WinterWarrior83
08-09-2011, 05:16 PM
This story takes place in my own version of GI Joe. It pulls from all mythos of GI Joe. I do not own GI Joe. All characters are property of their creators. Original characters are my property.
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As he sat there behind the desk he cradled his head in his hands, he tried to think back to how things had gone so horribly wrong. Zartan wasn’t meant to lead an organization. He was a thug, plain and simple. His Dreadnoks followed without question but dealing with an organization that had lost all of its leadership was something completely different. He sighed as he leaned back in the chair placing his hands on the desk. His office was dark as he sat there thinking. He thought back to that night that changed everything.
Smoke choked the hallways as blasts and explosions rocked the compound. The smell of burnt wires was thick as he chocked his way through the devastation. Everywhere around him he could hear the yells of others moving to their posts. He needed to find his men. Someone slammed into him in causing him to stagger backwards. As he glared at the trooper in front of him he sneered, “Out of my way.” He shoved past him and kept going.
Zartan made it to the room where he had last seen Ripper, Torch, and Buzzer but when went inside they were gone. He slammed his fist on the wall knocking the pool cues off. “Damn it. Where are they?” Turning from the room he made a head long charge towards the hanger. If they weren’t in the room they had to be at their bikes. As he turned a corner debris and fire blocked his way. Turning back he pushed his way through troopers and staff as they were busy at work. The only other way to the hanger was past the main command room and would take twice as long. It didn’t matter though, he wasn’t going to be caught inside when the Joe’s came in.
As he approached the command center he could hear a thick Scottish drawl, “I do not approve of this action Commander. It is foolish to think that you can turn this around. It appears that all of G.I. Joe is at our door.”
“Silence fool,” the raspy voice of the Commander shot back, “They are doing exactly as I planed.”
They were both fools. He wasn’t going to stop to argue. From what he could see he would agree with Destro at the moment. Yet nothing more could be expected from the fool of Commander. If the money wasn’t as good as it was he would have been gone long ago. There had been many times when he had thought of leaving and cutting his losses and maybe he should have. It was to late to think of things he should have done, but he knew now. Once he found his men they would ride out of here and go to ground for a while.
He finally he reached the hanger and as he expected the three Dreadnoks sitting on their bikes. They even had his bike idling. They were all good men and had proven themselves time and time again.
“We are leaving gentleman. We will meet up at our base in the Everglades. Each takes a different way. Don’t get caught.” With that he got on his machine and took off. As he shot out of the hanger and into the thick of battle he could see men falling all around him. True to Destro’s words it did appear that the whole military force had been brought down upon him. It was foolish to have all of the high command in one place. If the others didn’t start to flee soon it appeared Cobra might truly be over.
Darkness always seemed to make him feel safe, feel better. He knew that in moments his men would be showing up to give him reports on their various activities. That they would expect him to then give them new orders or tell them to continue on. What had once been a four-man operation was now him at the top, his two siblings as his lieutenants, and his eight captains. Cobra was gone and they had filled the void that was left. Baroness was in custody, Cobra Commander and Destro were dead, Major Bludd was in a comma, and no one knew where Tomax and Xamot were. As he thought on all this he shook his head. Standing up he picked a file that was on the desk and walked to the door.
Opening the door to his small office in the back of the warehouse they used for their base of operation he steeped out onto the floor. It was an empty shell except for a few benches with tools and parts for their bikes. He walked towards a bench where he kept his spare parts and began tinkering. He waited for the sound of the bikes that would signal their arrival. Time seemed to pass quickly as he was working. Working with his hands always seemed to relax him, and he knew that he would need to be relaxed for what was to come.
As he was working the sound of the sliding door shrieked throughout the warehouse. No motorcycle sounds accompanied the door opening, that could only mean his sister had arrived early like he had expected. He didn’t bother turning around but kept working on his project. The clicks of her high heal boots echoed throughout the building. He knew when she was behind him.
“Did you get it?” he asked not bothering to look at her or razing his voice above a whisper.
“No ‘ello or anything for you dea’ sweet sister,” she cued as she leaned her back against his bench laying down a document, “Of course I bloody got it. But I don’ like ya usin’ me like that ya understand.”
His hand came up and patted her cheek twice before striking her hard enough to send her to the ground. “I don’t care if you like it dear sister. You’ll do as your told.” As he stepped over her he could hear the roar of the others bikes. The meeting would start and jobs be passed out. He turned and took the document from the desk and slipped it into the folder he carried.
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As he sat there behind the desk he cradled his head in his hands, he tried to think back to how things had gone so horribly wrong. Zartan wasn’t meant to lead an organization. He was a thug, plain and simple. His Dreadnoks followed without question but dealing with an organization that had lost all of its leadership was something completely different. He sighed as he leaned back in the chair placing his hands on the desk. His office was dark as he sat there thinking. He thought back to that night that changed everything.
Smoke choked the hallways as blasts and explosions rocked the compound. The smell of burnt wires was thick as he chocked his way through the devastation. Everywhere around him he could hear the yells of others moving to their posts. He needed to find his men. Someone slammed into him in causing him to stagger backwards. As he glared at the trooper in front of him he sneered, “Out of my way.” He shoved past him and kept going.
Zartan made it to the room where he had last seen Ripper, Torch, and Buzzer but when went inside they were gone. He slammed his fist on the wall knocking the pool cues off. “Damn it. Where are they?” Turning from the room he made a head long charge towards the hanger. If they weren’t in the room they had to be at their bikes. As he turned a corner debris and fire blocked his way. Turning back he pushed his way through troopers and staff as they were busy at work. The only other way to the hanger was past the main command room and would take twice as long. It didn’t matter though, he wasn’t going to be caught inside when the Joe’s came in.
As he approached the command center he could hear a thick Scottish drawl, “I do not approve of this action Commander. It is foolish to think that you can turn this around. It appears that all of G.I. Joe is at our door.”
“Silence fool,” the raspy voice of the Commander shot back, “They are doing exactly as I planed.”
They were both fools. He wasn’t going to stop to argue. From what he could see he would agree with Destro at the moment. Yet nothing more could be expected from the fool of Commander. If the money wasn’t as good as it was he would have been gone long ago. There had been many times when he had thought of leaving and cutting his losses and maybe he should have. It was to late to think of things he should have done, but he knew now. Once he found his men they would ride out of here and go to ground for a while.
He finally he reached the hanger and as he expected the three Dreadnoks sitting on their bikes. They even had his bike idling. They were all good men and had proven themselves time and time again.
“We are leaving gentleman. We will meet up at our base in the Everglades. Each takes a different way. Don’t get caught.” With that he got on his machine and took off. As he shot out of the hanger and into the thick of battle he could see men falling all around him. True to Destro’s words it did appear that the whole military force had been brought down upon him. It was foolish to have all of the high command in one place. If the others didn’t start to flee soon it appeared Cobra might truly be over.
Darkness always seemed to make him feel safe, feel better. He knew that in moments his men would be showing up to give him reports on their various activities. That they would expect him to then give them new orders or tell them to continue on. What had once been a four-man operation was now him at the top, his two siblings as his lieutenants, and his eight captains. Cobra was gone and they had filled the void that was left. Baroness was in custody, Cobra Commander and Destro were dead, Major Bludd was in a comma, and no one knew where Tomax and Xamot were. As he thought on all this he shook his head. Standing up he picked a file that was on the desk and walked to the door.
Opening the door to his small office in the back of the warehouse they used for their base of operation he steeped out onto the floor. It was an empty shell except for a few benches with tools and parts for their bikes. He walked towards a bench where he kept his spare parts and began tinkering. He waited for the sound of the bikes that would signal their arrival. Time seemed to pass quickly as he was working. Working with his hands always seemed to relax him, and he knew that he would need to be relaxed for what was to come.
As he was working the sound of the sliding door shrieked throughout the warehouse. No motorcycle sounds accompanied the door opening, that could only mean his sister had arrived early like he had expected. He didn’t bother turning around but kept working on his project. The clicks of her high heal boots echoed throughout the building. He knew when she was behind him.
“Did you get it?” he asked not bothering to look at her or razing his voice above a whisper.
“No ‘ello or anything for you dea’ sweet sister,” she cued as she leaned her back against his bench laying down a document, “Of course I bloody got it. But I don’ like ya usin’ me like that ya understand.”
His hand came up and patted her cheek twice before striking her hard enough to send her to the ground. “I don’t care if you like it dear sister. You’ll do as your told.” As he stepped over her he could hear the roar of the others bikes. The meeting would start and jobs be passed out. He turned and took the document from the desk and slipped it into the folder he carried.