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27-03-2010, 05:21 PM | Post: #1
MetroidDread 
My story, Futile War. The prize-winning prequel can be found here. It is recommended you read it, especially before you get to the ongoing Part 2: Retribution. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it Smile

Part 1: The Mission
The assassins stood side by side, a small elite squad who had faced numerous skirmishes to get to their destination; a place simply known as “The Mansion”. It was rumoured to be the location of the highest ranked officer of the National Army; General Shadeshooter, a man who’s anger and ruthlessness knew no bounds. These assassins, the KCA, were there to kill him.

These six men were the best the Royals had to offer, the last hope of winning the war, and saving the world from certain destruction. Their leader, “Eagle”, had eyes keener than his namesake and a blade that had taken the lives of more Nationals than any other commando of the Royal Army. Eagerly following were his squad; Thorn, Cesar, Bama, Hugo and Buzao, each with their own skills to ensure a successful mission.

They faced an extraordinary task, with the Elite Guard surrounding the Mansion and the nearby area, armed to the teeth with the latest weapons; heavy machineguns, rifles and explosives, all designed to protect the one man bringing devastation across the land. Snipers lined the cliffs and all of the surrounding roads were blockaded, with planes flying overhead and jeeps regularly patrolling the area. The heroes faced a difficult mission and they knew it...

The plain they stood before was known as “The Desert”, a barren strip of land leading towards the bay. The earth had been scorched by uncountable bombardments, a sign of the conflict that had been brought to an area that was once so peaceful. This was a familiar sight to the soldiers, and to the many civilians whose lives had been dramatically altered.

Their first goal was to cross The Desert. Although it seemed to be empty and desolate, the trained eye could spot the telltale signs that the enemy were there. A small wire here, the slight beeping sound that was faint even in the eerie silence, the squad carefully made their route through the minefield. A single wrong step would spell game over for them. Safely, they made it to a tree, a brief respite from the relentless sun, at the end of the plain.

They took this moment to rest, for they would need their strength for what lay ahead. The leader reflected on his orders he had received form Headquarters. Then, in the corner of his eye, Eagle noticed a small red dot travelling along his outfit, moving upwards towards his head. A sniper was aiming for him. Whistling softly, the leader looked over on the direction that the laser was coming from, and very nonchalantly waved at his enemy. Puzzled, the sniper hesitated for a brief moment, but that was all they needed; Eagle’s squad converged on him, and the threat was no more. The first blood of their campaign had been spilt, and it would not be the last...

Further on, past the barren Desert, there was a town, so old that its name had been forgotten by even its residents, though they were long gone. Instead of the usual sounds of life, the town had succumbed to the effects of war. The streets were silent, save from the occasional footsteps of soldiers as they marched by. The town was a shadow of its former self. However, it was still there; one of the many barriers between the squad and the target. The National flag flew high in the courtyard and creeping along the rooftops, the Royals looked down at it with contempt.

A soldier had fallen asleep at his post, slumped against the wall, an empty mug of beer clutched in his hand. In the silence, his light breathing sounded like violent snoring. Creeping along, the men reached the last houses, and on the other side of the last roof was a sheer drop, all the way down to the road below. One by one, they climbed down the rope, crossed the road, and waited, hiding in the shadows. The last of the squad, Hugo, was about to descend when one of the roof tiles came free beneath his foot. Sliding over the edge, it smashed upon the concrete below. Disrupting the silence, the noise echoed in the streets. Alarmed, the soldier awoke and, spotting the surprised Royal above, yelled aloud.

The National forces appeared from every building, responding to the alert. Trapped, Hugo had no choice but to surrender. Down below in the shadows of the roadside, his fellow commandos could do nothing but watch. Reluctantly, they turned around and entered the valley, leaving Hugo at the mercy of the Nationals....

Hugo could not be rescued; the elite guard were too many, and the KCA too few. And anyway, they had a mission to complete. The group, now one fewer, moved into the most dangerous area yet; a narrow valley, cutting between two steep cliffs that were lined with the best marksmen in all the land. It was claimed that they could hear every sound, see every detail, and unlike their soldier counterparts, the snipers were alert and professional. It was rumoured that the General himself had once been part of their ranks.

Intel had suggested that there were five snipers along this region of the cliff, the same number of KCA at this stage of the mission. Eagle adapted his plan quickly. The best way to attack would be the age-old element of surprise. Equipped with the latest technology from Royal HQ, they climbed the cliff face, as invisible as the light breeze blowing through the air.

Sure enough, there they were; five young men, each one intently scanning the ground below. They had been for hours and would have continued to do so, if not for the knives twisted into their backs, or drawn across their throats. There was a small sigh of relief throughout the group; their greatest threat so far had been dispatched with minimal effort.

Their sense of relief was short-lived. There was a whistling sound through the air and a dull thud. Bama fell to floor, followed by the rest of the squad until only Buzao and Eagle were left standing. There was a hot searing pain across Eagle’s leg, a sense of falling, and then....nothing...
Consciousness was gradual, and the pain present was overwhelming. Eagle’s vision was blurred, yet he made out the outline of two men. His hearing was distorted, not quite making out the words. Then the darkness came again, and the pain died away...

When next he came to, the pain had gone, he was warm and comfortable. Instead of the hard ground beneath him, there were sheets. There was still a dull feeling in his leg; one that even over time, he was certain would not fade. As Eagle’s vision sharpened, he realised he was in a large room, warm and cosy, with a fireplace and a fire that gave the room a pleasant glow.

The main feature of the room was its other occupant; Hugo, the one man who had not been present on the cliff. He was grimacing as if uncomfortable at looking at his leader, yet there was one thing that Eagle couldn’t believe. Perhaps he was hallucinating? Perhaps his condition was causing his mind to play tricks on him? Whether it was true or not, the man sitting across the room was wearing the outfit of a lieutenant of the National Army.

Several days and several nights passed, and gradually Eagle began to realise that he was of sound mind. On the fifth evening, an officer came to his room, bearing the news that he was to speak to the General. His Royal uniform was returned, and although his rifle and knife were gone, they had failed to notice a small blade that had been stitched into the inside of the sleeve. Eagle was then escorted through a series of winding corridors, before stopping at an impressive solid oak door. The officer knocked, and then leading the Royal, entered the hall.

The General was a tall man, wearing a simple uniform that most men on the front line would wear. He was young, yet the burden of responsibility had aged him, and as he looked up from his map, a long, thin scar that ran across his left cheek and across his eye was visible. Shade wore a plain belt upon which was a holster and a scabbard, both containing weapons. He then looked down at the map and continued studying it. Eagle wandered over to the table, exchanging a brief glance with his enemy. Looking down, he recognised the region shown on the map. It was that of the village, nicknamed “Camp Victory”, and the main base of operations for the Royal Army. Eagle was staring at plans to attack his comrades.

Edging along the table, as if to get a different perspective, he unpicked the threads concealing the blade. In one swift motion, Eagle moved behind the General and held the slender blade to the man’s throat. He could end the war here and now. All it would take would be one smooth cut, and that would be it. The door burst open at that very moment, and stepping through it were the familiar faces of his squad. They had no accompanying guards and they made a start towards him as if to protect the National leader. In disbelief, Eagle dropped the blade. One traitor had been a surprise but Eagle stared in disbelief at his Royal Squad, that all wore the uniform of the National Army.

At first he experienced disbelief, yet as Eagle came to terms with the situation, this changed to anger. How dare they betray the Royal Army! They had seen the photos, read the accounts, heard the stories of the atrocities that had been occurred. They had signed up for this mission; they had sworn an oath that as long as there was breath in their bodies, they would continue. However, they were in the same room as the target, and not a single one made a move.

It was then that the target nodded at the squad who then surrounded the table. A folder was opened, entitled “War Crimes”. The following minutes were a blur for Eagle. Shade, with the assistance if the squad, explained the truth behind the war; of the events at the beginning, of the Royals’ actions and most importantly, Goodman.

The evidence was compelling, and could not be denied. His thoughts were scattered. Eagle had spent his life to defeating evil, but now his perception had been dramatically altered. Those once his allies were now revealed, and those whom had been his enemies were simply struggling to survive. The confusion was clearing, though the anger remained. Goodman would pay, Eagle would make sure of this personally.


Part 2: Retribution
They stood alone in the town, the only sound the wind breathing slowly along the road. The night sky was clear and the moon and the stars were so bright that it was like daylight. The full moon created an eerie light, bouncing off the stone walls and projecting large shadows that appeared to have a life of their own. The town was deserted, apart from the men; the KCA.

There had been no people for a long time; the town was now Nature’s. There were weeds in gardens that had been carefully tended to, cracks appeared in the paths and the houses were falling apart. This place had been a large and important trading town, but then Goodman’s men appeared.
The town had been supplying nearby villages with food and water after a particularly harsh harvest. Many of the nearby villages had been too poor to survive alone. The mayor complained to the Royal leader, asking for support. That was enough to seal the fate of the people. Many were killed, and survivors fled to National areas, scarred emotionally by the vicious attack.

Goodman was ruthless, yet when Eagle confronted Shadeshooter in the mansion, he had been in disbelief. Only by coming to one of the many scenes of atrocity could he accept that a man he had aspired to was a tyrant. Determined, Eagle vowed that Goodman would suffer, just as the townspeople had, so that the world would be free of such horrors....

Unbeknownst to Eagle, he was being watched by someone. This person stood in the shadows, watching the leader with unease. Why was he here, in the old ruined town? The hidden man put a hand on the hilt of his knife. But then more men came into view, and the man hesitated, knowing that revealing his presence now would be suicide. So he withdrew back to the shadows...

The leader was lost in his thoughts. This town was so similar to the one he had grown up in, and had met a similar end. The breeze was picking up, a high pitched whistle that chilled his spine. There had been too much suffering in this war; a petty war. Thorn put his hand on the leader’s shoulder, a reassuring grip. There was still hope of ending this war.

There were 6 men in all, two pairs in conversation with each other, one man trying to light a cigarette but to no avail. The wind kept putting it out, even when he cupped his hand around it. The sixth man...was no-where to be seen! A hand was placed on his mouth and a gentle “shushing” noise was made. Instinctively, he drew his knife and plunged it backwards, where it met the soft flesh of the sentry behind, who then cried out...


The shout of pain permeated the silence of the ruins, echoing and bouncing off the stone. The squad leapt to the assistance of their ally. Yet when they came to edge of the clearing, where the line of trees began, the KCA realised that they were too late; Bama was sprawled out on is back. A pool of blood spilled out across the ground, staining the slightly brown grass a deep shade of red. Bama’s skin was already turning a chalky white and his eyes were beginning to glaze over. Eagle knelt down to his friend, knowing nothing could be done to help the man who was like a brother to him. Eagle was just able to hear the last words as Bama struggled to breathe. And then, with one last gasp, Bama’s body shuddered and he was no more. Their new campaign had barely begun and already their number had been reduced.

They spread out in every direction, alert and efficient, hunting for the person who had killed their own. Even with their experience, they were unsuccessful. Returning to the site, they built a pyre, and as he watched the flames wrap around and then consume the body, Eagle knew that the person was long gone. Dismayed, they continued on their path towards the Royal Britannia kingdom, one eye on the road, one on the surroundings, wary of every noise.

His suspicions were confirmed. Before he had fled, the man had been able to get a clear a view of the leader. It was Eagle; the man whom he had once known, and had also ruined his life. Such a coincidence to find him again. He wouldn’t squander the opportunity, Eagle would die this time. The very thought of it excited Erin. His thirst for blood needed to be quenched, who better than his former friend?

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27-03-2010, 05:28 PM | Post: #2
SufferBaron 
NICE MET!

I'm happy to see you've joined me here in the war stories section, although I will miss looking at your sig shop examples Sad

Big Grin So I'm writing a story about Delta, your writing one about KCA Smile

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P.S. You'll find the writers community very friendly, most are american though, which means I don't see them all that often Sad

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27-03-2010, 05:54 PM | Post: #3
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Vey nice job! And I see Matrix has beaten me to the punch! Yes, the writers here are very friendly and supportive.
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27-03-2010, 06:03 PM | Post: #4
MetroidDread 
Thank you very much guys Smile

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27-03-2010, 06:18 PM | Post: #5
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Anything for you Metrix Big Grin

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27-03-2010, 06:22 PM | Post: #6
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lol matrix.......that was clever.....'metrix'.......Wink

on topic: i like the story met Smile nice to see im in it Tongue

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27-03-2010, 08:26 PM | Post: #7
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XD HEY! Your in mine too Sad

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28-03-2010, 10:16 AM | Post: #8
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yeah - but i have already commented on yours Big Grin

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28-03-2010, 06:37 PM | Post: #9
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Stfu Rosey XD

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28-03-2010, 07:00 PM | Post: #10
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stop spamming mets story Tongue

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28-03-2010, 07:49 PM | Post: #11
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Very interesting looking story. I'll look forward to reading it.
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28-03-2010, 09:38 PM | Post: #12
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Good start to the story, I'll be watching for chapter 2. Smile

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29-03-2010, 05:47 PM | Post: #13
jamesroberts221 
Hey Metroid, good story. Check mine out, and Suffer's.

We should team up or someat.

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30-03-2010, 08:31 PM | Post: #14
MetroidDread 
Okay I have almost done the second chapter.

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31-03-2010, 08:26 AM | Post: #15
MetroidDread 
Second Chapter Done!

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31-03-2010, 10:17 PM | Post: #16
DogieDude1234 
very good chapter 2, great descriptive writing. Keep it up Smile

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31-03-2010, 10:31 PM | Post: #17
Zeroed 
Very nice indeed.......

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01-04-2010, 02:43 AM | Post: #18
Lucas1705 
when will the evil buzon appear im curious
btw nice story bro Smile

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01-04-2010, 05:55 AM | Post: #19
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VERY INTRESTING Big Grin
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01-04-2010, 06:17 AM | Post: #20
Lipbalm 
you know how to tell a story mate, very good
only thing that would make this better is a crazed captain named Lipbalm, he would be a tough enemy the team would have to overcome ahaha. his name could be a nickname given to him because of his obsessive nature over lipbalm haha.

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