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Cobra Viper
Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Salt Lake City
Posts: 187
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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.
__________________________________________________ _______ 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. Last edited by WinterWarrior83; 08-15-2011 at 04:44 PM.. Reason: had to change a line in the story to fit with an upcoming part. |
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Banned
Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: Texas
Posts: 46,198
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very nice...heres a grape soda and some doughnuts..now carry on!!
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Cobra Chef
Join Date: Dec 2008
Location: s.c.
Posts: 303
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More please...
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Cobra Viper
Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Salt Lake City
Posts: 187
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I just wrote this today. Working on the next part. Hope to have more by tonight or tomorrow.
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Cobra Viper
Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Salt Lake City
Posts: 187
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Chapter 1: Hawk
“General we all respect you, but you have to understand where we are coming from. It’s been ten years since we last saw any mention or had any activity from Cobra. It is time you faced the facts. Your boys did a bang up job,” President Jackson sat behind his desk in the Oval Office with the Joint Cheifs of Staff standing around him in a semi-circle. “We would like to thank you for your service but, in this tough economic time I think it best if we downgrade your staff.” General Clayton “Hawk” Abernathy sat there looking straight a head at the President trying to get the other to look him in the eye, he wouldn’t. He tried to get any one of the other men to meet his gaze but none would. This was typical procedure in Washington as of late. Every time there were proposed cuts the G.I. Joe team found its self on the chopping block. In all the time they had been fighting Cobra it seemed money could always be found somewhere, with Cobra gone however it seemed the money had dried up too. He leaned forward as he spoke. Placing one hand on the Presidents desk and the other on his own knee, “I’m sorry you feel that way Mr. President, because I don’t. I think Cobra is bidding its time. Licking its wounds. Waiting for us to do exactly like your proposing. We know that Zartan is out there and active still on a much smaller scale. Tomax and Xamot are unaccounted for. Just because we took out Cobra Commander and Destro doesn’t mean the fight it over.” His body was tense and his voice firm. He could see the other men shifting uncomfortably as he spoke. He didn’t care. Sometimes the truth was hard to hear but needed to be spoken anyway. “Baroness has given us little to go on. She knows this office and her foreign embassy protect her. Bludd still hasn’t come out of his coma and Doc is telling me if he does chances are he will be of no use due to brain damage. You disband us now I will not stand accountable for what happens next.” Hawk leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. ______ As he opened the door and stepped out into the waiting room Dial Tone sprang up and made her way over to him. “How’d it go in there General?” “About as I expected. They want to make cuts,” he took the coat she handed him as he kept walking out of the reception area and down the hallway, “I got them to give us another six months before we come under review. But I had to give them Baroness. Her Ambassador has claimed that being kept in a military installation is a violation of her rights.” Walking at a brisk pace Dial Tone was having a hard time keeping up with him. He knew he should slow down but this whole thing had gotten him agitated. They had no idea what they were asking. He’d agreed to something he did not believe in and he knew it would cost him at home. Duke and Flint both would object, if he was in their position he would too. Sometimes though you had to make the wrong choice to be proven right though. They rode in silence to the airport; he had to come up with a strategy for moving Baroness that would be the best definable but at the same time low key enough not to draw attention. When the car rolled to a stop he opened the door and got out, holding it for Dial Tone before closing it. As he walked to the plain he stated, “I want you to contact Duke. Have him and Flint meet me at the landing strip when we land.” Moving up the steps he ducked as he entered the plane. ___ “General I don’t understand,” Duke said as he stood next to Flint and faced Hawk, “You want us to recruit five new team members, and you want them young?” Dukes steely blue eyes caught Hawks. General Hawk could feel him trying to understand. He wished he could tell Duke the whole plan but this wasn’t the time. He needed these two to focus on the search for five good people. These five would have to be the best. They wouldn’t have the training the others had and their trial would be by fire, but he knew this plan was sound. He also knew that these five new members would take the most heat when the mission failed and it would fail. “Yes,” he said as hard and sternly as he could, “I want five new members who will work well as a team. You have a week to find them and train them. In a week they will be escorting a cargo that I am not at liberty to discuss.” He had to keep his face hard; he could not let his hand show, no one could know he was getting ready to cause an international incident. “A week isn’t enough time General,” Duke shook his head, “We have troops here that can do what you ask. I lead it.” “No. Do you understand? Do as your commanded soldier,” he hated being harsh with Duke. He knew that this man would follow him into hell if he asked but he couldn’t allow him to do this. Duke would be needed in the coming aftermath. “General,” Flint spoke up finally, “If we have your permission to leave I believe Lady Jaye and my self have found a few possible candidates. We have been watching a young woman in Army Intelligence. Another one we have kept our eye on is a Navy Seal, part of Seal Team 6.” “Do it. I want this team together by tomorrow night.” ___ He slid his card through the lock and entered the lower levels of the base. Hawk wished he knew when he had become comfortable playing these games. When he had joined the armed forces it was because he wanted to make his family proud and it was the right thing to do. That had been back when Korea had started. He had just been a young man, barley eighteen. He was forty-three by the time Vietnam was over. The Army had had twenty-five years of his life and he didn’t regret a moment of it. He had spent his life in a worthwhile cause. If it hadn’t been for Joe Colton his service would have ended there. “I wish you were still here Joe. It would be a hell of a lot easier if you were.” He kept walking down the hall and came to an elevator guarded by one of the basic troops that manned the base. The soldier came to attention. “At ease soldier. I’m here to see the Prisoner.” The man relaxed a little, “Of course General, if you would put your palm on the scanner you can go down as soon as it clears.” As he placed his hand on the scanner he shot the soldier a smile trying to put the man at ease. The electronic whir of the elevator coming up was heard as the machine cleared him. When the door opened he steeped inside and turned around taking his firm stance with hands behind him. The doors closed taking him down into the depths of The Pit. |
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Cobra Viper
Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Salt Lake City
Posts: 187
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Storm Shadow
Moving amongst the rooftops was second nature to him; the night air was a nice change from the heat of the dessert where he had been spending his time. Though the humidity was something he didn’t like. Yet he couldn’t fault Zartan for placing his new headquarters somewhere that the mercenary was used to. As he leapt the gap from one building to another he kept his eyes open to make sure he wasn’t followed. Even though Cobra was gone the Joe’s hadn’t given up trying to track him. Especially Snake Eyes. That was a problem he would have to deal with sooner rather then later. As he came to rest on the roof of the warehouse that housed Zartan’s operation he paused to catch his breath. It had been six years since he last had dealings with the mercenary. Zartan’s name had risen to the top of the underground world quickly in the time that Cobra had been gone. This was not the same fool he had dealt with before. In fact he wasn’t sure he really every truly knew what Zartan was capable of. There was one thing he knew the mercenary was capable of and he would answer for it one day. But for now it seemed they had mutual cause. Finding a skylight that was loose Storm Shadow maneuvered it enough that he could let himself through. He wanted to do some recon of the site before he met with Zartan. It wouldn’t do well to be caught unprepared should things not go accordingly. He dangled from the ledge by his fingertips allowing his eyes to adjust to the dimness inside. Seeing that there was nothing below him he let go. Landing in a crouch he scanned the area to see if anyone appeared. Security was something he had been sure Zartan would have but so far it seemed he had been mistaken. But then that could be a mistake also; he tried to forget everything he thought he knew about Zartan. As he crept amongst the tables and tools he scanned for any hint that this was more then just a mechanic shop. If anyone was looking for a smuggling ring, mercenaries, or any of the many other things he had heard the Dredknocks attached to they wouldn’t find any hint of it here. Seeing a door in the back he headed towards it. A window was set beside it looking out of what appeared to be an office. If he was going to find anything it would be in there he was sure. He reached out for the door handle and found it unlocked. He went to push the door open. As he did he felt something come to rest on the small of his back. “Now is that anyway to come pay an old friend a visit,” Zartan’s deep voice whispered in his ear, “But I didn’t expect anything less from you, and you didn’t disappoint.” He could feel the barrel of what he was sure a gun being removed from his back. As he turned to look at the man behind him the lights came on blinding him temporarily. “I know what you are Zartan. It pays to be cautious around you. After all one expects to be bitten when one picks up a snake, I was merely trying to get a feel for the terrain in which I would be handling it. ” His sight had adjusted to the light as he watched Zartan move around him and into the office. The man wasn’t attired like Storm Shadow expected. He had on only his trousers and boots. His chest bare and hood missing, the man in front of him looked older and more worn then he had expected. But the burden of command on the scale they were running surely had began to take its to toll. “Your messenger said that you needed someone with my skills. I tell you know I will not rob for you,” it was best to lay it out now t hen wait he had decided. “Oh no Storm Shadow,” he flicked a folder across the table, “Look in there and then we will continue to talk.” xxxx His trip back to the hotel that he was using as his temporary home for the time being was uneventful. Changing from his ninja garb into his street clothes he exited the alley he had gone into change and meshed in with crowd. There was a lot on his mind. Surely what Zartan had showed him was wrong. Someone had to be working an angel. He walked into the lobby but his mind was far from there. He had come out to practice in seclusion, away from all those yes men that the Commander liked to surround himself with. In the jungle there was no one to bother him. The sun on his bare skin felt good, he wore only the bottoms of the Gi as he practiced in the open field. Moving through the different poses and moves he drank in the sounds around him. Somewhere off to his left he could hear the howls of monkeys. Birdcalls filled the air from all different species. He felt at peace. As he finished up his training he went to pick up his top, sliding it on and fastening it he thought he heard someone speaking in a hushed tone. He quickly strapped his sword on and shoved his mask into his belt. Leaping up he grabbed a branch pulling himself into the tree.; ever so lightly he began to leap from branch to branch and tree to tree. As he made his way through the canopy he found a group of men. G.I. Joe was here. They had found the base. He stayed perched where he was studying the faces, trying to see if he could identify them. It appeared Stalker was on point with Recondo and Leatherneck following, a small three-man group. They had to be recon. Did he dare venture back or continue on and see if there was a larger force? In that instant the choice was made for him, he could hear the sounds of engines in the distance. He had to see what was coming. Moving as silently and quickly as he could he made his way farther from the base. As he headed in the direction that the others had come he could hear more commotion. As he reached the rivers shore he could see landing craft. There had to be dozens, each carrying vehicles and troops. Already units were forming up. Mixed in with the Joes he knew were basic units. This was an all out push. The Commander had pushed his luck pulling all his units into one place. Someone had been careless. He had to get back. If there was to be any hope they had to be warned. Xxxx Entering the room he tried the light switch and found it did not work. As the hallway outside was still illuminated he knew that meant someone had cut the lights in the room. Pushing the door open he stood with the light from behind him creeping into the room. What little help it gave showed nothing but shadows in the room. He had left his gear hidden outside and now he regretted it. However walking into the hotel with a sword would not have been an option. “If you come seeking a fight, this is not the place. There are to many innocents that could be caught in our struggle. If it is combat you wish I will grant it, but show your self and be honorable.” Then two figures appeared from almost nowhere it seemed, one clad in red with a mesh mask and the other in purple. Both bowed. “Slice,” he addressed them, “Dice. My apprentices, I am glad you got my message.” |
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