Dawn of the Ancients: The Awakening

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a part of Dawn of the Ancients: The Awakening, by jericho193.

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Revan Steele [2] Id rather work in the desert
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AJ ran as hard as he could.

Pumping his legs up and down as fast as his athletic body would let him. Looking back every second when he wasn't focused on running forward. Rain streaming down and drenching his combat gear, weighing him down heavily. Jungle branches and greenery making AJ's sprint ineffective. His conditioned lungs were burning in a way that he hasn't felt since he first joined the Marine Corp in boot camp. He lost his primary rifle some time after the shadows started moving and picking off members of the first stake team. It was as if he was dreaming but the blood-curdling screams and the blood that was splashed on his face was definitely real. The security portion of the first stake team started to unload into the forest. Bullets striking tree wood, throwing splinters and wood matter into the air. But there was no indication they were hitting anything. The archaeologist that was in front of AJ suddenly was lifted up from the ground and rocketed up towards the jungle canopy with a helpless cry.

AJ unleashed volleys of bullets up at the higher branches with his M4A1, stopping only to reload. He didnt see what he was aiming at but he didnt care. He was going to hit something at some point. Suddenly, like a meteor something fell to the earth with a fleshy thud. AJ aimed down at it, in horror he recognized the fleshly lump. Only slightly. It was the archaeologist that was just taken up, slashed and torn with his jaw missing. It was as if the man was looking at AJ, begging for help. All of his years in the Marines never prepped AJ for this. He turned and bolted towards base camp. The remaining parts of his team could be heard putting up a fight. Machine gun fire, explosions and horrible screams filled the air. But the farther AJ got, the more the sounds began to die out. It was less of AJ making distance and more that the team was dying.

AJ was a survivor, he knew when to cut and run so he bolted. He knew base camp was just up ahead. He just needed to keep moving. He could get into one of the pre-fabs and barricade it. AJ just needed to haul for another 100 meters. He could see the treeline. Maybe the nightmare will finally be over. A small sense of relief came to him as he ran. 50 meters. AJ reached for his radio,"Someone... please..." As he was within 5 meters of clearing the jungle to the open space of base camp he jumped over a vine. But this vine moved.

AJ cleared the trees, a massive sense of relief flowed through him. He yelled into his radio between breathes," Pioneer Squad! Did anyone make it out?! ANYONE?!" Falling to his knees, realizing he might be the only one alive and the physical excursion taking everything out of him. A loud snapping sound could be heard as it echoed around the small clearing. Instincts took over and AJ pulled his M9 from his thigh holster and aimed at everything that seemed to move within the treeline. Then he heard a voice behind him,"Hey there..."

AJ turned as fast as he could and within the blink of an eye a vine pulled him into the treeline as the shadows consumed him. Leaving behind an eerie silence that was a stark contrast as to what was heard just a few minutes before.

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The cool air surrounding Revan Steele was a very welcome change compared to the extreme temperatures that normally bombarded his body. The extreme dry heat of the Iraqi deserts, the intense cold of Serbia, the unwavering rainfalls of Cambodia, all seemed so distant as he walked in a very modern sushi joint. The smooth lines and simple colors of the theme of the restaurant created a very contemporary feel while telling all the occupants that eating here meant you were with a certain class of people. A class that Revan did not fit at all. He was dressed in a dark grey long-sleeved shirt that was rolled up to his elbows with a well worn pair of jeans covering his lower half. His very used brown Belleville boots and sweat stained Condor Multicam hat finished the working man look that Revan always seemed to be dressed in. While in the civilian world anyways.

When he first entered the male greeter gave Revan a look as if he was lost. It was quite the contrary, he specifically looked for this place in Southern California because he heard the sashimi was world class. He might not look it but Revan enjoys himself when it comes to food or having experiences. He definitely made enough money where he could do so. Revan looked at the young man who was dressed in the common white shirt and black slack combo with a skinny black tie, used his index finger to signify seating for one. The young man paused for a second with a bit of confusion. Revan raised his left eye brow.

"Im sorry..." The boy stammered, "Do you have a reservation?" Revan looked around the establishment and found it to only be at half capacity. The price of the food alone made it hard for even the upper crust to justify having lunch instead of just having dinner later. "Excuse me?" Revan replied, giving the boy the infamous thousand-yard stare. Finally giving in the boy semi murmured, "Uh, um forgive me sir I seem to have found an open spot at the bar..."

As he sat in the plush stadium seat style bar stool Revan found himself at the front of the action. A curved plexiglass display showing what fish was fresh and the chefs preparation table. For a brief moment Revan gave a slight smirk, this was going to be a very welcome departure from the field rations and game he had to eat while spending 9 weeks in the savannas of Africa. A chef emerged from deeper inside the kitchen, dressed in traditional Japanese kitchen garb. Revan nodded his head at the smiling chef.

With genuine warmth he asked, "What can I prepare for you today?" Revan replied as he place 5 green rectangles on the top of the counter," Omakase and keep 100 for yourself." The chef nodded, took the money and went straight to work. Revan watched as he masterfully sliced strips of flesh from fish that was caught mere hours ago. Creating a masterpiece on top of a long white plate. Revan watched in awe at the finesse and the precision of the man's cut and placement.

After a few minutes the chef finished and laid out the plate of his choice fresh fish in front of Revan and bowed his head. Revan bowed back looked at his food and could not believe how after just a few hours of leaving his previous area of operations he was in southern California enjoying the best sushi and sashimi that his area had to offer. He first went for the salmon and savored the flavor in his mouth, he looked back at the chef who was waiting to hear a criticism. Revan made eye contact, smiled and nodded his head.

Revan delicately began to eat the rest, truly enjoying the different styles and types of fish that was laid out on the canvas in front of him. After he finished and felt satisfied Revan thanked the chef and placed another Benjamin on the counter because after the delight his mouth just went through he felt like the chef deserved it.

As Revan was leaving he met the young host again and said,"Next time Ill wear my tailored suit and shave." He handed him 50 bucks, hoping that it would teach the boy not to judge books by their covers. Leaving the establishment Revan had summoned a luxury car for pick up. Revan entered the back of a new Cadillac Escalade, finding himself in that air conditioning that he still wasnt getting use to. Revan rested his eyes because it was about a 45 minute drive to West base.

Thats when all Revan saw and felt was death.

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The atmosphere was dark and grungy. Vision was at a bare minimum, the only light that could be seen was the flickering lights of random fire trails until an abrupt end with a metallic shape that seemed to be engulfed in flames. Unrecognizable jagged shapes jutted out from the ground. Revan realized his vision was blurry, his audio sounded like he was underwater. He shook his head to try to clear things up. Instead all he felt was a throbbing pain in his head. Instinctively, Revan reached for his primary rifle that would be dangling on the front of his plate carrier. Realizing that he was still on his knees, Revan painstakingly tried to stand. His body felt as if it was on fire with sharp pains throughout his body. The rifle he brought up was only half of the rifle that he had originally. The only remaining part of his primary was the lower receiver of his Mk18, the upper part must have caught on something and just ripped off or something. Now was not the time to try to piece together what had happened. Instead he pulled his sidearm from his upper thigh holster and brought it up to the low-ready position. It was a 1911 that was updated for modern combat, he had a light on it but he did not want to turn it on to alert anyone.

Revan could start hearing better, as the muffled sounds became clearer and clearer. He could make out the sounds of metal whining and flames snapping. Electricity cracked and the smell of gasoline filled the air. There was another sound that he was hearing. His eyes widened as Revan realized what it was. Moving forward with one foot in front of the other, he moved towards a source of the miserable cries. Turning around a pile of metal and other things Revan found one of his friends, lying there. Holding his guts. His screams filled the air and thats all that Revan could hear.

Revan jolted awake.

He was still in the back of the black Escalade, in all of its air-conditioned glory. Revan's breathing slowed down a bit as he realized he was just having another episode. Just another reason why he could not sleep. The driver noticed Revan stirring and announced,"We are 30 seconds out sir."

Revan nodded and took in the scenery as the vehicle approached the entrance of the base.