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Post by flippmoke on Nov 12, 2009 17:05:44 GMT -5
UC 0079.09.15
The trail of the walking wounded from the 42nd Brigade slowed the movement of the Zeon forces more then they would have liked, but even so most of the guards did not try to force a faster pace. Even they had sympathy for the few remaining men of the brigade that looked as if they had lost their will to live. Most of them were dragging their feet in the sand as they walked leaving a streaked path across the desert sand occasionally met by the splatter of blood from the unlucky few who's wounds bled over their cracking dry skin.
Melissa who was the constant source of reassurance for the men over the past few days even began to doubt herself, as her blood stained hands felt like sand paper as she ran them through her hair attempting to pull it back from her face. Her heart ripped out at the thought her dead son, made her too drift to the thought of her child, who she was worried would be orphaned soon. She would have cried if there were any water left in her dehydrated body as they marched across the desert.
Her thoughts of her son soon passed however, as Jeff Davis fell in front of her, his body falling to the floor of the desert with a definig thud causing that resonated amongst all the men. As he fell, the wound on his neck where he had been shot opened up spilling blood all over the desert. Melissa dived into action, ripping off a scarf that had been wrapped around her neck to keep the sun off.
"Mike help me!" screamed Melissa as she wrapped the scarf around the neck of Jeff desperately trying to stop the bleeding once again.
Mike began to move forward but the rifle of a Zeon trooper was shoved in his path stopping him in his tracks.
"Let him go! He is going to die," screamed Melissa kneeling over the body of Jeff.
The Zeon guard simply shook his head as another came behind Melissa pulling her away from the dying body of the Private.
"NOOO!" screamed Melissa as she kicked her way free running back to the body of Jeff. The zeon gaurd holding her back had dealt with her long enough in his eyes and used the butt of his rifle to hit Melissa in the back of the head. She fell limp over the body of Jeff. Before the Zeon guard could do anything else two men, Kyle Webb and Andrew Young were standing in front of their Princess.
The Zeon trooper decided he didn't need to press the issue any further, and simply said, "Pick her up, leave him."
Kyle nodded regretfully as he picked up the limp body of Melissa with a grunt, as Andrew knelled down next to Jeff as he breathed his last few breathes, where upon Andrew closed the eyes of his friend and comrade. The snap of the dog tags being removed from Jeff's body by Andrew was heard through by every one of the prisoners, each wondering if it was going to be them next.
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Post by Chris on Nov 17, 2009 19:57:27 GMT -5
The trail of prisoners snaked through the African savanna as the Zeon troops prodded them along. The sun had begun to set, giving a brief reprieve from the glaring heat, as the winds started to increase. The fatigued Federation personnel looked around in confusion as their guards brought them to a halt. “Wh-w-what’s going on?” Melissa asked groggily as she came to, shaking off the hit to her head.
“I’m not sure… they’re coming to a stop, something must be wrong.” Kyle whispered to the young girl. The next thing they knew, they were being forced to the ground; the guards yelling and screaming for them to sit still. As Melissa touched her head to the ground, the escalating winds whipped into a frenzy as a Duchy aircraft landed several hundred feet away.
The young girl covered her eyes from all the sand and dust, but she heard dozens of footsteps as the Gaw unloaded. The area was suddenly over run by a squad of men dressed in black, their eyes glowing against the fading light of the sun. From the middle of the group stepped a man in a long black coat, walking right up to the lead guardsmen. The captives could feel the tension in the air as the Panzergrenadier squad stared down their captors; the Duchy troops seemed to almost cower.
“We are here for the girl…” The Schutzstaffel officer’s gloved hand pointed to Melissa as a smirk crept across his otherwise, emotionless face. A pair of the Schutzstaffel troopers grabbed her up violently and dragged her away from the group of Federation survivors.
“No!” Kyle made it to his knee before getting knocked back down by a near by Panzergrenadier. His red eyes seemed to pierce the man’s back as the ominous soldier carried his gaze over the line. Any captive that had an inkling of bravery had it quickly evaporate under his gaze.
Once Melissa was secured upon the Gaw, the remaining black troopers retreated into the aircraft just as quickly as they had appeared. Content that his orders had been complete, the Untersharfuhrer thrust his hand into the air. “Sieg Zeon!” And with that he turned around, and marched to his plane.
“Take us to Manila…” The man grinned as he laid his head against the back of his seat.
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Post by flippmoke on Nov 19, 2009 10:16:38 GMT -5
UC 0079.09.17
The taking of Melissa had left the few remaining men of the 1st Reconnaissance Platoon of the 42nd Brigade in total shock, as if they had lost all their energy to live. The past day they continued their struggle across the desert and Kyle knew quite well where they were headed.
Alexandria, where we will be tortured then killed, thought Kyle Webb as he sighed looking at the men around them. The will to escape seemed almost non-existent.
They had stopped in a small village on the southern end of the Nile where they would be sent by boat the remainder of the way to the massive Zeon fortification. Their Zeon guards had dwindled from almost twenty to now only five. One had been with them the entire time and somehow took joy in the struggles of the men.
"Look," said Zeon soldiers who took joy in his struggles in a harsh tone as he kicked Kyle in the back as they were passing through the village. Kyle fell like a sack of potatoes to the road in front of him, his face slamming into the ground.
"Your bitch of a Queen is dead too," said the Zeon soldier with a laugh as he taunted Kyle.
The entire unit came to a stop in front of a small tv that was playing inside the window of a store, where the news of the death of Queen Margerthe the Third was the biggest story. It was the final straw for most of the unit and most of them stood in shock, unable to even comprehend how such a terrible event could have taken place.
"Guess you bastards don't have a Queen anymore." said the soldier taunting Kyle one more time.
It struck Kyle wave, and just like that day back at RF-1 some sort of instict kicked on with in him. It all came to like a clear message. Everything went silent to Kyle, the noise from the TV inside disappeared as if it was turned off. The thumping of his heart was gone, as was the dust kicking up against his face. Kyle knew his lips were moving, but he could not hear them either.
"I do have a Queen you son of a bitch," said Kyle as he pushed his body back towards the guard, sliding his legs between the legs of the shocked Zeon soldier. Before the guard could even react Kyle's legs where turning sending the soldier falling like a tree to the road below.
Rolling upwards kyle dived towards the now prone soldier, pulling the K-bar knife from the soldier's boot and with one clean motion the knife was sliding through the throat of the Zeon soldier.
As it slid through the throat of the soldier all the sounds around him began to return, and Kyle suddenly realized what he had done. Taking one deep breath before he knew he was to be shot.
I have failed you, thought Kyle as he slumped his head forward slightly as he heard the first shot go off.
Releasing his breath kyle expect to find a rifle round running through his chest, rather he heard a clamoring behind him as the rest of the 1st Platoon was fighting their captors. Nathan Liles was on top of one of the guards punching him in the face, while one guard was aiming to fire at him.
"Nathan!" screamed at Kyle as he saw what was about to occur, but David Allen had already noticed and was moving to tackle the guard. As the shoulder of David struck the guard the round was fired. It hit Nathan in the shoulder sending him slumping forward. Kyle rose to his feet and kicked the guard in the head with his boot. Still standing he looked around to see all the guards incapacitated with Mike Rhea already over Nathan. Kyle looked towards Andrew Young and simply gave a short nod, they were free, for the moment.
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Post by Chris on Nov 19, 2009 19:17:25 GMT -5
The young girl looked miserable as she sat nestled between two large panzergrenadier soldiers. It was not the most comfortable place to be, wedged between the two walking suits of armor, but she knew better than to complain. Melissa sat quietly, her hands cuffed in her lap as she closed her eyes while she thought of her love, her prince…
“Melissa! I love you!” The image of Nigel played in her head as she sat in silence. A single tear ran down her face as she thought of her beloved husband’s fate, and the fate of her people she left behind when she was taken by these dark men.
“What’s that?” The pilot looked up at the Schutzstaffel officer as he stood in the doorway of the cockpit.
“You heard me, orders from Untersturmfuhrer Brennan, we are to change course to Odessa… He will deal with the prisoner upon arrival.” The pilot nodded as he began calculating the routes and vectors for Odessa. Sweat beaded down his forehead as the Schutzstaffel agent sat quietly behind him – he hated these guys, and was ready for them to get off of his plane…
With out a word, the man in the black coat turned around and faced the Panzergrenadier unit that surrounded Melissa. A smile crept across his face as he looked at the small girl that was dwarfed amongst the SS soldiers. “You’ll be in good hands soon enough my dear…”
He leaned in and ran his finger down her cheek, caressing her face as he whispered into her ear. His voice hissed as he spoke. “A shame I don’t get to have any fun with you… Consider yourself a lucky girl; Xavier was very specific that you were to be unharmed.”
Gihren’s lap dog took a few steps back, a smug grin spread across his face as he watched the girl squirm. He took his post at the front of the ship once more, where he stayed for the rest of the flight.
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Post by flippmoke on Nov 20, 2009 10:45:31 GMT -5
UC 0079.09.17
"You sure?" said Andrew as he stood next to Kyle talking about his plan as they both looked down the Nile River which was flowing to towards the North.
"I can't think of any better way to get out of this god damn continent, I feel we almost have to take the river," said Kyle with a sigh.
The last remaining men of the 42nd Brigade all nodded with a sigh. Traveling down the Nile was dangerous, but they knew it was safer then spending days wandering the desert.
"I still wish we could find the Queen," muttered Tim Sheetz as he looked at the small boat they had managed to trade to a local villager in exchange for one of the zeeks weapons they had acquired.
God he isn't even Dutch and he wants to save the Queen, thought Kyle as he rubbed his tired face as if it would bring more insight to the situation.
"We don't even know where in the world that Gaw was headed, its nearly impossible," said Kyle as he tried to encourage the rest of the platoon his plan was still a good idea.
They all nodded in agreement and began to wade in the water to get into the small boat which they had procured, it was stocked with some food and some clothing locals would wear that they stole from the village as they left.
Suddenly Kyle heard an engine of a vehicle driving towards them, they were covered in the area by a small amount of brush that lined that road running next to the river and they all dove to the ground attempting to get cover. In the distance down the road a Lakota was making its way towards them.
"Tim you take the driver," said Kyle as he had no rifle currently as he grasped the knife he had stolen from the guard he killed earlier that day.
Tim leveled his rifle staring down at the the Lakota making its way, until suddenly he said, "Holy shit!"
Tim immediately sprung to his feet and walked into the middle of the road, the entire platoon thought for a moment that Tim had lost it and he surely was going to get killed as the Lakota was swerving like it was driven by a drunk man driving down the road.
"Holy shit is right, its the Prince.. ehh.. the King," said Andrew with some astonishment as he too stood up and walked into the middle of the road.
The entire platoon stood up at this moment as Nigel slowed his Lakota in front of the platoon. The entire platoon was excited as hell to see their commander officer had returned alive, despite the fact that he was a terrible commander before at times. They shouted and ran around the Lakota, asking thousands of questions at once.
Nigel could hardly make out what was going on, the sight of Mike Rhea brought a broad smile to his face as he pulled out his syringe and pulled out a larger dose from his little bottle. Injecting it into the IV which was empty sent a stream of medicine into his body.
"Good to see you Mike," said Nigel as his face fell straight forward into the steering wheel of the Lakota passing out from the large dose of the pain killer.
The entire platoon looked shocked, worried that he was dead as Mike ran to the front of the group looking at what Nigel had just injected into his body.
"Everyone, get back!" yelled Mike as he examined Nigel and what he had just injected himself with.
"Dear lord, how the hell was he able to drive," muttered Mike as he motioned to Kyle to help him pick up Nigel. "Be careful, his leg is broken."
Together with a humph they lifted Nigel out of the seat with Each of them holding one side of Nigel up.
"We can't stay here doc, its too dangerous," said Kyle as he could tell Mike wanted to set Nigel on the ground right now.
"You are probably right," said Mike with a nod as they both looked towards the boat.
David Allen and Andrew Young both rushed into help Mike and Kyle carry Nigel as they lifted him out of the water to the best of their ability. They waded across the short bit in the river, then slid his body onto the boat.
"Well, Europe here we come," muttered Kyle as he jumped on board the small boat.
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Post by flippmoke on Nov 23, 2009 18:23:00 GMT -5
UC 0079.09.18
They were moving at too slow of a pace, and Kyle Webb knew they needed to get out of Africa before the Zeon forces were able to figure out where they were headed. The Nile was quicker and safer then most modes of travel but it also would allow for little modes of escape if they were found.
"We are going to have to find an aircraft," said Kyle to Andrew Young who was sitting on the edge of the boat looking out for anything in front of them.
"I will keep my eyes peeled," said Andrew as he continued to stare out over the brown water stretching out in front of them.
Recently, all of the remaining soldiers of the platoon, despite they were of equal rank, had looked upon Kyle recently as the new commander of the unit. Despite the fact they had found Nigel, he was still quite out of it under constant care of Mike Rhea, and it left all the decisions upon Kyle.
A tap suddenly came upon Kyle's shoulder as Mike Rhea said, "Kyle, he is waking up. You can go speak to him now."
"Thanks," said Kyle as he turned and made his way across the small boat to where Nigel was propping himself up with several grunts next to the mast.
"Where am I?" muttered Nigel in a weak voice before letting out a short cough.
"You are with 1st platoon on the way down the Nile currently, sir." said Kyle as he frowned looking at the still poor shape of Nigel.
"Where is Melissa?" said Nigel as he turned his head back and forth quickly search the boat in a desperate attempt to find his wife.
"She was taken by the S.S. sir..." said Kyle with a sigh, disappointed at his inability to help her.
"We have to find her," said Nigel as he attempted to stand up as if he would be able to see her just on the bank of the river.
Kyle put his hand on the shoulder of Nigel knowing he should not be moving in his condition then said, "We have to go to Europe sir, it is required immediately."
"Why do we have to go there, we need to find Melissa," said Nigel as he struggled to stand despite Kyle.
"Sir, your mother and sister have been murdered and if it was the Zeeks then we need to make our way to your son, just in case Melissa is tortured..." said Kyle in an attempt to quickly explain the situation.
It all hit Nigel like a baseball bat and despite the way his mother had treated him, it still caused tears to begin to roll down his cheeks. All signs of emotion where suddenly whipped from his face as if he had suddenly retreated into a cocoon from feelings.
Kyle couldn't help but tear up as well, as he thought, What more can be taken from this man?
Nigel didn't move for almost a minute as he stared blankly ahead, his only sign of emotion where two streams of tears the beaded off his chin falling to his bandaged legs below. Each drop stinging as it soaked into his burned skin, slowly bringing him back to the real world.
"I understand," said Nigel in defeat as he tried to soak up the entire situation.
Kyle simply took a seat by Nigel's side where they both remained for several hours, no one on the boat dare spoke, as they sailed slowly down the Nile. However, their luck would change that evening as a small civilian aircraft was seen landing near the bank. It was barely large enough for all the men, but they took off and soon found themselves over the Mediterranean on their way to France.
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