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| Episode 4: Baka enter the explosive work of Crime!; YAAAAHHH! | |
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| Grendel | Feb 22 2009, 12:09 AM Post #1 |
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Waterkick (Lv2)
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The truck had arrived five minutes before the present. Before that, stories and jocularity had been exchanged seven minutes ago. The troops had been put into the truck eight minutes ago. The troops had left Shin-Ra tower ten minutes ago. Then, fifteen minutes before the present the SOLDIER and Sentry had been drug from their comfortable beds and forced to mobilize as quickly as possible. It had been a mere seventeen minutes ago that the order had gone through. Then, finally, the request to mobilize in Sector Eight had been called in a mere twenty minutes ago. It was a decent response time, but it wasn't good enough for Shin-Ra's standards. Also, it naturally couldn't possibly be the fault of the higher ups and the accountants who took so long to identify the request and issue the order to mobilize. They were invisible workers in an office some place, lavishing in the luxury of never having to see a battlefield, figments of a bureaucrat's imagination. In the end, it was the SOLDIERs and the Sentry who got the blame... and they despise of the people. The people who needed help couldn't see the lazy secretary who decided to go get coffee rather than answer the phone; they couldn't see the jackass in management who decided to bang his hot, busty gofer instead of approve the order to mobilize. All the people saw were the SOLDIERs who put their lives on the line day after day, so that was all they had to direct their hate. After, who in their right mind could seriously say they hate a figment? Hating an innocent bystander was much easier. "Maybe somebody forgot to tell them," Baka said slowly. "That we're the good guys." "No, friend," a Sentry member said sadly. "They just hate us." "Why?" Baka asked as he dodged a piece of trash that had been from the crowd. "Because they hate us," the Sentry man said. "That's all some people need." "Cut the chatter, ladies!" the senior SOLDIER snapped. He was First Class material and probably thought of Baka as existing along the same tines of some kind of fish. "We're within a minute of L.C. Time for briefing." "What's an L.C.?" Baka asked. "Shut up!" the other SOLDIER snapped. "Now, listen up! We've received word that an extremist cell is currently rooted deep in the newly constructed Sector Eight. We're putting this down before it has a chance to even get off the ground to make an example. Rumor has it that Avalanche is backing them with a few members, so if you run across anyone you can't handle fall back and get reinforcements! You dogs got that?" "Sire, yes sir!" the entire population of the bus chanted in unison. "I can't hear you!" the SOLDER shouted. "Sound of like you've all got a pair!" "Sir, yes sir!" the group yelled. With this, the SOLDIER sat down and grabbed his sword off the seat. He pulled it from its sheathe and snapped it out ahead of him in the air, casing a whistling snap to echo through the truck bed. After a few seconds, he replaced his weapon and folded his arms. Baka looked around him as the other men busied themselves with the pre-battle tasks. Some checked their ammunition clips and materia to avoid embarrassing battle time accidents. Baka didn't want to look silly so he tightened his blindfold. However, after this was done Baka found that there was nothing else he could do to make him look professional. Baka let out a sigh of resignation and leaned back against the canopy that separated him from the angry mob outside. He still didn't understand why they were so angry at them. What had they done anyway? Time passed as it usually did and the truck came to a stop a few minutes later. There were no voices and no angry chants; there was nothing. Baka sat up and listened to what was going on. The truck bed was engulfed in a chilling silence, broken only by the occasional breath. It was then that Baka realized that it wasn't silent at all. The air was filled with noise; the truck's engine, the murmuring of the Sentry units, the night sounds of the sector and sounds that were beyond description. The answer was simple; these sounds existed, they just weren't important. Somebody stood up. From his weight and body movements, Baka placed him as the First Class SOLDIER. The man let out a slight chuckle. "All right ladies," he said. "It's time. You're my men and you're under my protection and command. We go in, we beat the bad guys, and we leave. Any questions? That's what I thought." He then stood in the center of the truck bed and raised up his sword. In response, the men raised their weapons for a moment. The SOLDIER grinned and strode to the end of the truck and kicked the door down. "Move out!" he shouted. The world exploded into cacophony as Baka rushed out from the back of the truck. He could hear the shouts of the men and their feet as they hit the ground again and again. He could feel the heat of the electric lights and the pressure from the men around him; he could feel their worries and their fears. Baka had no idea where he was going; all he could do was follow the crowd. They were running along a street.... no. It was an alley; the walls were too closed in to be a street. It was then that first gunshot cracked through the air. Baka winced, but he was the only one who did. The man behind him chuckled at this, but Baka didn't have time to bother him about this. Within seconds the entire troop entered an open street and the battle began. "Shin-Ra pigs!" a voice suddenly yelled out. It was amplified over a megaphone. "Go back to your tower and cower! We don't need your filth here! Open fire!" The street exploded into hell when guns opened fire. Baka was almost lost in the scurry as the Sentry and SOLDIERs scattered like cockroaches. Amidst the madness Baka was knocked to the ground and left blind in a world of noise and chaos. With no better idea of what to do, he got to his feet and spirited in the first direction that came to him. Within seconds he began to sense his surroundings again He could feel his surroundings from the echo of the gunshots. In a sense, he could 'see', and Baka saw that he was going in the worst direction possible; straight into the occupied building. Baka had half a mind to turn around and run like the scared little boy he was but reality has a funny way of dealing with things. As soon as Baka had decided to run a new sound came from straight ahead of him; a voice from behind a closed door. "He's rushing in!" it yelled. "I'll take him down, the bastard!" Baka's mind froze. He couldn't run and he couldn't hind, so the only option left was to eliminate the danger. A sudden rage built up in Baka's chest, a rage that threatened to make him explode unless he released it. Baka let out a ferocious scream and leapt into the air. On the other side of the door, the Avalanche recruit only had the time to raise his newly issued piece of shit assault rifle before the door before him was broken off his hinges and smashed into his face. The force threw him into the wall behind, unconscious and helpless. As the door fell on the man, Baka fell into the building and detected two men, one to his left and one to his right. They both let out a battle cry and began to charge, probably wielding knives or sub standard swords. Baka's mind went blank from the fight, leaving his body to take over. Baka jumped straight up into the air and kicked out to either side, kicking both men in chest hard enough to knock them both down. As he did this, Baka heard a comforting sound. "Charge!" the Third Class SOLDIER yelled out. The Sentry let out rallying cry and charged towards the building. The gunshots redoubled and the cries of victims appeared. A hand slapped Baka's back as the other SOLDIER entered the building. "Good attack, kid," he said with a laugh. "Didn't think you had it in you." "Had what in me?" Baka asked. "Later," the man said. You go left, I go right. I'll take out the basement and first floor, you work your way up. Alright?" "Right!" Baka exclaimed as he set out down the hall. "You're other left," the man said. "Right!" Baka exclaimed as he changed directions, ran down the hall and took down another Avalanche member with a hard kick to his face. The man fell to the ground, clutching his broken nose. Baka heard a scream from the opposite side of the house, signaling that his superior was hard at work. Baka took this as an example and swept through the house, taking down anybody he found. Within moments, he was on the second floor and face to face with what appeared to be the leader of the resistance cell. Although, to Baka he was just another target who desperately needed a kick to the face. Baka took a step forward only to be shot in the leg. Baka let out a gasp and stumbled backwards. His opponent let out a laugh and kicked Baka in the stomach, throwing him backwards out of an open window. Baka was deafened by the whistling of the wind as he fell into the ground with a sickening thud. With that, he simply lay there as he tried to catch his breath. It was then that Baka heard something else. Somebody was falling... towards him... from the second floor. Baka needed no more inspiration to roll out of the way, narrowly avoiding a sword strike aimed at his head. Baka rolled to his feet and everything became complicated with a glance of his ear. Two people, men, walking into the alleyway twenty feet behind Baka. A gun, a high quality pistol in the Avalanche leader's hand. A sword, the SOLDIER leader's now raised for a strike. The sword would come down on the enemy. The gun would go off. Baka would be shot. Baka didn't know much about morality, but he did know about death and that he would die if nothing happened. In a flash, Baka had cleared the distance between him and his opponent. Then, with one well placed kick, Baka hit the gun away from his adversary's hand as it fired. Before anything could happen past that, the Avalanche uprising was cut short as Baka's superior buried itself into his back. The man let out a wet sounding gasp before falling to the ground, dead. Baka's heart leapt to elation as he suddenly realized that he wasn't dead. However, his heart felt victory was cut short as a single sound filled the air. Weeping. Baka became still and slowly turned to face towards the sounds origin. It's an unfortunate thing when a SOLDIER dies fighting for what he believes in. However, what is even more despicable was when innocents had to die. The two bystanders had entered the equation, much against their wishes. Within seconds, Baka began to hear the fine details. One was on the ground and his breathing was labored. Within half a minute, the breathing slowed to a stop and Baka was left to stand dumbfounded in the survivor's wailing. He took a step forward and the wailing ceased. "Stay away!" the survivor screamed. "I'm here to help," Baka said. "I said stay away, you bastard!" "I..." "This is your fault!" the man shouted. "You brought them here? Do us a favor and just leave!" Baka was about to respond when a hand fell on his shoulder. It was his superior, and Baka could feel him offering his condolences as well as his advice to drop it. The two went back to the truck bed and waited for the Sentry to finish cleaning up. "I don't get it," Baka said suddenly after several minutes. "We came out here and risked our lives for them. Why do they hate us?" "They hate us because we're human," the SOLDIER replied. "These people want gods to come down and whisk away their problems for them, to make their lives perfect. They didn't get gods, they got us. We're not divine, we're Shin-Ra and we fight for whatever we can bring to them." "It just doesn't make any sense," Baka said sadly. "It's not about what makes sense," was the reply. "It's about what they want... what they need." Baka shook his head and sighed. "It just doesn't make any sense," he said quietly. Moments later, the Sentry returned and the truck departed for Shin-Ra tower. It was another job well done for Shin-Ra, but it was just one more excuse for discontent in Midgar, just as it always had been. |
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