Salvation! A True Story

Shurikane · 01-17-2008, 11:57 PM

Within the confines of the Berlin Ice Wall, trouble was brewing.

Of course, trouble was always brewing. The important detail was where. Thankfully, it was far away.

Good ol' chap Nutty was deep in enemy territory. Thanks to a smile from Lady Luck, he had moved right past the European defense and taken a break behind a wreck after a minute of constant sprinting. Having sent his coordinates to the commanding officer, he waited for reinforcements.

A sound made him turn his head. In the distance, a silhouette was moving.

The lone soldier was a nightmare to look at. His hair was greasy and unkempt. His stubble was only hours away from developing into a full-fledged beard. His entire body was streaked with rivlets of blood - some fresh from his own body; the rest, splashes from battles in the near and far past, soiling his uniform, the myriad of bandages, and the peculiar arrangement of ammunition covering him. His left forearm was bare, revealing a series of puncture wounds. His helmet was cracked. Part of his visor had apparently been clawed away, revealing a bloodshot eye and a dim, lifeless pupil.

There were no marks of identification on him. He wasn't from the platoon.

Nutty waved him over.

The stranger rushed to the meet, but rather than welcoming, he pointed his rifle straight at Nutty's eye.

"Medic." The stranger said in a dry, hoarse tone.

Uncertain of what to do, Nutty responded with a shrug, and pointed to his rifle. A Carbine, the same as his comrade.

The stranger pondered the responde for a moment. Then, with a grunt of frustration, he turned around and slammed the wreck with the butt of his gun.

With a deep exhale, the stranger looked, yonder, towards the flag of the European outpost. With a decided pace, he marched onwards.

"Hey!" Nutty yelled after him. "Hold on a minute! Dammit!"

Nutty had no choice; he had to accompany.

Calmly, the stranger checked the nooks and crannies. The buildings were empty. Everyone was gone.

Nutty radioed his report to his commanding officer, then sat down and lit himself a cigarette. The reinforcements would be here soon, and they'd backtrack all the way to the crossroads and catch the European Union in a pincer strategy.

He turned to the stranger. "At least you could tell me your name."

"Me, Shuri. You, Jane." the stranger grunted back, still looking somewhere in the distance. He hadn't even bothered to turn around.

Suddenly, his position stiffened. He climbed on top of a railgun and scanned the horizon.

"Coming..."

Quickly, he checked his weapon. He pulled out his clip, made sure it was full, and reloaded. With a jerk of the chin, he pointed here and there, revealing over a dozen European soldiers coming in to recapture the flag.

"Medic..."

The stranger snarled at the oncoming wave. He walked... ran... sprinted...

"Medic!"

Nutty had barely gotten up.

"No, wait! Get back here; how am I gonna back you up if you keep running ahead like that?! Ah, bloody hell!"

Everything had happened too quickly. As the new wave of squad members were just beginning to drop into the area, gunshots and screams erupted from among the crates at the bottom of the slope. Explosions rose snow and dust into the air, frustrating the squad leader's attempts to see what was going on.

The stranger emerged from the smoke, grinning to himself in victory. His weapon was gone. Instead, he had laid his hands on a Baur assault rifle. His uniform was stained anew with blood. Two deep wounds had struck the left side of his chest.

In his free hand, he was pulling along a first aid kit.

Without a word to the rest of the PAC squad, he sat on a small crate and began patching up his wounds.

Nutty was speechless.

Satisfied with his medical handiwork, refreshed with a dose of adrenalin, the stranger packed away the box and pushed it aside. He pulled out the clip of his rifle and, with a disapproving look, chucked it aside as well. As he opened his side bag to reload, he took a glance at its contents, and gave those a disapproving look as well.

"Need resupplies..." he muttered.

Just then, catching his eye was a young soldier, carrying one of those precious green boxes.

"Need resupplies." he said again. No response. The fellow soldier carried on with his walk, heedless of the stranger's requests.

Gritting his teeth, the stranger lifted his weapon, and aimed carefully...

Nutty quickly slammed the rifle back down.

"Stop that! You there! Resupply this man! That's an order!"

Gunshots were starting to ring again not too far away. The city square was beginning to heat up as the PAC's sandwich fell short of expectations. Nutty would have to get back to the front soon as well.

"Trouble?"

The voice behind him was the commander's.

Nutty turned around and gave him a formal salute.

"Hello again, CO. I ran into this chap on my way here. Got no clue of what to do with him."

With this small briefing in hand, the commander approached the stranger.

He was greeted with a pistol on the forehead.

The stranger examined the CO's face carefully.

"...Commander?"

"Indeed."

The stranger holstered his weapon and gave nothing more than a two-finger salute, right as he dove back into the box of ammunition and helped himself liberally - even taking ordinance that wasn't part of his kit layout. To a drum of HMG ammo, he decided to add a second, just in case.

The commander returned to his subordinate.

"It's Shell Brock, I'm afraid."

Nutty raised an eyebrow. "Don't you mean Shell Shock, sir?"

"No. Shell Brock. The man's endured such a lack of teamwork from his counterparts that he's flagged them as potential enemies in his mind. He's become the mental equivalent of Brock Samson. He's been to the pubs for too long, and I don't mean the one where ya buy a pint."

"No kidding!..."

"You'll have to keep a close eye on him. He's rather in deep, but he's recoverable. A little pampering and some kind words will fix him right up. You just got to stick close to him and make him feel useful."

"Well, that's rather hard to do - look, he ran off again!"

No sooner had Nutty finished his exclamation that the stranger had returned. Between the grin of his teeth, he held half a dozen dog tags.

"Dammit sir, this isn't a soldier; this is bloody barbarism! He's better suited to a gladiator's arena!"

"You're taking him in and that's an order, squad leader. We could use someone of his caliber in the platoon. The more distressed he is, the more efficient he becomes. Returning him to the world of smart humans will dull his senses a little, but at least he'll be more manageable that way. 'Till then, we're pulling out. Here's your sheet with your new orders. We are leaving in ten minutes."

Nutty called his squadmates to the briefing. The stranger kept his distance, eyeing the newcomers with a suspicious eye.

"Gentlemen, we are going to Belgrade effective immediately. We are to help in a spearhead assault and then hold on to our flag until the enemy depletes its reinforcements. We will jeep-rush the statue area, secure the battlewalker, and hold position until relieved. I want you all kitted out as Assault, except for one person as Engineer. Who wants to take on that role?"

The stranger took a step forward. Somehow, he had changed weapons again. He was holding a Pilum launcher by the barrel, the butt of the rifle stained with a fresh streak of blood.

"...I'll be your engineer."

**Rasta-GR** · 01-18-2008, 06:01 AM

Hey Shurikane,

Welcome to TG.

We really have a tallent on writing.

Awesome story!

Your story reveals the essence of TG.

+Rep.

nuckj · 01-18-2008, 06:36 AM

A beautiful piece of writing! Well done and well met, soldier. Welcome to TG!

**big-eye101** · 01-18-2008, 07:20 AM

Welcome to TG!

That's an awesome story! Nice writing!

**Vortex421** · 01-18-2008, 08:52 AM

Shuri, I expect to see AARs (After Action Reports) from you on a frequent basis now with these writing skills.

**ionpig-A** · 01-18-2008, 09:42 AM

That is the best bit of 2142 storytelling I've ever encountered! Amazing!

Welcome to TG!

**skullhedman** · 01-18-2008, 11:05 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Shurikane

No. Shell Brock. The man's endured such a lack of teamwork from his counterparts that he's flagged them as potential enemies in his mind. He's become the mental equivalent of Brock Samson.

lol!

**DaBrit** · 01-18-2008, 01:38 PM

Never though I'd see 2142 roleplay, but that was actually very entertaining to read! See you in Belgrade!

SithJedi · 01-18-2008, 08:06 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by DaBrit

Never though I'd see 2142 roleplay, but that was actually very entertaining to read! See you in Belgrade!

Happens all the time on Total BF2142.

**vertomac** · 01-18-2008, 08:24 PM

Bravo, Shurikane! Great talent does not go unnoticed around here, both on and off the battlefield. (Look out, Lyramion, you've found your match! Battlewalkers, be ware!) Shuri, you're welcome to run with any of us here at TG no matter what kit you choose. We'll get you all healed up, soldier!

Tarthkin · 01-18-2008, 10:39 PM

What a fun read! Welcome to the forums and I hope to see more of your writing here

**jazy2** · 01-18-2008, 11:23 PM

Can't wait for installment two!

"The bleeding of Belgrade" or whatever title you choose you talented so and so...

**skullhedman** · 01-19-2008, 12:51 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by jazy2

Can't wait for installment two!

"The bleeding of Belgrade" or whatever title you choose you talented so and so...

Or "The Epic Choke".

A story about 1 of 1,000 engineers in Minsk.

**daithi1** · 01-19-2008, 05:39 AM

Amazing stuff do you write professionally or is it a hobby?

**Shinigamiryuk** · 01-19-2008, 04:58 PM

Very good story. I hope you'll write some more soon. Welcome to TG Shurikane

!

01-17-2008, 11:57 PM	#1 (permalink)
Shurikane Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Montreal, Canada Posts: 219	Salvation! A True Story Within the confines of the Berlin Ice Wall, trouble was brewing. Of course, trouble was always brewing. The important detail was where. Thankfully, it was far away. Good ol' chap Nutty was deep in enemy territory. Thanks to a smile from Lady Luck, he had moved right past the European defense and taken a break behind a wreck after a minute of constant sprinting. Having sent his coordinates to the commanding officer, he waited for reinforcements. A sound made him turn his head. In the distance, a silhouette was moving. The lone soldier was a nightmare to look at. His hair was greasy and unkempt. His stubble was only hours away from developing into a full-fledged beard. His entire body was streaked with rivlets of blood - some fresh from his own body; the rest, splashes from battles in the near and far past, soiling his uniform, the myriad of bandages, and the peculiar arrangement of ammunition covering him. His left forearm was bare, revealing a series of puncture wounds. His helmet was cracked. Part of his visor had apparently been clawed away, revealing a bloodshot eye and a dim, lifeless pupil. There were no marks of identification on him. He wasn't from the platoon. Nutty waved him over. The stranger rushed to the meet, but rather than welcoming, he pointed his rifle straight at Nutty's eye. "Medic." The stranger said in a dry, hoarse tone. Uncertain of what to do, Nutty responded with a shrug, and pointed to his rifle. A Carbine, the same as his comrade. The stranger pondered the responde for a moment. Then, with a grunt of frustration, he turned around and slammed the wreck with the butt of his gun. With a deep exhale, the stranger looked, yonder, towards the flag of the European outpost. With a decided pace, he marched onwards. "Hey!" Nutty yelled after him. "Hold on a minute! Dammit!" Nutty had no choice; he had to accompany. Calmly, the stranger checked the nooks and crannies. The buildings were empty. Everyone was gone. Nutty radioed his report to his commanding officer, then sat down and lit himself a cigarette. The reinforcements would be here soon, and they'd backtrack all the way to the crossroads and catch the European Union in a pincer strategy. He turned to the stranger. "At least you could tell me your name." "Me, Shuri. You, Jane." the stranger grunted back, still looking somewhere in the distance. He hadn't even bothered to turn around. Suddenly, his position stiffened. He climbed on top of a railgun and scanned the horizon. "Coming..." Quickly, he checked his weapon. He pulled out his clip, made sure it was full, and reloaded. With a jerk of the chin, he pointed here and there, revealing over a dozen European soldiers coming in to recapture the flag. "Medic..." The stranger snarled at the oncoming wave. He walked... ran... sprinted... "Medic!" Nutty had barely gotten up. "No, wait! Get back here; how am I gonna back you up if you keep running ahead like that?! Ah, bloody hell!" Everything had happened too quickly. As the new wave of squad members were just beginning to drop into the area, gunshots and screams erupted from among the crates at the bottom of the slope. Explosions rose snow and dust into the air, frustrating the squad leader's attempts to see what was going on. The stranger emerged from the smoke, grinning to himself in victory. His weapon was gone. Instead, he had laid his hands on a Baur assault rifle. His uniform was stained anew with blood. Two deep wounds had struck the left side of his chest. In his free hand, he was pulling along a first aid kit. Without a word to the rest of the PAC squad, he sat on a small crate and began patching up his wounds. Nutty was speechless. Satisfied with his medical handiwork, refreshed with a dose of adrenalin, the stranger packed away the box and pushed it aside. He pulled out the clip of his rifle and, with a disapproving look, chucked it aside as well. As he opened his side bag to reload, he took a glance at its contents, and gave those a disapproving look as well. "Need resupplies..." he muttered. Just then, catching his eye was a young soldier, carrying one of those precious green boxes. "Need resupplies." he said again. No response. The fellow soldier carried on with his walk, heedless of the stranger's requests. Gritting his teeth, the stranger lifted his weapon, and aimed carefully... Nutty quickly slammed the rifle back down. "Stop that! You there! Resupply this man! That's an order!" Gunshots were starting to ring again not too far away. The city square was beginning to heat up as the PAC's sandwich fell short of expectations. Nutty would have to get back to the front soon as well. "Trouble?" The voice behind him was the commander's. Nutty turned around and gave him a formal salute. "Hello again, CO. I ran into this chap on my way here. Got no clue of what to do with him." With this small briefing in hand, the commander approached the stranger. He was greeted with a pistol on the forehead. The stranger examined the CO's face carefully. "...Commander?" "Indeed." The stranger holstered his weapon and gave nothing more than a two-finger salute, right as he dove back into the box of ammunition and helped himself liberally - even taking ordinance that wasn't part of his kit layout. To a drum of HMG ammo, he decided to add a second, just in case. The commander returned to his subordinate. "It's Shell Brock, I'm afraid." Nutty raised an eyebrow. "Don't you mean Shell Shock, sir?" "No. Shell Brock. The man's endured such a lack of teamwork from his counterparts that he's flagged them as potential enemies in his mind. He's become the mental equivalent of Brock Samson. He's been to the pubs for too long, and I don't mean the one where ya buy a pint." "No kidding!..." "You'll have to keep a close eye on him. He's rather in deep, but he's recoverable. A little pampering and some kind words will fix him right up. You just got to stick close to him and make him feel useful." "Well, that's rather hard to do - look, he ran off again!" No sooner had Nutty finished his exclamation that the stranger had returned. Between the grin of his teeth, he held half a dozen dog tags. "Dammit sir, this isn't a soldier; this is bloody barbarism! He's better suited to a gladiator's arena!" "You're taking him in and that's an order, squad leader. We could use someone of his caliber in the platoon. The more distressed he is, the more efficient he becomes. Returning him to the world of smart humans will dull his senses a little, but at least he'll be more manageable that way. 'Till then, we're pulling out. Here's your sheet with your new orders. We are leaving in ten minutes." Nutty called his squadmates to the briefing. The stranger kept his distance, eyeing the newcomers with a suspicious eye. "Gentlemen, we are going to Belgrade effective immediately. We are to help in a spearhead assault and then hold on to our flag until the enemy depletes its reinforcements. We will jeep-rush the statue area, secure the battlewalker, and hold position until relieved. I want you all kitted out as Assault, except for one person as Engineer. Who wants to take on that role?" The stranger took a step forward. Somehow, he had changed weapons again. He was holding a Pilum launcher by the barrel, the butt of the rifle stained with a fresh streak of blood. "...I'll be your engineer." __________________ *PASSWORD:* People on my buddylist, fire a shot on the ground in front of me, and request backup.

01-18-2008, 06:01 AM	#2 (permalink)
Rasta-GR Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Greece Age: 40 Posts: 449	Re: Salvation! A True Story Hey Shurikane, Welcome to TG. We really have a tallent on writing. Awesome story! Your story reveals the essence of TG. +Rep. __________________ TG-E1st TacticalGamer European Division \| Team up with us today! New to TG? - TG Primer - TeamSpeak - TG University - Supporting Member benefits Report a problematic player - Contact a game Admin - Submit a nomination for an award Active Games: BF2142, PR, POE2 "All wars are fought for money" (Socrates, 470-399 BC) "Only the dead have seen the end of the war" (Plato, 427-347 BC) "We make war that we may live in peace" (Aristotle, 384-322 BC)

01-18-2008, 06:36 AM	#3 (permalink)
nuckj Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: Charlotte, NC Age: 29 Posts: 426	Re: Salvation! A True Story A beautiful piece of writing! Well done and well met, soldier. Welcome to TG! __________________ 9th MID \| 2142 Profile \| New to TG?

01-18-2008, 07:20 AM	#4 (permalink)
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01-18-2008, 08:52 AM	#5 (permalink)
Vortex421 Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: Muncie, IN Age: 24 Posts: 754	Re: Salvation! A True Story Shuri, I expect to see AARs (After Action Reports) from you on a frequent basis now with these writing skills. __________________ \|TG-8th Mercs\|*New to TG? Start here*Become a Supporting Member "Remember to pillage BEFORE you burn!" "Rule 39: There is no such thing as "overkill". There is only "open fire" and "I need to reload". "When the going gets tough, the tough call for close air support."

01-18-2008, 09:42 AM	#6 (permalink)
ionpig-A Join Date: Feb 2007 Location: Indiana Age: 36 Posts: 559	Re: Salvation! A True Story That is the best bit of 2142 storytelling I've ever encountered! Amazing! Welcome to TG! __________________ \|TG-8th Mercs\| * New to TG? Start here * Become a Supporting Member "4 to 70? I think we can still win this one!"

01-18-2008, 01:38 PM	#8 (permalink)
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01-18-2008, 08:24 PM	#10 (permalink)
vertomac Join Date: Oct 2007 Posts: 13	Re: Salvation! A True Story Bravo, Shurikane! Great talent does not go unnoticed around here, both on and off the battlefield. (Look out, Lyramion, you've found your match! Battlewalkers, be ware!) Shuri, you're welcome to run with any of us here at TG no matter what kit you choose. We'll get you all healed up, soldier!

01-18-2008, 10:39 PM	#11 (permalink)
Tarthkin Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: Massachusetts Posts: 123	Re: Salvation! A True Story What a fun read! Welcome to the forums and I hope to see more of your writing here __________________

01-18-2008, 11:23 PM	#12 (permalink)
jazy2 Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: Ireland Age: 33 Posts: 440	Re: Salvation! A True Story Can't wait for installment two! "The bleeding of Belgrade" or whatever title you choose you talented so and so... __________________ TG-E1st TacticalGamer European Division \| Team up with us today!

01-19-2008, 05:39 AM	#14 (permalink)
daithi1 Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: Ireland Posts: 935	Re: Salvation! A True Story Amazing stuff do you write professionally or is it a hobby? __________________ AoC Cimmeria RP-PvP: Casla 48 Ranger \|TG-AIR\|Daithi1 * 11th Air Tactical WikiMake Somebody Warm and Fuzzy, Ribbon NominationLost? Try TG Mentoring*

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Shinigamiryuk Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: Quebec, Canada. Age: 20 Posts: 417	Re: Salvation! A True Story Very good story. I hope you'll write some more soon. Welcome to TG Shurikane ! __________________ *\|TG-8th\| MercenariesNew to TG? Start hereBecome a Supporting Member* ''You never run out of ammunition, just grenades.''

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