. I did not want this.
Kendra delivered a swift shot to the head and Crystal drove her knife into the skull of his wife. It was not meant to be violent, but to kill her instantaneously with the least amount of pain. I heard some guards coming, and we went for Plan B. What proceeded from there was violent but precise. Kendra sped ahead of us, cutting throats of any guard or official she saw. It gave the rest of us a clean exit as we headed back towards the helicopter. During our time back, Kendra proceeded to the other government buildings within Mexico City and eliminated government officials one by one. We had gone over the home dwellings of them as well, in case it came to this. She was swift and murderous.
We arrived at the helicopter and Kendra met us there only a minute later. She was coated in blood, but smiling. She had single-handedly eliminated the entire Mexican government in one night. We arrived in Houston that night while it was still dark outside. I informed President Octane of how things had gone. He was regretful that it had to come to that, but was also very proud and thankful of the work we had done. The next morning he sent soldiers into Mexico to finish things, and only days after started claiming the government buildings as those of Texas. Elections were swiftly cast and other positions appointed by Octane himself. In a mere month the infrastructure had been handled. Yet we conquered Mexico in a day.
A part of me hoped and prayed that things would settle down after this, but that was far from what I got. No, Hi Octane had many more plans for the Republic of Texas, and in turn many more plans for Kendra and I. Our four soldiers were dismissed and became the four highest ranking officers in the Texas Armed Forces. They each hand picked their posts and quickly excelled in them afterwards. President Octane saw the acquisition of Mexico as perfect, but decided that in reality we needed to take parts of the United States, or at least what is currently left of parts of the United States. And to do so, he'd need us to acquire a bargaining chip big enough for this kind of situation. Remember the anti-matter created by the Large Hadron Collider that started this whole mess? Well they built a second one. We're headed there now.
I had them follow around in an odd pattern, and then we entered The Alamo right through the front doors. I swung them open and before us laid a large and grand table. Carved from solid maple wood, the ornate but strong piece was not covered in paperwork or plates. Instead, it had only four things on it at all. Four tailor-made uniforms, catered perfectly to my four soldiers. They stepped forward, each approaching their own uniforms as if hearing the clothes call to them. They were more than clothes though, truly. “I say that this is the last uniform you will ever wear for a few reasons. One being that once you wear this, nothing else will ever seem right. And two, because our mission begins immediately and ends in one of two ways. Either you will succeed, and you will never have a need to wear this again. Or you will die in the line of duty and be buried in this uniform.”
Here's the part where all those soldiers who were weened out would have gotten squeamish. They would have cringed upon that notion. Feared for their lives in battle. And when push came to shove, they would've done two things in battle. Died cowards, and brought a good man down with them. I have saved us by killing those who would have died anyways. So many would fear my methods, call me a madman. Insane with power is what they'd think I am. No, I am but a visionary. A prophet of a new era. This is a new world, a new age. War is a different game now. A game for which I am poised to conquer for years on end. This is only the beginning.
They stood, holding their newly revealed uniforms. The uniform pants were solid black, dark as the night for optimal stealth. Adorned with as many useful pockets and places to hook things as you would expect in such an item. Classic military grade boots, solid and necessary. The main jacket was also black, optimized for stealth and any other opportunities that benefit from it. It seemed simple, but a few distinct things identified it. The first, on the inside of the jacket was embroidered a small Texas Flag. Only we needed to be aware of it. Hold your country close, but efficiency and effectiveness are the highest priority. Secondly, the shirt under the uniform was my own signature touch, bright orange. Lastly, the dark gray emblem of the newly dubbed “Alamo Battalion” adorned the front of it. Dark enough to blend easily and not stick out, but enough for anyone who knows to look for it to see.
“So let's start with simple introductions. First you, young lady.” I motioned to the eight year old girl, allowing her to be the first to go. Tiny, but obviously tough. I never expected that there was anyone, other than my Kendra of course, who at an age like that as a young girl could handle what I intended to put them through. This little one proved me wrong. “Crystal, sir.” I nodded, then asking her simple questions. “Do you have any hobbies? Something you enjoy?” She appeared to get a bit shy, but answered still. “Not really, sir. Most of what I used to do was get bored with school and be fascinated by guns. This is the perfect place for me.” Kendra grinned, nodding to me. “Well who's next. How about you?”
Our introductions proceeded, simple and uneventful. It seemed that none of my soldiers had much interesting about them. Aside from an innate toughness and desire to serve, coupled with an affinity for guns. Then again, what more could I ask for? Completely undistracted soldiers focused on completing our mission. Exactly what I need for an undertaking like this. The teenage boy, Jason. The woman in her twenties, Tabatha. The man in his thirties, Chip. And of course Crystal, the eight year old child. These four, with Kendra and myself leading them. We are the “Alamo Battalion.” And we are going to conquer Mexico and acquire it for Texas. Today.
After a bit of talking, our helicopter touched down. “Chip, you were a pilot in the Air Force, correct?” He appeared a bit thrown off, but nodded to confirm this. “So you could fly that black hawk?” He grinned, obviously thrilled to be able to. It is how pilots are. It touched down, the pilot exiting. “Please call Octane if you need assistance in getting back, your services are no longer needed.” I pushed the pilot out of the way, and all six of us entered the helicopter. Our new uniforms adorned, Chip at pilot, myself at co-pilot, we were off. The trip itself was uneventful, and we quickly arrived in our landing point.
After a quick landing in a fairly remote area, we sabotaged the helicopter and left a literal ticking time bomb for anyone who happened to find it. We brought major weaponry, both of the stealthy and powerful variety. Should our stealth falter, we are going to have to fight back using brute force. In that case, we have one secret weapon. We could use it, but I'd rather save it as a last resort. If we absolutely have to, Kendra is bringing along a large hunting knife. She will speed through an area cutting throats should we get into a predicament. It's not clean, but it works. I aim to avoid that though. I have no desire to spill innocent blood.
We slipped in under the cover of night. Many in the past have attempted assassinations in broad daylight, I still believe this to be one of the least intelligent approaches. First of all, very little can truly be accomplished through sheer assassination, I consider it a last resort. Secondly, to do so in broad daylight means you're just seeking attention. I desire no attention. I simply wish to complete my mission, however I need to. We are drawing nearing the location of Felipe Calderon, the current 'El Presidente'. We have a few ways in, and we are going to use each of them. It was time to split, I nodded to Kendra and we separated into two strike squads. The first consisted of myself, Tabatha, and Chip. Kendra took Crystal and Jason with her.
My team headed in through a building side entrance. We were simply too good. Things were too easy for us. Chip and Tabatha eliminated the few guards who caught a slight glimpse of us on the way in, a regret of mine. We made it in fairly easily, making it to El Presidente's sleeping quarters only moments later. We of course had been beaten there, Kendra's team had slipped in through the vent system without any notice at all. I entered the room to find Kendra with a silencer to the inside of El Presidente's cheek and Crystal with a knife to the throat of his beloved wife. “I sincerely apologize El Presidente, but this was the safest way for my daughter to handle you until I arrived. I must go over a few preliminary things before she can leave you two comfortable though.”
“I hope you do understand my position her, I just can't take chances. We are negotiators, per se, from the newly recreated Republic of Texas. I am here to negotiate the surrendering of Mexico's lands to Texas. I have no desire to kill you or your lovely wife. I would be simply ecstatic if we could come to an agreement and get going without any spilled blood.” Before I could finish, El Presidente spouted back. “I will make no agreements to you terrorists! Mexico is my country, and we will not be consumed like some conquered territory by Tejas!” I shook my head. “I was afraid you'd say that. Again El Presidente, I do apologize dearly. I did not want this.
Kendra delivered a swift shot to the head and Crystal drove her knife into the skull of his wife. It was not meant to be violent, but to kill her instantaneously with the least amount of pain. I heard some guards coming, and we went for Plan B. What proceeded from there was violent but precise. Kendra sped ahead of us, cutting throats of any guard or official she saw. It gave the rest of us a clean exit as we headed back towards the helicopter. During our time back, Kendra proceeded to the other government buildings within Mexico City and eliminated government officials one by one. We had gone over the home dwellings of them as well, in case it came to this. She was swift and murderous.
We arrived at the helicopter and Kendra met us there only a minute later. She was coated in blood, but smiling. She had single-handedly eliminated the entire Mexican government in one night. We arrived in Houston that night while it was still dark outside. I informed President Octane of how things had gone. He was regretful that it had to come to that, but was also very proud and thankful of the work we had done. The next morning he sent soldiers into Mexico to finish things, and only days after started claiming the government buildings as those of Texas. Elections were swiftly cast and other positions appointed by Octane himself. In a mere month the infrastructure had been handled. Yet we conquered Mexico in a day.
A part of me hoped and prayed that things would settle down after this, but that was far from what I got. No, Hi Octane had many more plans for the Republic of Texas, and in turn many more plans for Kendra and I. Our four soldiers were dismissed and became the four highest ranking officers in the Texas Armed Forces. They each hand picked their posts and quickly excelled in them afterwards. President Octane saw the acquisition of Mexico as perfect, but decided that in reality we needed to take parts of the United States, or at least what is currently left of parts of the United States. And to do so, he'd need us to acquire a bargaining chip big enough for this kind of situation. Remember the anti-matter created by the Large Hadron Collider that started this whole mess? Well they built a second one. We're headed there now.
