Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ Love and War ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Spartan429 
Anime/Manga: Love Hina Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Updated On: 07.03.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 553 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Love Hina Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Updated On: 07.03.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 553 | Status: Work In Progress
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"abc"-speech over radio/TV
"abc"-English speech
Location: USMC CH-53E Super Stallion Helicopter: Call sign “Stallion One.” En route to Hinata City.
Status: Combat ready.
Alert Level: Defcon 1
Gunnery Sergeant Steven Arezza took a deep breath as the CH-53E helicopter hit yet another wave of turbulence. He knew that this was supposed to be a simple mission; go in, coordinate a defensive plan with the local JSDF personnel, await reinforcements and prepare for the PLA to attack. Simple, but nothing was ever simple in the Marines.
Steven was the type of person that would be willing to go on a guaranteed suicide mission if it meant the safe return of a civilian that he didn’t even know. He always made sure that his team got out of bad situation unscathed. Get this, he’s only been in the Marine Corp for four years. Four years, and already he was a Gunnery Sergeant in charge of the most deadly Spec-Ops team in the world. One would say that this is impossible, except for the fact that, unofficially of course, he was the best Marine ever trained. He had been through more battles, firefights, and combat scenarios than anyone around, with more confirmed kills and successful missions under his belt than everybody else. He had been given numerous promotions during his missions, and always exceeded the expectations of his superiors.
The pilot’s voice came over the comm. “Alpha, we are five to DZ (Drop Zone). Saddle up and get ready to jump.”
“Copy that,” Steven replied. “Get ready guys!” He turned to his team of four men. They were well trained, experienced men, that all called him “gunny,” based on his rank (the term gunny is not generally used by junior Marines, but he didn‘t have a problem with it). Staff Sergeant Zack Harland was the team’s demolitions expert and medic. The guy could blow the lock off a door without so much as a whisper, and he could turn a warehouse into a Hiroshima reenactment. Corporal John Brooks was an African American, and undoubtedly the toughest son of a bitch on the team. He was the team’s heavy weapons specialist. His favorite weapon was the M204G Medium machine gun, which fired 7.62mm rounds, up to eight hundred rounds per minute. The guy was trigger happy. Lance Corporal Dan Hosky was the team’s sniper, and hands down the best in his class. He could put a bullet through some poor bastard’s left eye from 1500 yards away. His weapon of choice was the newly developed Barrett M107 Rifle with a laser scope. Right now he was manning one of the CH-53E’s two XM-218 .50 caliber machine guns. And then there was the new guy…
Steven turned to the figure in the corner. The newest member, he had just graduated from recruit training on Parris Island. Everybody called him “Kid,” which he took without complaint. He had a decent physique to say the least, and his perseverance was astonishing. When they first met, Steven had seen a fair amount of potential, and had him put through an extra training program, to see if he could be sharpened to the most lethal sword in the Marines. He had passed with flying colors, and now he was on his first mission.
“Hey Kid, how are you holding up?” he asked.
Kid looked up with an emotionless face.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied. “But it’s just so hard to believe that we are at war. I never thought I’d live to see one, let alone fight in one.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine. Remember, this is Alpha team, the best of the best.”
“Hey Gunny!” Hosky yelled out. “You better take a look at this!”
Steven walked over to the gunner position and looked out the open hatch. In the distance, Tokyo and the surrounding prefectures could be seen, the nearest one being the Hinata Hot Springs. A collection of offices, hotels, bars, houses, and forests all gleamed in the afternoon sun. But something was wrong. In various locations, rising up from the ground, you could see…
“Smoke?”
His helmet had a HUD visor that slid down over his eyes, which he pulled down (think of the visor in Ghost Recon: Advanced Warfighter 2). He activated the zoom function, and took a close up view of the town. Smoke, fire, people running and screaming, and in the distance were PLA troops.
“Holy shit!” he yelled in surprise. He activated his comm. “Control, this is Alpha! The Chinese are attacking the Hinata District! Say again, the Chinese have commenced the assault earlier than anticipated! Request that reinforcements be immediately transported to the hot zone! Over!”
“Alpha, this is Control. Request approved. Reinforcements are en route. ETA is thirty minutes. You’ll have to hold them off until then. Over.”
“Roger that. Alpha out.”
He turned towards his team, who had shocked looks on their faces.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Saddle up! We hit the dirt in two!”
Everybody scrambled for their helmets and weapons. Steven and Kid both had M16A2 rifles with M203 40mm grenade launchers attached to the bottom of the fore grips. Brooks had his M204G, Hosky had his M107 rifle, and Harland had an M4 rifle. On top of that, everyone had four fragmentation grenades, four smoke grenades, and a LAAW (Light Assault Anti-Tank Weapon) portable rocket launcher across their backs.
“Alpha, be advised, the DZ is hot,” the pilot said over the comm.
“Just set her down nice and easy. Let’s make this drop as quick as possible,” Steven replied.
“Contact! Two o’clock!” Hosky yelled.
The landing zone was a mall parking lot that was surrounded on two sides by a thick tree line. It seemed that a squad of recon troops was taking cover behind the trees and firing at the chopper from relative safety. Hosky opened fire with the .50 caliber, the heavy rounds drilling into the enemy’s position. It was a small scale firefight, but the chopper they were in was meant for troop transport, not close combat. A couple of bullet holes appeared in the fuselage.
“We’re taking heavy fire!” the pilot cried out. “We have to relocate for the drop!”
“Do it! Get us outta here!” Steven yelled.
“Come on, you commie bastards!” Hosky yelled, as he sent another spray of .50s into the enemy troops. The chopper rose up and started to pull away. Hosky continued to fire.
“Is that all you got!? Huh? Is that all you-Aaagh!” A spray of blood shot from Hosky’s ankle as a bullet went clean through. He let go of the gun to grab his ankle, but the chopper made a sudden sharp turn, and he fell out the open hatch.
“Hosky!” Steven cried as he jumped for his friend. He just barely managed to grab Hosky’s hand and kept from falling out by grabbing the gun’s mount. He strained his muscles as he tried to pull Hosky back up. Bullets were flying everywhere.
“Kid! Give me some cover with that .50!” Kid ran to the gun and started to hose the enemy down.
“Hold on Hosky!”
“Don’t let go! Don’t let go!”
“I’m not gonna let go! You’re gonna be okay!”
Piff! Piff! Piff!
Three bullet holes appeared in Hosky’s chest. Time seemed to slow down considerably. Hosky’s pupils were dilated to the size of dinner plates, he was going into shock. Steven’s adrenaline was getting kicked into overdrive. Hosky tried to say something, but blood dripped from his mouth.
“Hosky!” Steven cried, trying to keep a grip on Hosky’s hand, but Hosky was loosening his grip. “Hang in there!”
Piff!
A bullet hole appeared right in Hosky’s head.
He let go.
“Hoskyyyyyy!”
Steven watched in horror as Hosky’s body fell down to the ground below. They hadn’t even gotten off the chopper and already the team had lost a man.
“Fuck!” he yelled in frustration, smashing his fist down on the floor.
“Gunny, four o’clock! They’ve got an RPG!” Kid shouted.
Ppssshheeeww!
The rocket propelled grenade flew by, missing the cockpit by inches. The pilot made a sharp turn and put the chopper into a fast ascension.
“Here comes another!”
Steven saw it coming. The pilot started to put the chopper into a dangerously steep nose dive, but the rocket was too close.
“Brace yourselves!”
BOOM!
The explosive concussion ripped through the air as the chopper’s tail was incinerated.
“We’re hit!” the pilot cried out in dismay.
The chopper, without its tail rotor, started to go into a flat spin. It began to plummet down to the ground, losing altitude dangerously fast. The pilot was wrestling with the controls like a madman.
“Mayday! Mayday! This is Stallion One, I’ve just been hit by a Chinese RPG! My tail rotor is scrapped and I am losing altitude rapidly! My coordinates are-”
“Look out!”
The chopper was heading for a narrow alley between two, four-story office buildings. The pilot tried to pull up, but it was too late. The back of the chopper hit the left building, sending it into a forward flip. The main rotors snapped off and flew in all directions as they hit the right building. A split second later, they were about hit the ground.
“HANG ONTO SOMETHING!”
Everything was plunged into darkness.
Date: May 1, 2007; 0926 hours (Military Time)
Location: Bomb shelter under Hinata Sou.
Status: Lockdown
Alert Level: Defcon 1
The girls could only watch the monitors in horror, as the Marine helicopter took a direct hit on the tail. The tail turned to scattered fragments, and the chopper spiraled down. The pilot’s cries were coming through the translator in a very high volume.
“We’re hit!”
The chopper was descending rapidly, heading for an alley.
“Mayday! Mayday! This is Stallion One, I’ve just been hit by a Chinese RPG! My tail rotor is scrapped and I am losing altitude rapidly! My coordinates are-”
The chopper’s rear collided with one of the buildings and flipped forward. The rotors snapped off and the chopper fell off screen.
“HANG ONTO SOMETHING!”
Static immediately poured from the speakers, and smoke started rising out from the alley.
“Oh, dear God,” Motoko whispered.
“D-d-do y-you think th-that anyone s-survived?” Shinobu whimpered, trying to hold back tears.
“I hope so,” Haruka said sadly.
Naru was officially out of it. She fell onto the nearest cot and started to cry uncontrollably. It had been a year-and-a-half since she’d seen Keitaro, and now it looked like she never would.
“Keitaro, where are you?”
abc-thoughts
"abc"-speech over radio/TV
"abc"-English speech
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Date: May 1, 2007; 0921 hours (Military Time)Location: USMC CH-53E Super Stallion Helicopter: Call sign “Stallion One.” En route to Hinata City.
Status: Combat ready.
Alert Level: Defcon 1
Gunnery Sergeant Steven Arezza took a deep breath as the CH-53E helicopter hit yet another wave of turbulence. He knew that this was supposed to be a simple mission; go in, coordinate a defensive plan with the local JSDF personnel, await reinforcements and prepare for the PLA to attack. Simple, but nothing was ever simple in the Marines.
Steven was the type of person that would be willing to go on a guaranteed suicide mission if it meant the safe return of a civilian that he didn’t even know. He always made sure that his team got out of bad situation unscathed. Get this, he’s only been in the Marine Corp for four years. Four years, and already he was a Gunnery Sergeant in charge of the most deadly Spec-Ops team in the world. One would say that this is impossible, except for the fact that, unofficially of course, he was the best Marine ever trained. He had been through more battles, firefights, and combat scenarios than anyone around, with more confirmed kills and successful missions under his belt than everybody else. He had been given numerous promotions during his missions, and always exceeded the expectations of his superiors.
The pilot’s voice came over the comm. “Alpha, we are five to DZ (Drop Zone). Saddle up and get ready to jump.”
“Copy that,” Steven replied. “Get ready guys!” He turned to his team of four men. They were well trained, experienced men, that all called him “gunny,” based on his rank (the term gunny is not generally used by junior Marines, but he didn‘t have a problem with it). Staff Sergeant Zack Harland was the team’s demolitions expert and medic. The guy could blow the lock off a door without so much as a whisper, and he could turn a warehouse into a Hiroshima reenactment. Corporal John Brooks was an African American, and undoubtedly the toughest son of a bitch on the team. He was the team’s heavy weapons specialist. His favorite weapon was the M204G Medium machine gun, which fired 7.62mm rounds, up to eight hundred rounds per minute. The guy was trigger happy. Lance Corporal Dan Hosky was the team’s sniper, and hands down the best in his class. He could put a bullet through some poor bastard’s left eye from 1500 yards away. His weapon of choice was the newly developed Barrett M107 Rifle with a laser scope. Right now he was manning one of the CH-53E’s two XM-218 .50 caliber machine guns. And then there was the new guy…
Steven turned to the figure in the corner. The newest member, he had just graduated from recruit training on Parris Island. Everybody called him “Kid,” which he took without complaint. He had a decent physique to say the least, and his perseverance was astonishing. When they first met, Steven had seen a fair amount of potential, and had him put through an extra training program, to see if he could be sharpened to the most lethal sword in the Marines. He had passed with flying colors, and now he was on his first mission.
“Hey Kid, how are you holding up?” he asked.
Kid looked up with an emotionless face.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied. “But it’s just so hard to believe that we are at war. I never thought I’d live to see one, let alone fight in one.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine. Remember, this is Alpha team, the best of the best.”
“Hey Gunny!” Hosky yelled out. “You better take a look at this!”
Steven walked over to the gunner position and looked out the open hatch. In the distance, Tokyo and the surrounding prefectures could be seen, the nearest one being the Hinata Hot Springs. A collection of offices, hotels, bars, houses, and forests all gleamed in the afternoon sun. But something was wrong. In various locations, rising up from the ground, you could see…
“Smoke?”
His helmet had a HUD visor that slid down over his eyes, which he pulled down (think of the visor in Ghost Recon: Advanced Warfighter 2). He activated the zoom function, and took a close up view of the town. Smoke, fire, people running and screaming, and in the distance were PLA troops.
“Holy shit!” he yelled in surprise. He activated his comm. “Control, this is Alpha! The Chinese are attacking the Hinata District! Say again, the Chinese have commenced the assault earlier than anticipated! Request that reinforcements be immediately transported to the hot zone! Over!”
“Alpha, this is Control. Request approved. Reinforcements are en route. ETA is thirty minutes. You’ll have to hold them off until then. Over.”
“Roger that. Alpha out.”
He turned towards his team, who had shocked looks on their faces.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Saddle up! We hit the dirt in two!”
Everybody scrambled for their helmets and weapons. Steven and Kid both had M16A2 rifles with M203 40mm grenade launchers attached to the bottom of the fore grips. Brooks had his M204G, Hosky had his M107 rifle, and Harland had an M4 rifle. On top of that, everyone had four fragmentation grenades, four smoke grenades, and a LAAW (Light Assault Anti-Tank Weapon) portable rocket launcher across their backs.
“Alpha, be advised, the DZ is hot,” the pilot said over the comm.
“Just set her down nice and easy. Let’s make this drop as quick as possible,” Steven replied.
“Contact! Two o’clock!” Hosky yelled.
The landing zone was a mall parking lot that was surrounded on two sides by a thick tree line. It seemed that a squad of recon troops was taking cover behind the trees and firing at the chopper from relative safety. Hosky opened fire with the .50 caliber, the heavy rounds drilling into the enemy’s position. It was a small scale firefight, but the chopper they were in was meant for troop transport, not close combat. A couple of bullet holes appeared in the fuselage.
“We’re taking heavy fire!” the pilot cried out. “We have to relocate for the drop!”
“Do it! Get us outta here!” Steven yelled.
“Come on, you commie bastards!” Hosky yelled, as he sent another spray of .50s into the enemy troops. The chopper rose up and started to pull away. Hosky continued to fire.
“Is that all you got!? Huh? Is that all you-Aaagh!” A spray of blood shot from Hosky’s ankle as a bullet went clean through. He let go of the gun to grab his ankle, but the chopper made a sudden sharp turn, and he fell out the open hatch.
“Hosky!” Steven cried as he jumped for his friend. He just barely managed to grab Hosky’s hand and kept from falling out by grabbing the gun’s mount. He strained his muscles as he tried to pull Hosky back up. Bullets were flying everywhere.
“Kid! Give me some cover with that .50!” Kid ran to the gun and started to hose the enemy down.
“Hold on Hosky!”
“Don’t let go! Don’t let go!”
“I’m not gonna let go! You’re gonna be okay!”
Piff! Piff! Piff!
Three bullet holes appeared in Hosky’s chest. Time seemed to slow down considerably. Hosky’s pupils were dilated to the size of dinner plates, he was going into shock. Steven’s adrenaline was getting kicked into overdrive. Hosky tried to say something, but blood dripped from his mouth.
“Hosky!” Steven cried, trying to keep a grip on Hosky’s hand, but Hosky was loosening his grip. “Hang in there!”
Piff!
A bullet hole appeared right in Hosky’s head.
He let go.
“Hoskyyyyyy!”
Steven watched in horror as Hosky’s body fell down to the ground below. They hadn’t even gotten off the chopper and already the team had lost a man.
“Fuck!” he yelled in frustration, smashing his fist down on the floor.
“Gunny, four o’clock! They’ve got an RPG!” Kid shouted.
Ppssshheeeww!
The rocket propelled grenade flew by, missing the cockpit by inches. The pilot made a sharp turn and put the chopper into a fast ascension.
“Here comes another!”
Steven saw it coming. The pilot started to put the chopper into a dangerously steep nose dive, but the rocket was too close.
“Brace yourselves!”
BOOM!
The explosive concussion ripped through the air as the chopper’s tail was incinerated.
“We’re hit!” the pilot cried out in dismay.
The chopper, without its tail rotor, started to go into a flat spin. It began to plummet down to the ground, losing altitude dangerously fast. The pilot was wrestling with the controls like a madman.
“Mayday! Mayday! This is Stallion One, I’ve just been hit by a Chinese RPG! My tail rotor is scrapped and I am losing altitude rapidly! My coordinates are-”
“Look out!”
The chopper was heading for a narrow alley between two, four-story office buildings. The pilot tried to pull up, but it was too late. The back of the chopper hit the left building, sending it into a forward flip. The main rotors snapped off and flew in all directions as they hit the right building. A split second later, they were about hit the ground.
“HANG ONTO SOMETHING!”
Everything was plunged into darkness.
Date: May 1, 2007; 0926 hours (Military Time)
Location: Bomb shelter under Hinata Sou.
Status: Lockdown
Alert Level: Defcon 1
The girls could only watch the monitors in horror, as the Marine helicopter took a direct hit on the tail. The tail turned to scattered fragments, and the chopper spiraled down. The pilot’s cries were coming through the translator in a very high volume.
“We’re hit!”
The chopper was descending rapidly, heading for an alley.
“Mayday! Mayday! This is Stallion One, I’ve just been hit by a Chinese RPG! My tail rotor is scrapped and I am losing altitude rapidly! My coordinates are-”
The chopper’s rear collided with one of the buildings and flipped forward. The rotors snapped off and the chopper fell off screen.
“HANG ONTO SOMETHING!”
Static immediately poured from the speakers, and smoke started rising out from the alley.
“Oh, dear God,” Motoko whispered.
“D-d-do y-you think th-that anyone s-survived?” Shinobu whimpered, trying to hold back tears.
“I hope so,” Haruka said sadly.
Naru was officially out of it. She fell onto the nearest cot and started to cry uncontrollably. It had been a year-and-a-half since she’d seen Keitaro, and now it looked like she never would.
“Keitaro, where are you?”