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Explorers: The Last Bastion
0 reviewsWhat happens when chavs take over britain and no-one's willing to fight back? Well, maybe there are a few people who will...
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Explorers: The Last Bastion
Prologue
Having pulled back the hood on his baby blue Mackenzie hoodie, the chav proceeded to spit on the body of the dead emo. Aside from the normal bloody wrists, there was a set of gaping bloody holes across her chest where the bullets from an Uzi had shredded her ribcage and everything inside it. The corpse was lying in a pool of blood at the roadside, with her friend lying in a marginally smaller pool of bloody slightly further down the road. The two of them had turned to run back to their hideout as soon as they had seen the chavs, but they just weren't fast enough. The chavs spotted them just as they were running into a back alley, and gave chase. The unarmed emos were easy targets for the chavs as they ran in fear down the open street, even with Uzis they were nearly impossible to miss.
The chav looked up, and surveyed the scene around him. The shells of buildings in what was once a fairly upmarket part of the town were gutted by fire and explosions, and generally looked like they were in the middle of a warzone, which they were to an extent. The fight had gone beyond here now, the chav and his crew were just mopping up the remains of what light resistance was left after the hooded horde passed through here.
With a yell, the chav moved on, leaving the blood soaked body lying in the road to decay. The body's lifeless eyes stared up at the sky, gazing upon the freedom she never had.
Chapter 1
Bullets ripping apart the old wooden doorframe above his head, Ed ran through the doorway and out into the open again. To his left he could see Claire, her shoulder-length blond hair looking wet and bedraggled, carrying her trademark Desert Eagle pistols. Behind her sprinted Ollie, who unceremoniously grabbed her and flung her behind an old burnt-out car wreckage to take cover from the withering hail of bullets flying from the house behind them. Ed sprinted over to join them, the dust being kicked up by his feet by a burst flung at him by a chav standing in the building he had just run from. He span round, his assault rifle ripping the chav to shreds, with blood flying everywhere.
'How are we all?' Ed yelled at Ollie, as he dived behind the car. 'Not loooking good, no-one is down, but the way things are going we are going to end up surrounded. Marc and his squad are holding our right flank, but I don't know how much longer he will be able to hold. We need to get out of here, and fast, before we are overrun completely.' Ollie, still crouching behind the wreckage, propped his sniper rifle on the car's bonnet, and carefully picked his mark. The bullet hit its target, throwing lumps of Burberry cap everywhere as the chav's forehead exploded. The chavs behind ducked down, hiding behind what scant protection a brick wall could offer against a rifle that powerful.
Looking back, Ed could see that the assault was doomed to fail from the start. They had bust into the old residential area around Snowley Parade and Parsonage lane, looking for 40 cent, a gangsta who had been causing them endless amounts of trouble. They had been taken in by a pair of Scorpion armoured assault vehicles, awesome new troop transports Nick and Rufus had just finished developing recently. They had jumped out of the vehicles, and almost as soon as the vehicles had gone, all hell broke loose. Every single house seemed to hold a group of unorganised chavs, each yelling and shouting, and trying in vain to hit something with their horrendously inaccurate Uzis.
They had fought their way through 2 blocks of houses, before they met a blockade of two Peugeot 206's, which had been converted to work as rudimentary machine gun carriers. Each car had a massive .50 calibre machine gun strapped to an ad-hoc turret that sat over the sunroof slot, which was manned by the person who normally sat in the middle back seat. In addition to that, each chav in the car was armed with a machine pistol he could fire out of his window, in traditional gangster drive-by style.
The group of young warriors were pinned down by the storm of metal, but a lucky shot from one of the younger explorers had hit the petrol tank of one of the Peugeots, killing the 5 chavs inside in an enormous inferno.
That burnt-out hulk was what they were huddled behind now, with Ed firing occasional bursts above the car to keep the chavs off them until they worked out what the best course would be. They had yet to find 40 cent, but the way things were going they were all going to end up dead if they stayed much longer.
Ed yelled at Ollie 'Time to pull back, we need to get the hell outta here, and sooner rather than later. Have everyone assemble by the old school, and I'll get us a lift home.'
Ollie ran off, and Claire and Ed jumped up, Claire's Dual Desert Eagles making a deeper booming sound over the staccato noise of Ed's assault rifle. The two of them ran forward, gunning down the chavs left, right and centre. They ducked into the next doorway, and sprinted out the back door into the little garden. Kicking down the garden fence, they encountered a group of 7 chavs on the other side. There was silence. Then, suddenly, one of the chavs yelled 'get 'em!' at the top of his voice. Claire instinctively rolled to the right, firing as she rolled, while Ed dropped to one knee and started firing short, controlled bursts. By the time Claire was back on her feet, there was only one chav still standing, and he turned and ran as soon as he realised he was the only one left alive. Claire took aim, and fired. The chav turned slightly, and the bullet buried itself into his temple, to a yell of 'Boom, headshot!' from Ed. The two of them ran around the side of the next house, and out onto the next street. What they saw stopped them dead in their tracks.
An enormous group of chavs, backed by a couple of what looked like stretch hummers, were sitting at the other end of the residential road waiting for them. When the chavs saw the two young guerrilla fighters, they surged forward, the deep rumble of the hummer engines underlying the yells and shouts of the mob. Ed and Claire ran for the shop opposite, its pock-marked and roofless structure offering marginally more cover than the open street where they were standing.
Suddenly, there was an enormous explosion further down the street. A silver blur passed above them, and a voice yelled over the comlink, 'This is NightSeraph to ground forces, hope we ain't too late to join the party!'
The pair of Widowmaker Ground Attack craft flew straight down the street between the buildings, leaving trails of fiery death in their wake, and obliterating a large number of chavs and both the hummers. There was a horrific stench of burning flesh and chemicals as the napalm incinerated everything in sight. The titanium-coloured planes flew back over, and Claire could make out a pilot; presumably Nick, whose call-sign 'NightSeraph' they had heard over the comlink earlier, waving out at them from his cockpit.
They ran out of the shop, finding the street littered with corpses, and seeing the end blocked by two burning piles of metal, what remained of the hummers. They turned back, and ran down towards the other end of the street, in the direction of the meeting point.
Minutes later, after having sprinted back to the old abandoned school where they had originally been dropped off, they were met by the rest of the assault team, who were all relatively unharmed. A couple had minor bullet grazes and some minor burns, but thankfully there were no fatalities. In the dying sun, they set off back towards the HQ in the Scorpions.
The HQ had been constructed underneath the ruins of the 1st Thorley Scout Hut, which had once been the last bastion of hope against the rule of the chavs. After it had been finally overrun, Nick and Rufus, with the help of some old mining gear they had discovered nearby, had excavated an extensive network of tunnels and underground rooms, which proved to be nearly impervious to attack. They had also managed to excavate a cavity big enough to serve as an aircraft hangar and runway, which came out of one of the sides of the bypass that surrounded the old town, cleverly concealed by a sliding grass-covered door.
Claire and Ed ran down to the briefing chamber, where they found two young men in flight suits waiting for them. Rufus, the taller of the two, had short gingery (or 'strawberry blond' as he liked to call it) hair, which clashed horribly with the bright red flight suit. He was not muscular, but not lanky either, a balance somewhere in between. Nick, on the other hand, while being slightly shorter, standing just under 6 foot, was truly hench. There was no other word for it. His rippling muscles could be seen even through the thick flight suit. With his very short brown hair, he would look like some kind of muscleman were it not for the flight suit he was wearing.
'I guess we got there just in time then.' Nick greeted jokingly.
'Well, I reckon we could have taken them even if you had not turned up, so don't think I'm going to be too thankful for it' Claire joked back.
'Whatever, by the looks of the next target though, you're gonna need more than a bit of luck and a coupla ground attack aircraft to pull your arse outta this fire.'
'Great. What have they come up with for us this time then?' Claire asked exasperatedly.
'You don't even want to know...' Nick replied
Whatever it was, it was not going to be pretty, that much was obvious.
Prologue
Having pulled back the hood on his baby blue Mackenzie hoodie, the chav proceeded to spit on the body of the dead emo. Aside from the normal bloody wrists, there was a set of gaping bloody holes across her chest where the bullets from an Uzi had shredded her ribcage and everything inside it. The corpse was lying in a pool of blood at the roadside, with her friend lying in a marginally smaller pool of bloody slightly further down the road. The two of them had turned to run back to their hideout as soon as they had seen the chavs, but they just weren't fast enough. The chavs spotted them just as they were running into a back alley, and gave chase. The unarmed emos were easy targets for the chavs as they ran in fear down the open street, even with Uzis they were nearly impossible to miss.
The chav looked up, and surveyed the scene around him. The shells of buildings in what was once a fairly upmarket part of the town were gutted by fire and explosions, and generally looked like they were in the middle of a warzone, which they were to an extent. The fight had gone beyond here now, the chav and his crew were just mopping up the remains of what light resistance was left after the hooded horde passed through here.
With a yell, the chav moved on, leaving the blood soaked body lying in the road to decay. The body's lifeless eyes stared up at the sky, gazing upon the freedom she never had.
Chapter 1
Bullets ripping apart the old wooden doorframe above his head, Ed ran through the doorway and out into the open again. To his left he could see Claire, her shoulder-length blond hair looking wet and bedraggled, carrying her trademark Desert Eagle pistols. Behind her sprinted Ollie, who unceremoniously grabbed her and flung her behind an old burnt-out car wreckage to take cover from the withering hail of bullets flying from the house behind them. Ed sprinted over to join them, the dust being kicked up by his feet by a burst flung at him by a chav standing in the building he had just run from. He span round, his assault rifle ripping the chav to shreds, with blood flying everywhere.
'How are we all?' Ed yelled at Ollie, as he dived behind the car. 'Not loooking good, no-one is down, but the way things are going we are going to end up surrounded. Marc and his squad are holding our right flank, but I don't know how much longer he will be able to hold. We need to get out of here, and fast, before we are overrun completely.' Ollie, still crouching behind the wreckage, propped his sniper rifle on the car's bonnet, and carefully picked his mark. The bullet hit its target, throwing lumps of Burberry cap everywhere as the chav's forehead exploded. The chavs behind ducked down, hiding behind what scant protection a brick wall could offer against a rifle that powerful.
Looking back, Ed could see that the assault was doomed to fail from the start. They had bust into the old residential area around Snowley Parade and Parsonage lane, looking for 40 cent, a gangsta who had been causing them endless amounts of trouble. They had been taken in by a pair of Scorpion armoured assault vehicles, awesome new troop transports Nick and Rufus had just finished developing recently. They had jumped out of the vehicles, and almost as soon as the vehicles had gone, all hell broke loose. Every single house seemed to hold a group of unorganised chavs, each yelling and shouting, and trying in vain to hit something with their horrendously inaccurate Uzis.
They had fought their way through 2 blocks of houses, before they met a blockade of two Peugeot 206's, which had been converted to work as rudimentary machine gun carriers. Each car had a massive .50 calibre machine gun strapped to an ad-hoc turret that sat over the sunroof slot, which was manned by the person who normally sat in the middle back seat. In addition to that, each chav in the car was armed with a machine pistol he could fire out of his window, in traditional gangster drive-by style.
The group of young warriors were pinned down by the storm of metal, but a lucky shot from one of the younger explorers had hit the petrol tank of one of the Peugeots, killing the 5 chavs inside in an enormous inferno.
That burnt-out hulk was what they were huddled behind now, with Ed firing occasional bursts above the car to keep the chavs off them until they worked out what the best course would be. They had yet to find 40 cent, but the way things were going they were all going to end up dead if they stayed much longer.
Ed yelled at Ollie 'Time to pull back, we need to get the hell outta here, and sooner rather than later. Have everyone assemble by the old school, and I'll get us a lift home.'
Ollie ran off, and Claire and Ed jumped up, Claire's Dual Desert Eagles making a deeper booming sound over the staccato noise of Ed's assault rifle. The two of them ran forward, gunning down the chavs left, right and centre. They ducked into the next doorway, and sprinted out the back door into the little garden. Kicking down the garden fence, they encountered a group of 7 chavs on the other side. There was silence. Then, suddenly, one of the chavs yelled 'get 'em!' at the top of his voice. Claire instinctively rolled to the right, firing as she rolled, while Ed dropped to one knee and started firing short, controlled bursts. By the time Claire was back on her feet, there was only one chav still standing, and he turned and ran as soon as he realised he was the only one left alive. Claire took aim, and fired. The chav turned slightly, and the bullet buried itself into his temple, to a yell of 'Boom, headshot!' from Ed. The two of them ran around the side of the next house, and out onto the next street. What they saw stopped them dead in their tracks.
An enormous group of chavs, backed by a couple of what looked like stretch hummers, were sitting at the other end of the residential road waiting for them. When the chavs saw the two young guerrilla fighters, they surged forward, the deep rumble of the hummer engines underlying the yells and shouts of the mob. Ed and Claire ran for the shop opposite, its pock-marked and roofless structure offering marginally more cover than the open street where they were standing.
Suddenly, there was an enormous explosion further down the street. A silver blur passed above them, and a voice yelled over the comlink, 'This is NightSeraph to ground forces, hope we ain't too late to join the party!'
The pair of Widowmaker Ground Attack craft flew straight down the street between the buildings, leaving trails of fiery death in their wake, and obliterating a large number of chavs and both the hummers. There was a horrific stench of burning flesh and chemicals as the napalm incinerated everything in sight. The titanium-coloured planes flew back over, and Claire could make out a pilot; presumably Nick, whose call-sign 'NightSeraph' they had heard over the comlink earlier, waving out at them from his cockpit.
They ran out of the shop, finding the street littered with corpses, and seeing the end blocked by two burning piles of metal, what remained of the hummers. They turned back, and ran down towards the other end of the street, in the direction of the meeting point.
Minutes later, after having sprinted back to the old abandoned school where they had originally been dropped off, they were met by the rest of the assault team, who were all relatively unharmed. A couple had minor bullet grazes and some minor burns, but thankfully there were no fatalities. In the dying sun, they set off back towards the HQ in the Scorpions.
The HQ had been constructed underneath the ruins of the 1st Thorley Scout Hut, which had once been the last bastion of hope against the rule of the chavs. After it had been finally overrun, Nick and Rufus, with the help of some old mining gear they had discovered nearby, had excavated an extensive network of tunnels and underground rooms, which proved to be nearly impervious to attack. They had also managed to excavate a cavity big enough to serve as an aircraft hangar and runway, which came out of one of the sides of the bypass that surrounded the old town, cleverly concealed by a sliding grass-covered door.
Claire and Ed ran down to the briefing chamber, where they found two young men in flight suits waiting for them. Rufus, the taller of the two, had short gingery (or 'strawberry blond' as he liked to call it) hair, which clashed horribly with the bright red flight suit. He was not muscular, but not lanky either, a balance somewhere in between. Nick, on the other hand, while being slightly shorter, standing just under 6 foot, was truly hench. There was no other word for it. His rippling muscles could be seen even through the thick flight suit. With his very short brown hair, he would look like some kind of muscleman were it not for the flight suit he was wearing.
'I guess we got there just in time then.' Nick greeted jokingly.
'Well, I reckon we could have taken them even if you had not turned up, so don't think I'm going to be too thankful for it' Claire joked back.
'Whatever, by the looks of the next target though, you're gonna need more than a bit of luck and a coupla ground attack aircraft to pull your arse outta this fire.'
'Great. What have they come up with for us this time then?' Claire asked exasperatedly.
'You don't even want to know...' Nick replied
Whatever it was, it was not going to be pretty, that much was obvious.
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