The Warrior
1490 Words
The Warrior
May 27, 2421
09:07
Wiseguys Base
"The True Warrior Fights Not because He Hates the One in Front of Him, but because He Loves Those Behind Him," - G.K. Chesterton
West stands in front of the Garage, where the Vehicles of the Wiseguys were stored. Like the structures around, the roof was covered in sand; being blown by the strong wind. As well, the interior itself was very sandy. Sand laid tightly in the corners and crevices of the building. A Jeep, similar to ones Of Car March Production, was strung into the air by tens of cables. Underneath, Peter was working on the Brakes of the vehicle. West, who was wearing his full suit of white armor; noticed Peter without his Uniform once more. West has always found anyone, especially Peter; without their uniform, to be visually annoying. Peter was wearing a black tank top, one that wasn't his size. It was fairly tight around his torso. Along with that, brown cargo pants. Peter noticed West nearby looking down at him. He quickly slid out with the help of the roller under him.
"West, watching me work again?" Peter asked, standing up off the sandy floor.
As he took a step, Peter nearly tripped over the Roller. Just to have the roller ram into the back of his left ankle. A surge of Quick Pain rushed through his body. He took a step back, to lift his left leg. Peter grabbed his foot and lightly moaned.
"Well, John told me to help you with heavy lifting; sore ankle," West Said, entering the Garage.
Peter glances at his fellow soldier. He shortly signs and begins to speak again. As well, he released the grasp of his leg.
"I don't need help, I have the Roller and Cables to help me," Peter Said, facing away from West.
After a second of Silence, West asked a question; causing a new conversation with Peter.
"Why don't you wear your armor?" West asked.
"Are you serious? It's hot as hell out here," Peter responded, suddenly surprised by what West had said.
West watches Peter run his right hand through his short black hair. His hand was dirty, now causing his hair to be dirty; not like it wasn't before. West thought all of this, after seeing Peter run his hands through his hair.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you can break NGSD Order 1-E Uniform Code," West quickly said.
Peter turned back around to confusingly stare at West. He was dumbfounded that West, out of everyone he knew in the NGSD, suddenly spoke about Rules and Codes.
"Uh, what did you just say?" Peter asked.
"I ain't repeating it," West added, growing unpleased.
Peter simply signed and returned to changing the brakes. As West watched Peter lay back down onto the Roller, he noticed the toolbox that lay next to Peter was the same one John owned. West was just about to ask if John lent him the toolbox, but not before he saw movement in the corner of his visor. West looks to see Eric entering the Garage. When West made eye contact with Eric, Peter began to speak.
"Hey, it's the Rookie; how is it puny?" Peter asked, after noticing the Boots that belonged to the new recruit.
Eric sighs and ignores Peter's taunt. He faces West. Like him, Eric also wore his full suit of armor. Of course, Eric's armor was Monroe; instead of white, like West's.
"Do you know at all what a Spelncast is?" Eric asked.
"A what?" West asked.
"Spelncast? Spelncast? Spell something…," Eric explained poorly.
"Oh, Spell Case? I think I saw it laying on the floor in the Computer Room," Peter responded, eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Oh, thanks…," Eric slowly said.
After a second of silence, Eric asks another question.
"What the hell is a Spell Case? John assumed I would know what that is," Eric mentioned.
"It's what John calls his Crate of Booze," West explained.
"Why?" Eric asked, confused as all hell.
"Pfft, as if we would know," Peter said, lightly laughing.
Eric looks back towards West. Instantly, he turns around and makes his way back towards the Base. West watches him until he no longer has sight of Eric. He turns to look back at Peter…
"What do you think about the Recruit?" West asked, crossing his arms.
Peter didn't respond immediately, but after some time; He soon did.
"Well, rather than all the work to explain s**t to him and showing him around the area; he's not that bad, just a little annoying," Peter answered.
"He probably thinks the same about you," West added.
"I don't care," Peter responded quickly.
"Yeah, whatever…," West said.
He turns around, walking away from Peter, the Garage, and the Discussion…
After some time, West had already entered his ATV; and drove around the Perimeter. As he drives at the speed of Thirty miles per hour, he looks around to spot any disturbance or Enemy Soldiers. He passes by several Vegetation, Dunes, and Boulders. Unknown to him, a man far away watches him through his Sniper Scope. It was Recon, of the Empire. The Empire, like what was said earlier; is one of many Criminal Organized Armies. However, this one is different from the rest. The original founders of The Empire were Ex-Officers of the NGSD. They were fed up with how unorganized they were. Because the NGSD was so unreliable, it caused a lot of failures. Even when the Raised came to invade, they won by a landslide. Out of the twelve planets, four were successfully saved.
Recon looked closely at his target. The idea to assassinate him far from his base would be a good idea, but he pushed the thought away quickly. Personally, Recon wanted to approach this mission differently. His goal was to have no deaths at all on the battlefield. However, one has already; and soon, there will be more. He hopes he'll have the chance to persuade his targets to leave before the first squadron of the Empire arrives. As West drove out of his sight, static appeared in his right ear. After a second of that, a voice; familiar to Recon began speaking…
"Hey Recon, sorry to bother you; but why don't we inform Command there are Soldiers here right now," The Voice asked.
Before Recon answered, he had thought about the man who was talking. Harold Fitzhugh, also known as Soldier 24-H2. With Harold, compared to other Soldiers of the Empire; he had special treatment. He's new to the Empire, well; as a Soldier. For years, he was the type of guy who stands around and counts cargo coming in from shipments. A Worker in the Empire's Shipment Yards on the Planet of Blonw(Blown). Blonw was actually beside Crown, like Zi on the other side of the Crown. Harold was fired after a miscount on Food Supplies. The Town the Food went too, wasn't enough; causing people to fight over the food; which made more problems. After having no job to pay bills, he decided to become a Soldier instead.
Recon was in charge of Harold's teachings and rules of being a soldier for the Empire. Harold also wore a different armor set from the rest. His headgear was more like a Mask instead of a helmet. The very body armor he wore, actually has fewer pieces of Protection. Another reason Harold was with Recon was to stay out of the fight. He wasn't fully ready for War, and so he would stay far from the battle with Empire's Best Sniper, Recon.
"Ugh, We haven't got a clear number on how many there are. It's best we wait till then. Besides, let them enjoy themselves before being killed one by one," Recon answered.
"Oh...okay then, I'll go now," Harold responded.
"Wait…," Recon began.
"Yeah?" Harold asked.
Recon was silent a bit. He wanted to order him not to contact him while he's scouting, it bothers him; but he didn't really want to at all….
"Nevermind," Recon finished.
"Copy," Harold Said, removing his finger off his earpiece.
Harold, in his set of armor of the color white, with some grey and purple detail on it spread out, sat on a rock half-buried. He shortly took his Pack off of his back and rested it on his side. Harold unzipped the biggest pocket of the pack and drew a small blue paper bag, with the words 'Be Careful Harry! I also got you a Bigger's Chocolate Bar'. Under the note, was a mark; followed by the letter 'B'. Harold opened the colorful bag. He sees his lunch for the day, a Sandwich, Chocolate Pudding, a couple of Oranges, a soda can, and the Chocolate Bar produced from Bigger's Treats for Adults. Harold snatches the Bar and tears it open. He takes a small bite and hums to himself, enjoying the mixture of the Taste and the Beautiful Sunny Day….
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