Post by Sparty McFly on Sept 19, 2010 12:08:55 GMT -5
(OoC: Same basic scenario as Sev's story, applied MUCH, MUCH differently.)
The soldier stared forwards, his C7 in hand. It was his trustiest gun: one that had seen him through a lot. But this... this was impossible. He never knew that it could happen, never thought, and would have scoffed at the thought had it been said. It had taken years since the last time America had tried it, and although they weren't doing it this time it was official now and there was nothing he could do about it.
The Chinese were attacking Canada. They wanted the USA's scalp.
RCR Hanley, an Army base, was the first to pick up the attack as the Chinese flooded into the Yukon territories. They were using blitzkrieg tactics: moving quickly and effectively. The Yukon didn't last long... the entire North was painted the bad kind of red within a week.
RCR Hanley, CFS Alert, CFNA HQ Whitehorse, CFNA HQ Yellowknife... Those four bases, three of them offering all services, had fallen within the span of a week.
They flooded into Canada from the top-end, quickly destroying what bases there were that stood in its path. The Praries were the first to go: British Columbia followed. Quebec was holding out, but predictions estimated it to fall within the next month. Ontario... well, there was barely any of it left.
There were few bases, and he turned to recite the bases that remained. He had lost everything: his wife and kids. He was a lone wolf now, though his wife wasn't killed, his kids were in a tragic school accident.
CFB Halifax, CFS St. John's, CFB Gander, CFB Greenwood, LFAATC Aldershot...
Those were the only four military bases remaining. Of them, none were army but the all-purpose Aldershot base: every other Canadian Forces base was destroyed or taken over.
He didn't list CFB North Bay. Because he was going to die here... but he would make them remember. The US had finally grown a pair and volunteered to use a TNW on Canadian soil: Canada sent the lone wolf and a doomed squad to stall the Chinese until the nuke could arrive.
Clutching his C7, affixed with an M203 grenade launcher and C9 machinegun ACOG, he waited patiently for the Chinese. And they came.
However, he had friends with him. Four. They had manned rocket launchers and heavy machine-guns and the first Chinese wave was gunned down and blown up where they ran in. However, there would be more, and they all knew that. The second wave came in. They were taken out, but one of the Chinese tanks had managed to fire a shell at Rocket Launcher 1. One of his friends was in that launcher and he barely moved before impact. Strike one down, four more to go.
They fell back to the next defensive line, as the third wave came in and they gunned them down. Rocket launchers flared in desperateness to stop the invading Chinese tanks, but it was useless. The lone wolf that he was, he flitted up to Jack Garland Airport. There he would make his final stand.
The first wave of infantry came in and he gunned them all down with his C7. Second wave... prey for the grenade launcher. Third wave... grenade'd.
The fourth wave was trickier, as an APC started firing in and he had to duck for cover. He managed to destroy it with a very lucky forty mil... but that left him with zero grenades and just two spare mags for his gun. The Chinese came fast and furious... soon his AR-15 derivative ran out of ammunition. He grabbed a QBZ, quickly familiarized himself with how to load and fire, and then turned it on the next few Chinese.
However, it was too much. At this point he knew his friends were dead. He finally was forced onto the tarmac of Jack Garland, where he was shot several times and killed.
He played dead until the soldiers left. Knowing that they'd be back, he fingered into his pocket and pulled out a picture...
It was the five friends he stood with today. They were at a bar, clinking glasses together in a toast to his second pregnancy. Joel was born two months later: him and their daughter Nancy had been stricken when a beam from the gym impaled them both. They died on the scene, with emergency workers unable to remove them. His wife... she almost killed herself, but later contracted H1N1. In a rare case, she was killed.
A single tear slid down his eye as he looked at the picture, before he heard a foot tap. He looked up. It was a Chinese soldier. He had a look of regret on his face.
"You had family?" "Did... why'd you ask, you chink? Why not kill me here?" "Because... war widows. We are honourable fighters... we will let you die at peace with yourself."
At that moment, the soldier took a look on his face of regret. "Not going to happen. They just dropped a TNW. The US."
The Chinese soldier heard the sonic boom after he said it and looked up, as the USAF-marked B-1 Lancer supersonic bomber flew off. He looked back to the stricken Canadian. "I am... sorry."
"You don't need to be. War does this. It's human nature to fight... to die. Friend."
The Chinese man patted him on the head as Sgt. Buck Armenian lay down and let the man place his arms on his chest, and curled his weak fingers around the photo of his drunking buddies as the boom hit them.
Buck finally felt like he had finished his life in those final seconds. He had done everything he had to... and with the bomb, international attention, for better or for worse, would come of it. Maybe they'd take exception to Canada and the US, and attack China for invading. Maybe the USA's bad publicity would fall even lower. Either way, it was certain that things would happen... the invasion would spark a new war, that was for certain.
Buck smiled the weakest and faintest of smiles as he saw an extremely large wall of fire come up to gre--
(OoC: The end. Critiques? Suggestions? Did you likey? Oh, all the Canadian Force Bases (CFBs) listed were real bases.)
The soldier stared forwards, his C7 in hand. It was his trustiest gun: one that had seen him through a lot. But this... this was impossible. He never knew that it could happen, never thought, and would have scoffed at the thought had it been said. It had taken years since the last time America had tried it, and although they weren't doing it this time it was official now and there was nothing he could do about it.
The Chinese were attacking Canada. They wanted the USA's scalp.
RCR Hanley, an Army base, was the first to pick up the attack as the Chinese flooded into the Yukon territories. They were using blitzkrieg tactics: moving quickly and effectively. The Yukon didn't last long... the entire North was painted the bad kind of red within a week.
RCR Hanley, CFS Alert, CFNA HQ Whitehorse, CFNA HQ Yellowknife... Those four bases, three of them offering all services, had fallen within the span of a week.
They flooded into Canada from the top-end, quickly destroying what bases there were that stood in its path. The Praries were the first to go: British Columbia followed. Quebec was holding out, but predictions estimated it to fall within the next month. Ontario... well, there was barely any of it left.
There were few bases, and he turned to recite the bases that remained. He had lost everything: his wife and kids. He was a lone wolf now, though his wife wasn't killed, his kids were in a tragic school accident.
CFB Halifax, CFS St. John's, CFB Gander, CFB Greenwood, LFAATC Aldershot...
Those were the only four military bases remaining. Of them, none were army but the all-purpose Aldershot base: every other Canadian Forces base was destroyed or taken over.
He didn't list CFB North Bay. Because he was going to die here... but he would make them remember. The US had finally grown a pair and volunteered to use a TNW on Canadian soil: Canada sent the lone wolf and a doomed squad to stall the Chinese until the nuke could arrive.
Clutching his C7, affixed with an M203 grenade launcher and C9 machinegun ACOG, he waited patiently for the Chinese. And they came.
However, he had friends with him. Four. They had manned rocket launchers and heavy machine-guns and the first Chinese wave was gunned down and blown up where they ran in. However, there would be more, and they all knew that. The second wave came in. They were taken out, but one of the Chinese tanks had managed to fire a shell at Rocket Launcher 1. One of his friends was in that launcher and he barely moved before impact. Strike one down, four more to go.
They fell back to the next defensive line, as the third wave came in and they gunned them down. Rocket launchers flared in desperateness to stop the invading Chinese tanks, but it was useless. The lone wolf that he was, he flitted up to Jack Garland Airport. There he would make his final stand.
The first wave of infantry came in and he gunned them all down with his C7. Second wave... prey for the grenade launcher. Third wave... grenade'd.
The fourth wave was trickier, as an APC started firing in and he had to duck for cover. He managed to destroy it with a very lucky forty mil... but that left him with zero grenades and just two spare mags for his gun. The Chinese came fast and furious... soon his AR-15 derivative ran out of ammunition. He grabbed a QBZ, quickly familiarized himself with how to load and fire, and then turned it on the next few Chinese.
However, it was too much. At this point he knew his friends were dead. He finally was forced onto the tarmac of Jack Garland, where he was shot several times and killed.
He played dead until the soldiers left. Knowing that they'd be back, he fingered into his pocket and pulled out a picture...
It was the five friends he stood with today. They were at a bar, clinking glasses together in a toast to his second pregnancy. Joel was born two months later: him and their daughter Nancy had been stricken when a beam from the gym impaled them both. They died on the scene, with emergency workers unable to remove them. His wife... she almost killed herself, but later contracted H1N1. In a rare case, she was killed.
A single tear slid down his eye as he looked at the picture, before he heard a foot tap. He looked up. It was a Chinese soldier. He had a look of regret on his face.
"You had family?" "Did... why'd you ask, you chink? Why not kill me here?" "Because... war widows. We are honourable fighters... we will let you die at peace with yourself."
At that moment, the soldier took a look on his face of regret. "Not going to happen. They just dropped a TNW. The US."
The Chinese soldier heard the sonic boom after he said it and looked up, as the USAF-marked B-1 Lancer supersonic bomber flew off. He looked back to the stricken Canadian. "I am... sorry."
"You don't need to be. War does this. It's human nature to fight... to die. Friend."
The Chinese man patted him on the head as Sgt. Buck Armenian lay down and let the man place his arms on his chest, and curled his weak fingers around the photo of his drunking buddies as the boom hit them.
Buck finally felt like he had finished his life in those final seconds. He had done everything he had to... and with the bomb, international attention, for better or for worse, would come of it. Maybe they'd take exception to Canada and the US, and attack China for invading. Maybe the USA's bad publicity would fall even lower. Either way, it was certain that things would happen... the invasion would spark a new war, that was for certain.
Buck smiled the weakest and faintest of smiles as he saw an extremely large wall of fire come up to gre--
(OoC: The end. Critiques? Suggestions? Did you likey? Oh, all the Canadian Force Bases (CFBs) listed were real bases.)