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Character Creation Contest #15
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My entry :)
Fort Wadsworth, week 1
General Colton looked at the photos on his desk, his face emotionless as his eyes danced across the pictures. Beside him stood Major-General Hawk, his arms folded as he also looked at the pictures.
“What do you think?” asked Colton as he leant back in his chair.
“Some of them think this American Idol,” replied Hawk “And not a G.I Joe recruitment drive. And this one!” Hawk stabbed a finger onto a picture of a young Asian man in glasses “Cobra must think we’re stupid!”
“You picked him too.” said Colton with a wry smile “Falcon and Roadblock have taken him out for some ‘special manoeuvres’”
Hawk laughed “Poor guy. So what about these other seven?”
“Run them till we only have one left!” said Colton as he looked out the window to the seven recruits standing in the rain holding sodden battlepacks above their heads. “I’d like to take them all but our budget allows for only one.”
**
Fort Wadsworth, week 4
Sergeant Slaughter looked at the five very tired recruits standing before him. So far they’d endured essentially the hardest parts of Spetsnatz, SAS, Mossad, Delta Force and SEAL Team 6 entry training rolled into a three week course, only two dropping out.
“Sound off maggots!”
“Wellington, Emma! Code name Grey Zone!”
“Tamm, Jeremy! Code name Sea Eagle!”
“Cook, Jon! Code name Hot Box!”
“Harada, Monica! Code name Dragon Claw!”
“Sulley, Mike! Code name Monster!”
Slaughter shook his head at their call signs “You maggots will now have five minutes of personal time. Then we move onto some ACTUAL hard training! Hoo-Urr!”
**
Fort Wadsworth, week 5
“And then there were three!” growled Slaughter at the exhausted recruits before him; Sea Eagle, Hot Box and Monster. “Attention!”
They snapped to attention as Slaughter circled them like a shark around a bleeding swimmer.
“You’re next task is simple. You will have eight hours of personal time before you will run Tiger Force obstacle course. It is a live fire exercise! Rock’n’Roll, Zap, Hardball and Tripwire will be actively trying to kill you! You will NOT! I repeat, YOU WILL NOT DIE! That is a direct order! Do you get me?”
“WE GET YOU SIR!”
Fort Wadsworth, week 6
Duke looked at the two remaining recruits; Sea Eagle & Hot Box. They looked like death could come along any moment at take the off. Duke took a seat as he flipped through their files.
“Sea Eagle. Airborne infantry specialising in BASE jumping and HALO. We’ve already got a jumper, name of Ripcord. I’ve also got Altitude, Airborne, Freefall and a dozen others in Sky Patrol. Why do I need you?”
“BASE jumping and HALO are two totally different disciplines sir!” replied Sea Eagle.
“You’ve got an accent” remarked Duke.
“So do you sir!”
“Australian?”
“Sir, yes sir?”
Duke looked over at Hot Box “And you. Pyrotechnics and flamethrower expert. We’ve got Blowtorch, Charbroil, Barbeque, even Roadblock can use a flamethrower!”
“Not like me” remarked Hot Box with a glint in his eye.
“You’re both good,” said Duke “Very good, but we can only take one. Your final test is to enter that building. Your mission is to hit…” He paused and waited as Snake Eyes seemingly stepped out of thin air before them “Snake Eyes. Take whatever weapons you need.”
Snake Eyes bowed slightly to the recruits, Duke tapping him on the shoulder “Be nice”
**
Fort Wadsworth, infirmary week 7
General Colton, Duke and Snake Eyes marched into the ward. Lying in bed with a bruised jaw, black eye and recovering from a concussion was Sea Eagle. He tried to sit up to salute, fumbled and then gave up.
“At ease soldier” said Colton.
“Fankyousir” mumbled Sea Eagle as he glared at Snake Eyes.
“Welcome to the Joes!” said Duke “You passed.”
Sea Eagle smiled. Snake Eyes pointed to his eyes and then back at Sea Eagle before leaving the room.
“How exactly did you hit Snake?” asked Colton admiring Eagle’s injuries.
“I bit him” chuckled Sea Eagle.
40,000ft above Cobra Island, week 11
Sea Eagle stood in the door way of the Joe Transport, fingers gripped into the metal door as the wind tried to suck him out into the sky.
“Are we clear?” yelled Ripcord over the drone of the engines.
“Crystal!” yelled Sea Eagle “High altitude, low open, glide in via wingsuit, plant beacon, wait for Recondo and Jinx, don’t die!”
“You’ll do okay” laughed Ripcord as he pushed him out of the plane. Sea Eagle howled with joy as he free fell towards the stronghold of the enemy.
“THIS IS THE BEST THING!”
Stats:
SEA EAGLE
(BASE & HALO Jumper)
File name: Tamm, JeremySN: AUS33786CC
Primary Military Specialty: Airborne Infantry
Secondary Military Speciality: Demolition, Unarmed Combat
Birthplace: Canberra, ACT, AustraliaGrade: E-3
Sea Eagle joined the RAAF cadets and progressed into the RAAF in his late teens. Began specialising BASE, HALO and sky drops, also participating in the X-Games in his time off. Lent out to the US and the UK air forces to train them. Joined the G.I Joe force to further career and make a difference.
Yellow One
The earpieces made the barest squelch as a mic came to life. A baritone voice barked, "This is Yellow One! I'll be in position by the time the rest of you are done!" The Joe behind the voice gunned a bright yellow Humvee up a rough mountain road, headlights bouncing to the right and left a little bit, but with a firm grip on the wheel. The Hummer sported a big white circle on the hood with the number one in the center. "Let me know where you're at, Joes! Sound off!" The earpieces clicked silent.
Blue Two
Another mic flared and the earpieces this time broadcast the sound of a dirt track motorbike. "Yo Joe! This is Blue Two! One distraction, headed for the hot zone! Be there in ninety seconds!" The rider popped a wheelie just before jumping a small hill. The blue motorcycle bore a white circle on the side with the number two in the center. The engine whined faster just before the earpieces went silent.
Red Three
Immediately following Blue Two, another mic went live and a quiet voice responded, "Red Three, in position. Eyes on Purple Four. Yo Joe." Then nothing. Having already breached the target structure, Red Three crouched in shadows, peering from the side of a window, across the street at the shapely figure of Purple Four.
Purple Four
A tall, ebony woman sat casually at a sidewalk bar table, across the street from the ski lodge. The lodge's main atrium was almost completely glass walls. She took a sip of her beer, and wondered what the place looked like in winter. She smiled demurely as she spoke into her mic. "Purple Four, in position, ready for Green Six. Enjoy your view, Red Three. Yo Joe." Red Three made no response.
Orange Five
Purple Four had barely finished transmitting when another mic squelched, and the earpieces sounded with, "It ain't like that, Four. He's marr...Ouch! Mannn! Sonuvag..." the mic went silent for two beats, then continued, "...Mm! Sorry! Last wire got me! Orange Five in position. Final charge is set, power's ready to go. Eyes on Green Six. Dang! Yo Joe."
Green Six
Green Six smiled broadly at the passersby, and spoke into her mic, "Yo Joe. Green Six, approaching the main door. I'll be there twenty seconds ahead of Blue Two. Orange Five, keep your eyes in your head, hon'." She spied Orange Five in the shadows of the side of the lodge, and saw his shoulders slump a little. She smiled wider as she made eye contact with the first guard.
Brown Seven
From his spot in a tree, the man acting as the squad's sniper answered, "Brown Seven in position. Scope on two bogies upstairs, five bogies downstairs. Might be more outside the atrium. I do not have eyes on objective. Yo Joe." Then it was silent once more.
Black Eight
The earpieces were quiet for another two seconds, and Yellow One cut in, "Black Eight! Are you in position?"
Another second, and the radio came alive with, "She'll be comin' 'round the mountain when she commes! She'll be comin' 'round the mountain when she commmes! She'll be comin' 'round the mountain, she'll be..." the earpieces squelched as the transmission cut short.
Yellow One jumped in, "Then Yo Joe! You're all a go! Get in the mix and bring it home, Green Six!" The radios went silent.
*******
The guard at the door took a moment to appreciate the woman coming his way, before waving her off, "Sorry, lady, the lodge is closed. Off season."
Green Six continued up the stairs undeterred, smiling big. She let the Southern drawl drip from her voice as she answered, "Oh honey, I know, but I'm lookin' for a friend, and I simply must use the powder room! Trust me, I am too far away from my hotel to make it back in time."
The guard scowled, "Then use the bar across the street. The lodge is closed."
Green Six scrunched her nose in the direction of the bar. "Oh, darlin', no. That'll never do. Besides, you let him in."
"Who..." the guard started, but was interrupted by the high whine of a motorcycle engine. He turned in time to see a motorcycle jump the ridge and go crashing through the glass on the far side of the atrium. "What the hoog!" he shouted as he went down from a knee to the groin. Automatic weapons fire sounded from within.
"Well there's my friend now, sugah! Thanks for your help," said Green Six, already headed up the remaining steps to the door.
From the ground, the guard reached into his jacket for a gun, but before he could draw it, he heard a rich voice with a hint of French warn, "I wouldn't do that, were I you." He looked back in surprise, just in time to see the black boot of Purple Four swinging at his face. His head snapped backwards and he fell unconscious. She picked up his gun and moved along the left of the building, towards the side.
In the atrium, Blue Two had landed on one of the gunmen downstairs with his motorcycle. Rolling into a crouch, he had taken out one downstairs with multiple shots, and one upstairs as he ran for cover behind one of the atrium's support columns. Single rifle shots sounded from outside as Brown Seven fired into the atrium, taking out one gunman upstairs who was trained on Blue Two, one downstairs who was trying to circle around, and two who came in from the side, on the upper level.
At the door, Green Six used a knife to take out a man who had charged her. Using him as a shield to catch several bullets, she fired under his arm and caught her would-be killer in the chest, across the atrium floor. As a lower door swung open into the atrium, she shot the first two that came out, threw a flashbang at the rest, and shot two more before it went off just inside the doorway. The stunned gunmen inside never had a chance to recover. Green Six took the remaining five out with a series of knives, close quarter gunshots, and even one well placed punch to the back of a man's neck, dropping him instantly.
As she started down the hallway, the power went out, and a series of explosions sounded from all over the resort. She tapped her right temple, and the night vision in her contacts kicked in. She definitely liked the Joe technology. She turned the corner and was surprised to see bodies littering the hallway. She heard a sharp crack and another man flew into view from the next corner, laid out on top of one his compatriots. She hugged the wall briefly, until she saw Purple Four step around the corner and give her a thumbs up. Green Six sprinted down the hall, and they took the stairs together, Four scouting ahead, and Six watching their backs.
They opened the door to the second floor cautiously, but were greeted by more bodies, and no sign of Red Three. Four tapped Six on the shoulder. She pointed to her ear, and then to a closed room down the hall, where they heard the loud cracks of punches, and the grunts of the man being punched. They moved swiftly down the hall, stepping over bodies as they went. Purple Four motioned a three count, then kicked the door in. Six popped in at a crouch, and said, "Heya, boys." There was a man in the center of the room, duct taped to a chair, two men working him over, and a third man standing close by with a gun. Green Six fired twice, taking the gunman in the chest and head. Purple Four stood behind her, and took the two thugs out with headshots. She quickly put a hand on Six's head, keeping her from standing, and sent a knife sailing into a fourth man who burst from a bathroom on the right.
The two women advanced into the room and cut the tape from the captive's arms and ankles. Six said, "We're here to get you out, sir."
"Can you walk?" asked Purple Four.
Through split and swollen lips, the man said, "If it gets us out, I'll dance a tango." Green Six admired him instantly for wit in the face of torture. Four slid one hand under his arm and helped him up. They started for the door, when a gunman burst from an adjoining room. Four moved to shield the man they rescued, but he moved suddenly, grabbing a knife from her waist, throwing her to one side with a palm strike to her chest, and sending the knife into the gunman, all in seemingly one movement.
A second gunman stepped from the door and ordered, "Freeze," having the drop on all three. Something skittered across the floor, and he looked down to see a string of beads, some of which looked like skulls. "What the..." and the rest was drowned out with a bang.
Red Three took three steps into the room and tossed a flashbang into the adjoining room. He rushed in quickly, popped off one round, and called, "Clear!" Coming back into the room, he snapped, "Go! Get him downstairs!" Then into the mic, "Yellow One, this is Red Three! We have secured the objective and are headed to the front! What's your E.T.A.?" He snatched the beads from the floor before running out behind Four, Six, and their rescue.
Yellow One answered, "I'll be there in ten, my friend!"
As he caught up to Green Six, she asked, "A Memento Mori?"
"My son gave it to me. He told me I'd 'better bring it back'." He shoved it in a pocket as they ran.
They rushed down the stairs, through the hallways, and burst into the atrium, heading for the front door. Blue Two was holding the door open, rolling his arm like a third base coach, motioning them to keep going. All five hustled down the steps to the yellow Hummer waiting for them in the street. Brown Seven was sprinting from the woods on the other side. They piled in and Yellow One sped forward to meet Orange Five, who was now sprinting from the far end of the street. Green Six swung a door open for him, and he jumped in as soon as the Hummer stopped. Taking off again, One called, "Hey, Five! They all alive?"
Five slapped the back of the front seat, "The charges set off the fire systems all over the resort, and the tourists they were using for cover evacuated smoothly! They were hustled into the 'tour busses' we had waiting, and are on their way down the mountain now! We're good to go!"
Yellow One tapped his mic and barked, "Yo, Black Eight! We're out the gate! Bring the pain and make it rain! LZ in three!"
Just before dipping over the rise, Purple Four looked out the back window of the Hummer, and saw a chopper swinging around the other side of the peak, "comin' 'round the mountain," just like Black Eight had said. Their earpieces crackled, "YEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAHHHHHHH! I got a big can of whoop-it, and I brought enough for everybody! Get some, boys! YOOOOOO JOE!" Firing off several Hellfire missiles, the entire resort was leveled and burning in seconds. Several seconds after that, the Apache was passing them overhead. It was all black, and had a giant white circle on the underside, with an eight in the center.
Approximately three minutes later, they arrived at the landing zone, where Black Eight was already waiting. Yellow One came to a stop, and looking at their rescue, said, "This is your ride, sir."
Brown Seven had jumped out and was getting the man's door, "Sir, if you'll come with me, I'll get you into the cockpit." They rushed over to the copter, and once he was secured, Black Eight lifted off again. Brown Seven ran back to the Humvee and jumped in again. "Alright! Let's get home! Yo Joe!"
"Yo Joe!" the group answered back.
“Home and debrief in fourteen hours,” called Yellow One, and they continued down the mountain.
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