He quickly exits when the Humvee stops near the choppers. Picking up a duffle bag on its trunk and running to the hangar. After a few minutes, he exits out in his skeleton form. Immediately gestures for the Blackhawks to spool up. The snow was falling hard, but the veteran helicopter pilots weren't fazed by it. They quickly fired up their engines, preparing to fly into the darkness of the night.
[https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/829944365266763846/873901578820669482/107410_screenshots_20210421201937_1.jpg]
He approaches the fourth helicopter, the downwash created by the rotors pushing the snow clear of him. He reaches his left hand out, one of the soldiers gives him his M4 SOPMOD II assault rifle.
“It’s show time.”
Fully decked out in black Kevlar and equipment, they board the helicopters. Each of them had ten Black Ops soldiers inside, armed to the teeth with the latest military equipment Eldwood had to offer. The choppers take off and quickly disappear into the clouds. Even without seeing anything two feet in front of them, the Pilots use their aircrafts cockpit instruments to fly. The passengers could clearly see the quick adjustments and movements the skeletal pilots were making to keep it in direction.
It was after an hour of shaky and rocky flight did the air finally become calm and the helicopters could fly to their destination without turbulence. Though still unable to see anything, Trevor opens the helicopter's passenger door and sits on the edge with his belt tied down to the floor.
[https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/829944365266763846/873903197830385665/vtopprf.jpg]
He didn’t look apart from the others, the only identification they had was the tag behind their helmets. From A1 to D1. Denoting the person's position on the squad, Alpha 1 was behind him on the helicopter. The flag on their helmets was their country of origin, Trevor handpicked fellow American players to join him on his Spec Ops team. Their quad lens GPNVGs on its downward position as they look for anything that might catch their eyes. Bored, the squad leader opens up to the general.
“Anything bothering you sir?”
“This entire thing we’re about to do. I hope that we won’t have use for anything we’ll learn. Those Kingdoms, they want us to do their dirty work, I’m sure of it. I know we can’t be the first ones to investigate the Demon Continent. They’re messing with us, and who says there aren’t other modern guilds out there? Eldwood wasn’t the only Clan to switch from Dark Fantasy to Modern gear in Dark World. We have to find the Men of the Woods.”
“I get the feeling sir, that they’re also testing us. Seeing how fast and surgical we can operate. Kingdoms like that, James and Melurious, they’re too powerful to just let us off. If we do encounter the other modern guilds like the Men of the Woods, I hope we’ll be able to join up again with the League of Modern Guilds.”
“I know, from what we’ve talked about, the player kingdoms. They have no land or territory, as expected. Some tried to actually form a working medieval country. But so far, it has been nothing but failures. The people Breznick sent to us, they’re angry and competent at the same time. I’m sure that they’ve been making a constitution and all that, enforcing their status as an actual autonomous nation.”
“Then sir, that means we’ll have more things to look out for. But aren't most of our generals out to investigate the world?”
“Of course, at the end of the day, we’re just a group of people that banded together. Maybe for now, we can afford to be this open. We’ve already shown the continent how powerful we are, I highly doubt they’ll pull anything on us… for now.”
“I guess so. But in the long run sir, what if we don’t find a way home? What if we don’t find the League of Modern Guilds?”
“Easy, we’ll also become a country. Enforce members to stay and no longer stroll around. Become a true military and all that bureaucratic crap. Or as you said, form an Alliance with the other guilds, unite all people from our world and stand up against everyone while trying to find a way home.”
“We better find a way home sir, that sounds like a headache.”
“Hahahaha, it is. I’m sure though, that there is a way. Just like what the others said, if there’s a way in, there’s a way out. It’s just a matter of time till we find it.”
This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.
“Haven’t General Paul announced that the player level of two hundred doesn’t really mean anything anymore?”
“Yea, that’s kinda messed up but explains how he got his ass handed to him by a Countess.”
“I’ve fought Vampires before sir, our armor usually stands up against them. Eldritch equipment isn't a joke in Dark World VR. Death Knight stuff is one of a kind, should he be buffed up enough by the armor to make him stand toe to toe against such an enemy?”
“That’s the thing though, we aren’t in Dark World anymore, this isn’t a game. We’re actually in a strange land with strange people and cultures. We do not know what’s actually effective or not. There’s also the problem with the Magic Ministry of Dragovh. If they made the current Adventurers IDs that shows their levels, that means they know something that we don’t.”
“Oh no, this is gonna be some large conspiracy isn’t it sir?”
“Either that, or they just want to keep a constant track of the progress of their citizens and potentially pluck out those that show potential.”
“All that sir just to find those who can effectively kill everything that gets in their way?”
“I don’t get it myself, soldier. But whatever they’re up to. It’s no good.”
The two continue on their conversation. It was in the morning that the helicopters reached the barren ocean. They slowly turn Westward, after two hours. KC-130J Tankers appear on the horizon, the helicopters take turns performing midair refueling.
[https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/829944365266763846/835893931668537345/20210425223233_1.jpg]
They continue onward, facing East and into the Demon Continent. Trevor and the squad leaders were appalled by the beauty of the landscape, it’s as if it was an untouched wonder. The forest was brimming with life, and the plains were smooth and the picturesque mountains could be seen miles away. It was already afternoon when the choppers reached deeper into the land and the Sun was slowly sinking behind them. Breaking the moment to take in the beauty of the land, the Pilots gesture with their fingers. Opening it twice.
“Ten mikes sir!”
“Alright, alert the three others. Prepare for fast roping.”
The helicopters quickly descend to tree top levels, disturbing the once peaceful forest with its rotors. The wild animals down below could be seen being rattled by the flying machines, some were curious and started following the choppers as they flew right above them. The men lock and load, awaiting for the rotorcrafts to stop and quickly fast rope down.
Within a minute, the Pilots pull the stick, stopping the helicopter. They gesture a thumbs up and the men fast rope down to the ground. The four choppers were touching the tips of the trees as they waited for all of the men to be dismounted. The first below quickly took cover and secured a perimeter as their comrades rappelled down. After successfully dismounting all the Black Ops soldiers, the blackhawks quickly poured power into their engines, disappearing from their sights after a few seconds.
[v][https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/829944365266763846/834052929185906738/20210420203553_1.jpg]
“To all Units, Faceless signing it. Remember your RoE. Do not shoot unless shot upon.”
“Copy on all.”
He quickly changes his channel frequency to contact another person.
“Nightstalker, do you copy over?”
A reply immediately came, but it was a bit choppy and the obvious noise of propellers could be heard in the background.
“This is Nightstalker, I copy you five by five.”
“What’s your current status over?”
“We’re currently over the shoreline. A good five mikes south of you.”
[v]
[https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/829944365266763846/873908884631339048/20210424132812_1.jpg]
“Break, we’ve completed midair refueling. Expect us to start orbiting you in eight minutes over.”
“Roger. Change frequency to one ten point twelve, we’ve touched down and are ready to call in air support.”
“Copy on all Faceless. Nightstalker out.”
Trevor gestures to the men to start moving forward, they quickly move through the forest. Weaving left and right, the mystical beasts of the forest could sense the danger they’re emitting and look the other way. They methodically cut through the bushes and wet soil as light rain poured on them. All of a sudden, one of the soldiers on the right most of the line formation quickly hears a growl next to him. Without even thinking twice, the mindless skeleton opens fire, and a Wolf pops out of the bush. Bleeding out from the gunshots. They continue onwards, ignoring what just happened. It was after a good ten minutes when they finally reached out of the forest.
Nightstalker was already orbiting them, sending information from what they’re seeing around their vicinity. The land was pretty open after the large patch of dense forest. Looking over the open plain, Trevor sees a dirt road which could possibly be used by the citizens of the continent. With their guns up, they quickly make their way to it. Curious to make contact with the people of the land.
“All units, keep your eyes peeled. I get the feeling we’ll be meeting some natives soon.”
“Copy that.”