Story [Issue 10] Codename Mamout

[hogree 4,179]

“Sir, there's a problem.” a nervous technician said, as he turned from the panel he was facing.
The man he was addressing turned and spoke sharply: “What is it?”
“Erm...” the technician stuttered off.
“Yes, Lord Ostencius, its Mamout.” another technician helped him out.
“Yes, I know it is, but whats the problem?!” Lord Ostencius stepped out, towards the sight of the new design that they had been planning.
“Sir, the panels show some -” the first technician started nervously, before he stopped, his eyes open in a mixture of fear and amazement.
Mamout had already woken. The small created tank growled as he woke for the first time. His eyes flashed, and the technicians flinched back. Something was wrong. The creature spoke in a grating voice: “You call me your Mamout, but I will be your master.”
There was no doubt that something was wrong, this specially programmed cloned weapon had gone rogue. The technician turned, intending to run, but Mamout stopped him with an ear-shattering explosion from his specially-programmed gun. As his first victim lay there in spasms, Mamout gave a roar, before speaking. “You are mine.”

***

Hex was getting used to being frightened. Being on top of Kungur, discovering an unknown island, invading the rebellion's base – if not particularly enjoyable, it certainly was memorable, and gave him some good experience for being frightened.

But not today. Hex was frightened – and he had a good reason too. Recent reports of the escape of the rogue weapon which was codenamed “Mamout” had flooded in since his early awakening that morning. Just after they had a chance to consider all trouble was over after the rebellion's defeat just a few months ago when their base was attacked (read here), a new threat had come, unexpected as it was. He remembered Lord Ostencius' speech just two days back – his phrase stuck in Hex's mind: “This project will bring glory to the loyals.” Some glory thought Hex, grimly. Now the project had gone wild, who knew what would happen. Trouble magnet as he was, all Hex could think was that it couldn't be good.

He left his house, feeling the chilly breeze ruffling against his patchwork, whilst he moved steadily towards his favourite part of the state, the peace of the outskirts of the land, a spot overlooking the whole state where he stayed when he wanted to do some serious thinking. As he trudged across Masaker, a movement caught his eye from just beyond the border into Suporhev. He strained his eyes in interest, but no – it was nothing. He continued, convincing himself it was just a figment of his imagination. As he approached the outskirts of the state, he heard the slight movement of a tank, and span in lightning speed, only to be caught under the glare of a shining light. He was about to shout for help, before he was shot hard in his hull, and a feeling of total inability to act fell over him. He strained with all his might in spasms, before pain took its toll. Just before he slipped into unconciousness, he heard a grating voice mutter: “Mine.”

****

It was late night when Hex's eyes opened again. As his eyes recovered from their lack of light, he took in his surroundings. He was clearly in a room, and somehow the layout of it was familiar, though Hex could not pick out what it was. He must have been captured – the familiar feeling of fear leapt into his heart. As he turned, he saw through the darkness the figure of other tanks asleep in this room. He thought back to the last moment he could remember before he passed into unconciousness and remembered the power and utterly mechanical voice of his capturor, a sense of dread seeped into his mind. He had a fair assumption of whom held him captive, and it wasn't good.

He had very little time to wonder. As he lay in his thoughts, brainstorming plans of how to escape this situation, light suddenly shone into the room, and he heard a voice summon everyone out. Hex was intrigued – what would want them out at so late at night? But he had no power to stay in, his capturor held all the cards at the moment. In obedience, Hex and his fellow prisoners stumbled out of the stuffed room, and and he scanned his surroundings by clear light, Hex suddenly remembered where he was. The room in the rebellion's base! Thousands of thoughts flooded through his mind, as he wondered what he was doing here, and why the rebellion's base was being used again. Hex was suddenly greeted with the chance that he may not make it out of here.

He was transported along some corridors by some very nervous-looking guards, who seemed like they wished they could be anywhere apart from there. Eventually, the trail of what seemed to Hex at least 30 prisoners ground to a halt, as they reached a large pair of doors. The guard at the front, clearly the lead guard, spoke something into his microphone, and the doors opened. In front of the group was a small tank in a very empty hall, and as they were being herded in, he suddenly turned around, a mad look on his face.
“Oh hello, hello there” he said, with a grating voice. “I would like to introduce myself as what you idiotic kingdomers called me: Mamout.” An evil smile crept onto his face. “Any last words”?
A burst came out from the side of the room, “How dare you do this? You will be -”
An explosion was released from Mamout's turret, and the tank on the side of the room crumpled in spasms, and lay still. Hex realised the situation they were in.
“Oh, I'm sure your all wanting to know whats going on.” said Mamout. “And rightly so. You will be my part to gain full power of everything in this ugly kingdom of “Tanki Online”. He said the last two words with clear disdain. “I will rule after this.” A dreamy look came on his face.
Suddenly, he turned and used his powerful mechanical voice again upon the guards.
“Put Ostencius on the screen now.” he commanded.

Immediately, a live feed of Ostencius was sent and shown on a screen behind Mamout. He turned and grinned wickedly, as he greeted Ostencius.
“Oh hello there, Sir. You may notice I have some hostages here. How pleasant to see you.”
Mixed emotions flooded on the Lord's face, but his voice remained clear and straight: “Don't try anything Mamout. You wouldn't dare. You were not meant for this.”
A booming mechanical laugh escaped the tank's mouth. “No, I was not meant for this, but this is what I am. Ostencius, I hold the cards. You lose. Now, on to business. I command you and your troops to come here immediately. Every hour you take will result in one of your men being killed.”
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a tank from the side of the room roared and flew at Mamout. Though he had no weapon, he rammed into the small tank, denting him. Guards immediately ran onto him, but Mamout was shaken. Hex knew this was his chance to act. He turned while no-one was watching him, and escaped to the side of the hall. While Mamout was busy coping with the attacker and the guards, whilst wanting to maintain his composure in front of Ostencius, Hex ran seeing a bag of supplies and weapon lying by the side of the hall. As he quickly equipped his weapon and took down the supplies, he heard the guards shouting, noticing where he was. He turned and focused on the threat, Mamout.

Mamout clearly was not prepared. So confident he was, he had become complacent, and that was his downfall. Hex took on him, blowing round after round of attack at him, tipping him onto his side, and leaving him unable to attack with his deadly weapon. As the guards took after Hex, the fellow prisoners blew round after round at Mamout, till he lay still, a loud gasp the last thing escaping his voice before he went. could hear. The guards, seeing the leader was out of the way, immediately surrendered. The relief on their face was clear. They had not admired Mamout's power over them. As the men celebrated their success in front of Lord Ostencius, an elated feeling of gladness filled Hex, and he knew this was his greatest victory. And more was to come...

Now, the infamous project of Mamout is remembered with the beastly tank of Mammoth. In contrast to Mamout's small frame, Mammoth lies as a reminder with its beastly tank against the failure of the project of Mamout.

Hex's adventures are not over yet... more will come, you can read about his two previous adventures here.

Silence: The Discovery
Why CTF?

Thanks for reading!

Edited September 26, 2017 by Hexed

[UAA619 97]

And may I ask what was the deadly weapon?

Great article though.

[hogree 4,179]

Ah, now thats a good question. ;) nah, its not a wep used in Tanki nowadays, after all, if it was around, it would be pretty invincible. And dont forget it was specially programmed for only Mamout.

 

BTW, thanks for the reply - I was starting to think that kool's hate of fiction was starting to take an effect on everybody! :o

Edited April 2, 2013 by hogree

[sakibsakib 0]

Great article

[SAHUVICKY 36]

cooool.

[UAA619 97]

Ah, now thats a good question. ;) nah, its not a wep used in Tanki nowadays, after all, if it was around, it would be pretty invincible. And dont forget it was specially programmed for only Mamout.

 

BTW, thanks for the reply - I was starting to think that kool's hate of fiction was starting to take an effect on everybody! :o

Well, I too read fiction books. During the past 2 years I have read so many novels: (Harry Potter: I read the whole 7 books in just 1 month; Alex Rider: although I have only read the first 2 books...I have to read the rest; Cherub: I don't think you've heard about it, it's a spy novel ;); Matthew Freeman series: I only read one book though... have to read the rest and it's from the same author that wrote Alex Rider...and many more...) :D . But this year I have not been able to read many books, though... I watch animes these days...

Kool's hate of fiction will never affect me... and I don't think it will affect you either.. ;)

Edited April 3, 2013 by UAA619

[MrJudge 1]

wow hog!!! nice article, really great effort, but hey tell you what, maybe i say maybe next time you can tell us more about that epic weapon ..

i can imagine what it could be like ;)

[FaaiqBilal1 795]

u read Chris Ryan books hog :o

[I.EatMyBullets 497]

i like these stories

[hogree 4,179]

u read Chris Ryan books hog :o

 

I do. And what.

[Queen.GangsTa 19]

you spelled mammoth wrong...

[boyice 18]

did not understroud but good :lol: :D :) :| :( ;(

[UAA619 97]

^ Are you serious?

[JonathanBernatowicz 119]

^ Are you serious?

+4

[williew 1,999]

Enjoyd, I really like the reporters articles!

Well done!

 

~williew~

[donut70 97]

so was mamout supposed to be just as strong as mammoth but smaller and faster.

[ExtremeKiller26 443]

I feel like the epic weapon must be a super thunder, because I felt it had a splash damage.

[r_SwagBoy110 421]

you spelled mammoth wrong...

[tiger_of_malaysia 271]

i hope u can make a story for his brother, Pent..i would love to read a story about him...

[hogree 4,179]

i hope u can make a story for his brother, Pent..i would love to read a story about him...

 

From Pent's perspective? You know what, I may do that..

[Ayesha_is_my_sister 13]

From Pent's perspective? You know what, I may do that..

yeah..thanks!