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[ARCHIVED THREAD] - Shared Universe Roundrobin (Patriotic Hero)

Posted: 10/25/2001 9:47:42 PM EDT

This came up by way of my Patriotic Hero idea. However, I am unsure exactly how to do this, because I am more used to writing longer stories. Here is my opening salvo :)

The silent figure, clad in battle dress and covered in scent masker, held himself prone and motionless. He lay on an impossibly small chunk of rock, that seemed to be nothing but sharp spikes jutting into his legs and torso. Blending into the bleached butte, he overlooked a road which was nothing more than spaces between the rocks wide enough for light cargo trucks. Openings to the caves could be seen in the almost nonexistant light, on the other side of the road. The figure could see them quite clearly, as his vision had been rated at 20/5, and he possessed extraordinary night vision. He could see things that other men needed night vision goggles to discern.
He waited for the target, breathing very lightly...

Posted: 10/26/2001 7:48:13 AM EDT

[#1]

BTT (in case anybody cares to participate)

Posted: 10/26/2001 7:59:06 AM EDT

[#2]

Suddenly, a patrol shines a flashlight into the soldier's face. The D cell mag light was amplified 40,000 times by his super dooper eyes; he was instantly blinded. The soldier was beaten and dragged to a cell where a 300 pound man named Boohtcrak Adid awaited his new "friend".

Posted: 10/26/2001 8:18:34 AM EDT

[#3]

(LOL! This isn't quite what I had in mind hehe)
Nobody saw the soldier get surprised by the patrol. He had been the concealed lookout for a detachment of underground fighters. His people had been sleeping in a cave a few hundred feet down the mountain he had been guarding. The entire cell got captured. the enemy took them all alive.

Posted: 10/26/2001 8:23:26 AM EDT

[#4]

He sat slumped on the edge of the filthy cot. Boohtcrak gave him a slobbering, gap-toothed grin and through gestures made clear what he wanted. With a shrug, the American nodded and pointed at his mouth. Boohtcrak leered, freed his filthy genitals from his pants and approached. When Boohtcrak was in reach, the American seized him by the scrotum and squeezed with all of his scientifically augmented strength. Boohtcrak opened his mouth to scream, but before he could utter a sound, the heel of the American's right palm blasted under his chin and snapped his neck. He met Satan still wondering what had happened.
The American carefully arranged the corpse on one of the cots and went to the cell door.
"Guard! Guard!" he shouted, "this man is ill!"

Posted: 10/26/2001 8:46:52 AM EDT

[#5]

The guard awoke with a start and rushed from the next room into the cell area. He was met by a hand stretched through the bars, slamming his nose into his brain. The soldier grabbed the guard's belt, as he had not been wearing a t-shirt or a uniform jacket. The guard slumped lifeless, but the American pulled him against the bars. Through the bars, the American searched the guard. He found nothing: no keys, no pistol, no knife, not even a picture of the dead guard's girlfriend. Incompetency even screws up jailbreaks.
The American cursed softly. He looked around...

Posted: 10/26/2001 8:56:57 AM EDT

[#6]

He unbuckled the guard's belt and pulled it free from the body. It was a typical military-style garrison belt. He removed the buckle and broke the loop of heavy gauge wire that held the leather onto the buckle from the back. With little apparent effort he straightened the wire, and reaching back through the bars, set about trying to pick the cell door lock.

Posted: 10/26/2001 9:12:44 AM EDT

[#7]

The American wiggled the wire in the lock, bending and snapping it once, then trying again. The lock snapped free, and the door swung outward. He took a step, and felt something taut against his ankle. He looked down to see a nearly invisible string, stretched across the cell entrance. He looked to his left and noted the end of the string had been tied to a small toggle switch.

Posted: 10/28/2001 9:58:12 AM EDT

[#8]

The American paused a second, then grabbed the bars, and hurled himself back into the cell. The spring loaded toggle switch snapped back and detonated the small charge of gunpowder, spraying small pebbles and small chunks of metal all over the inside of the shack that served as a prison building.

Posted: 10/28/2001 9:50:33 PM EDT

[#9]

The American lay in the cell covered by Boohtcrak's body, which he had hastily grabbed while ducking from the explosion. He knew now that the whole camp was awake. He had to find his comrades before the startled solders gathered their wits. In the adjoining room he found a combat knife and slipped out of the shack, into the darkness.

Posted: 10/28/2001 10:58:03 PM EDT

[#10]

The American crouched behind a rock and watched all the enemy soldiers running around like chickens with no heads. One of them ran by right in front of the rock, and he quickly drew his knife and hurled it at the enemy soldier...
and missed!

Posted: 10/28/2001 11:13:43 PM EDT

[#11]

He farts loudly!

Posted: 10/28/2001 11:21:51 PM EDT

[#12]

Several enemy soldiers stopped and turned toward him, including the one he had just tried to kill. One of them opened fire with an AK47, and the rest followed. The American spun away and slid down the hill, bullets chewing up the ground around him, and some of them slashing at his skin.

Posted: 10/29/2001 7:27:24 AM EDT

[#13]

He slid for what felt like hours. Finally at the bottom he lay motionless. He had a couple of grazing wounds that he needed to take care of, the last thing you want to do is leave a blood trail. He tore off one of his sleeves and ripped it up to dress the wound. The search patrols would be coming soon.

Posted: 10/29/2001 8:31:05 AM EDT

[#14]

He got to his feet and looked at the sky. He calculated that he had about an hour and a half before sunrise. He made his way further from the enemy camp, moving as quietly as he could.
As he picked his way among scrub and rock, he examined his options. They didn't look good. If soldiers do indeed have patron saints, then the saints were out on a three day pass. Wounded, unarmed, without even a radio to call for extraction, not to mention cold and hungry, he laughed cynically to himself.
"I guess I've got them right where they want me," he mumbled under his breath.
One of the drawbacks to augmented strength and heightened senses is an equally heightened basal metabolic rate. His first order of business was to find shelter and some form of nourishment that would allow his body to repair itself.
"Maybe I'll be able to find some of those food packs the Air Farce has been dropping," he thought.

Posted: 10/31/2001 1:13:13 PM EDT

[#15]

He saw an object steadily progressing across the sky, and smaller objects slowly drifting down behind it. The object was dropping the small packages out the back end - undoubtedly a cargo plane dropping pallets of the humanitarian rations. The American watched the flight vanish in the distance, with his back to the as-yet almost imperceptible glow in the east.
The Taliban would be all over that airdrop by the time he got there. He would need a weapon and the element of surprise.

Posted: 10/31/2001 8:51:31 PM EDT

[#16]

He decided to hide and wait, hoping that a one of his former captors would walk close enough for him to gain access to a weapon. He picked up a jagged rock and hid. He waited for what seemed like hours. Suddenly he heard foot steps.

Posted: 10/31/2001 8:58:51 PM EDT

[#17]

The American slowly and silently turned around, to see a Taliban foot patrol. The three soldiers clad in full length robes were constantly scanning the area around them, and they did not look like they were the type to miss details.
The patrol drew within 10 feet...

Posted: 10/31/2001 9:09:59 PM EDT

[#18]

That thought had just crossed his mind when one of the soldiers stood up straight and stared in his direction. He knew he was found. He jumped at the three men knowing full well that he either had to win or die. The fight was fast and violent. When the dust settled three men lay at the Americans feet. Blood poured from their faces. He know had weapons and water. He looked in the direction of the supply drop. Someone must have heard the fight and would be coming to help their buddies. He had to get out of there...FAST!

Posted: 10/31/2001 9:18:16 PM EDT

[#19]

The American grabbed one of the AK47s, slingarmed a second and took the full magazine from the third. He noted that the bayonets were extended. He crouched behind the same rock and listened to the second group run up, and heard curses in Arabic and safeties being snapped off. The American flattened himself on the ground and lowcrawled towards the edge of the rock. One of the Taliban soldiers came walking around the rock, and the American raised up in a flash and slammed the bayonet straight through the enemy's skull, and lowered him to the ground noiselessly.

Posted: 10/31/2001 9:42:28 PM EDT

[#20]

He knew the other two of the three man patrol would come looking for their pal soon. He tried to click the safety off silently. He moved it slowly waiting for the audible click of the AK. When it finally happened it made him jump. He might as well have fired off a round it seemed that loud. He heard angry yelling in Arabic and the rattle of their weapons. He summed up the courage and got ready to stand and fire. BANG BANG BANG..full auto fire rang out. The American sat silently for a moment and then heard the most beautiful sound in the world, A BRITISH ACCENT. "Are you OK?" The American stood to see 4 British SAS soldiers. 3 were armed with M4's and one was fiddling with a strange looking bullpup, his SA 80 had jammed. The American handed him an AK. They smiled at each other knowingly. The moment was over it was time for business.

Posted: 10/31/2001 9:54:15 PM EDT

[#21]

"We have problems", The Brit with the bullpup said. "Some Taliban infantry are headed this way, and I estimate them at company strength. We also heard what probably was tanks. They are pretty close by now. We were E&Eing when we ran across your blood trail leading away from the encampment."
Blood? the American thought. I though I patched myself up! No freakin wonder I almost got ambushed.
The Brit continued, "we have several little toys to greet them with, on top of these," and motioned to their rifles.
No matter what, a pitched battle was in their future.

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