|The Indian Campaign (standard:drama, 4563 words)|
|Author: Daniel Chance||Added: Jul 29 2008||Views/Reads: 1297/800||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|York's men are called to fight the enemy forces in India during World War 4|
The gigantic French doors opened up before Commander York and his two lines of soldiers, revealing the midnight sky. "Forward march!" he commanded, straightening a wrinkle on his smooth dress uniform. They went forward at the same time, creating the powerful sound of clicking boots on a hard surface. They were on the roof of the Supreme Leaders' gigantic headquarters. There was an orchestra in one corner, and the entire circular rim of the roof was covered in commoners and politicians. A zeppelin was moving to the building. York lined the two lines of troops parallel to each other across a pathway leading back to the doors. "Halt!" he called. They stopped on command. "Men, face!" The soldiers looked across the path to each other. The zeppelin touched the mooring device, and dropped the gangplank. "Men, load blanks!" They reached into their packs and inserted the blanks into their guns. "Raise guns!" They lifted their guns, forming a "^", and a canopy over the pathway. The click of boots was heard coming down the gangplank. York could see the black, polished boots come into view. A politician (obviously one of his advisers) suddenly began speaking. "Presenting his Imperial Utopian Leader, Pierre D' Lafayette." D' Lafayette's head finally came into view. He was a man in his late fifties. His hair was grayed, except for a black line at the back of his head. He had blue, piercing eyes, and a pencil thin mustache. "Men, fire!" commanded York. As his men fired, the orchestra began to play "The Invincible Eagle" (or as they know it, "Hymn to the Iron Fist), their national anthem. Pierre D' Lafayette walked carelessly up to a podium, and motioned for the orchestra to halt. Beside him, his advisers and York's superior, brigadier general Wayne Gun. D' Lafayette looked out to the crowd. "Gentlemen, ladies, I have grim news." York and his men took up some seats that had been reserved for them. "I have just returned from the War Department. The Neo forces have burst through our lines at the contaminated fields of Pakistan and have pushed into our clean half of India. After going through, they proceeded to take our munitions factories and power plants in the contaminated half. It is for this reason that I am sending brigadier general Wayne Gun and his military forces to India. He and his men will be leaving tomorrow, and will be occupying India until further notice." D' Lafayette stepped down from the podium, the medals glistening on his brown military jacket. Gun called to York. "Yes general?" he asked saluting. "You have already heard about our next mission. Tomorrow, you and my other commanders ride in my plane. We are going to make the further plans while there, so we don't have to waste valuable time in India." replied Gun. Later on, York arrived at his home in Metropolis. He was greeted by Mary and Johnathon. "I am going to India tomorrow." he announced. The parlor burst into a frenzy. "India? You do mean the non- contaminated zone, right?" asked Johnathon. "Yes, but I am going to be there until further notice. That means I cannot tell you when I will get back. answered York. "Until further notice? You just got back." said Mary. "I know, but I also know how much you want to go there. I can send you stuff from India. Later on, you can get passports and come visit me when not much is going on." replied York. "Well, okay, but I still don't like it." said Mary, with a hint of sadness in her voice. "I need to start packing." he said, going to their room upstairs. ... The next morning at 8:00, York bade goodbye to his family as he joined his comrades at the airport. Outside, there were several large army planes parked, ready to take them to India. The automated maintenance systems and a few humans were getting them ready. York was looking for Gun. Outside, the planes were starting. "Contact!" bellowed the personnel, cranking the propellers into action. "York, over here!" called Gun. York turned. Gun was surrounded by top brass. "Our plane comes here to this gate. It's the "Clay Pigeon." said Gun, pointing to said boarding area. "It's here now, so we need to get Click here to read the rest of this story (389 more lines)
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