Fan Fiction ❯ Battle Royal Crescendo ❯ Part I: Guns and Glory! Enter the Run and Gun Duo! ( Chapter 1 )

Alpha Zone
Act 1: Battle Royal Crescendo

By Sir Aaron Rowell

Part I: Guns and Glory! Enter the Run and Gun Duo!

Friday: the day most people would consider the end of the week, and, of course, the beginning of the weekend. It is the day that young and old take a break from life’s difficult schedules, when children look forward to two days of freedom from school. The inhabitants of planet Maxima Friday, like everyone else, end the week with a bang.

Somewhere in orbit, a shuttle entered the atmosphere. The ship itself was the size of a sporting arena, painted in woodland camouflage and a wingspan of a football field on each side. The shuttle finally reached the planet’s tropical coastal region. The beaches were occupied by a busy township and naval base, and as the shuttle landed on the port, it was greeted by a small squad of light infantry soldiers. A middle-aged man in a suit waited at the front of the line, his eager anticipation satisfied when the lower door opened to reveal two figures.

Dismay quickly followed when the shapes resolved themselves into two teenage boys. One of the boys had long, black hair, and was dressed in a black t-shirt, a pair of stone-washed jeans, and high-top basketball sneakers. The other had a black tank top, urban-camo fatigue pants and boots and spiky dark violet hair. A soldier made a smartass comment that the former looked like an attractive girl, earning him a nasty scowl. Before anything happened, however, the boy gave a smirk to the leader of the men. “Well, since we’re done screwing around… Let’s get to business.”

The suited man then cleared his throat and said, “Why yes… Permit me to introduce myself. My name is Miguel Batista, I am the vice governor of San Ricardo. The Governor has sent me here to escort you two his quarters on the subject matter.”

“My name is Darren Hawk,” the long-haired boy said, then pointed to his companion, “And this is my partner Corey Bassmeister.”

The spiky-haired boy replied, “Yo.”

The introductions over, the arrivals waited in vain for the man to continue. “If you don’t mind, we would like to visit his honorableness,” Darren prompted.

“Oh! Right! Follow me.”

Just a few minutes later, the group set off from the port in army Humvees. As the convoy entered the tropical streets of San Ricardo, Darren marveled at the scenery. ‘Such a beautiful place, it’s a shame I won’t be here to enjoy it,’ mused the long haired mercenary. His spiky-haired took notice of his contemplation and sarcastically asked, “Enjoying the view, Dee?”

“Yeah…”

“When this job is over, we can go to anywhere you want. We could spend the whole frikkon summer goofing around and meeting all the pretty ladies.”

“Yeah...”

“Are you going to talk, or are you going to say “yeah” all day.”

“No it’s not that…””Oh…. So are you thinking about that cute redhead, huh?”

“Um…”

“I am right…. Heh… I see someone’s in l-o-v-e.”

“Listen, you-“

“Mr. Hawk, Mr. Bassmeister, we have reached the governor’s mansion,” announced the Vice Governor and the convoy entered the gate. In front of the shoreline mansion stood tropical vegetation, more soldiers on guard, and another middle-aged man, this time in a midnight blue suit. His appearance of suave sophistication was lost as he patted his salt-and-pepper ponytail and smiled nervously at the approaching mercenary duo. ‘They are so young,’ the man thought disbelievingly, ‘I just hope this is not a sick joke.’ He then shook both Darren and Corey’s hand. “I am Antonio Silva, Governor of San Ricardo.”

“Darren Hawk. A pleasure, sir.”

“The pleasure is all mine, young man,” the governor replied, then looked towards the spiky haired boy. “And who might you be?”

“Corey Bassmeister, Sir.”

“Yes… Yes. Now with that being said I have a test for the two of you.”

“Test?” the boys asked in unison.

“Only to see how capable you are at the job I have for you two.”

The two mercs shrugged, again at the same time, “Sure.”

Antonio smiled at the thought. He was not sure that the two teenaged soldiers of fortune were not qualified for the job. To ensure he wasn’t wrong, he waved at the guards accompanying him. “Men! I want you to attack them with everything you got!”

“But sir, they’re just kids!”
“Do it now!One of the soldiers nervously choked, “Don’t take this ass whooping personal…”As each soldier tried to attack, the two mercs easily dodged their strikes. Very skilled at hand-to-hand combat, the governor knew very few people could beat his men head on. Yet, Darren caught one of the soldiers fist, twisted his arm, and threw him over his shoulder’s like a rag doll. Corey smashed his elbow into one soldier’s gut and followed with a powerful ax kick. Another soldier tried to rush the longer haired boy from behind, but was caught with a leg sweep followed by a jump kick by his companion. He then gave one soldier a vicious roundhouse kick to the throat. After several brutal minutes of the two teens’ onslaught, the governor called out, “That’s enough! I see that the two of you have extraordinary skills and more than capable to do the job that I have intended for.”

Releasing his headlock of one of the soldiers, Darren smiled, “So now we can talk business?”

“Yes… Yes, we can talk business. Follow me.”

“Sweet,” smirked Corey as he “accidentally” stepped on the back of one of the fallen soldiers, earning him a painful groan. Once they had gathered in the governor’s office somewhere inside the massive household, Antonio painfully began to explain the job. “About three days ago my daughter, was kidnapped by a group of terrorist known as the Red Wolf clan. They said they would kill her if I did not relinquish my term as Governor and hand them over 100,000,000 credits. Their ring leader is Artemis Lamonica, also known as “Scar” due to a battle scar he received during the “Great War” years ago.” He handed Darren the picture of the supposed kidnappers. Each “thug” was dressed in combat fatigues as well was their leader. The long-haired boy’s eyes grew as he sees the man’s face, “Hold the phone…”

“Is something the matter, Mr. Hawk?”

“No…. but I found something very interesting…. This douchebag here has countless warrants for his arrests. He’s wanted for murder, trafficking, smuggling, and aggravated assault. You name it! This guy has pretty impressive bounty on his head.”

“Do you think he may have harmed my little girl?”

“Not sure… my guess is that if we don’t get there sooner, he might just kill the girl for shits and giggles,” Corey replied as he leaned on the wall passively.

Darren glared at his partner for his bluntness before turning back to Antonio, “We’ll have to take these guys out fast, then. So tell me, Mr. Governor, what does she look like?”

“As a matter of fact I’ll show you,” the governor then grabbed a photo album and turned the page. The picture showed the man holding a young preteen girl with dark brown hair and hazel eyes.”“Cute kid.”

“Her name is Nichol…. She’s all that I have left. Her mother died three years in a car wreck.”

“I’ll have her back before her bed time. So where do you think these dirtbags are currently residing?”

“Deathcross, a small Island which is located forty kilometers southeast from the nearest beach from here.” He said as one of his soldiers hands him a briefcase. Opening it, he looked at the mercs with concern in his eyes, “I will give you 25,000 credits now, and another 25,000 when you come back with my daughter.”

“Will do, Sir…. Corey and I have never failed a mission, and I will keep that habit.”

“Thank you so much for your help.”

“We will leave to go get your daughter A.S.A.P. And like I said, we’ll be back in six hours.”

After some preparations and some planning, the duo was escorted via helicopter 20 meters from the beach of Deathcross in swim trunks, with two massive duffle bags and an inflatable raft. After exiting the helicopter, the two warriors-for-hire vigorously paddled themselves to shore and geared up. Darren dressed himself in set of tiger-stripped battle dress uniform with neatly cuffed sleeves up to the bicep, dark green t-shirt, black boots, and a vest with spare ammo; he then followed with a matching boonie hat, a pair of black leather half finger gloves, a bandolier of various 40mm grenade rounds, and sheathed his two and a half feet long one-sided sword in it’s scabbard on his back. He picked up a carbine select fire assault weapon with grenade launcher attachment and charged the bolt back, arming it with a 60 round 5.56mm round cartridge.

Corey on the other hand dressed himself in a pair of olive drab bdu pants, a form-fitted black tank top, boots, and a utility vest full of grenades and knives. He strapped his knife scabbard around his left thigh before he put on a pair of black half finger gloves. Corey proceeded to arm his squad machine gun with a 5.56mm round drum before he slung a 12 gauge shot gun on his back. Finally, the spiky-haired youth covered his face and arms with green and brown camouflage before tying a bandanna around his head. The two of them faced each other, smiled and bumped knuckles.

“Let’s kick some ass!”

*To be continued*


Author’s note: For those who are wondering what the clothing Darren and Corey wore I’ll let you in on it. BDU’s, or rather Battle Dress Uniforms are the camouflaged uniforms we service members wear when we are on the job or in the field. Most notably down range in Iraq or Afghanistan. A boonie hat is the type of headgear soldiers/marines wear in heated weather conditions(most recently used in Deserts). And yes, I am in fact a soldier, but this little story is complete fantasy and has nothing to do with the military as a whole. Anyways, stay tuned for part two. Please send feed back to my email, ShogunX81@yahoo.com or the review from this site. Thank you, and please send me criticism when needed. ^_^