1st Beacon Army campaign
Date of launch: 1/1/2, 12:23 P.M.
Location: West Plaza, Military District, Beacon City
Alright, everyone, line up!" Yelled a four-point star. All the soldiers around him were hurrying into positions.
"The time is now to commence our operation. The Wall regiment has told us that the enemy have now begun to retreat and has given us the green light.
"A squad of windrunners have already scouted ahead and confirmed that the beasties are regrouping in the outer ring of the Creator's light."
A duo of earthshakers in Centurion class armor soon stood beside the 4 pointed star, which is now confirmed to be a commander, one of the highest classes a 4 pointed star, in their already elevated glory, could achieve.
His gaze swept across the orderly line of soldiers, looking for anyone who dared to relax, and when he found none, he spoke once more.
"As you all may know, all the battalions within the army had several new changes over the course of 2 months, such as the new names given to specific battalions.
"But we would delve deeper into that after our first operation, but first, he said before snapping his fingers. Many Hermes class windrunners were dispatched and began handing out folders to the soldiers in formation, each wondering the purpose of the folder.
"In your hands are the battalions you would be joining and your new class assignment. If you would please flip to the next pave of the folder, you would find your new set of duties and orders as well as your roles in today's mission. Of course your pay has been adjusted accordingly," the commander added.
"At the back of the folder you would also find a parchment containing the list of battalions that would be joining us on the frontlines of the campaign. If you are part of the battalion listening to said parchment, then congratulations, you are one of the first to taste proper combat, other than manning the HMGs on the wall."
"You all get 30 minutes to familiarize yourself with your companies and fellow soldiers, while the 2nd artillery battalion continues to shell the enemy position, and once time is up, the ones listed on the parchment must begin preparing with haste, and once finished, we march towards the enemy."
"Today we shall push them out of our lands, dismissed!" He yelled before walking off, leaving the soldiers still confused but more or less excited. Some have already begun to walk towards their designated areas to familiarize themselves with their new equipment and teams.
One of them is B4-637.
He continued to read his folder and brand new role. He was apparently supposed to work with the 1st assault battalion as one of the mechanics. His brows furrowed as clear dissatisfaction showed, and he let out a sigh and continued on his journey towards his newly assigned building.
He weaved through the busy waves of soldiers rushing about, trying to get things from here to there and back. It was a disorganized mess. He looked up momentarily to see a 4-point star of the officer class berate a group of soldiers who had dropped vials of morphine and bottles of medication. No wonder the officer looked like he was about to explode like an artillery shell.
He shook his head before continuing forward. He had only had half an hour to check out his new equipment. Although it wasn't like the HMG he had always operated, it was still a beauty. He was apparently promoted to head mechanic, and now, with his newly acquired rank, he was to oversee the maintenance of the Fuji Tanks of the firecrackers.
Although he wanted to operate some kind of heavy machinery, overseeing the maintenance of one is still just as fun.
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He soon arrived at the new building and speed-walked towards the warehouse. He really wanted to see the Fuji tank he had only just heard of.
He circled around the building, trying his best not to bump into anyone in this chaotic mess, but after awhile he soon arrived at the warehouse, where several soldiers were standing idly outside, seemingly admiring something within the warehouse.
"Okay everyone, please, for the love of the creator, do not step beyond this line unless you have the authorization to." An Enforcer class Windrunner yelled at the group whilst trying to coordinate the rest of the enforcers.
Awh, come on, doll, we just want to see the damn thing. Can you do it for me, please?" A Phoenix classmate pleaded, who only got a kick to the shin for stepping beyond the boundaries.
B4-637 had to push and shove a lot of people out of the way, with some even threatening to beat the shit out of him, but they were all quickly shut up when they realized he was technically a higher rank than they are. No matter what you are, an army grunt is nothing compared to a manager. They can try threatening, but that would definitely get them thrown into solitary. After a bit more pushing and shoving, B4-637 finally reached the yellow line.
"May I see your identification card?" The very same enforcer asked B4-637.
"Wait a moment," He replied before grabbing a piece of paper from his folder.
Uh, sir. This is the list of battalions that will partake in the campaign," She said in a slightly ridiculing voice.
"Wait, what? 637 said. "Where's my identification card? he yelled while patting his pockets to try and feel his paper.
"I'm sorry, but until you show me your identification card, I cannot allow you to enter the warehouse, she said, raising a brow while trying to politely shoo him away.
"I understand, he said, defeated.
Once again, he pushed and shoved his way out of the crowd, only this time without his identification. Let's say he got a few punches on his way out and some kicks towards his more sensitive parts.
Once he got out of the crowd, he began to wonder how he would get another identification card. He could always try to find it, but due to how things are right now, he would most likely have to resort to getting a new one from management. This is going to make his wallet cry.
He took a seat on a branch and closed his eyes. After a moment, he let out a deep sigh, lifted his head up, and watched as the crowd of soldiers began to disperse. His eyes lit up in hope; maybe he didn't have to resort to talking to management, but he was then hit with reality as more people came than went.
His palms covered his face as he let out a muffled groan. Why won't they move? ' He thought irritatedly.
He shook his fist in anger as his expression turned sour. He really should have watched his belongings; now he has to deal with the hassle of getting another identification card.
Maybe this was karma for when he questioned how someone could lose their identification cards when they had first gotten them three months prior. Well, now he knows. Negligence and being unfocused.
"Oi. You there?" He looked up and raised a brow. It was the same cute firecracker he had met before. Still with her feisty temper "What are you doing?"
B4-637's brows raised as confusion plastered his face. What kind of fucking question is that? Can't she see I'm sitting and mulling? "It's none of your business; aren't you supposed to work on your book or something?"
Her face turned ruby red when I said that. "Quiet you fucking asshole. That was supposed to be private, she said while doing a shushing motion.
"What, isn't that what writers want? Their work to be known or some shit?" He asked, somewhat confused by her current emotions. Don't authors like the spotlight?
"That's true; I give you that, but you have to realize that some of us authors get embarrassed if you talk about our works out loud, she said while looking to the sides.
"I think that's what you call pride. Aren't you an author? Aren't you supposed to know how emotions and whatnot work?" He said, somewhat confused.
OK, first of all, rude. Second of all, just because we know how those things work, that doesn't mean we know how to handle them, she said with a puff of her chest before she sat down beside B4-637.
"What are you doing?" 637 asked.
"I won't answer that because you didn't answer me when I asked you the very same question, she said, refusing to make eye contact while still with her arms crossed against her chest.
"I can see that you're sitting down, but can you do it somewhere else, you know? With your friends? And away from me?" He said. Although he did not intend to say the last part, he's not disagreeing with it.
The girl turned to 637 with a look that said "The audacity of this mother fucker".
Okay, firstly, how dare you, and secondly, I don't have any friends, she said with an underlying bitterness in her tone. Though 637 did not pay attention to her very bitter tone but instead focused on the thing she said,
"You don't have any friends?" he asked, slightly flabbergasted that someone is just as good as he is at getting friends. And the only reason he even has a friend is because his friend took pity on him when he found 637 cleaning the barracks all by himself.
"What are you talking about? I've never said I didn't have any friends, she said, still refusing to make eye contact.
No, you definitely said you didn't have any friends."
Nope," She replied, with an emphasized pop at the end.
'Wah-... Wtf, 637 thought, extremely confused with the girl beside him. She did say she was friendless just a moment ago, but now she's saying she HAS friends. What's going on?
OK, fine, why don't you introduce me to your friends? 637 said while crossing his arms.
The girl visibly froze, her lips thinning into a straight line. Well, I, uh, can't do that right now. Yeah, because they're busy."
"I've seen rocks lie better than you, 637 replied bluntly with a slightly annoyed expression.
Okay, so what if I don't have any friends? It's not your business anyway, the girl said angrily before poking 637 in the chest. Besides, you're just as friendless as me."
Actually, I do have a friend, and his is with another battalion, 637 said while making eye contact.
"I doubt it, the girl replied with a raised brow.
"Fine, whatever, 637 said with finality in his tone before going quiet. The girl did the same.
A awkward silence befell the two as both gave a thousand-yard stare into nothing in particular. A few minutes passed before they both, at the same time, broke it.
"You lost your identification card, didn't you?" They said in complete sync, neither being slower or faster than the other.
"Yes...." 637 said before burying his face into his palms.
"You wanna go get our new identification cards together? Our punishment might be more bearable, the girl asked. Who got an affirming grunt in response from 637.