Warning: This chapter contains violence and gore. If you are offended by these thing, why are you even reading fanfics?
Chapter 2: Battle At Fort Condor
It was near dawn when Sean headed to the hanger. He was wearing his normal outfit of a plain white dress shirt, black jeans, hiking boots, leather sword belt, and brown leather jacket. Not wanting to be unprepared, he checked his sword for materia and his pack for neccisary supplies.
"Let's see; ten hi-potions, ten eithers, food, water, tent, and bandanges. Damn, I only have five minutes left." He said while checking his watch.
He reshouldered his pack and joged the rest of the way to the hanger. He reached the group of Soldiers just as their commander started the de-briefing.
"Glad to see you could make it Larkin. Now, as I was saying, you ten are going to be transported to Fort Condor by chopper. Once there, you will meet up with the rest forces and lead the attack. Your main objectives are to eleminate the stronger enemy forces, eleminate any shooters, and arrive at the shack at the top of the mountain. Do you understand?" said the commander.
"Yes sir!" the group responded at once.
"Sir, we are ready for lift off." said the pilot.
"Good. You boys have fun!"
Sean and the rest of the Soldiers entered the chopper and took off their packs. The commander stepped away as the chopper took off.
"Hey Sean, what's wrong? You look sort of down." said one of the Soldiers, Sean thought his name was Gren.
"Hmmmm...it's nothing. I was just thinking. Why are we going to fight the people at Fort Condor?"
"That's easy, because Rufus told us too."
"I mean, what's the real reason?"
"Who needs a reason? We get to kill!" said another Soldier.
"You're sick Frank. Real sick!" said Gren.
Sean lost interest in the conversation and let his mind drift.
The chopper ride was short and they soon arrived at the Fort. The chopper landed and the group filed out. An old man walked over to them.
"You must be the Soldier boys the president sent over. I'm General Dukes."
"Sean Larkin, Soldier 1st Class, what kind of forces are we going to be dealing with General?"
"Well, they have a few shooters, some nurses, a couple of engineers, but the brute of their forces are defenders and fighters. There are also a few tristoners and flame catapults."
"Where are the catapults and tristoners located?"
"Just below the shack. They're blocking the paths up."
"That will be a problem."
"No it won't. We'll just sent our monsters up to take care of them"
"You have monsters? How do you control them?"
"Shinra mind control device. Well, we better get this battle started." the General said as he walked over to command his troops.
The troops formed attack waves and held their lines. The Soldiers would attack first and eleminate the shooters. Then the flying monsters would take out the fighters. The land monsters and other troops would take out the rest.
Sean heard the General signal and the attack was underway. He drew his sword and rushed up the trail. A defender ran to meet him. The man swung his sword, but Sean ducked and thrusted his blade into the man's gut. The man toppled over. Sean yanked his sword free, it's blade stained crimson. Another defender ran at him. Sean raised his sword to parry the blow and kneed the man in the groin. As the man fell, Sean chopped off his head. He raced further up the trail to reach the shooters.
Suddenly, a white hot pain shot through his arm. Blood ran through a gun shot wound in Sean's shoulder. A shooter stood twelve feet away, his gun smoking. Saen raised his sword and yelled "Fire3!" A bright fire exploded under the shooter and he was in flames. The fire reached a sack of powder at his waist and exploded. The man was blown apart. Sean felt a grim sense of satisfaction.
Again he raced up the trail, killing man after man. He was nearing the shack now, nearing the massive weapons of destruction. A tristoner opened in front of him. Three huge boulders rolled on top of him. He was knocked back and slid down the mountain path. He stopped at the edge of a cliff, his body cut and bruised. A flaming catapult launched a fire ball from the top of the mountain. The flaming projectile headed straight for him, but he was too dazed to move. It exploded in front of him, knocking him of the cliff. He fell twenty feet and landed on the hard rock below. A boulder fell and snapped his leg. His head cracked against the ground. Then, everything went black.
Chapter 3: The Rebirth
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