daisy chain:: campaign one :: introductions and the first patrol
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mindcracklove a couple of quick things.
the primer (necessary to understanding the fic.)
the fic in it's original formatting, plus a bonus scene
i hope you enjoy. i'd advise using the above links but i've posted it flat here anyways.
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Combat Dictionary
dai-sy chain
noun
1. a string of daisies, tied together by their stems
verb
2. electrical wiring made to set off multiple explosives.
campaign one :: introductions and the first patrol
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Defy,
We, the 26th infantry of the Minecraftian Civil Defense Army, regret to inform you that your son, Just-Defy, was killed in battle. He died bravely, defending the nation from the enemies we have to face to keep our people safe. War is a tough time for all and you are not alone in your grieving. We, M-Company, faced a tremendous loss during the last battle and, unfortunately, your song was among the casualties. We thank you personally for his services and you will receive his body for a proper High Military Honor Funeral.
Thank you,
Lieutenant Guude Boulderfist, 26th infantry
"Just another casualty." Guude sighed, signing his name on the typed up letter with a thick black pen.
"We lost so many people." BTC sighed and, for the first time, Guude could see worry on his Sergeant's face.
"Yeah. The new bloods are being shipped in today, I think we have about 20 or so coming in."
-
BTC was not excited for the freshfaces that were coming in. It was always hard losing people in your company but losing more than twenty men in what was supposed to be a patrol was especially tough. And these new bloods coming marching in, still not exposed to the horrors of losing anyone and they think they can replace the dead men they lost.
"Disgusting." BTC snarled, facing the men standing at attention before him.
He marched down the line, staring at the few familiar faces.
"Private Avidya. Good to see you, as always." He smiled to the man in front of him.
"Sir." Avidya smiled back, hand raised at lazy attention.
The smile fell off his face at the sight of the next man standing in the row.
"You. Step forwards."
"P-Private Pyropuncher, sir!"
"Twenty, sir."
BTC laughed suddenly.
"You don't look a day over twelve, freshface. Step back in line."
The next man he approached was young as well, though looked a bit older. He was actually quite cute.
"Why don't you step forward, darling?"
The man in front of him had a look of scared confusion on his face.
"Tell me your name, cutie?" His voice was strangely gentle.
"Private Arkas, sir."
"Another accent. Well, sweetheart, I love the cute ones. You're so easy to break, it's fun to watch you kill." BTC snared, gentle voice fading to harshness.
"Yes sir."
"Get back in line."
Arkas did what was asked of him, stepping back quickly.
"The cute ones never last in war anyways. You all sicken me, especially the freshblood." BTC yelled, turning to face the row before him. "Now, our Lieutenant would like to have a word with you fuckers, so at least try to act like respectable soldiers."
Guude cleared his throat before speaking, a small smile on his face.
"Alright men. Tonight, they want us for patrol. I need six men who aren't afraid to go tonight, so you can rest up. One has to be my new Medic. Please step forwards.
The man who BTC had called cute stepped forwards instantly, a determined look on his face. Another man stepped forwards with him, and easy smile on his face. More and more of the new men stepped forwards until they had a full patrol of new men.
"Great. Rest up and we move out at 23 hundred hours. I wish to speak to every man who's going on patrol tonight, so line up outside my tent."
Guude walked away to the sound of BTC dismissing everyone but the patrol. His tent offered little relief from the noise of the bustling camp but it blocked out some of his Sergeant's yelling.
Speaking of, he heard BTC's voice yell into his tent.
"They're lined up and ready when you are, Sir."
"Thanks, Sarge. Send them in." He yelled back.
They all entered, looking wildly at the spacious tent that Guude was sat in.
"State your name, last name is the only one needed.
"Private Arkas."
"Private Pyro."
"Private Pause."
"Chaplain Pakratt."
Guude raised an eyebrow at that one.
"Chaplain? I guess I should read the sheet closer, I had no clue we were getting one. I'm not sure I want to endanger you on this trip."
The Chaplain had an easy, small smile on his face.
"I want t' go, Sir. I feel as if it's smart...and I went through th' same training as the rest of th' men here in M-Company."
"...Alright then. Next."
"Private Vechs!" The tallest member of the party yelps excitedly, raising his arm in salute.
Guude raised his eyebrows but wrote the name down anyways.
"And you must be my Medic."
"Yes Sir, Doctor Jsano at your service, sir."
"I require a Medic on every patrol, and lives are saved."
Guude doesn't mention how the last Medic couldn't save his own life, and it's worth it to see Jsano smile brightly.
"I hope I can, Sir!"
"I hope you can too." He tries to keep the bitterness out of his voice.
Silence falls over the group, and Guude looks down at his hands. A thick line is drawn off the page, hand shaking and moving on it's own accord.
"You are dismissed. Report to Sergeant BTC for futher orders and the time you leave."
The men salute him before walking out in a row, Jsano sending him a fleeting glance before he too leaves.
It takes all of Guude's power not to rest his head on his desk and cry, instead just letting out a simple sigh.
He worries about his men. Even the ones he just met.
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BTC looks at the men assembled before him, the late day's light fading behind them. They stood at attention and he sighed.
"This is the best M-Company can do? Four freshface Privates, and a freshface Chaplain? Well, whatever. We go out tonight, report back here at 23 hundred hours ready to march. Eat a good dinner and get geared up. No dillydallying, we aren't going to wait for your ass. If you're not here at 23 hundred, we march and you get latrine duty for a month. Got it?"
"Yes sir!" The men shout in unison.
-
True to their word, all six men were back by 23:00, when all others in the camp were asleep. BTC was the earliest of them all, waiting for everyone to arrive. They were all geared up and ready to march.
"I'm surprised. Now, before we go, let me just remind all of you that this is a whisper march. Unless you're dying or you see anything, your voice does not go above a whisper. We will march the southern perimeter. Y-Company has the north. If we see any movement around the point where these two intersect, you say the word 'flash'. If they say 'thunder' then we're safe. We will be back at camp by 0:30, got it?"
"Yes sir." They say in unison, a bit quieter than last time.
"Alright. Forward."
They fell into line behind him, and marched out onto the winding path through the forest.
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"So...you're a Chaplain?" BTC whispered, falling in line besides Pakratt.
"Yes sir."
"I'll keep and eye out for you then."
"With all due respect, sir, I went through basic just as th' rest of them did."
"Oh I know. I just need to keep you safe. Can't have a man of Notch dying on my watch."
They kept walking until Pyro stopped dead in his tracks in front of Jsano.
"What?" BTC hissed.
"Oh my god...BTC...basic training camp...!"
BTC's face turned red in the dim torchlight as the other men giggled around him.
"You've lost you're talking privileges, Private."
"Damn."
"What'd I say?"
The younger man didn't respond and everyone laughed once more.
"Let's keep going." BTC had a frown on his face, though he was blushing.
-
Guude was waiting for them when they got back.
"Attention!" BTC yelled, voice softer than usual.
"At ease." Guude murmured after the men went to attention.
"Any problems?" He asked, voice nervous as he silently counted all the men in the squad.
"No sir. Just an encounter with Y-Company, as expected."
"Alright. You can all sleep. Report here bright and early, but we'll go easy on you for your efforts today. This won't happen again." Guude commanded.
"Yes sir!" They cried, and Guude smiled.
"You are dismissed. Sleeping assignments will come tomorrow, just find a free bed for tonight."
The men marched off, leaving BTC and Guude standing there.
"I'm relieved that went so well."
"They all won't be bloodbaths, you know. In fact...that one...was the first one." Blame sighed softly.
"I know...I still can't help being nervous."
"Understood."
Guude smiled once more.
"Get some rest, Sarge."
BTC nodded and went off to his tent, ready to sleep for the rest of the night. He was exhausted.
-
To whom it may concern,
Tonight's patrol was the first since the incident. It was nerve wracking to say the least, every sound sending me into a panic. I had to stay calm, so the new Privates wouldn't freak out. Still, despite what I say, they all look promising and willing to prove themselves to me.
Especially that Chaplain, Pakratt. The last Chaplain we had was a bit of a coward, so it's nice seeing someone who isn't. He has an odd accent, though it's not as thick as some of the new Privates' accents.
Tomorrow is a new day and, more importantly, not my day to patrol. I'll be able to rest up for when we pick up and move closer. The next battle should be in a few days, that's what Guude says. I used to be excited to bash in some monster skull but, now, even a small skirmish terrifies me. We have a small squad and the thought of losing more is heart breaking.
Until the next day,
BlametheController
08/27/2123
Combat Dictionary
whis-per pa-trol
1. a border patrol where voices will not reach above a whisper.
see also: talking patrol, silent patrol
tal-king pa-trol
1. a border patrol where the members may talk at a normal level.
see also: whisper patrol, silent patrol
si-lent pa-trol
1. a patrol where no talking is permitted.
see also: whisper patrol, talking patrol
---
next chapter coming next week. hope you enjoyed this one.
the primer (necessary to understanding the fic.)
the fic in it's original formatting, plus a bonus scene
i hope you enjoy. i'd advise using the above links but i've posted it flat here anyways.
-----------
Combat Dictionary
dai-sy chain
noun
1. a string of daisies, tied together by their stems
verb
2. electrical wiring made to set off multiple explosives.
campaign one :: introductions and the first patrol
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Defy,
We, the 26th infantry of the Minecraftian Civil Defense Army, regret to inform you that your son, Just-Defy, was killed in battle. He died bravely, defending the nation from the enemies we have to face to keep our people safe. War is a tough time for all and you are not alone in your grieving. We, M-Company, faced a tremendous loss during the last battle and, unfortunately, your song was among the casualties. We thank you personally for his services and you will receive his body for a proper High Military Honor Funeral.
Thank you,
Lieutenant Guude Boulderfist, 26th infantry
"Just another casualty." Guude sighed, signing his name on the typed up letter with a thick black pen.
"We lost so many people." BTC sighed and, for the first time, Guude could see worry on his Sergeant's face.
"Yeah. The new bloods are being shipped in today, I think we have about 20 or so coming in."
-
BTC was not excited for the freshfaces that were coming in. It was always hard losing people in your company but losing more than twenty men in what was supposed to be a patrol was especially tough. And these new bloods coming marching in, still not exposed to the horrors of losing anyone and they think they can replace the dead men they lost.
"Disgusting." BTC snarled, facing the men standing at attention before him.
He marched down the line, staring at the few familiar faces.
"Private Avidya. Good to see you, as always." He smiled to the man in front of him.
"Sir." Avidya smiled back, hand raised at lazy attention.
The smile fell off his face at the sight of the next man standing in the row.
"You. Step forwards."
The shaking Private stepped forwards.
"P-Private Pyropuncher, sir!"
"Peculiar accent. How old are you?"
"Twenty, sir."
BTC laughed suddenly.
"You don't look a day over twelve, freshface. Step back in line."
The next man he approached was young as well, though looked a bit older. He was actually quite cute.
"Why don't you step forward, darling?"
The man in front of him had a look of scared confusion on his face.
"Tell me your name, cutie?" His voice was strangely gentle.
"Private Arkas, sir."
"Another accent. Well, sweetheart, I love the cute ones. You're so easy to break, it's fun to watch you kill." BTC snared, gentle voice fading to harshness.
"Yes sir."
"Get back in line."
Arkas did what was asked of him, stepping back quickly.
"The cute ones never last in war anyways. You all sicken me, especially the freshblood." BTC yelled, turning to face the row before him. "Now, our Lieutenant would like to have a word with you fuckers, so at least try to act like respectable soldiers."
Guude cleared his throat before speaking, a small smile on his face.
"Alright men. Tonight, they want us for patrol. I need six men who aren't afraid to go tonight, so you can rest up. One has to be my new Medic. Please step forwards.
The man who BTC had called cute stepped forwards instantly, a determined look on his face. Another man stepped forwards with him, and easy smile on his face. More and more of the new men stepped forwards until they had a full patrol of new men.
"Great. Rest up and we move out at 23 hundred hours. I wish to speak to every man who's going on patrol tonight, so line up outside my tent."
Guude walked away to the sound of BTC dismissing everyone but the patrol. His tent offered little relief from the noise of the bustling camp but it blocked out some of his Sergeant's yelling.
Speaking of, he heard BTC's voice yell into his tent.
"They're lined up and ready when you are, Sir."
"Thanks, Sarge. Send them in." He yelled back.
They all entered, looking wildly at the spacious tent that Guude was sat in.
"State your name, last name is the only one needed.
"Private Arkas."
"Private Pyro."
"Private Pause."
"Chaplain Pakratt."
Guude raised an eyebrow at that one.
"Chaplain? I guess I should read the sheet closer, I had no clue we were getting one. I'm not sure I want to endanger you on this trip."
The Chaplain had an easy, small smile on his face.
"I want t' go, Sir. I feel as if it's smart...and I went through th' same training as the rest of th' men here in M-Company."
"...Alright then. Next."
"Private Vechs!" The tallest member of the party yelps excitedly, raising his arm in salute.
Guude raised his eyebrows but wrote the name down anyways.
"And you must be my Medic."
"Yes Sir, Doctor Jsano at your service, sir."
"I require a Medic on every patrol, and lives are saved."
Guude doesn't mention how the last Medic couldn't save his own life, and it's worth it to see Jsano smile brightly.
"I hope I can, Sir!"
"I hope you can too." He tries to keep the bitterness out of his voice.
Silence falls over the group, and Guude looks down at his hands. A thick line is drawn off the page, hand shaking and moving on it's own accord.
"You are dismissed. Report to Sergeant BTC for futher orders and the time you leave."
The men salute him before walking out in a row, Jsano sending him a fleeting glance before he too leaves.
It takes all of Guude's power not to rest his head on his desk and cry, instead just letting out a simple sigh.
He worries about his men. Even the ones he just met.
-
BTC looks at the men assembled before him, the late day's light fading behind them. They stood at attention and he sighed.
"This is the best M-Company can do? Four freshface Privates, and a freshface Chaplain? Well, whatever. We go out tonight, report back here at 23 hundred hours ready to march. Eat a good dinner and get geared up. No dillydallying, we aren't going to wait for your ass. If you're not here at 23 hundred, we march and you get latrine duty for a month. Got it?"
"Yes sir!" The men shout in unison.
-
True to their word, all six men were back by 23:00, when all others in the camp were asleep. BTC was the earliest of them all, waiting for everyone to arrive. They were all geared up and ready to march.
"I'm surprised. Now, before we go, let me just remind all of you that this is a whisper march. Unless you're dying or you see anything, your voice does not go above a whisper. We will march the southern perimeter. Y-Company has the north. If we see any movement around the point where these two intersect, you say the word 'flash'. If they say 'thunder' then we're safe. We will be back at camp by 0:30, got it?"
"Yes sir." They say in unison, a bit quieter than last time.
"Alright. Forward."
They fell into line behind him, and marched out onto the winding path through the forest.
--
"So...you're a Chaplain?" BTC whispered, falling in line besides Pakratt.
"Yes sir."
"I'll keep and eye out for you then."
"With all due respect, sir, I went through basic just as th' rest of them did."
"Oh I know. I just need to keep you safe. Can't have a man of Notch dying on my watch."
They kept walking until Pyro stopped dead in his tracks in front of Jsano.
"What?" BTC hissed.
"Oh my god...BTC...basic training camp...!"
BTC's face turned red in the dim torchlight as the other men giggled around him.
"You've lost you're talking privileges, Private."
"Damn."
"What'd I say?"
The younger man didn't respond and everyone laughed once more.
"Let's keep going." BTC had a frown on his face, though he was blushing.
-
Guude was waiting for them when they got back.
"Attention!" BTC yelled, voice softer than usual.
"At ease." Guude murmured after the men went to attention.
"Any problems?" He asked, voice nervous as he silently counted all the men in the squad.
"No sir. Just an encounter with Y-Company, as expected."
"Alright. You can all sleep. Report here bright and early, but we'll go easy on you for your efforts today. This won't happen again." Guude commanded.
"Yes sir!" They cried, and Guude smiled.
"You are dismissed. Sleeping assignments will come tomorrow, just find a free bed for tonight."
The men marched off, leaving BTC and Guude standing there.
"I'm relieved that went so well."
"They all won't be bloodbaths, you know. In fact...that one...was the first one." Blame sighed softly.
"I know...I still can't help being nervous."
"Understood."
Guude smiled once more.
"Get some rest, Sarge."
BTC nodded and went off to his tent, ready to sleep for the rest of the night. He was exhausted.
-
To whom it may concern,
Tonight's patrol was the first since the incident. It was nerve wracking to say the least, every sound sending me into a panic. I had to stay calm, so the new Privates wouldn't freak out. Still, despite what I say, they all look promising and willing to prove themselves to me.
Especially that Chaplain, Pakratt. The last Chaplain we had was a bit of a coward, so it's nice seeing someone who isn't. He has an odd accent, though it's not as thick as some of the new Privates' accents.
Tomorrow is a new day and, more importantly, not my day to patrol. I'll be able to rest up for when we pick up and move closer. The next battle should be in a few days, that's what Guude says. I used to be excited to bash in some monster skull but, now, even a small skirmish terrifies me. We have a small squad and the thought of losing more is heart breaking.
Until the next day,
BlametheController
08/27/2123
Combat Dictionary
whis-per pa-trol
1. a border patrol where voices will not reach above a whisper.
see also: talking patrol, silent patrol
tal-king pa-trol
1. a border patrol where the members may talk at a normal level.
see also: whisper patrol, silent patrol
si-lent pa-trol
1. a patrol where no talking is permitted.
see also: whisper patrol, talking patrol
---
next chapter coming next week. hope you enjoyed this one.
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Date: Thursday, April 10th, 2014 02:05 am (UTC)This going be interesting
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Date: Thursday, April 10th, 2014 02:07 am (UTC)thanks, it'll be coming next week! :~)
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Date: Thursday, April 10th, 2014 02:09 am (UTC)BTW, you're missing a few tags.
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Date: Thursday, April 10th, 2014 02:12 am (UTC)and yep, decided that he's dead. thought he'd be good to kill off tbh, since he's not a mindcracker.
i only tagged the ones that i've decided are main, so people don't go looking for a fic about arkas and get disappointed that he's only in it for a few seconds. it's mainly about btc and guude, at least this first chapter is. i'll tag pakratt though, i do mention him a few more times then the rest of the guys.
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Date: Thursday, April 10th, 2014 02:20 am (UTC)Also, am I the first to realize why Defy died? 'Cause that'd be cool.
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Date: Thursday, April 10th, 2014 02:27 am (UTC)yeah haha!
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Date: Thursday, April 10th, 2014 03:20 am (UTC)Also...Arkas! *squee!*
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Date: Thursday, April 10th, 2014 03:33 am (UTC)and ikr!?! i love arkas so much <33
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Date: Thursday, April 10th, 2014 03:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Thursday, April 10th, 2014 10:03 am (UTC)Military AUs are good, hoping this doesn't disappoint!
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Date: Thursday, April 10th, 2014 07:33 pm (UTC)BTC is a drill sergeant, he sorta has to be angry, even if he isn't.
he didn't really upset BTC, he more or less embarrassed him by pointing out that his name, BTC, could stand for Basic Training Camp, which is where the new soldiers go to train before being actually put into the army.
gosh, i hope it doesn't disappoint as well.
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Date: Thursday, April 10th, 2014 08:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Friday, April 11th, 2014 12:41 am (UTC)BTC is overreacting to everything at this point in the story, as he's probably suffering from PTSD, thanks to 20+ of his soldiers dying before hand
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Date: Thursday, April 10th, 2014 01:26 pm (UTC)I love it! (What is wrong with me?)
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Date: Thursday, April 10th, 2014 07:34 pm (UTC)thanks, i'm glad you do! even if it's not fluff :~)
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Date: Friday, April 18th, 2014 06:22 pm (UTC)