*M i d n a*
Æsir Scribe
Thanks to all who signed up for this one. 
This will be a short story, probably shorter than Guild on Wheels. I don't know if you all will like it, but I will attempt to do my best in order to please you all. 
The cast you see is what I have so far, but if others join, I will add their names. The names will remain black so long as the characters are alive, but once they die, they will be colored red. I am not gonna say who dies or what happens, but this is a survival story, so keep in mind characters die and stuff. XD Also, there will be a few invited guests. I hope you can recognize them all. And I bid you patience if you don't see your character. They'll appear as the story advances. :nod:
Rated PG13, but I think it's fine if younger peeps read this.
Cast
Gobli=Gobli
Axle=Axle the Beast
Rainy=Raindrop14
Keyshe=Keyshe
Hot=Hero of Time
Magatha=Magatha
Myriad=Myriadviper42
Clank=Clank
Beast=BeastModeMan97
Little=LittleGumball
Violet=Violet
Tatl=TatlTails
Wind=WindmillIsland
Four US army soldiers rode within the black-colored Black Hawk helicopter that stormy night. Two were pilots, and those were females, while the other two were males.
“We’re nearing the drop point, Captain Hot,” informed the main pilot.
“Good,” the young captain replied from the back through his microphone. “Bring this bird down nice and easy, Zeruda.”
“You got it, Sir.”
The captain turned to regard the soldier to his right. Just like him, he was dressed for action in a black army uniform and a black, half-helmet that left only his mouth and chin visible. The soldier carried high-tech pistols within holsters strapped to both his legs, and other supplies around his waist.
“You’re ready, Rookie?”
The Rookie was no rookie, he was a fine soldier. He was lower ranked than the captain at Lieutenant rank, but still a good soldier as any. Captain Hot trusted him with his life and vice versa, and so Rookie was just the nickname that the American captain called his Latino friend. The soldier’s name was Gobli, and too often had he been ridiculed for that weird-sounding name, but he had never given a damn about it. In fact, he had kidded about it himself plenty of times.
“Ready as I have never been in my life, Sir,” Gobli replied as he inserted a plasma magazine round into his automatic Plasma machine gun. The captain thought he sensed tension on him, but he did not say a word, for he too, was feeling a nervous rush. They were not going to take a walk in the park that was for sure. No, the Captain and his Lieutenant friend were actually going on a very dangerous mission to find out what had happened to a recon team that had mysteriously disappeared from the radars just fifteen minutes or so ago. The mission was dangerous due to the fact that Kansas City, like many other major cities in the USA and all around the globe, was infested with a sea of zombie-like creatures. No one still had answers as to how this infection had taken place and spread, but the few remaining US government officials and several other agencies were looking for answers to that while the armed forces were taking care of cleansing the cities or containing the infected from spreading. They had not been successful in their attempt so far, and the world was losing more of its wealthy population to the infected with every day that went by. No cure still existed either, for without knowing much about this so called mutating virus, there could be no cure. Europe, Africa, and Asia were literally gone, with few survivors remaining in sporadic places. And as to the United States and the rest of Latin and South America, the infected were spreading fast. The eastern and central parts of the United States were the areas where the infection was worse. The Zombie Apocalypse that so many had talked and joked about in the past had apparently finally come, and in a terrible proportion and to devastating effect. As the mark stood on from the day it all had started to this day, only 20% of the world population remained, the other 80% was either infected or dead, with the 20% fighting for survival. And so the Captain and the Lieutenant were going to expose their very lives to grave danger just to find out what had happened to their fellow army comrades. The city had already been deemed lost, believed to be full of infected freaks. The army would drop bombs over it to fully exterminate the infected and keep them from spreading to other safe cities and towns, but before they could do that, it had to be confirmed that there remained no human survivors. And so the army had been combing the city for days and nights searching for survivors. They had found a few as the week had advanced, and on this final day, because there was just so many of the infected to deal with, and because of the arrival of a nasty electrical storm capable of producing tornadoes, they had to withdraw their patrols early in order to bring them to safety. The recon team was just one of several recon teams that had been searching about the city. It was a big group formed of at least a hundred men and women. Captain Hot would never leave a comrade behind. He believed that if the recon team had run into trouble with some infected, there could be survivors still battling them, and so that thought was what had spurred him to volunteer right away when the emergency call had come, not to mention the fact that Gobli had told him that he wanted to be dropped off so he could investigate. Captain Hot always had known Gobli for his courage, and since he too was a very courageous young fellow at 24, he agreed with himself to go have a look.
Ten birds had been flying over the grand city supporting the ground teams from the sky, but the powerful mighty storm had arrived and they had all been called back to base. Captain Hot’s unit was the last to be retreating back to base, but after the emergency call had come in, they had volunteered to investigate the matter since they were closest to the site where the last transmission had come from the recon team. Headquarters had informed the whole team that no other unit or group would be dispatched as backup. It was too dangerous and headquarters believed that the recon team was lost anyway. But Captain Hot would not give up hope so easily, neither would Gobli, and so they had volunteered, along with the pilots, who had agreed to just drop them off. It was a suicide mission, literally, and the Captain and the others understood why headquarters would not dispatch teams to investigate the matter: simply said, the storm was bad and they just wouldn’t put more lives at risk under the current circumstances.
The chopper came down slowly on a desolate area far from the urban area. The place had been a park with a few basketball courts a few years back, but now nothing remained except a hilly, grassy landscape with many trees all around. The expert pilot Zeruda landed the heavy bird without much incident, for there was ample room for her to land the chopper.
Gobli, knowing fully well what he had to do, immediately opened the side door and jumped out, weapon at the ready. Light rain hit his visor, helmet, and tight uniform, but that did not bother him in the least. He inspected his surroundings right away, using his high-tech weapon’s red laser scope to do so, and also his high-tech goggles, which allowed him to see in the dark as if he was seeing in plain daylight. It all seemed perfectly calm all around, but the tall soldier kept vigilant waiting for the Captain to jump off from the chopper.
Before the Captain jumped off, Zeruda questioned whether he thought this was a good idea.
“We’ll look into that, Soldier,” the Captain replied. “You don’t worry about us now. Return back to base.”
She said nothing else, but she nodded at the brave Captain. The co-pilot, a female soldier who went by the name of Hazel, just remained quiet throughout their exchange.
Captain Hot jumped out of the Black Hawk and closed the sliding door, and then he waved the pilots off.
“Godspeed to you two,” Hazel prayed as she looked at them from behind the side window. Really, as she laid eyes on them, the pilot believed that was the last time she would get to see them. It was too bad, she thought, the two of them seem to be good fellows and she would have loved to know more of them than she did.
The chopper lifted up, sending gusts of wind and a bit of debris flying all around, but that never bothered the soldiers on the ground. The Captain stood behind his friend Gobli, weapon pointing to the front as he surmised the area. Everything was darkness, except for the lasers that their weapons’ scopes sent out.
“Scope lights out, Big Guy,” recommended the Captain. The captain was big in his six-foot-two-inch frame, but Gobli shamed him at six-six.
Gobli turned off the laser just as the Captain did the same.
“We don’t want to give those freaks too much information about us,” Hot went on to say. “The sound of the chopper may have already alerted them.”
Gobli just nodded at that, and the Captain turned on his Comm device and spoke through his mic at headquarters.
“Home, this is ground team Alpha 2. We’re on the ground and ready to begin moving, over.”
A bit of static from the Captain’s Comm mic reached Gobli’s ears.
“Copy that, Alpha 2,” a female’s light voice was heard. “We’ll be sitting tight here and alert to your actions, over.”
“Roger that, Home. Alpha 2 out.” Captain Hot replied, and then he turned off the comm. He stared about the area and then asked. “You good, Rookie?”
“I’m fine, Sir,” Gobli finally stood up but kept vigilant; the soldier knew he could not afford to give these so called infected a single second of an advantage. Unlike how slow and dimwitted zombies had been perceived in movies and comics, these creatures that they called infected, zombies, stupids, uglies, and freaks, were ferocious creatures and could move very fast. If they bit a human, it was over, that human, if not ate entirely by them, would turn into an infected in a matter of a few hours. Gobli and the Captain had fought them before several times, so they knew what these creatures were capable of.
“Then let’s move out, Rookie,” Hot ordered, shivering a bit as he said that, but maybe that was due to the loud thunderclap that was heard then. “Every damn second is counting here.”
“Roger.”
***
This will be a short story, probably shorter than Guild on Wheels. I don't know if you all will like it, but I will attempt to do my best in order to please you all. The cast you see is what I have so far, but if others join, I will add their names. The names will remain black so long as the characters are alive, but once they die, they will be colored red. I am not gonna say who dies or what happens, but this is a survival story, so keep in mind characters die and stuff. XD Also, there will be a few invited guests. I hope you can recognize them all. And I bid you patience if you don't see your character. They'll appear as the story advances. :nod:Rated PG13, but I think it's fine if younger peeps read this.
Cast
Gobli=Gobli
Axle=Axle the Beast
Rainy=Raindrop14
Keyshe=Keyshe
Hot=Hero of Time
Magatha=Magatha
Myriad=Myriadviper42
Clank=Clank
Beast=BeastModeMan97
Little=LittleGumball
Violet=Violet
Tatl=TatlTails
Wind=WindmillIsland
The Stand
Scene 1: The Drop Off
Kansas City, USA. August 17th, 2024, 7:23 PM CDT
Scene 1: The Drop Off
Kansas City, USA. August 17th, 2024, 7:23 PM CDT
Four US army soldiers rode within the black-colored Black Hawk helicopter that stormy night. Two were pilots, and those were females, while the other two were males.
“We’re nearing the drop point, Captain Hot,” informed the main pilot.
“Good,” the young captain replied from the back through his microphone. “Bring this bird down nice and easy, Zeruda.”
“You got it, Sir.”
The captain turned to regard the soldier to his right. Just like him, he was dressed for action in a black army uniform and a black, half-helmet that left only his mouth and chin visible. The soldier carried high-tech pistols within holsters strapped to both his legs, and other supplies around his waist.
“You’re ready, Rookie?”
The Rookie was no rookie, he was a fine soldier. He was lower ranked than the captain at Lieutenant rank, but still a good soldier as any. Captain Hot trusted him with his life and vice versa, and so Rookie was just the nickname that the American captain called his Latino friend. The soldier’s name was Gobli, and too often had he been ridiculed for that weird-sounding name, but he had never given a damn about it. In fact, he had kidded about it himself plenty of times.
“Ready as I have never been in my life, Sir,” Gobli replied as he inserted a plasma magazine round into his automatic Plasma machine gun. The captain thought he sensed tension on him, but he did not say a word, for he too, was feeling a nervous rush. They were not going to take a walk in the park that was for sure. No, the Captain and his Lieutenant friend were actually going on a very dangerous mission to find out what had happened to a recon team that had mysteriously disappeared from the radars just fifteen minutes or so ago. The mission was dangerous due to the fact that Kansas City, like many other major cities in the USA and all around the globe, was infested with a sea of zombie-like creatures. No one still had answers as to how this infection had taken place and spread, but the few remaining US government officials and several other agencies were looking for answers to that while the armed forces were taking care of cleansing the cities or containing the infected from spreading. They had not been successful in their attempt so far, and the world was losing more of its wealthy population to the infected with every day that went by. No cure still existed either, for without knowing much about this so called mutating virus, there could be no cure. Europe, Africa, and Asia were literally gone, with few survivors remaining in sporadic places. And as to the United States and the rest of Latin and South America, the infected were spreading fast. The eastern and central parts of the United States were the areas where the infection was worse. The Zombie Apocalypse that so many had talked and joked about in the past had apparently finally come, and in a terrible proportion and to devastating effect. As the mark stood on from the day it all had started to this day, only 20% of the world population remained, the other 80% was either infected or dead, with the 20% fighting for survival. And so the Captain and the Lieutenant were going to expose their very lives to grave danger just to find out what had happened to their fellow army comrades. The city had already been deemed lost, believed to be full of infected freaks. The army would drop bombs over it to fully exterminate the infected and keep them from spreading to other safe cities and towns, but before they could do that, it had to be confirmed that there remained no human survivors. And so the army had been combing the city for days and nights searching for survivors. They had found a few as the week had advanced, and on this final day, because there was just so many of the infected to deal with, and because of the arrival of a nasty electrical storm capable of producing tornadoes, they had to withdraw their patrols early in order to bring them to safety. The recon team was just one of several recon teams that had been searching about the city. It was a big group formed of at least a hundred men and women. Captain Hot would never leave a comrade behind. He believed that if the recon team had run into trouble with some infected, there could be survivors still battling them, and so that thought was what had spurred him to volunteer right away when the emergency call had come, not to mention the fact that Gobli had told him that he wanted to be dropped off so he could investigate. Captain Hot always had known Gobli for his courage, and since he too was a very courageous young fellow at 24, he agreed with himself to go have a look.
Ten birds had been flying over the grand city supporting the ground teams from the sky, but the powerful mighty storm had arrived and they had all been called back to base. Captain Hot’s unit was the last to be retreating back to base, but after the emergency call had come in, they had volunteered to investigate the matter since they were closest to the site where the last transmission had come from the recon team. Headquarters had informed the whole team that no other unit or group would be dispatched as backup. It was too dangerous and headquarters believed that the recon team was lost anyway. But Captain Hot would not give up hope so easily, neither would Gobli, and so they had volunteered, along with the pilots, who had agreed to just drop them off. It was a suicide mission, literally, and the Captain and the others understood why headquarters would not dispatch teams to investigate the matter: simply said, the storm was bad and they just wouldn’t put more lives at risk under the current circumstances.
The chopper came down slowly on a desolate area far from the urban area. The place had been a park with a few basketball courts a few years back, but now nothing remained except a hilly, grassy landscape with many trees all around. The expert pilot Zeruda landed the heavy bird without much incident, for there was ample room for her to land the chopper.
Gobli, knowing fully well what he had to do, immediately opened the side door and jumped out, weapon at the ready. Light rain hit his visor, helmet, and tight uniform, but that did not bother him in the least. He inspected his surroundings right away, using his high-tech weapon’s red laser scope to do so, and also his high-tech goggles, which allowed him to see in the dark as if he was seeing in plain daylight. It all seemed perfectly calm all around, but the tall soldier kept vigilant waiting for the Captain to jump off from the chopper.
Before the Captain jumped off, Zeruda questioned whether he thought this was a good idea.
“We’ll look into that, Soldier,” the Captain replied. “You don’t worry about us now. Return back to base.”
She said nothing else, but she nodded at the brave Captain. The co-pilot, a female soldier who went by the name of Hazel, just remained quiet throughout their exchange.
Captain Hot jumped out of the Black Hawk and closed the sliding door, and then he waved the pilots off.
“Godspeed to you two,” Hazel prayed as she looked at them from behind the side window. Really, as she laid eyes on them, the pilot believed that was the last time she would get to see them. It was too bad, she thought, the two of them seem to be good fellows and she would have loved to know more of them than she did.
The chopper lifted up, sending gusts of wind and a bit of debris flying all around, but that never bothered the soldiers on the ground. The Captain stood behind his friend Gobli, weapon pointing to the front as he surmised the area. Everything was darkness, except for the lasers that their weapons’ scopes sent out.
“Scope lights out, Big Guy,” recommended the Captain. The captain was big in his six-foot-two-inch frame, but Gobli shamed him at six-six.
Gobli turned off the laser just as the Captain did the same.
“We don’t want to give those freaks too much information about us,” Hot went on to say. “The sound of the chopper may have already alerted them.”
Gobli just nodded at that, and the Captain turned on his Comm device and spoke through his mic at headquarters.
“Home, this is ground team Alpha 2. We’re on the ground and ready to begin moving, over.”
A bit of static from the Captain’s Comm mic reached Gobli’s ears.
“Copy that, Alpha 2,” a female’s light voice was heard. “We’ll be sitting tight here and alert to your actions, over.”
“Roger that, Home. Alpha 2 out.” Captain Hot replied, and then he turned off the comm. He stared about the area and then asked. “You good, Rookie?”
“I’m fine, Sir,” Gobli finally stood up but kept vigilant; the soldier knew he could not afford to give these so called infected a single second of an advantage. Unlike how slow and dimwitted zombies had been perceived in movies and comics, these creatures that they called infected, zombies, stupids, uglies, and freaks, were ferocious creatures and could move very fast. If they bit a human, it was over, that human, if not ate entirely by them, would turn into an infected in a matter of a few hours. Gobli and the Captain had fought them before several times, so they knew what these creatures were capable of.
“Then let’s move out, Rookie,” Hot ordered, shivering a bit as he said that, but maybe that was due to the loud thunderclap that was heard then. “Every damn second is counting here.”
“Roger.”
***
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