Tankiverse War

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                                                                     The Tankiverse War

 

The Pull Of A Trigger

 

War. It's simple yet so confusing. One word that burdens this world so heavily, war. The tens of millions of people who have been buried beside this word, war. They start with everyday events and lead up to terrible destruction of so many countries. The downfall of the human race is a good example, their race let loose nuclear war on themselves leading to their own extinction, bringing about the age of Tanki.

 

Were we better? No, we fight battles everyday and take joy out of them, killing is on our list of daily chores. Our wars are no different, in fact, I remember being present at the festival being held at Barda as our king Godmode himself attended the celebration of the reopening of Chernobyl. I was only a few meters to his right, talking to a rich noble from Zone as I was too late to see the barrel of that sniper poking out of the building's fifth floor window, his visor pointing straight at the king, who was unaware of the mortal danger he was in.

 

I attempted to make a move, but that was just when he took his shot, and blew off the back of Godmode's head, followed by screams of men and women alike. 'There!' I shouted, pointing to the building as I saw his shaft creep back into the room. we gave chase after the culprit, however he was long gone, having formulated a notably flawless plan.

 

For a few days it was complete silence, everyone was in mourning, then, complete madness ensued, names were thrown around, orders were made, investigations were held. Russian and German officials were mostly on the offensive, blaming others for the problems, even though some of them did not agree with the others, they lacked much power. Berlins president, Illiashwatz Hainsh, along with cologne's, Irantosh zyakston where the most hostile from Germany, while Kungur's and Solikamsk's, (Vladmire chenchua and Roskin Alexander respectively) from Russia were mostly on the offensive.

 

They were against the leaders of Iran, Parma, Rio and Courage, although there were many more that were involved in the war. Soldiers are moving in from all directions, Germany declared war a few days ago, followed by all the southern territories and Russia. I was personally, along with all other strong leaders briefed on our mission to defend innocent civilians. We'll be moving in from the southeast, sweeping our way west and returning home via a secret route in the northwest. I command second division, first brigade and fourth regiment. Our job will be to provide offensive support to the big boys not far ahead of us. Our 'trip' will begin two hours from now. Anxiety is high among our troops.

                                                                                                                                                                   

There isn't much of a system between ranks, a general takes part in a war along with a private, but in a more 'safe' position. Killing them will be hard, and if they get away we won't have much of a chance at winning, as if anyone can win a war in the first place. I am lieutenant-Colonel  Aorou Bossard, and I reside in Rio, while mainly serving in Iran. It will probably be the last war I take part in. It's amazing to think that all of this happened so fast, all of this chaos because of one pull of the trigger.

 

Moving  North

 

 

We finally began our epic journey yesterday. Most of us wore usual combat equipment, Viking Thunder, however higher ranks could suit up differently to show superiority. I, being the highest rank; was equipped with Dictator and Hammer. However I had full authority to change equipment whenever I wanted, and all others had to personally take admission from me before changing. As always, I decided to engage with our newcomers to better connect with them. 

 

James Brownwood was one of them, Slight tanned skin, blue eyes, hair made into a quiff and a smile which could melt hearts, with good manners. Another was Dan Eacott, He mostly kept to himself, he was mild mannered and an introvert. He mentioned during the short talk we have that he was going to go back to his family in Garder. Beginners like him think it's just that easy, you go, kill a few men, get called a hero and come back. It's never that easy.                                                            

 

I myself am a veteran. I talked to our Major and second in command, Ethan woods, a soldier similar to me. He said the situation was unclear, and chances we would see the next few sunrises were slim. My good friend Captain William also took part in the conversation, saying we wouldn't be 'lucky enough' to die.

 

Dying is something every experienced soldier awaits and holds to be precious. We have killed more soldiers than the amount of days we have lived. We are making our way across the foggy mountains. 'Good one!' I remarked at a joke William made. A sergeant named Ellard accompanied that laugh. He was an eccentric man, William, and his jokes always cracked me up. Suddenly a Rail gun shot went past me, piercing the left side of the hull of a soldier behind me. We were being ambush. "FIRE AT WILL!" I commanded. The dozens of fires of Thunders nearly deafened me. I quickly took Hornet, commanding some of those under me to do the same.

 

We went left through a small path and found a small firing squad firing blindly. We went in with our short range weapons and took them out with little or no effort. Sounds of tank tracks advancing towards us were heard. I commanded Ethan to go west with all the men for now, and bring some of them back as reinforcements. I used that same path to scout the enemy. This time there were standard soldiers, Thunder Vikings with one Hornet and Smoky at the rear of the group. I assumed the latter to be the leader. I decided to go around back, and right before they spotted me my men opened fire.

 

I hit the weak hull of the Smoky right before he returned fire. He missed, I landed another perfect shot, killing him. His inferiors had no chance as they did not even know where my men were. They were dead in thirty seconds. I told William and Rose, another Captain to scout ahead. Ethan returned with reinforcements, however they were not needed. All men were advancing using a longer route in the west. We decided to keep on going on the original path. There were about fifteen of us. Before we even had a chance to accelerate to full speed, half a dozen, blood red shaft lasers appeared out of nowhere. Boom Boom Boom.

 

They shot Ellard, he collapsed behind me, I took his head into my palm, and he died looking at me. We shot from the hip at the Russian hunters, killing them all. Damn it. We will continue to move up north. Who knows, I probably wont be alive in the next few hours. 

Edited November 15, 2017 by Destrod

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Approved. 

 

-Corrected spelling and formatting. 

 

Remember, always capitalize the first word of every sentence. And also, don't use commas so much in the middle of sentences, since it drags on and on and makes it quite hard to read.

 

I'll be waiting for the next installment :P

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I'll be waiting for the next installment :P