Midday, Day 12
After the death of Izipo, there was no rejoicing, no pats on the back or anything of that sort. Life went on as usual for the remaining six, with D’Artagnan59 receiving the most support as the newest platoon leader while the votes piled up against thomas.berubeg once again. With only a handful of days remaining, the end was in sight. In fact, it would come sooner than they expected.
D’Artagnan had been assigned to this mission as a specialist of sorts. While publicly he had revealed himself as an assassin, truth was he was obligated to kill whomever Command deemed necessary. After the botched mission and the ensuing demise of the Insurgent Leader at the hands of the Rogues, his sole objective now lay in taking out one of the Rogues responsible for this whole mess. The death of his friend Methos had jarred him greatly, and even though the Rogues had done him a favor in taking out Izipo, he still had unfinished business.
With thomas.berubeg being revealed as the murderer of Methos, he could focus his energies in having the cook taken out. “What loyalist would kill one of their own?” he thought. Thomas
had to be the Rogue they were looking for, and the thought of him killing Methos in cold blood enraged him to a boil.
"METHOS, I SHALL AVENGE YOU!!!" he shouted to the sky.
Just then, a pair of bright red lights flashed to the sky over the southern horizon, as if answering his call. The rest of the squad noticed this as well, and they all stopped their march if only for a moment to deduce exactly what it was. The pair of lights disappeared into the cloud cover for a brief moment, but the trace of the light could be seen forcing its way through the storm. They seemed to arch northward, destined to pass overhead and vanish without much incident. Truth be told, things happened much differently.
The pair of red lights now made a 180-degree turn in the sky and headed straight down towards the ground. A few hundred feet of the ground their course changed once again, leveling out at tree top height – if trees existed in a desert that is. The pair of emblazoned red lights seemed to appear headed directly for the squad and if they kept their current course, would pass precariously close right overhead.
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Five minutes earlier, Aboard Command Naval Vessel Impending Retribution.
“Sir, coordinates have been received from Lone Wolf. Waiting on your order.”
Captain Charles Whitower calmly walked over the private’s station. A former navy pilot, after his early retirement from flying due to his diminishing eye sight, he had quickly rose through the ranks of the navy to earn the command of the
Impending Retribution. The ship was a new breed of warship, capable of precision missile strikes or through its air wing, able to ferry in ground troops to a hot zone. Thirteen days earlier, a lone C-130 had catapulted off of its deck carrying a load of troops on a top-secret mission. A day after that, he had sent a pair of Apaches from the 463rd Rotary Wing as support and when they didn’t return, he had known something was amiss. Protocol dictated on these missions that no radio contact from the ship to the imperiled squad could be made, lest they had been captured and now the enemy was listening in. When the ship had been pinged five minutes earlier on the distress frequency, Whitower knew it was one of his pilots trying to contact the ship.
“Give me a visual of the coordinates.”
As if reading the Captain’s mind, the private instantly called up a satellite image of the position. Six men appeared on screen, five appearing normal while one flashed.
“What the hell happened? There had been fifty men sent on that C-130. Now only six?” The question went unanswered.
“Sir, Lone Wolf has painted a confirmed Insurgent. Has requested authorization for Operation Nightfall.”
Whitower tried his best to hide his angst. Operation Nightfall was a last-ditch mission used only when no other options were available. In a nutshell, Operation Nightfall consisted of a pair of surface-to-surface missiles obliterating whatever the target was. In case of his pilots being captured by enemy forces with no hope for rescue, the pilot could in effect sacrifice himself to eliminate his captors. It was the old military mantra of killing one to save a hundred. Now, his pilot had requested the doctrine be used on an insurgent among a handful of what presumably were the remnants of the squad. This was not a decision to be made lightly.
“What other confirmation do we have supporting his claim?”
“Sir, Lone Wolf has also mentioned the presence of traitorous elements on the squad. Says during the night the squad had been slowly killing itself in a barbaric attempt to oust the offenders. Says the Rogues are still at large.”
Now this was new. It was the sort of thing that should go upstairs to the higher ups. Surveying the terrain once more, he found he had little time to deliberate. The men would soon be in the depths of a valley were the missiles could not be used. He poured over what intelligence he had but still thirsted for more. If his pilot was correct, and there was little to prove otherwise, the rescue mission scheduled whenever an emergency beacon was activated at the extraction point could possibly be bringing these Rogue elements aboard ship. Problem was, he had no idea of finding out who they were once aboard. As captain of the vessel, his duty first and foremost was the safety and security of his vessel. Under no circumstances could he risk compromising the integrity of his ship. “Kill one to save a hundred,” he reminded himself. With that, he gave the command: “Fire when ready.”
With that, a pair of
Thunderfall surface-to-surface missiles launched from the mini silos that protruded out from the ship’s superstructure. As the red trail of the missiles disappeared into the clouds, Whitower hoped he had made the right call. Either way, he’d have to live with the consequences.
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D’Artagnan looked at the incoming missiles and was unable to move. Frozen by a combination of horror and confusion, he stood there like a deer in the headlights. The rest of the squad was as transfixed as him with the sole exception of Love. He had managed to find some cover behind the nearest object, which in this case was a rock just large enough to provide protection for his slender frame. As the missiles got closer, others found it in themselves to scramble in all directions, but it was too little too late.
The pair of warheads arched downward at D’Artagnan. During his final seconds of life he had managed a futile scream while ducking. The impact of the warheads and the ensuing explosion knocked everyone to the ground if they weren’t there already. Shrapnel flew in all directions with some peppering Love’s rock with lethal shards of molten metal. When the fireball had diminished and the resulting carnage had ended, the survivors slowly emerged to check on themselves and everyone else.
Thomas.berubeg had been hit in the leg and torso badly. CCRunner, who himself was miraculously unscathed, ran over to him to try and patch up the suspected Rogue. Thomas was beyond help; blood poured from the severed artery in his leg and he slowly went into shock. His last words that only CCRunner could hear were “It wasn’t me. I swear, it wasn’t me.” With that, his eyes transfixed themselves on the sky, which now was beginning to unleash a torrent of rain and wind. CCRunner carefully laid the deceased back on the ground and ran over to Love, who had been circling aimlessly around the crater that had now taken the place of D’Artagnan.
“I got him. He’s dead. I got him.”
“What are you talking about?” CCRunner wasn’t sure if Love was in a state of shock, telling a very scary truth, or a little of both.
“D’Artagnan wanted to kill people at night. Wanted thomas.berubeg tied up so he could kill him while another could kill Tasslehoff. He was the last rogue. It’s over. We’ve won.”
“I called in that airstrike. I knew D’Artagnan had to be the last one. He had to be. Who kills people at night and is a loyalist? No one, that’s who.”
Chandrasekhar approached the two. “So it’s over and I hear we’ve taken out all of the Rogues? Love could barely contain himself. “Yes, it’s over! I saved – ”
“CRACK”
Love’s head exploded as a round hit home. CCRunner recoiled in horror as Love dropped dead, but Chandrasekhar stood there, calm as he’s always been.
“Guess he was wrong about getting all of the Rogues, eh CC?”
CCRunner turned pale white. He looked at Chandrasekhar as if seeing him for the first time. “You. Y..y..YOU! No…no… you didn’t… can’t… no…”
A small grin spread across the Chaplain’s face. Yes, CCRunner. The answer you’re looking for is ‘yes.’ Do you have any idea why we’re here? And no, I don’t mean from a philosophical standpoint as to why our souls are on this planet. I mean, do you know why we’re here fighting this war? Do you have any clue at all?”
CCRunner stood there in total stunned silence. His eyes stared blankly ahead at Chandrasekhar.
“No? Well, let me enlighten you. You see, Command started this whole war to fill its coffers. The men responsible for starting the conflict also control the corporations that have lined up to extract all of the resources out of this country and sell them at super-inflated costs. Not only that, but Command’s got its hands in every defense contractor whipping up all sorts of goodies, including the pair of
Thunderfall missiles that obliterated D’Artagnan. Every missile they make, Command and its money obtained from taxpayers buys and the men running these corporations get rich from the war. It’s a never-ending machine that feeds itself. Only way to destroy it is to drive the cost of running the missions required to keep the war running through the roof as to eliminate their profit margin. Once the war for these corporate moguls runs in the red long enough, they’ll be forced to stop or go out of business.”
CCRunner finally found his bearings. “You don’t honestly think that a failed mission here is going to make a difference to those people? There’s no way you alone can end the war this way. What you’re doing is treason! You expect me to support what you’re doing? Think of the damage you’ve done! All of the men you’ve murdered! Yeah, I hate the fact that the companies are turning huge profits at our expense, but your plan is absurd! If you think I’m going to support you and your insane treasonous plan, you’re terribly wrong.”
“Well, it
obviously isn’t just me. There are more of us in other squads and military branches that believe in our cause. Take my friend merciary. He knew what we knew, and you all had the audacity to kill him. Isn’t that treason too? I mean, there was no way you could have known he was one of us at the time. You’re just as guilty of treason as us; only difference we have a cause, whereas you have just your selfish desire to stay alive. Well, I think I’ve said enough now. I’ll give you one more chance. Care to help put an end to this thing?”
“Never. I’ll never join you and your treasonous cause.”
“Alright, that’s okay. Say, you were pretty good at healing everyone just so you know. Just out of curiosity, how good are you at healing severe spinal injuries?”
Before CCRunner could answer, Chandrasekhar had quickly grabbed his head and twisted it violently. Without a sound, CCRunner collapsed to the ground, lifeless like the desert itself. Nahkarma emerged from the cliff he had positioned himself on during the events, with a large sniper rifle slung over his shoulder. The two hovered over CCRunner’s body and congratulated themselves for a mission well done.
“Nice work Nahkarma. Knew I could count on you until the end. Command will be forced to cut back missions now. We’ll tell them the insurgents are stronger than we anticipated. There’s no way their greedy minds will continue the war.”
“Maybe. If not though, we’re going to have more work to do,” answered the sniper.
Chandrasekhar smiled. “Indeed. Indeed we will.”
The two trekked the next two days with breakneck speed. With no loyalists to slow them down, the two made great time to the extraction point. Once they activated the rescue beacon, the helicopter arrived shortly after to take the two back to ship. Before they boarded, two Marine guards greeted them bearing .50 caliber machine guns not unlike “Big Tom.” Before they were let aboard, the two had a few questions for the men.
“Who are you?” bellowed one of the guards over the blades of the helicopter.
“Chaplain Chandrasekhar, and this is the sniper Nahkarma. We’re all that’s left.”
“Where’s the rest of your squad?”
“Killed. Ambushes by insurgents after our botched mission knocked down our numbers by the day.”
“Alright, few more questions before we let you aboard. What’s the name of the military base you started this mission on?”
“We weren’t on a land base. We shipped out on a missile cruiser.”
“Alright, what’s the name of the ship?” He looked at Nahkarma now.
“Impending Retribution.”
“Alright. You can board now. There’s going to be an extensive debriefing for you two. Command’s got a lot of question they need answered. Try to get some rest before we land. I can’t promise you two anything else before then.”
Chandrasekhar looked at Nahkarma. He gave him a small grin. The real fun was about to begin.
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Let me be the first to congratulate the Chandrasekhar, Nahkarma, and merciary on a Rogue Victory!
I would like to thank everyone who participated in my game and I hope you all enjoyed playing it as much as I had fun hosting it. I would also like to thank those of you who sent me player updates as the game went on. While I couldn’t acknowledge what you had sent me, I can definitely say your stories/plots/whatever kept this extremely entertaining for me.
Now for the winners!
For obtaining their Victory Condition, accomplishing their goal and surviving: Chandrasekhar and Nahkarma.
For obtaining their Victory Condition and accomplishing their goal: merciary
For accomplishing their goal and surviving: CCRunner.
For accomplishing their goal: Izipo and Stuck in Pi.
For surviving: Love and thomas.berubeg.
Starting PM’s will be posted shortly.
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{{Disclaimer: This game is in no way shape or form a reflection of my political views regarding the current overseas conflicts. I have nothing but the utmost respect and admiration for those serving my country overseas, and hope they all come home safely}}