The War Has Ended...

gelvenchief · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **gelvenchief** on Sun Feb 17, 2008 8:05 pm

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Karn was sitting out side his platoon’s tent playing with his lighter, and watching the other soldiers walk by all trying to relax after all of the action. He was trying to as well, but he couldn’t get the image of his friends’ mangled bodies out of his mind. He had been in his position behind a pile of sandbags he and his fellow snipers had set up. The sniper was resting on the bag for stability as was firing at groups of what seemed like machine gunners, there was no way to tell what they were, they all looked alike. His buddy Max was reloading his sniper rifle and Elli was picking off Xeno’s as well. Max saw an opportunity and pulled out a grenade, and as he pulled the pin and primed it, he was shot in the head. Karn had barely enough time to shout to Elli to run as he jumped away before it went off and sent him flying.

He got up from were he had landed with his head spinning and his vision blurry. He shook his head and ran to were he had been, screaming for Max and Ellie, but when he got back the location, he saw the two of them had been hit by the blast much worse then he had. He threw up from the site, and doubled over. Karn shook his head ‘It’s all behind me, there wasn’t anything I could have done to save them’ he thought to him self pushing the memory away.

Skallagrim · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Skallagrim** on Mon Feb 18, 2008 1:01 am

Stephen walked along the row of hastily erected tents to bivouac the men stationed at the forward base Charlie. As he moved through the men and women whom had sat or sprawled around the area. They had hollow eyes, and weary aching muscles. They had just gone through a tremendous battle. Almost a full two-thirds of the troops deployed were dead. The losses were staggering, the Xeno had counter-attacked several times. Throwing themselves into squads of troopers. The fighting was unlike anything Stephen had witnessed in his combat time.

The horrid Xeno in brutal hand-to-hand combat. Their weapons slicing and slashing. They were very very good at ambush tactics, several squads were annihilated this way. The sickening sounds of troopers being dissected as their squad mates fired point blank at the Xeno. Chaos probably were the best word to describe the battle that had ended only a short time ago.

Sighing as he turned a corner he thought of what was being passed down the chain. The Xeno were beaten, stopped. We owned their home world, the war was over. Spitting in disgust Stephen hopped over collection of body armor as he spotted the mess hall. The politicos whom were running the propaganda most assuredly didn't know their enemy. They hadn't stood toe-to-toe in combat. Watching their buddies and friends killed by the vicious weapons of the Xeno. A thin smile crossed his lips as he passed a trooper of the 463rd. The boy looked lost. As if he had witnessed the loss of a good friend. He probably had, and probably more than one.

Stephen nodded to the solider, "Easy son. You feel alright?" He asked the man flicking his lighter over and over.

Tetrino · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Tetrino** on Mon Feb 18, 2008 9:09 am

Raphael sat in the corner of the tent he was assigned to, absent-mindedly maintaining his weaponry. On his face, no expression or emotion could be seen. The news he had received not long after the battle ended was still echoing loudly in his mind.

"Corporal Angelos, congratulations on keeping half of your squad members alive in the battle. Many of the other squad barely had three, and that was if any of them survived to begin with. However, I am very sorry to say, you are the only survivor among your family. Your father, Captain Micheal Angelos was killed when his gunship was EMPed by Xeno anti air. Your mother was killed by numerous polykrite wounds when her squad was ambushed, while your brothers, Staff Sergeant Zeruel Angelos and Lance Corporal Azrafel Angelos both suffered a point-blank hit from Xeno weapons."

He unstrapped the polykrite shard launcher on his arm and, using a white cloth, began to clean the bloodstains on it. Twice he had to use it to disembowel Xenos that had strayed too near before he could ready his shotgun. After some time, the weapon looked brand new.

Left with nothing to take his mind off what he had heard, Raphael's mind spiraled down into the depths of despair. All his life he knew little but the art of war. Now that very art had stolen from him the few people he truly admired. And those people would never get the recognition they deserved, because of the so-called 'legendary' 611th platoon who did nothing but cower as the other battalions showed their true valor in battle. Filthy bastards did nothing but got everything. Raphael hated it.

Without thinking, he rose from his bunk and exited the tent, taking in the surroundings. All around him, soldiers gazed into the distance, fatigue etched in their faces. Raphael didn't blame them. War is usually a terrible thing to behold. He noticed Gunnery Sergeant Wallis speaking with a young recruit of the 463rd. Sergeant Wallis was one of the few senior military officials he respected. He was a capable fighter in battle, and had saved Raphael more than one occasion with his medical skills. Raphael walked up to the man, hoping to get some reassurance regarding the outcome of this war.

Skallagrim · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Skallagrim** on Mon Feb 18, 2008 2:32 pm

Gunny kept is eyes on the by before him. Concerned because it was difficult. None but those who had fought on this damned planet would understand the emotional toll it had taken. Movement caught his eye. Glancing up he saw a young corporal approaching.

Eying him Gunny realized it was the kid they were discussing in the L.T.'s tent not more than fifteen minutes ago, Corporal Angelos had lost his family, literally, every member of his immediate family.

Narrowing his eyes a bit Gunny studied the young man moving towards him. The way the boy moved told Gunny he was still in shock. He was digesting the information about his family. The blank expression, the hollow far look in th eyes.

Gunny's voice carried above the ambient sounds of men and women, all seeking what solace they might find, "Corporal Angelos...how are you son?" Earnest compassion and concern in that question.

This had been a brutal attack. So many good boys and girls dead on a world far from home. Not even the decency to be recognized as the heroes they were. A wry smile cross his lips. That glory would go to the sculpted and pampered 611. Earth's heroes in this war.

NewArthur · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **NewArthur** on Mon Feb 18, 2008 3:34 pm

Garin walked through the camp, just letting his feet take him, the words of the recruitment officer still ringing in his ears, "No point remembering son, remembering will bring the fear back, Now report to 463rd platoon for duty." The thing was he couldn't stop remembering, His old platoon 319, were sent in the first wave of attacks, and he was the only one to return alive, For three days he held back wave after wave of attack from the Xeno before reinforcements, came.

Two days after he was released from the medical tent, and he had heard the rumors, that he had gone crazy, seeing his comrades slaughtered before his very eyes, that three days with no sleep had affected his mind, yes he couldn't go to sleep with out reliving those three days of hell, that he spent every moment awake hoping that night never came, that day would never end.

Soon though he had arrived at his destination, looking down he read the parchment 'Report to Corporal Angelos of 463rd Platoon looking up he saw to high ranking officers and what looked like another new recruit. "Walking over he stood to attention and announced himself "Sir, Private Garin De'lyons formally of 319th Platoon" He spoke this loudly and clearly "I am looking for Corporal Angelos, i am a new recruit to 463rd Platoon"

Skallagrim · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Skallagrim** on Mon Feb 18, 2008 5:02 pm

Looking at the new guy. He looked as bad as any of them here, hell he looked worse. The fabled thousand yard stare was present in his eyes. Clearly he had been in the suq and had done things that he wasn't quite able to get a grip on. The wind kicked up a small series of dust devils. Those laying around quickly got up, grabbing their gear they trotted off into various tents.

Swearing slightly Gunny dropped his visors and snapped his breather in place. The swirling winds weren't dangerous, but had been one of the factors that gave the Xeno their advantage during the fight. Chinning his mic, Gunny's metallic tinged voice echoed, "That's the Corporal there son." Indicating whom he was speaking about with a nod of his head.

Looking at the sky. Heavy layers of smoke floated lazily, over head, drifting at the whim of the winds of this hellish world. Glancing back at the troopers in front of him he rang out, "Lets get inside. We can make our introductions and hug each other like ladies at a social."

Without waiting for a response he made his way to the mess tent. The wind swirling around him, kicking up dust that sprayed across his black tactical gear. The armor gleamed where the coating had been sheared away, exposing the tough polymer layers underneath. This was truly hell, thought Gunny, and we are in limbo.

Kicking through the tent into the mess hall he unsnapped his faceplate and lifted the visor. The mood inside was a little better, at least some of them were laughing and joking. The relief of being alive, the survivors guilt has leaving them. They'd be fine. They were soldiers, their training had saved them physically. Their shared experiences, their laughter now were going to save them mentally.

Kargoth · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kargoth** on Mon Feb 18, 2008 6:10 pm

Val'thax laughed cruelly as he read the newest battle reports, an entire city destroyed! he thought with malignant glee, and this is only the begining of the varried Xeno species revenge.
He turned away from the display, and went to join his squad..all personally trained as Challian shock troopers, along with whatever skills they personally brought to this war, "Wonder if the humans still think starting this damn war was funny?" he asked his second in command, a Twi'lek female name Shar'Exa..light blue skin with black lekku head tendrils, she laughed at his half jest..it was good to see that out of her, she had lost everyone that'd ever meant somthing to her..and when the resistance had found her she was surrounded by almost twentysix dead humans, all seemingly killed with a steel pipe, this was his kinda woman, he though to himself.
"Ok, well enough with that..It looks like we're being sent to the front again, they want us to prep for a major offensive." If there was any one of his team that he'd trust to do his job, it was her..and so he sent her to gather the rest of the squad while he grabbed a bite to eat, and headed for the marshalling fields.

gelvenchief · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **gelvenchief** on Tue Feb 19, 2008 1:39 am

(((OOC: sorry i haven't posted i had some things that needed to get done...)))

Karn woke up out of the daze of memories and went into the mess tent, to get out of the wind. When he walked inside he saw the rest or his platoon sitting around trying to see the light side of what had happened. He walked slowly past the tables to the ones in the very back of the room, and sat down by himself and set down his gun on the table. His fingers ran along the rifle as he thought about what it had gotten his through, the Xenos it had killed.

He had gotten the gun from his father when he was a boy, and had taken care of it as if it were a child. He disassembled it slowly and cleaned it throughly, making sure not to miss a spot. And as he was putting it back together he thought about his father who had shown him how to do what he was doing now. He slung it over his shoulder once again as he finished and got up from the table.

"Any news about when we are getting out of here?" he said to and important looking man with a tactical helmet on who was watching the other soldiers chat and joke around. The man seemed happy that they were able to get past what had happened, but then again, who wasn't?

Tetrino · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Tetrino** on Tue Feb 19, 2008 9:03 am

Raphael's mind flickered into focus as his ears registered the officer's words. He could tell that the man's concern was genuine. This comforted him slightly. In response, he brought his right hand up in a quick salute and parted his lips to speak his mind. Before he could so much as utter a word, though, a wind gust swept through the encampment, kicking up dirt and sand in miniature cyclones. Raphael quickly covered his mouth to prevent the particles from polluting his respiratory system.

Just then, a young ginger-haired man came up, asking for him. Before he could react, the sergeant pointed him out to the recruit and went off into the mess hall, requesting that they join him there. Raphael turned towards the boy, and addressed him. As he spoke, he realized his voice was barely a whisper; his throat was parched and this accursed wind wasn't helping.

"At ease, soldier. I take it you're one of the new members of my squad? Right then, let's follow Sergeant Wallis to the mess hall, and then we can talk. Come along, now." And so, Raphael moved to copy Wallis' steps towards the tent, while keeping his eye on the recruit.

sketchy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **sketchy** on Tue Feb 19, 2008 11:37 am

"Ugh, nut'in to do..." 8 sighed to himself as another hour on watch rolled passed. 'freakin' lucky me.' he'd only been in the field for four months and he'd been the odd-man-out to go on watch twice. midnight to 5 AM, how boring. the Xenos usually attacked during that time...whenever they attacked. their last wave happened when he had been out on a supply run for his C.O. how bogus. the best sniper in his company and he's got to be the C.O.'s little arrend boy.
"Four months an i haven't even fired this rifle...worked so hard to customize it. oh well, i might get to soon enough."
he spoke to himself. that was all you could do in the tediousness of watch duty. his shift was al most up. so 8 just staightened up to make it look like he wasn't slacking and waited on someone to cover his shift. then, maybe, he could get some sleep...

NewArthur · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **NewArthur** on Tue Feb 19, 2008 3:23 pm

Garin followed Corporal Angelos into the mess tent, before standing at alert, he began to look around the hall some people looked at him, others just ignored him and carried on with what they where doing.

He then turned his attention back to the Corporal.

Skallagrim · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Skallagrim** on Tue Feb 19, 2008 3:41 pm

Gunny looked at the soldier who had followed him. His voice barely raising above the din of the mess tent.

"Any news about when we are getting out of here?" he said to and important looking man with a tactical helmet on who was watching the other soldiers chat and joke around.

Glancing over to the young man, he still looked harried and haggard. "Son, as I understand it we are here until relieved or they recall the entire task force remaining. The sitrep this morning indicated we have hostiles. Xeno underground and regular Xeno forces are still active and staging for a possible attack against the landing zones we hold." Gunnys voice even never raising a pitch as he looked around the room.

He spotted a trooper in his company and motioned him over. The weary man stood and snapped a salute "Gunny?"
The master gunnery sergeant Wallis shook his head. "Slovak...you are a mess. Did you even get any sleep?" The trooper grinned sheepishly and indicated no.
Gunnys jaw twitched a second before he spoke, "Slovak get me that sniper over in Foxtrot company...what was his name? Eight? Get him here double time, he has been reassigned to my recon company." Gunny handed a grimy and tattered set of orders to Slovak and nodded his head.
Slovak grinned snapped a salute and took off, snapping his tac helmet on and stepped into the increasing dust storm.

Looking at the rest of the men in the mess hall, he stepped on a table and hollered, "Gentleman...and ladies. I am master gunnery sergeant Wallis of the 3/3 Force Recon. I am currently seeking a few good men and woman to join recon. You will be transferred over to Baker Company, my company. I regret if you come to Baker Company you will be knee deep in the suck! In case you weren't aware we few..." Gunny spread his hands as if to encompass them all, "Are the wretched few left to defend the landing zones. We are reorganizing to bolster the companies. If you'd rather be a latrine digger fine, if you want to be in the suck come see me."

He stepped down and went over to a table with other men and woman dressed similarly as he were. Nodding to a PFC he sat down and looked at the milling troopers. Some looked over towards the table, others went back to eating. The mood had changed, the Gunny had laid it out to them in bitter stark reality. They were here until recalled or dead.

gelvenchief · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **gelvenchief** on Tue Feb 19, 2008 8:28 pm

he stood and listened as the man explained the situation, 'Ugh, their are MORE of them....' he thought after he had finished explaining. He watched then as the man made a little speech about needing troops for something. 'Sounds like something to help get my mind off what has happened.' He walked over to Sergeant Wallis. "Sir, I wish to join recon" he said as e snapped to attention.

'maybe if i kill a couple of those damn Xenos it will help me keep my mind off of things' he thought to himself as he awaited his orders from the sergeant.

sketchy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **sketchy** on Wed Feb 20, 2008 11:38 am

After another thirty minutes of waiting for his relief, 8 decided to make some rounds instead of sitting in his guard box. there were a few bodies off a hundred, maybe two, in the distance.'Eh, couldnt hurt to do an ammo search...' he thought to himself as he started off toward the bodies. he didn't know how these Xenos dies, but he was about to make sure they helped the humans out. a little disgrace for these disgusting reptile things. as he approache their bodies, he discovered something. they hadn't been searched yet. they still had a few grenades on them and a couple laser weapons each. "HA! they were just grunt soldiers! they didnt stand a chance." 8 says aloud to himself.
after commandeering their weaponry and straping the rifles over his shoulder, 8 walked back to the guard booth to inspect them...

gelvenchief · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **gelvenchief** on Sun Mar 09, 2008 9:01 pm

(((um.... what happened to you guys...)))

sketchy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **sketchy** on Mon Mar 10, 2008 10:15 am

((seriously, this was cool...))

gelvenchief · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **gelvenchief** on Mon Mar 10, 2008 4:45 pm

(((^^ thx, and TT this happened last time i tried to use this...)))

Ryand-Smith · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ryand-Smith** on Tue Mar 11, 2008 11:05 pm

Lamia landed the transport on the ground, the hum of its ion engines blocking out what was left of the battlefield's quiet. She stopped the machine for a moment, listing to the now quiet planet's hum, the life of people, the parties breaking out, and it all felt so ..hollow, to her She brought her key with her, walking to the back of the transport. "So, this is the Xeno world, it looks so much like Earth, its scary.... But enough of this moping, I have to call my group." "Lamia to all of 463rd members. Form up at my location, we are heading back to Earth. Home is where the heart and the food are. Lets form up, so we can get a docking seat in one of the fast cruisers." She sighed, cutting off her com "And please stay safe" she prayed,before resuming her duties as an officer.

Skallagrim · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Skallagrim** on Wed Mar 12, 2008 12:18 am

The voice came over the com, it sang a sweet tune. Looking around at the men in the tent, all of them had stopped, their eyes shining as a slow realization of what had just been said had come over the com.

Gunny looked at the men, "Alright boys and girls, lets move forward by twos we are going home." Gunny smiled as the thought of the trip home would mean an much deserved retirement. He had been in the drops for too long, had fought in too many battles. Hell he was so old now, he had no one left on earth that he knew, he had no family and no friends. Snapping the lower part of his tac mask in place he smiled wryly, what's an old marine gonna do on a world where he was at least four generations removed from his closest family member.

Stepping into the dusted world, he watched the men slowly assemble and make their way by twos towards the ship, regardless of what else might happen,these were professional soldiers.

gelvenchief · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **gelvenchief** on Wed Mar 12, 2008 4:53 pm

Karn was overjoyed when he heard that they were going home. He grabbed his gear and followed the direction of the man lining the people up to help make loading on to the ship faster. Standing in line his thoughts were consumed by memories of home, and of his family. All that had happened seamed like it had happened ages ago, and he was less focused on them. He almost got trampeled as the line started moving, but he caught himself and started marching.

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