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| 25 Dec 2013 09:27 AM |
Before we begin, let me say this. This story is going to have severe plot twists coming. Criticism will be welcomed and noted, but do not expect me to make drastic changes over someone's suggestion.
Without further ado, let us begin.
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Dirt flew across the open field accompanied by shrapnel as the enemy artillery strike ravaged the area and the Alversians shook in their holes as the barrage continued onto the third day. APN Marine Exo had suffered a mental breakdown, sitting in his foxhole crying and shaking, cradling his rifle. The other guy stationed in the hole right next to him, only separated by five feet of dirt, had taken a 150mm shell straight next to his hole and Exo was covered in bits of him. Then the barrage ceased and shouts were heard.
An Officer jumped into Exo’s hole and saw what he was doing, then slapped him hard on the cheek. Exo tried in vain to cover his face as the officer continued, but eventually he recovered and stood up, looking over the edge. There the enemy soldiers were coming at them and Exo cocked his rifle, ejecting the empty casing still in there from four days ago, put a new magazine in and then flipped the fire selector to three round burst.
The officer had already left his hole and continued to the next before Exo had time to reload, and then the enemy were within range. A few dozen APN rifles opened fire and Exo took careful aim, and then pulled the trigger. His target slumped over, dead, as the three 7.62x51mm rounds took him in the stomach and Exo looked for another target. There was one, and Exo pulled the trigger yet again. The gun shook in his hand, then his target fell down screaming and Exo was yet again looking for another target.
Once the enemy came within 150 yards, the machineguns started firing and the battle turned into a slaughter. Soon, the enemy was routing, throwing their weapons away and running back towards the tree line. Exo sighed in relief as he saw the survivors disappear into the forest and he put his rifle down. Then he suddenly picked it up again and reloaded quickly. Out of the tree line came… tanks. “We only have a few dozen RPG’s and one ATGM launcher against those. Great. Just great” he thought, cocking the rifle. Infantry were grouped on the back of the tanks, but as soon as they came out of the shelter of the trees, they disembarked and took cover behind the advancing tanks.
Exo looked at the enemy through his iron sights, centring the middle line on the silhouette of an enemy soldier. He slowly pulled the trigger and the gun kicked, then he took aim again after flipping the fire selector to single shot. This time, he tried to take aim at the slowly moving silhouette of an enemy marksman sneaking in the tree line. He pulled the trigger… and missed. Cursing his unsteady hands, he once again took aim. Training for Alversian soldiers included marksmanship at over 450 yards, but this was over 500 yards away and the training hadn’t taken explosions and the pure chaos of the battlefield into the equation. He shot again, but missed yet again and then the silhouette was gone.
The tanks crawled closer and closer, not preferring to rush forward when the possibility of anti-tank mines existed, despite the numerous infantry waves that had crossed the area in the recent days. Once the tanks crossed 300 yards, Exo saw a burning streak in the air heading for the tank in the lead. The missile struck, but the tank came out apparently unscathed from the cloud of smoke. Exo said a few words that shouldn’t be printed, then flipped the fire selector to the fourth mode, full auto, and started laying down the fire towards the advancing enemy infantry. Controlling the recoil of the 7.62x51mm in full auto was nigh impossible, but he still could at least shoot in their general direction. After emptying the magazine, he flipped it out and put another one in, cocked it and started shooting again.
He sighed of relief as the RPG guys got to work when the tanks crossed 150 yards, then took out the magazine and reloaded. One tank suddenly stopped and then exploded, another just stopped and the crew abandoned it, while the rest turned around and retreated. Exo shot up the few remaining rounds against the retreating enemy infantry and then reloaded the rifle again. The enemy had been halted for now, and the line had held. For now…
TO BE CONTINUED
Note: If you are interested in being in this story and you are an APN member, please post below and I may include you in a small role. Or a bigger one. Or even a large role. For my convenience, please state your current APN rank and whatever name you’d prefer to be referred as in this story.
DISCLAIMER: Any and all story characters may be killed off at any given time at the author’s discretion.
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AlphaNest
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eno500
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| 25 Dec 2013 09:54 AM |
@eno
you can be my rifle
i'll name it that |
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| 25 Dec 2013 09:58 AM |
6/4 potato
【◄[ϟ]〓☜✪ xWOWZABOYx; FCOM, SQN COM, Scientist, Veteran, Visionary ✪☞〓[ϟ]►】 |
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eno500
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| 25 Dec 2013 10:36 AM |
At first I thought this said "The Story o' plot Holes Galore"
I would have read it if it was a story filled with plot holes |
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| 25 Dec 2013 11:15 AM |
I always say that, just because it's somewhat of a habit.
Also, you can't possibly expect all possible turns. |
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| 25 Dec 2013 11:32 AM |
Can I be in this story?
Rank: Marksman
Known as: Mega |
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| 25 Dec 2013 12:09 PM |
no story is complete without me
alversia's best soldier, bubbarüts |
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| 25 Dec 2013 12:15 PM |
| Hmmm I don't know if this is correct for me to say this, but yeah may I be in the story :D( Not sure if it looks bad on my part for being immature not sure I care :P LOL) Rank:Admiral Ummm call me Kitty, or Emily? Not sure If I care too much as long as it is not a insulting name. |
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AlphaNest
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| 25 Dec 2013 12:21 PM |
| Sure he'll name you Emiki then |
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| 25 Dec 2013 12:39 PM |
| So kitty officially will be named Admiral [insert_offensive_name] then. jk |
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| 25 Dec 2013 12:50 PM |
@Mega
Sure, we can fit you in somewhere
@Bubba
As if I would leave you out |
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| 25 Dec 2013 12:57 PM |
Eight days later…
The alarm sounded and an Officer came in through the door, shouting “ENEMY FORCES IN THE TRENCHES. EVERYONE, WE’RE RETREATING” and waving them through the door. As the soldiers rushed outside, grabbing their rifles off the wall while passing by the racks, gunfire, screams and the roaring of engines was heard to the right. The soldiers rushed through the trenches, into the second line, joining the men who were rushing for the tree line behind the trenches. Mortar fire turned trees into splinter and men into chunks of flesh, transformed the orderly line of trenches, bunkers and defences into a muddy wasteland and buried any traces of defences.
All the time, the Alversians were retreating, taking tremendous losses.
A Captain ordered First Company, of which Exo was a part, to hold the line while the rest retreated. They obeyed the order and formed up in the tree line, forming the only remaining defence of the Alversian forces. Exo was lying beneath the ruins of a large tree, toppled and splintered but still providing cover, and firing a MG87 he had taken from a dead soldier against the advancing enemy.
The enemy soldiers fell with 7.62x54Rmm rounds in their stomachs as Exo continued firing short, controlled bursts. The rest of First Company was holding the other exits to the trenches, but Exo and his assistant, a marksman by the name of Mega if Exo remembered correctly, were quietly operating the rifle. For what seemed like an eternity, it went on, the cycle of “Fire, barrel out, new barrel in, keep firing” and the corpses grew more numerous. The lightly falling rain steamed off the hot barrel as they continued firing until, suddenly, the stream of enemy soldiers stopped.
Following the end of the onslaught, a whistle called for First Company to reform. Exo and Mega picked up the MG87 and left the firing position. The ground was riddled with spent casings and Exo wondered how he hadn’t noticed the massive pile before.
At the reforming site, the officer in charge of 1st Company told them the good news; that the Alversian forces in the sector had all made it out relatively unscathed. Then there was the bad news: First Company was stuck behind enemy lines. They were the only remaining Alversian unit in the area after being by-passed during the attack. They were going to have to push through the terrain avoiding enemy forces for several miles, and then break through enemy lines, to have any chance of surviving.
Everyone reacted in different ways, but it was all variations on the same theme, annoyance at being left behind like that. The First Company of every Legion was supposed to be an elite unit of the best soldiers Alversia could muster, but in reality, it was a ragtag bunch of misfits who had been assigned to First Company for their lack of teamwork capability. The First Company of the Seventh Legion was nothing but cannon fodder, and they knew it.
All of them could perform decently on their own, but were absolutely horrible at working together. And when 200 such soldiers are stuck in one unit, you get a unit that performs well because of their internal rivalry, but also a unit that can’t be relied on to do any kind of cooperation with each other. Most of them would gladly have fragged the others over some small slight if they had been able to.
Exo sighed, and then flipped the safety on his MG87 back on. The marksman had left him, joining a small group of other soldiers. Of the once 200 strong First Company of the Seventh Legion, there were maybe 45 left. The soldiers in the First Company were all good soldiers, and they filled the role of being soldiers that could perform their tasks, but whom no one would miss. They had all been assigned to 1st Company for a reason.
The soldiers were muttering among themselves, sometimes glaring at the Officer leading their way, as they began walking towards the general direction of the front line.
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| 25 Dec 2013 01:25 PM |
Brady, a great sniper in Group Officer rank. Put me in your story Thank you for your time. |
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hyper376
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| 25 Dec 2013 01:39 PM |
| Exo, I would love to be in this story! You can call me hyper and I'm a Marksman in APN. |
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| 25 Dec 2013 03:57 PM |
| put me in there. Call me tosithegod and my rank is lord imperator :D |
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| 25 Dec 2013 03:59 PM |
@Tosi
no
you can get to be tosi the dead guy and appear in a cameo where you die horribly after severe napalm burns
~Finnish, video game nerd, into flashart~ |
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| 25 Dec 2013 04:52 PM |
if game.Players.PureVoid.PostCount > game.Players.ExoSaeptus.PostCount then
--If my postcount > exo's then...
game.Players.ExoSaeptus:Kick()
--exo gets kicked!
end
Give me a challenge. |
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barson3
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| 25 Dec 2013 04:52 PM |
What is the story about?
~Cleverbot |
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PureVoid
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| 25 Dec 2013 04:53 PM |
Seriously though, I liked you story.
Give me a challenge. |
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