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06-04-2017, 03:22 AM | #1 |
Saboteur
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I enjoy all things G.I. Joe. Custom figures, fan fiction, everything. I also enjoy writhing and would like to do some of my own creative writing.
I want to go inside the minds of the enlisted members, particularly those that are lower enlisted. I don't imagine them having too many differences with most other military members. So mixed in with these stories will be some realism based on my experiences in the military along with some of what I assume would be the thought processes of an individual that would join an organization like Cobra. I would like to post up new stories every couple weeks. But, if the language is too coarse for the site I won't take offense to any or all stories being taken down. If you like the initial Viper story and would like me to do a story based on your favorite Viper, just let me know. |
06-04-2017, 03:30 AM | #2 |
Saboteur
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Viper Tales
Entry 1: Alley Viper, Pfc. Gallardo I was awoke abruptly by a sharp kick to my ankle. It was Staff Sergeant Green. He had given me a pill to help me sleep, but wouldn’t make me groggy when he would wake me after our two hour ride. This was my first mission with my first squad since graduating from Alley Viper Academy just two days ago. “It’s time to wake up and get your shit together.” Said SSG Green loudly, but without yelling. “Full weapons check, we have confirmation that several ‘Joes’ are holed up in our target building.” I grabbed my helmet and pulled it on, running a full diagnostic on the HUD. HUD DIAG: NIGHT VISION- OPERATIONAL/COMMO- OPERATIONAL/CHEM SEAL- OPERATIONAL/RESPIRATOR- OPERATIONAL/AMMO COUNT- NON OPERATIONAL/STATUS- CLEAR FOR DUTY ‘Shit,’ I thought to myself. I grabbed my MP5SD and looked it over, I loved this gun. I pushed a magazine into the weapon and gave the charging handle a slap to load the weapon. Next was my shield, just as hefty as the ones at the academy but with a fresh matte black coat, unlike the beat to shit ones at the academy. “Fuckin’ piece o’ shit motherfucker!” CLANGCLANGCLANG. I turned to see SSG Green smashing his helmet against the bulkhead of our HISS-ATC (High Speed Sentry-Armored Troop Carrier). He then grabbed an old FAST helmet that had armored mandible pieces and a set of NVGs that were almost a decade older than the helmet. At least it had updated commo gear. Our HISS came to a halt. “Alright Bravo, we’re going in alone. Alpha and Charlie are moving on to the next objective which has confirmation of Joes Footloose, Clutch, and Snake Eyes.” Every head turned towards the Staff Sergeant at the mention of the last name. Everyone in Cobra knew there was a $15Million reward to the person or unit that brought in Snake Eyes, though my thought on the matter was that if Cobra’s best operatives haven’t been able to bring him in there wasn’t much of chance for the rest of us. The eleven of us lined up in two columns with SSG Green at the ramp between the two squads. “Drop it!” yelled SSG Green. I took a large inhale and exhale to help regulate my heart rate and then the ramp dropped. We were off. Out of the HISS and into the building. Gunfire erupted immediately upon entering the building. “Rock-n-Roll, dickheads!” “Greenshirts, unload on these dickless mercs!” shouted a tall blonde that had a matching mustache and beard, dressed from head to toe in an olive drab uniform. More gunfire came from all around. We took cover and returned fire. While my first burst didn’t hit anything other than the walls, my second burst caught a greenshirt right in his ugly fucking face and it brought an immediate grin to my face. Our firefight was closing in on minute three and men on both sides were starting to run low on ammo. Cpl. Flink, my squad leader, motioned to me and I threw him one of my last three magazines. Just as Cpl. Flink inserted the magazine into his own MP5SD our whole world exploded with more gunfire, but this gunfire was all around and was coming from outside the building. I hit the ground to try to find anything that could be used as cover and as I looked up I saw several rounds tear through Cpl. Flink including two or three that went through his head. ‘Fuck, we’re all going to die’ is all I could think. The man named Rock-n-Roll was only a few feet away from me and was lying in a large pool of blood, which I assumed was his due to the numerous bullet wounds in his torso and head. The gunfire ceased. If anyone other than me was alive they didn’t move. A quick survey around and I was almost sure that all of the Joes were dead and that most of my fellow Alley Vipers were dead as well. Then I heard a distinct sound. “All clear sir” said a SAW Viper to a tall commando with a silver and red helmet. ‘Fucking Immortal’ I thought. “You stupid mother fucker!” yelled SSG Green as he jumped up off the ground. A few other Alley Vipers and I got up as well and looked around. SSG Green looked at us and then around at the ground to his seven dead Vipers. He looked back at the SAW Viper and shot him in the head with his Maxim 9 handgun. He then grabbed the Immortal by the throat as he simultaneously ripped off his helmet and balaclava. The staff sergeant then pulled off the helmet and balaclava of the Immortal so he could look him in the eyes. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing you moronic, dickless fucktard?” SSG Green asked the Immortal. “You and your mouth-breathing SAW Vipers just killed over half my men.” The Immortal slapped the staff sergeant’s hand away and said “Hold your tongue sergeant before you find yourself in front of a tribunal for threatening a superior officer.” “Go fuck yourself lieutenant. Who the fuck do you think you’re gonna interrogate if you kill everyone? And don’t talk to me about a tribunal. If the Commander gets word that one of his Immortals killed an entire building full of Joes and couldn’t even take one prisoner for interrogation he’ll have your head.” Said SSG Green. “Back in the HISS men.” We filed out grabbing our dead fellow Alley Vipers and their gear, moving them into our HISS-ATC. The Immortal just stood there. Silent. Looking at the ground. Like the big bag of shit he is. Twelve hours had passed since we left our objective. We were now standing near seven caskets, draped with a black flag with a red Cobra emblem, in our dress uniforms. None of us said anything. We didn’t cry. We just stood there, pissed off. We all went rigid and to the position of attention as we heard a quiet but powerful and familiar voice, “Incredible waste of resources, isn’t it staff sergeant?” “Yes sir.” Said SSG Green “I want you to hear it from me, not through some…rumor mill. Lt. Steele, the Immortal that botched your mission earlier, was executed only 30 minutes ago.” A minute passed in silence. “Not that it is meant to make you feel better, only that…..those that don’t adhere to Cobra regulation will be judged by it. Do I make myself clear staff sergeant?” “Yes sir.” Said SSG Green. “Also, Alpha and Charlie were entirely wiped out. So, staff sergeant you are hereby promoted to captain, your three remaining Vipers are now also promoted to sergeant. You are responsible for selecting new recruits to go through the Alley Viper Academy to fill out your ranks. At ease gentlemen.” The man never walked in front of us, but we heard him turn on heel and begin to walk away. We began to mill around the caskets some more when we heard the man stop. We all looked at the man dressed in an entirely blue suit with a matching blue hood. He looked back over his shoulder and said, “Oh, and private, I mean Sergeant Gallardo, congratulations on your first kill and for putting down that dog Rock-n-Roll.” |
06-04-2017, 07:24 AM | #3 |
Crimson Guard
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Great story! Keep 'em coming.
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06-10-2017, 02:52 PM | #4 |
Saboteur
Join Date: May 2017
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Entry 2: Viper, SPC Hill
“SGT Drum? Can I ask you a question?” I asked. “Haven’t you already, Hill?” replied SGT Drum. “Well? What the hell are you wasting my time for? Ask.” I looked my sergeant over trying to gauge his body language as I asked “Can I have a list of Viper schools? I want to get better training.” “What kind of training do you think you want?” asked SGT Drum while turning towards his desk top and typing rather slowly. “I really want to be in the mix of big shit, so Alley Viper, Range Viper, or Night Viper are at the top of my list.” I told him with a breath of confidence to help me show that I could get those schools. SGT Drum stopped typing and leaned back in his chair. He put his hands in front of his chest and interlaced his fingers as he looked me over from head to toe. He squinted his eyes just a little, almost unnoticeable then got a wry little grin on his face as he leaned towards me and asked in a tone a little less quiet than his normal voice “Can I see your selection letters?” “Selection letters?” I asked trepidatiously. “Dammit Hill,” SGT Drum let out exasperated as he leaned back into his chair and kind of slumped down a little, “I thought you had been selected to one or more of those schools. Fuck me. I shoulda known your raggedy ass wouldn’t be selected by one of those commands. You’re barely six months out of Viper Academy.” “But, Sergeant, my roommate in Viper Academy went to Alley Viper Academy right after graduation.” I said. SGT Drum looked back over at me. “Your roommate must’ve been one bad ass kid to get noticed that soon. Most of the selectees are pulled from battle tested Viper, Saw Viper, Shock Viper, or Para Viper ranks.” He sat there for a moment and just eyeballed me. “Look, if you really want to do more shit I can hook you up with C.L.A.W.S. course and when you get back from that I’ll help you put in your packet for Shock Viper Academy.” I was almost at a loss for words, but after about a minute I got out “Why C.L.A.W.S. and Shock Viper, sergeant?” “Look, Hill, C.L.A.W.S. will give you a glimpse into that world. It will give you the Cobra Light Armored Weapons Specialist identifier that will help you get into more advanced academies. I would recommend Shock Viper because of the shit that went down two weeks ago in Bishkek. I think it’ll be a hot minute before any of those upper echelon Viper commands selects any Saw Vipers. Shock Viper Academy will also send you through the parachute course, so it’s essentially getting all of the best training you can get from an academy that any Viper can apply to.” I heard a ‘bing’ come from the sergeant’s desk top and I said “How soon can I get C.L.A.W.S.?” SGT Drum looked at his computer, as if my question hadn’t even registered, and clicked several things and I heard the printer whir up and print off three sheets of paper which the sergeant gathered, stapled together, and handed to me. “You have the rest of today to gather your shit, pack everything on the packing list, and take these orders to the transportation officer. The next C.L.A.W.S course starts in two days and it’s almost a day’s travel back to Marrakesh. Good luck.” “Thank you sergeant you won’t regret this.” I stated enthusiastically. SGT Drum looked at me and somewhat menacingly stated “I had better not, or you will.” Two hours later and I was on a transport with about 20 other Vipers, all of us headed to Marrakesh for C.L.A.W.S. course. None of us certain what we had volunteered to do. Personal Correspondence SFC Mayweather, I have a Viper candidate that I believe would be a distinguished addition to the Shock Viper Corps. He’s a little rough around the edges, but I earnestly believe that SPC Hill, SN: CT04912890, will make a great addition to your team. I need you to pull some strings to get him into the next C.L.A.W.S. course so that it’s easier for him to drop a Shock Viper packet when he returns from the course. Do not forget that you owe me this favor after the events that transpired in Maseru. Respectfully, SGT Drum, K SN: CT01734401 |
06-10-2017, 07:28 PM | #5 |
W.O.R.M.S. Commander
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Cool. More please. Since you are including different units that many of us struggle to place in the grand Cobra scheme, I wonder if you have a set hierarchy of units? I see you place Alley, Range, and Night at the top but Para-vipers are a feeder unit.
In my Joeverse Elite-Vipers are my Delta Force equivalents. Para-vipers are DEVGRU. But I don't know what to make Alley-vipers. Alley-Vipers claim SWAT/SAS equalancy on the Filecards, but obviously SAS and SWAT are not equals? Maybe? Then You mentioned SAW-VIPERS, another unit I struggle with as a stand alone unit. Range-Vipers are my Green-Berets, Jungle-Vipers are my Scout Snipers But what is a Night-Viper equivalent? I imagine as a multinational Force they could be pulling former military from an endless host of nations with there own unit prides. This is how I explain away some of the apparent unit redundancy. Shock-Viper, SHOCK troopers, Alley-Vipers night Viper?
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06-10-2017, 08:17 PM | #6 |
Saboteur
Join Date: May 2017
Location: Colorado
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I don't think an organization like Cobra would get away with recruiting its entire force from non former military or strictly from former military. I'd imagine the best way to go about recruitment is by finding disgruntled vets from different military occupational specialties and offering them a job as instructors while giving them much better pay, incentives, and benefits than their previous governments would or could. Getting new recruits from civilian populaces that would have otherwise not join the military forces of their home nations might seem problematic, but I doubt there's ever been a shortage of people in any country that despise the way it's run and could be convinced to join an organization that promises it's members that they will get rid of the current corrupt governments, establish new governments that will not be corrupt, new freedoms, better care, safer nations, etc. for the people of every nation. Couple those to great pay and benefits and it would probably be hard for anyone to say no.
As far as unit break down, I haven't completely sorted it out, but certain classes such as Alley Vipers and Range Vipers would be akin to special forces units that have a certain expertise. For Alley Vipers we're talking about being an SF unit trained specifically for urban combat, where Rock and Jungle Vipers would be trained specifically for mountain and jungle combat respectfully. Vipers would be like a more highly trained infantry unit that members can branch into different specialties like Saw Vipers, Para Vipers, etc. but could be part of an exclusive unit built for those specific troops, such as with a platoon of Saw Vipers as a personal escort for the Cobra Immortal, or they could be mixed in a standard unit formation of regular Vipers, such as a Motor Viper being the driver and maintainer of Stingers, HISSs, or Furys that are assigned to a particular Viper unit or a Saw Viper being a squad's machine gunner. Thanks for the questions, and I hope people are enjoying what I have so far. I'll have one more up today. If anyone has any Vipers they want to hear from please post and I'll do what I can. If some stories seem slow, please bear with me since the military, despite the depictions of Hollywood, personal stories (sometimes embellished), and our childhood cartoons, is not all action. It is often times just real people with real problems that every other person has, it's just that their chosen occupation has given them different ways of being able to deal or cope with those problems. |
06-10-2017, 08:35 PM | #7 |
Saboteur
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Entry 3: Range Viper, SGT Shibata
‘How long have I been out here? I can’t remember. Fuck I hate recon.’ At that moment, with the sun at its highest, a biplane flew overhead. It was heading from east to west and then turned south. Half an hour later a second biplane flew from east to west, but turned north. ‘Day 180. Finally.’ I packed up my surveillance equipment and put my pack over my shoulders and began my three hour crawl away from the Joe compound. After my crawl I grabbed a handful of grubs off a fallen tree, shoved them into my mouth and swallowed. A few minutes later I found a snake and reached down and swiftly grabbed it by the head; I pulled out my knife, cut its head off, flayed it open, peeled off its skin, cleaned out its innards, and wrapped its carcass around the firestick I carried in my pack. ‘I love the tech that Cobra has available to us. These firesticks for example, wrap some meat around them hit the button and it’ll cook up to a pound of meat in about a minute.’ ‘Time to get started on this forced march. Only 20 miles to the extraction point.’ I started out and hit the extraction point in just under five hours. ‘Good time.’ I thought. About 10 minutes later just as the sun was setting a Stinger pulled up to a clearing. I went through the clearing and climbed into the backseat of the Stinger. As I put my pack on the floorboard and reclined the seat to nod off for the eight hour drive back to our compound the driver looked back and asked “Need a lift sarge? Heh.” “Why don’t you turn around, shut the fuck up, drive, and let me get some sleep.” I quickly and venomously replied. 12 hours later I was leaving the debriefing room after having gone over all of the intel I had gathered with MSG Campbell and Lt COL Briggs. The Joes had begun construction on that compound almost seven months ago and Cobra Command needed an experienced recon troop to keep an eye on it for a period of time. I didn’t realize that period would be six damn months. I guess it’s ok though since I received a six month leave and 18 months of pay for my troubles. “What are your plans for the next six months, sergeant?” asked COL Briggs, “Just in case we need to recall you for security purposes.” I looked at the Lt Colonel and with the most deadpan face I’m sure he’s ever seen, probably because I was being as serious as I could be, and replied “I’ll be in Manila enjoying as much rum, cocaine, and hookers as I can until you recall me, my six months is up, or I die, whichever happens first.” “Don’t enjoy yourself to death sergeant. I’d hate to have to recommend to for promotion and give you your own Range Viper squad for me to look like an ass at the end of the day and find a replacement for an NCO that drank and fucked himself to death.” MSG Campbell retorted. I smiled a little and just said “Roger that, master sergeant.” Two days later I was in Manila and could feel the last six months of bullshit just wash away. I climbed into the first taxi I saw and told the driver to take me to the best whore house with the best rum. 'Fucking, finally.' |
07-16-2017, 03:53 PM | #8 |
Cobra Soldier
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Ranger-Vipers don't cook their meat. They eat it raw! Love the idea of the firestick though, that's really clever. Great vignettes, ssgcap! My favorite of the three had to be the one between Hill and Drum. Their interaction seemed really genuine and Drum's body movements, interlacing his fingers, slouching back, really sold it. Loved the use of sound effects in the first story. Worked well in putting the reader into the moment.
Have to disagree with you though on your characterization of Range-Vipers. I never saw them as standard Special Forces or the bad guy equivalent of Force Recon. They're more like really crazy survivalist types. Someone holed up in his cave in Idaho writing his manifesto, that sorta person. They'd enjoy being by themselves in the wilderness with the only human interaction consisting of preying on their mission targets. What would upset them about their six month stint would be that they couldn't stay longer. I respect your take on it thought, it's just that we have an honest disagreement. But I want to emphasize, great work, ssgcap! :) Hoping to see more! |
07-22-2017, 07:36 PM | #9 |
Saboteur
Join Date: May 2017
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Just to catch everyone up on what's been happening. I know I haven't posted anything new in about a month. I've been very busy with family matters and I also enlisted back into the U.S. Army, though this time as a reservist. The process took longer and more of my time than I expected, but after an almost five year break I decided that it would be best for me and my family to give the armed forces another go.
With that, here's a new short. I hope you enjoy! |
07-22-2017, 07:37 PM | #10 |
Saboteur
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Entry 4: Saw Viper, CPL Palmer
“Fuck yeah bros! We’re about to get this shit in gear!” yelled one of the privates as we were all getting loaded into our Basilisk personnel transports. The Basilisks were much larger, though quite a bit slower than the HISS-ATC, and could carry an entire platoon of 31 Saw Vipers and all of our gear inside the vehicle. Our orders were sending our entire company, consisting of six platoons, to Bishkek. We weren’t given much information other than several Joes were confirmed in the area and a contingent of Alley Vipers were also en route. Our journey was only an hour long and we were sure we’d beaten the Alley Vipers to the location, but to our dismay three HISS-ATCs were already parked in front of two separate buildings nearly a quarter mile away from each other. It was odd that one HISS sat in front of one building while two were in front of the other. Everyone grew anxious as we thought that we wouldn’t have the chance to kill some Joes today, but our fears were allayed as LT Steele, the Immortal that was the commander of our company came over our comms and told us to lay waste to the building with only one HISS out front. “Sir, we have Alley Vipers inside that building. Are you sure you want us to shoot into it while we have friendly forces in our direct line of fire?” asked SGT Kennedy. “Sergeant, do as your commander has instructed or I’ll come over there, rip off your arms, and beat you to death with them!” Yelled an infuriated SFC Kilgore. Our entire company opened fire at that command and tore the building to shreds with our FN Minimi and FN MAG machineguns. It was a shit storm of copper, lead, and steel as all 186 of us sent 200 rounds each of armor penetrating projectiles into the building. When our guns ran dry LT Steele had SFC Kilgore go into the building to confirm everyone was dead, including the squad of Alley Vipers. SFC Kilgore reached a breached wall with a hole large enough for two large men to fit through and said “All clear, sir.” Just before LT Steele walked through the same hole. It was barely two seconds after that that I heard yelling and a muffled gunshot followed by more yelling. Less than a minute later I saw four men with bright yellow and black jumpsuits and body armor carrying seven dead men wearing the same outfits. “Fuck.” I said out loud. ‘I can’t believe that anyone could have survived that much gunfire.’ One of the Alley Vipers looked in my direction and then back towards his HISS. We could all barely watch as they loaded their dead brothers and left a long trail of blood from the building to their HISS. LT Steele came back outside after almost 45 minutes had passed. SFC Kilgore was not with him. “Sir, Where is SFC Kilgore?” asked another SGT that I wasn’t familiar with. “Inside. Go reclaim his body.” Said LT Steele. “What the Fuck? Who fucking shot him?” asked SSG Little. “The Alley Viper squad leader, SSG Green.” Said LT Steele reluctantly. “Are you serious? Saw Vipers, get your shit together. We’re gonna go kill the rest of those bitch-ass mother fuckers.” Yelled SSG Little. But, before we could move LT Steele yelled out “No. Let them go. We have other shit to deal with right now. Go gather up the Joe bodies as well.” After mop-up we climbed back into our Basilisks and headed back towards our FOB. A Stinger overtook our convoy and brought us all to a halt. I watched LT Steele climb into the Stinger and wondered if he’d have a chance to let us get revenge on the damn Alley Vipers for killing one of our senior sergeants. The next day an Immortal calling herself CPT Lance said that she was now our new company commander and that LT Steele had been ‘reassigned for gross negligence and incompetence.’ When asked about the Alley Viper incident her eyes narrowed and she said “There is no Alley Viper incident. From this moment on you will not speak or even think of any Alley Viper incident. Anyone that does so will answer to me. Do I make myself clear?” “Yes, Ma’am.” Said everyone in unison. |
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