Scardrac
Felsummer
AEON
Pt. 1
Operation : "Snow Whipped"
22:29, Two Night-Stalker helis bringing a team over blinding snow.
Only silence...
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The sound of metal tearing metal is heard...
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*thirty minutes later*
"Come on Mason, gotta get up!"
Adsca shouts to me, seeing I am alive.
I open my eyes, dazed.
Only shrapnel of black and flames sweep my vision
"Fuck, man, what happ-" A sharp pain is felt in my lower-left rib.
A piece of shrapnel is en-lodged into my torso.
"Woah, Mason, what's up."
I move a pile of snow off my torso, showing a tri-angular piece of the heli stuck in my rib.
"Woah-kay! We got wounded over here! Hang on, pal, we'll get ya' up."
Adsca' shouts to the other survivors.
"Pretty good flyin' there, Ben."
I try and laugh, but I regret it.
"Hey, wasn't his fault. Cause of crash is unknown."
Adsca defends the now-dead Ben.
As two medics from the other heli come to my aid, they carefully remove the shrapnel.
Adsca offers his arm for my aid.
"Good think your good 'ol soldier 127 spirit survived the crash"
Adsca mentions my squad call-number as he hauls me up.
I finally get a good look around. Two night-stalker helis down...
Seven survivors, none of Aeon squad killed. Two medics from before, two engineers trying to salvage what-can from the downed helis, One pilot, Adsca, and myself.
The snowdrifts whip at my torn clothes, all others having the same problem.
I'm not part of operations. Nor any Aeon.
Named Aeon for a reason...
We're eternal.
We're not part of operations. We got our mission, and we carry it out.
"Ey, 127, check over there."
Adsca points to my assigned weapon... Knows it's my favored, M4, he bumps my shoulder over to it.
"Go be a badass."
I walk over pass the first heli crash, doused flames, to the second less-damaged heli holding my weapon.
...
Only feet before it, blasts go off over the hills. I immediately take the weapon and find cover.
Not checking the mags is a terrible decision... I was still dazed from the crash.
I sprint off to find Adsca shooting off some enemy infantry coming over the hills.
I decide to join in with my own carbine. I quickly check it over...
Suppressor
Illuminator/Green laser sight
Loaded maga-...
"Dammit!"
I yell in frustration.
"What is it?!"
No time to explain, I run back to the heli, quickly searching for ammunition.
Rummaging, not watching my back, I hear Adsca give a faint shout... -Watch out!-
... Before I have time to turn, my torso is on the ground...
I hear the loading of a shotgun shell above me, knowing my head will soon be Swiss cheese.
-VRUU-
A .338 bullet flies straight through the attacker's head, and he lands on top of me.
I quickly turn, grabbing his weapon, and firing it at the remaining flankers.
The shotgun falls empty...
I quickly grab for my knife, gone.
I search the dead body once more, finding an unusual black knife, not standard for these soldiers.
The word "Go be a badass" echo through my head...
I quickly throw the body into the fires of the first heli, still raging with flame. I then hide within the sharp shrapnel of the cooled heli.
Not the best seat in the house...
Unable to see where I am in the black of night, the flankers still know I am here.
Adsca's holding his position, defending the medics and others... Where did that sniper shot come from?
I quickly think, understanding... I await the soldiers.
They search for their ally's body, and I make my strike.
Two standards stand before the flaming body of their ally.
Thinking to myself this is what we've been trained not to do... I quickly bolt for the backed-right soldier, quickly driving the odd knife into his neck.
-VRUU-
The other one falls dead, heart shot from the .338
Another Aeon has joined us.
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Quickly adjusting my headset, I try and get com through to home base, or at least another Aeon.
It works...
"Local broadcast, this is Soldier 127, we were being sent over the ice-plains in two night-stalkers! Reason of crash is unknown, we have seven survivors!
I'm part of Aeon squad, along with my squad-mate Ryan Adsca!
Location unkown, we're being attacked on east and north-west sides!
Does ANYONE hear us?!"
...
"Those fuckers drop easy."
A woman's voice comes through the headset.
I give a massive sigh of relief as I hear 850 is behind the sniper shots.
"Stop being a showoff and get your ass down here, Monter"
"Fine, fine, hold in there."
I salvage some ammo and go hold with the defense against the assault.
Five minutes later, the assault still holds against us, until Monter and her squad roll over hills, Monter and her spotter still up at the top of the hill.
"Dammit, Monter, get off your ass and get down here!"
Adsca always picks on Monter, probably just taking her pretty face instead of the thorn on the rose.
-VRUU-
More drop dead.
"Get off your lazy ass can kill something, Adsca."
"Both of you, Shut up. As squad commander I command you both to shut the hell up and cooperate!"
Both give off a loud sigh, and step up their game against the assault.
Dozens of soldiers begin to roll over the hill, we do
we don't really have enough supplies to hold them off, hopefully Monter's group get help us in doing so.
Monter's right flank helps take down many, but they soon drop.
A spotter and a .338 can't take down the dozens of shoulders coming from the long field.
The tables must turn. And they do.
I quickly run back to one of the helis, rummaging again. I find a shatterbomb.
Designed to make anyone nearby fall to their knees from the sound, most likely popping their eardrums.
The charge is electric, so I need not pull a pin.
I set the desired time of the bomb, and run back to cover with Adsca.
"Cover your ears, boys!"
And they do so, running back behind the second layer of cover.
The obvious bang is heard, and we bolt back from behind the cover.
Monter is already making her way down the hill, all the remaining infantry dazed.
Either deaf, blind or both... They are on their knees.
They are now only sitting ducks.
As my weapon gives out of ammo, only few remain.
Without feeling bad about the weapon, the infantry are starting to rise.
I pull out this strange knife I have gathered from the body, it seems to bring my good luck so far.
I use it in dispatching the remaining soldiers
The worlds "Go be a badass" still echo through my head.
"You sure tore 'em all a new one, 127."
"Shut up, get back to the helis."
Monter has no time to compliment me before I send us back to the heli.
Many wounds across all people, the medics get to work with limited time and supplies.
"Monter, get to work with the engineers and get the radios working."
We all sit in silence, waiting for something to happen.
The silence only kills us as much as the crash did.
The torches blaze as Monter gives directions on getting the radio out and working.
I look at the knife... To see what it really is, I never got a good look.
...
Extremely unusual, but combat effective. Light, but balanced.
It's a keeper, a definite war trophy.
I flip it around in my hand, the grip becoming comfortable for myself.
The grip is of odd material, unknown to me...
I shrug it off, going to find the correct scabbard for it from the dead body.
... I threw it into the fire. Great.
I sigh loudly, hearing others speak.
"Soldiers, get the radio out! You're being too damn slow, I can get it running in seconds, just get it out for me!"
All are suffering from the daze of recent events, nobody stopping to think why this happened.
"Adsca, what happened with the crash?"
"As said before, commander, cause is unkown."
"We were sitting right on our asses when it happened..."
Adsca shrugs it off, walking back to salvage most supplies.
I sigh, thinking the situation over. Snow lashing against my torn suit.
I go to rest my eyes, the wound from before had made me lower my breathing.
It had made me tired, with limited breathing and such heavy actions.
Not the best thing to do after an assault... but my eyes drop like the bodies seen today.
I feel a bump on my shoulder as I look over, Adsca pulls me up once more.
"Monter got the radio working, I've also salvaged some ammo and supplies."
"...Ugh, how long was I out?"
"Only an hour."
I rub my neck, waking up from a short rest.
"Had a nice rest, sleeping beauty?"
I don't let her tease get to me, I need to wake up.
I look down, my fist awkwardly clenched around the hilt of the knife.
I pull it out once more, looking at the odd blade.
"What's that, Mason?"
Him being the only one to call me by my last name, I don't glance back at Adsca.
"War trophy, Adsca."
"Looks like a damn futuristic machete, or something."
"Too light for that."
"Oh?"
I can feel the curiosity rising in him. He comes closer to take a look.
He holds his hand out, and I flip the blade into my fingers, giving the hilt to him.
He closely examines the blade... Himself seeing the combat advantages in the blade and hold.
"Pretty cool, Mason... Hopefully it lives up to its looks."
I take the blade back, I am not sure what he thinks of it. But he seems to like it.
I pack it away.
I check my bearings, and secure what I have. I walk back to the now-scavenged pile of supplies, ammo, and weapons.
"It's gonna' be a hellstorm getting back to base. Radio can get a signal, too bumped up..."
...
"We'll try and get something through our headsets once we're close enough."
Monter tries to make my day better... It's still not answering my question why we don't have an evac.
Something is up.
I decide to do an audio journal to pass the time.
"This is soldier 127, Ryan 'Slade' Mason, Operation : "Snow Whipped"
3:56, five hours after we crashed. We suffered an assault on our crash site. Only five originally held against the defense... Until another member of Aeon squad assisted the defense. I never got her full story on how she knew about the crash... The assault lasted longer than I thought, but three of ours were lost.
During a special fight, I have seemed to retrieve a special combat knife... Its jagged serrated blade is odd, but combat efficient. I want to learn more of it once we get back."
I end my audio journal, and head back to the others to start our way back.
"Before we came here, we had a jeep parked right after those hills I used as a nest. I need someone to go get it, and bring it back here so we can get supplies back... It'll be a bit snowy, but that thing'll power through."
Monter informs us of her jeep, and herself wouldn't be the best to retrieve it.
"I'll get it, I am best fit in the cold..."
I offer myself to go get the jeep, although it's best not to go alone.
"Asca, I want you to come and watch my six while I warm it up."
"Right, on it."
We start our walk over the hills.
We keep our eyes on every direction when moving through the trees.
Hands stiff around our weapons, we advance closer and closer.
We reach Monter's sniper nest, a clear view of the jeep down the hill.
Three enemy soldiers hold around the jeep, probably trying to get it running.
Two problems then... The jeep, and the tangos.
They all have their eyes set on the jeep itself, probably having too much confidence that their assault took us out.
We speak under our breaths.
"Adsca, we're going to have to take them down silently of course... But my M4 would bring too much attention. I'll have to take 'em out with my 'knife'..."
I flip my knife out, I have honestly no clue why I was drawn to using this.
Adsca draws out both his Beretta M9's... Both special edition, with fancy silencers on them.
"I got the left two, you get the far right."
Adsca gives his plan as he sets his sights on the left two.
Snow is light, and only about three quarters of a foot high. Our sounds are muffled.
We watch our tracks, advancing slowly. Only about 50 yards from the nest to the jeep.
I flip the knife around in my hand, getting a good grip on it.
The blade doesn't seem normal steel... Odd... I have no clue. But it works.
We're about ten feet away from the soldiers. Adsca stops to aim, giving me a nod to the soldier on the right. I keep going.
I quickly act, driving my knife into the man's neck. Quickly dispatching him.
But the middle soldier saw me in the corner of his eye, and he moves just in time to drive off Adsca's aim.
"No!"
Adsca tries to take another shot.
"Shit!!!"
I shout, quickly pulling my knife out of the man's neck, and throwing it at the still living soldier.
...
It deepens its blade into his heart, odd enough it went through?
The blade was a good two inches or three inches in, awkwardly angled with his armor.
But he's dead. No need to double-tap. But I do go do end off the shot soldier, confirming his death.
"Fantastic."
I say this, being somewhat irritated with Adsca. Although I do not blame him. The cold isn't his best... Numb fingers, maybe.
No matter, I enjoyed ripping their necks open.
"Adsca, get the jeep alive."
He nods to me, and continues to work on the pile of frozen metal.
