posted 06-10-2002 03:04 PM            

(but actually wasn't. Okay, okay, Muzzle, who is called Scout here, is the new leader of the Rovers working with the UN, originally, they worked for the USA, but Hunter, didn't believe in supporting a government he thought corrupt, so he betrayed his country and joined the UN in their fight.) Oh and by the way, I'm not calling the US corrupt, this is just a make-believe battle-scene. I just thought it would be interesting.

A dream... a long wonderful dream. She dreamt of sunshine, of rolling green fields of grass, of the great cliffs that plunged into the ocean, but most of all, of her family. Her family, the farm, food. Her mother welcomed her with open arms...

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Colleen awoke in a crimson puddle. She couldn't tell what percentage of it was blood, or whether it was her blood. How much of it was rain, and how much of it was made of her tears. She slowly came to her feet, wiping the dirty water from her eyes.

The collie watched as a group of soldiers passed her, moving farther down the trench she was in.

They were close to starting a new world war.... Or so the higher-ups said. The soldiers hardly had a chance of knowing that. All they knew was that they were still here, still hurt, still scared and still fighting a once valient friend.

She was a loner in this squadron, the youngest of her group. She had been drafted and then placed in a battle just a few years ago, as a pup. Now she sat and waited for her leader...her new leader... not the golden retriever mix everyoneone in her group knew and loved... but another American, a rottweiler named Scout.

Now she just hung around the trenches of the 73rd Infantry. Nowhere to be, no leader for her to be offically under. Just waiting for a chance to return to civilzation. Maybe find a home.

An explosion far off, artillery shell most likely. She looked up for a moment then down at herself. Dark russet brown and white fur, similar hair, fading to white on the tips. Heavy mettallic boots sloshed at the mud below, a similarly colored vest on her torso. Her body encased in the armor that was a trademark of the rovers, granted to her in her puppyhood...

She didn't like thinking back. It always hurt, not in the physical way. but in the way that causes her soul to cringe and shrivel.

A cough thankfully brought her out of her train of thought. She looked over to see a young mutt a few feet away. He had light and dark brown fur, but she couldn't tell if he had been born with that pattern, or if it was just mud. The mutt sat misserabley in the muck, his M-4 rifle cradled in his right arm. He noticed her stare and nodded at her.
"Hi, my name is Jake," the mutt said to her. Colleen gave him a smile of recognition and turned away.
Just then, in an explosion of rifle-fire, the U.S. Army stormed their front lines. Colleen and Jake hit the dirt, and brought their arms to bear. Bullets hissed by her head, and Colleen wondered how she had ever gotten herself into this...

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History:

The world is on the brink of war. In July 11th, 2013, frustrated at the deadlock in the Middle East and the rising prices of gasoline, the government of the United States of America declared war upon the oil-rich countries. A massive land invasion commenced almost immediately, under trumped-up charges of harboring Communist fugitives and numerous terrorist factions. Events passed faster than the world could respond - within days most of the major oil fields had been seized by the US occupation force. Air strikes had reduced the resistance in the Middle East to minimal levels, and the ground troops began a final push towards the capitals. Victory was imminent.

Some Road Rovers of the past, objected to this war, but most supported it. Soon, the Rover orginization was torn apart, splitting into two groups. One working with the United Nations against the war, and the other working with the United States.

Rightfully concerned over the sudden and unwarranted move, the United Nations held an emergency summit. The American forces were ordered to withdraw and return custody of the oil fields to the governments of the rightful countries. The government refused, confident that the UN wouldn't even consider taking any disciplinary action against the USA.

Canada, Switzerland, Australia and the German Alliance are among the few countries that did not throw their force behind the UN-sanctioned war...

Most of the Asian countries support the USA.Countries like Greenland and Iceland, also support the USA.

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The battle raged. After a short period of light-arms fire, the U.S. troops advanced to the trenches. Hand-to-hand combat began.
Colleen obviously had an advantage, and now used her M-4 as a staff, swinging it around her body and into the bodies of others. One of her opponents dodged her initial strike, cutting upwards with something similar to a wrist blade. To avoid having her jugular cut out of her neck, Colleen flipped backwards. Unfortunately, she landed on the helmet of one of her fallen comrades, and slipped. Pain shot through her spine as she hit the muck with a sickening splat. The bladed man bent to decapitate her. Colleen squeazed her eyes shut for what she knew to be her final moment of life.

A burst of fire thundered from somewhere nearby. Colleen opened her eyes to see the bladed man's torso and legs fall to the ground only a foot away.

Jake crouched in the trench a few yards away, panting heavily. This was obviously his first kill. Colleen owed him her life. Tears streaming from her eyes, she rushed over and hugged him. The mutts shoulders shook from the gravity of what he had done. Colleen spoke quietly to him for a few moments as the U.S. troops retreated back to their trenches...

A while later, helicopters arived with reinforcements. Colleen left Jake to wheep over his victim's body, and jogged over to the choppers to see who would be joining them...

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Timberwolf-
Alone again, the darkness shrouds
my inner pain. But to submit to the
darkness, I shall never again.
For a light burns within, and blots
out the stain.

posted 06-10-2002 03:57 PM            

I get first dibs on Blitz. Lol

The doberman pisncher sighed as he looked down at himself, clean, unblemished armor, coupled with a vest that clung to his torso much like a second skin. He caught a reflection of himself in the aromor of one of his comrades on the helicopter. Youthful with broad shoulders and a slim waist, sleek raven fur highlighted with rust colored markings, cropped ears with a series of rings and studs on his right one, expressive blood red eyes, lean wiry build, a ruff of hair falling over his eyes. The only thing that blemished his rather sleek appearence was a scar running over his right eye, starting on his forehead and stopping near his cheek.

The loud sounds of the helicopter were enough to drive a person mad and he preoccupied himself most of the time on the flight trying to keep the earplugs tucked in his ears securly. He was certainly strange among the troops, he came from a coutry that was nuetral in this war and he seemed to be okay with the idea of going out there and quite possibly getting himself killed over a cause that him, nor his country had anything to do with. He garnered a lot of strange stares, along with the old swiss sheepdog that sat next to him.

Soon the helicopter rumbled to a stop and he unfastened the belt that held him tightly to his seat as the pilot of the copter came over and opened the door to the outside.

At first the meager amount of light that shone from the outside hurt his eyes, for the inside of the military helicopter was dark, though what light there was made the troops able to see their comrades. He sighed heavily and got to his feet, his legs quaking a bit as he attempted to regain his footing after eight hours onboard the acursed vehicle. The elder sheepdog, as if making a point, got out in front of them all and was out of the helicopter first. He followed suit, jumping out of the aircraft and landing with a sickly sloshing sound into the mud. The rotars of the helicoper whirred violently, stiring up the mud and flicking a small amount of it on the tired troops exiting from the copter.

He looked around the camp and winced, he was that there had recently been a battle here, it was obvious becuase a ways off, nervous rovers were collecting their fallen, mangled comrades off the field. He had been later told thsi was just a short skirmish caused by tension of the opposing sides, but that didn't help the fact that his insides churned at the fact that he would be out there...killing... sooner or later.

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Wer den Schaden hat, braucht für den Spott nicht zu sorgen.