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| The Dogs of War | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 12 2008, 05:44 PM (156 Views) | |
| Wirtjr | Jun 12 2008, 05:44 PM Post #1 |
The Train Conductor to Hell
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Yeah, this is a book idea that I'm working on, and I figured I may as well post it as I work on it, and get some general opinions. The Dogs of War Mankind must put an end to war, or war will put an end to mankind. ~John F. Kennedy Prologue In the year 2132, the earth has changed much since the beginning of the millennium. Countries have fallen, and others have risen up to fill the void. Vultures descend on the dead, and from the rotting carcasses rise new and more powerful than what they were spawned from. Case in point, the United States of America. In the year 2016, as the country was nearing an election of tremendous importance, a former soldier of the United States Army who was suffering from a very bad case of Post Traumatic Stress syndrome walked into Congress, where a major presidential debate was being held, and detonated a small atomic bomb. No one to this day is sure how he got his hands on it; most believe he had friends in the government infrastructure who were as disillusioned with the government as that soldier. The devastation that the bomb created was only mildly damaging in comparison to the political fallout as people rushed to fill in the void that the bomb had created. The president, congress, and all of their staff were killed in the explosion. So were all the hopeful presidential candidates. Of the several men and women who tried to fill the void, the strongest amongst them was a man by the name of Malcolm Sarga, the general of the United States Army. As ruthless as he was smart, Malcolm systematically eliminated all of his opposition, melded all of the United States into one single empire, and installed himself as Americas first Emperor. America was not the only country to shatter or change. Russia and China joined forces and became one nation, simply known as the Red Nation. As America was going through a change in government the Red Nation stepped in and took over as the number one military power in the world. With Russia’s large supplies of atomic weapons, and China’s massive army they were, in all rights, the most powerful nation the world had ever known. In the one hundred years since the destruction of the United States of America, the world has witnessed a technological revolution. Though as with any world that is dominated by military powers most of these technological advances were in weaponry. Tanks and jets were made faster and more durable; guns were made more accurate and further reaching; bombs were made with larger blast radiuses and more devastating after effects. All in all, in these short one hundred years, mankind has seen more wars than it has in the past three centuries. Wars were fought over scant miles of land, or airspace. It was fought for technological secrets that other countries withheld from their rivals. Some of these wars lasted only minutes, others lasted years, or even decades. It makes no matter to these countries. All they think about is trying to prove that they were superior. And that claim was always disputed by at least four other nations. Now in the year 2132, mankind’s war has reached a peak. Each nation worth its nuclear bomb is taking part in the fighting. Alliances are made and broken on a day-to-day basis. As casualties rise, and the scent of death rises in the air, another power turns its eye on the bickering people that are the human race. |
 Formerly Wirtjr, Denny Crane, Freddy Krueger, Rodney McKay, Bruce Campbell and Ash Williams
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| Rin | Jun 13 2008, 02:20 AM Post #2 |
TOTALLY A MAN
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This sounds like a game or a movie. D= Concept's not bad, thus far. |
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| Wirtjr | Jun 15 2008, 06:11 PM Post #3 |
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The Train Conductor to Hell
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Chapter One: Mortars roared over the hill and crashed into the river behind. As the sun set at the horizon British artillery fire became more erratic. Most of their shots went wide, but a few hit true, and blew some of Colonel Jared’s men off from back of the hill and scattered them across the river. Luckily all that happened was a large wave of water to come out of the river and splash into some of his men. Which resulted in lots of shouts and curses. Which didn’t surprise Jared in the least, it was winter, and in Canada that water would feel unpleasant in large quantities. “Alright,” Jared said quietly into his receiver, “These guys seem thirsty, so let’s give them some steel rain.” After he finished giving the order he counted the minutes quietly to himself before he heard two Hawks pass overhead. Jared crept up the hill quietly and watched as the Hawks dropped two hundred and twenty pounds of flak bombs onto the British battery that was keeping them from advancing. After he watched the airborne tanks fly off in the distance he immediately went back behind the hill as he felt a few bullets whiz by his head. He signaled over to Ray to tell him to get into position. With the battery gone, he could send snipers out to counter the enemy snipers that had already chosen positions to shoot at any soldier that climbed over the back of the hill… Soldiers who were visible, that was. Ray saw him signal and gave a tight nod. He opened his bag that carried his field rations, extra ammunition, and various other things and pulled out a small disk the size of an ancient nickel. He slid it into a tiny slot in his body armor and vanished from sight. As did his weapon, and sack. Cloaking technology would be extremely pointless unless it hid everything with the soldier. Jared heard Ray get into position, and he gave him a few moments to get settled and get his rifle up. And then he ran over the top of the hill towards the enemy fortification. And then suddenly he turned to the left, and as he did so he saw a faint flash, and heard a bullet whiz by his head again. Seconds later he heard Ray’s rifle go off, and felt a bullet whiz in the direction of the British lines. And then a few seconds after that, there was another faint flash from the British lines, and a bullet went flying towards where Ray was. Keyword was. Ray was an experienced sniper, and knew that he had to move to a different position fast in order to avoid enemy snipers who would see where he shot from. Seconds later, a bullet flew and slammed into the next British sniper. After that there were no more flashes. Either that was the last sniper, or they figured out what he was doing and decided to lay low and wait for a more opportune moment. Jared was pretty sure it was the latter. Jared ran back behind the hill and said, “Alright men, it’s time to give the Brits a kick in the balls. We’re going to roll over them fast and try to join up with the 13th.” His men nodded grimly and cocked their rifles. But as Jared was about to give them the order to move out, someone ran over the top of the hill and rolled to the back. It was a scout that Jared had sent out over three hours ago. He assumed that he was either dead or compromised. “You don’t,” the scout took a deep gasp of air before he continued, “want to go over there. The battery ring and those snipers are just the beginning. If we go in there, we’ll all be feeding the worms within moments.” “What do they have?” Jared asked. He needed to know in order to be prepared for it, and have the proper counter measures ready. “A better question would be what they don’t have.” The scout said with a grimace. “They shot down our Hawks, colonel. And you know how hard it is to even hit one, let alone damage it. The Brits seem to be holding back surprises like that. And some serious hardware, too. I saw at least five Hulks, three Hellhounds, and at least two thousand soldiers spread over a six-mile radius. And I didn’t even get close to where their main force is camped out.” “They have two thousand sentries?” Jared asked incredulously. The scout nodded wearily, “At the least.” This wasn’t good. They did not stand a chance if they tried to take them on. They wouldn’t even get past the sentries, mainly because he only had two hundred men. Ten to one odds were not the kind of odds he wanted to deal with. If they had the Hawks backing them up, then maybe they could have broken through them. That was also shocking to Jared. Hawks were essentially tanks with wings and eight jet engines. Their armor was so thick and durable that the United Empire had never lost one in the eighty-nine wars they had been used in. But now in the space of a single day, they had lost two. Jared considered his options carefully. They could continue on the way they planned, and, unless they got extremely lucky, get killed to the man. They could go around, but it was close to night, and it got very cold up here in the Canadian wilds. Not to mention that the night would give the Brits a chance to outflank them and slaughter them. Blood was going to be spilled either way they went… He’d have to take the route they would least expect. “We’re going to have to go through them. We don’t engage them if we can avoid it. If we come across a sentry, we knock him out.” His men didn’t look enthused by his decision. But they wouldn’t be in the army if they weren’t obedient. The United Empire threw out anyone who couldn’t follow orders. They all nodded sharply and followed behind Jared as they resumed their march over the hill. Soon they had crossed into the crater that the Hawks made of battery ring. There was something deeply wrong. Jared knew that there were more snipers than just those two snipers. Yet not a single shot was fired. There was the sound of gunfire, there were men shouting, and then the night sky came alive with noise as mortars roared over the sky. He shouted orders, and he and his men dove for cover. Yet the mortars weren’t falling towards them. They were falling past them… into the forest, and towards the Brits. Jared looked to where the mortars were coming from, and he had to duck down to avoid getting shot. Whoever they were, they were going to be as friendly to them as they were the Brits. He risked one last glance, and saw the Canadian flag waving in the air. Hank shouted orders to spread out as soon as the first mortars started raining down on them. Shit, this was not what they needed right now. They couldn’t retaliate against them because they had to focus on containing and eliminating the threat in this forest. But if it was difficult to hold their ground before the mortar fire began, it was nigh impossible now. Hank saw something run through the woods. At first glance, it looked like a man. But after a few moments one would realize that people didn’t run on all fours. And people couldn’t leap sixteen feet in the air like some mutant frog. Hank rolled to one side moments before the figure came crashing down on top of him. As the thing stood up, one could see clearly what it was. It was a large bipedal wolfman. This one was seven feet tall, and nearly as wide. It wore some form of body armor that covered its snow-white fur. It slowly turned its yellow-red gaze on Hank. And that’s when Hank shot him in the stomach. The blast rocked the wolf back a few inches, but Hank did not let it get a chance to regain its ground. He lifted his hand and shouted, “Kill it!” The men who had taken cover and were safe from the mortar fire took aim at the wolfman and opened fire almost exactly at the same time. A few moments of constant fire reduced it to a pile of ragged flesh and pulverized organs. Silence ruled for a few moments. And then from the woods issued howls of rage so loud it shook the very ground beneath them. Hank was pretty sure that anything within an eight-mile radius could have heard that. The soldiers reloaded their weapons, and got ready for the push that was coming. “Mother of God,” one of the soldiers said shakily, as they watched what was emerging from the woods. “There are thousands of them!” Hank laughed, though to some it would sound like a sob. “Kid, you need to learn how to count. There are millions of them.” He stood there with his rifle in his hand and took aim as he and his soldiers were about to die. |
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| Wirtjr | Jul 6 2008, 12:56 PM Post #4 |
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The Train Conductor to Hell
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Chapter Two: Wolves galloped and wove through the trees. Some didn’t even go around trees; they just slammed into it and shattered the trunk. It only paused those wolves for a few moments before they resumed their run. Hank fired at the leading wolf and struck it in the leg. Others took that as their cue to start firing. The snipers he pulled back from the edge of the forest opened fire at the ones near the end. But even through the hail of gunfire fewer than one in eight fell down and stopped moving. “Shit, pull back men. We’re not going to do England any good if we all get slaughtered here in these woods.” Hank shouted. “Signal the Hellhounds to cover our retreat to the Hulks.” As they ran, a few of the soldiers pulled out a flare-gun and fired it at the wolves. A few moments later, fire erupted from nowhere and created a barricade of fire that would temporarily keep them away. Suddenly three vehicles flickered into sight, and continued pouring on the fire. Slowly they started backing away and covering the soldier’s retreats. They set trees on fire too to keep them from leaping over the fire. Another soldier had a stroke of genius and shot a flare into the sky over where the wolves were. A few moments later the Canadian mortars soared overhead and started raining down on the wolves. Hank chuckled despite himself; those bag drinking hillbillies were actually doing some good. They were about half way to the Hulks when the fire vanished. It just vanished. There was no smoke, not even a faint reflection of heat. It was like the flame was just an illusion. But that was not the case here… The wolfmen resumed their run. The Hellhounds tried to get out of the way, but soon the wolves swarmed over the vehicles and began tearing them apart. Hank heard the drivers scream through the radios as the wolves slowly tore the armored plating off of the Hellhounds. He didn’t see them do it though; he and his men were too busy trying to make it back to the Hulks. Suddenly the radios went dead. The wolves howled again. In-between the howls there were screams from the drivers as the wolves slowly tore them apart. Hank said a silent prayer for the men. They were good men, and they deserved a better way of dying. But their deaths had bought them enough time to make it to the Hulks. Some of his men leapt into the cockpits and activated the massive tanks while the rest of the men continued their retreat out of the forest. The tanks would be able to hold off the wolves just long enough for him and his men to get to the evac site. Jared and his men ran through the forest as fast as they could. He and his men figured it’d be best to take their chances doing this instead of sticking around for the Canadians to crush them in-between the Brits. “Colonel, what do you make of this sir?” Ray asked. He was pointing down towards the ground. Jared looked and saw… Well he wasn’t sure what he saw. It was some kind of footprint. It looked more like a paw print, but it was too damn large for that. It was wider and much longer than a human footprint. And judging from how deep the holes were, the claws on whatever made it were a good seven or eight inches long… And very sharp. “I have no idea,” he said honestly. “But how about we avoid whatever made it?” “Sir, something is very wrong here,” a private by the name of Terry said. “Look around. Trees have been completely shattered. The snow on the ground has been trampled so thoroughly that it’s harder than ice. I don’t care how many Brits are in these woods, they couldn’t have done this.” “I know that,” Jared snapped, “I don’t care what did it, I just want to get the Hell out of here and join up with the 13th. We keep moving no matter what.” Soldiers nodded tightly and kept moving. Hopefully nothing would sneak up on them. They were wound tight, and if someone made a sudden movement they’d open fire without hesitation. Minutes passed like hours as they walked over rock hard snow, and leapt over shattered tree trunks. They came into a clearing in the forest, and just stared. “What the Hell happened here?” Ray growled. “Moreover, what the fuck is that?” A sniper by the name of Jacob supplied. In the clearing there was a smoking crater at least nineteen feet deep. Resting in the middle of it was the remains of some kind of ship. It wasn’t a type of ship any of them were familiar with. And that was saying something. Jared and his men had fought against the best of the best. They had seen ships from every major powerhouse. But this ship looked nothing like them… It was also more advanced then anything they had seen. “Sir! You need to come take a look at this!” A scout shouted. Jared ran around the crater to look at what the scout had found. Ray and the others followed behind him. Past a small line of trees, there were hundreds of craters… No, not hundreds. Thousands of them. In the bottom of each stood an exact duplicate of that odd ship… Most were damaged. But a few of them were completely intact. And an even fewer number were completely destroyed. Around the ones that were completely destroyed were scattered corpses. They resembled wolves… But they weren’t. They were large men covered in a varied color of fur. Their faces were more wolf-like than human. They had huge grizzled muzzles; very large and sharp canine teeth lined up in their mouths like shark teeth. Their ears were large and tufted. “Well we know what made those footprints,” Ray said as he kicked over one of the corpses. “We’re getting out of here.” Jared said tightly, “I don’t like this, and we need to report this to Command.” He heard howls in the distance, but they were in the other direction. “We almost out men, we just have to go a bit further.” Behind him there was a sound of grating metal, and then he heard something growl. He turned and saw one of those wolfmen push itself through the wreckage of its ruined ship. It lifted its clawed hand and Jared saw something that resembled a gun. Before he could do anything the wolf fired off a shot. A blast of gray fire shot towards them and then Jacob fell to the ground and didn’t get up. The blast had burned a hole straight through his throat. A split second later the wolf-man’s head exploded in gore as Ray put a bullet through its eye. And then as the wolf fell back into the wreckage, Terry hurled a grenade into the opening the wolf came out of. The ship exploded into fire, and seconds later caved in on itself. If there were any more survivors in that ship, they wouldn’t be getting out again. “Move!” He bellowed as he took cocked his rifle. There were more growls, and Jared heard more of them emerge from the ships all around them. But by the time all of the wolves made it out of the craters, Jared and his men hauled ass and were already well out of the danger zone. But the wolves were on their heels. The Hulks opened fire on the wolves as they came into view. The large heavy tanks had a faster fire rate then people expected. And that was saying something, because the tank turret resembled that of a chain gun. But instead of spraying bullets at a ridiculous speed, it sprayed tank shells at a slower, but just as deadly rate. The wolves were obviously taken aback from this show of firepower. Because they stopped in their tracks as the tank shells blasted more and more of them. Most garrisons had one Hulk if they were lucky. But this one platoon had five. They were entrusted to guard this one choke point from being taken. But no one could have foreseen what was happening now. But not even the Hulks could hold back this flood for long. Hank knew it, and the Hulk pilots knew it. They only had a finite supply of ammunition. They slowly lumbered back, but as they did, the wolves recovered from their shock and continued after the fleeing troops. “Hank,” one of the pilots said into the radio as the wolves started tearing into the armor of the Hulks. “Give my regards to the general. And give him my apologies. He won’t be getting his Hulks back. Over and out.” Seconds later Hank heard the sound of 5 almost similtanious explosions. The pilots activated the detonators in hopes of destroying a few more wolves… Hank growled quietly to himself as the rest of his men ran to the evac point. Large jets soared towards them and landed. Hank was glad he called them when he did. If he had called them when they had gotten there, they’d have been torn apart by the wolves before they even got half way. He and his men boarded the jets as fast as they could. He saw a wolf emerge from the forest, “Fly now!” He shouted at the pilots. The pilots were about to argue, but then they saw the wolf. They closed their mouths and heated up the engines. The jets took off just as more of the wolves emerged from the forest. They howled so loudly it actually shook the jets as they climbed in altitude. “Get us to the General. We have an emergency. A big one,” Hank said. The pilot gulped, but nodded. He radioed the other two jets to follow him. And they flew off in the distance. The General was on a battleship off the coast of Nova Scotia. |
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Formerly Wirtjr, Denny Crane, Freddy Krueger, Rodney McKay, Bruce Campbell and Ash Williams
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| Tiaro | Jul 6 2008, 01:28 PM Post #5 |
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It does indeed sound like a movie. XD I'm not sure what you I could critique on yet, so keep goin. XP |
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