Allanea
27-03-2004, 23:20
Jay August, Allanean highschool history teacher and shooting instructor, looked at his pupils. There were ten of them - the School Markmanship team - the best marksmen in his county, (OOC: NOT country, county), based on the medals. Here were all of them: Alex Norton, the geekish practical rifle competitor, with his shirt pockets full of rifle magazines, his hands gripping his M-16AL rifle nervously, his eyes blinking from under his thick-framed glasses; Sheila Pollock, 1st place, service rifle competition. If the school had cheerleaders, she'd be one. Right now, she was busy attaching an M203 grenade launcher to her rifle.. The launcher was, of course, stolen from the schools armoury.
Then there was the Kennet twins, two blonde boys leaning on their rifles and staring at Sheila. Sheila loved Peter Jacobs, he thought - not that Peter cared right now. Every girl liked Peter, but he only cared about Kayla Petersen, the freckled redhead next to him. Then there was Martin, the fat "sniper" who carried his fathers M700 PSS instead of the regular M-16AL, Johny with his M4-AL shorty that his father bought him before even the Special Forces got their pic, and Linda with her Remington 870. She wasn't less dangerous than everybody else - she just happened to be the county trapshooting champion.
And he, their favourite teacher, was going to get them all killed.
"Today, children, we're going to help fulfil Allanea's destiny. We're going to help free Axackal. And, most importantly, we're going to kill Edolians."
There were happy grins in the room. August has brainwashed them thoroughly...
"Everybody got a handgun? A knife? Peter, Kayla, did you bring the grenades? John Kennet, your launcher?"
"Yes, Mr. August" said the boy, waving the RPG-7 launcher he stole from the school armoury a month before.
"Good. Jack, help your brother to carry the grenades"
The grenades, five PG-30 Allanean-made grenades, could pierce the armour on an Edolian MBT.
"And I'll add this", said the teacher, grabbing the Strela-3 launcher. "Only one shot, but I hope it will do.
Luck was with them, as they suceessfully crossed the 2 km safety zone inside Axackal without being noticed.
* * *
"Excuse me, Mr. August? What's that tractor?"
Jay August look a long look at the military atractor lumbering along some 50 meters away from their hideout, guarded by four Edolian soldiers on foot and two in a military Jeep.
"Okay kids, these are the Edolian aggressors, building some form of embattlements" He took off his rifle and loaded it. "At my command... fire!"
The driver of the tractor didn't even have time to scream as a 6.5mm Grendel round took his skull apart. Simultaneously, Alex, Shila, and the Kenneth twins exterminated the escort. The jeep driver slumped forward on the wheel as Martin hit him under the chin.
The two slugs that hit the passenger of the jeep were slowed down by the bullet-resistant vest, and so he could radio the words that changed history:
"Taking heavy fire. Losses. Need backup now!"
"Let's move on." - ordered August
Then there was the Kennet twins, two blonde boys leaning on their rifles and staring at Sheila. Sheila loved Peter Jacobs, he thought - not that Peter cared right now. Every girl liked Peter, but he only cared about Kayla Petersen, the freckled redhead next to him. Then there was Martin, the fat "sniper" who carried his fathers M700 PSS instead of the regular M-16AL, Johny with his M4-AL shorty that his father bought him before even the Special Forces got their pic, and Linda with her Remington 870. She wasn't less dangerous than everybody else - she just happened to be the county trapshooting champion.
And he, their favourite teacher, was going to get them all killed.
"Today, children, we're going to help fulfil Allanea's destiny. We're going to help free Axackal. And, most importantly, we're going to kill Edolians."
There were happy grins in the room. August has brainwashed them thoroughly...
"Everybody got a handgun? A knife? Peter, Kayla, did you bring the grenades? John Kennet, your launcher?"
"Yes, Mr. August" said the boy, waving the RPG-7 launcher he stole from the school armoury a month before.
"Good. Jack, help your brother to carry the grenades"
The grenades, five PG-30 Allanean-made grenades, could pierce the armour on an Edolian MBT.
"And I'll add this", said the teacher, grabbing the Strela-3 launcher. "Only one shot, but I hope it will do.
Luck was with them, as they suceessfully crossed the 2 km safety zone inside Axackal without being noticed.
* * *
"Excuse me, Mr. August? What's that tractor?"
Jay August look a long look at the military atractor lumbering along some 50 meters away from their hideout, guarded by four Edolian soldiers on foot and two in a military Jeep.
"Okay kids, these are the Edolian aggressors, building some form of embattlements" He took off his rifle and loaded it. "At my command... fire!"
The driver of the tractor didn't even have time to scream as a 6.5mm Grendel round took his skull apart. Simultaneously, Alex, Shila, and the Kenneth twins exterminated the escort. The jeep driver slumped forward on the wheel as Martin hit him under the chin.
The two slugs that hit the passenger of the jeep were slowed down by the bullet-resistant vest, and so he could radio the words that changed history:
"Taking heavy fire. Losses. Need backup now!"
"Let's move on." - ordered August