Sweet Bee Productions Presents:
Not All Heroes are Loudmouths
A Wild Assault Prologue.
By David J. Blood.
Wild Assault is a registered trademark of Combat Cat Studio and is now available for PC on Steam! Play as one of ten superior* bestial soldiers as they beat the ever-loving snot out of each other, and anyone in their way, in 20 Vs. 20 Raid, and Conquest. Unlock new weapons and attachments by giving your enemy a hug** with fabulous weapons like the Home Defender shotgun; guaranteed to not protect your home or your money back, and the SMG5.
1* Soldiers may not be superior. All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others.
2* Hugs may involve lethal amounts of shrapnel; hugger discretion is advised.
It was the year Anno Domini 1988, the Year of Our Lord, tensions have been rising between the Eurasian Federation, Canadian Empire, and the South-East Asian Republic for decades over key, unincorporated territories. Talks of roving mercenaries, only answerable to money, prowling throughout Africa and South America have reached the poignant ears of many regular citizens. It seemed that war was coming; war was inevitable, and that none could stop the machinations from those wishing to turn the hands of the future.
At least, until Operation Desert Storm turned the tide.
Prologue:
Federated States of South Africa
Sovereign State of Namibia
July 1st, 06:00
``Vroom, Vroom!'' Goes the meerkat, as he finishes digging out a new tunnel, at the request of the Federal Government in Pretoria. Rainfall levels had hit record highs, threatening to completely inundate the Kalahari Basin, and turn it into an extension of the Atlantic Ocean; rendering Namibia the next Atlantis, if proper drainage was not achieved quickly. But that is why they called in an expert; the one and only professional LAND Diver, Ulysses!
``You did good work out there, Uly.'' The surveyor murmured, through his binoculars, as he surveyed the inundated basin. ``This should buy the government some more time to decide on what to do next; without rushing into things.''
``Any day, for the right pay!''
``Yes, the money has been deposited to your Swede bank account.'' He lowered the binoculars and looked straight at the meerkat. ``There may be more government jobs in the future.''
``Well, you know how to get in contact with me!'' With those simple words, Uly jumped, dove straight down, into the ground, a singular phrase echoing up the meerkat's latest delve. ``Toodles!''
But Uly did not quite reach his destination before his wiles were raised - Somebody was above him! Not one to ignore his own paranoiac senses, he carefully dug upwards, into the light of dawn once more. Thankfully, his positioning was as astute as always; having dug up in the person's blind spot, behind them! On the edge of the hill, in front of Uly, sat a person, a wolf, clearly more intent on watching what was below him than bothering with the meerkat behind. It was strange, really, that such a non-threatening figure caused Uly's hackles to rise, and it was impossible to see what the wolf was planning to do without getting closer; his broad shoulders obscuring anything he might be carrying.
So, Uly crept closer, despite his instincts going bananas!
Uly crept closer, and closer, the wolf never moving, flinching, or even breathing! It was beyond creepy, but he found it intriguing in the process, in a macabre sort of way.
``A-Are you alive over there, bro?''
He gingerly reached out and tapped the wolf on the shoulder; before immediately ducking for cover, and having a heart attack, as a loud bang echoed throughout the area.
``Grrr...''
An equally low, terrifyingly guttural growl followed the bang, as Uly realized, at the wrong moment, that this wolf had a gun!
``You scared the springbok away, fool.''
The wolf slowly cocked his rifle and turned his head slightly to the left, as his eyes fixated on the meerkat.
``Now I have to start all over again.''
``W-Why are you out h-hunting at this hour, anyhow?!''
Uly looked up into the wolf's eyes.
``This is a public game park, and springbok are naturally more active at this hour. Now those kids will have to go hungry for breakfast.''
He growled, again, sending Uly's gaze back downward.
``Speaking of breakfast; it looks like someone is having a barbecue!''
He raised his wiry arm, and pointed behind the wolf, with an equally wiry finger. The wofl turned back, unconcerened by any possible sheningan the meerkat could pull, and let out another guttural growl.
``That is no barbecue...'' He took an audible whiff of the air. ``No, and it is coming from the bushman village.'' Before hop skipping forward and sliding down the gravelly slope with ease.
``H-Hey, w-wait for me!''
Not one to be bested, Uly jumped after the wolf, but found that stomach surfing was not a very comfortable experience.
As the wolf had imagined, all that awaited them were smouldering ashes, the conflagration having been total and complete such that it was unlikely anyone survived. Regardless of this ill-perceived fact, he kneeled, swished a handful of recently burnt soil, and took a whiff.
``Mercenaries...'' He let out another guttural growl. ``I have you in my sights, now.'' As his gaze fixated on something far to the east. Before he could start walking, however...
``Hey, wait a minute, why not travel in style; unbeknownst to any foe?!''
Uly ran in front of the wolf; possibly a fatal mistake, as he tried to get his attention. ``Come on, you cannot resist Uly's Absolutely Free* Underground Tour!''
The wolf was smart, wise, even, and knew that, despite the displeasure in dealing with this meerkat, he would have the advantage of surprise; a necessary advantage for a tracker like himself.
``Get going, then.''
``Oh, but first, we should introduce ourselves!'' The meerkat clapped and danced happily. ``I am Ulysses, but you can call me Uly!'' Before fist pumping straight towards the wolf. ``Believe it!''
The wolf, however, merely batted his outstretched hand away, and grunted.
``Get to work already.''
Unfazed, Uly saluted; snappily, and... ``It is time for a scuba party, yeehaw!'' Plunged straight through the ground, as if he were diving for clams! The wolf merely grunted, and, as he looked into the abyss, he could swear it was staring back at him! ``Come on, slowpoke!'' For, indeed, the glint of Uly's eyes were the last thing he saw as he was pulled down, leg first, into the depths of the earth.
``Ta da!'' Uly popped out of the ground once more, the wolf slowly climbing out behind him, and quickly surveyed his surroundings. ``Oh, oh, over there, is that it!?'' He stuck out a wiry finger to the north, over the edge of the escarpment. Quietly, both of them crept over, and surveyed the area; the wolf aiming down his sights for a closer look.
``Not just a camp, but an entire forward base, grrr... They are not some amateurs; I cannot find a clean shot from this angle; they likely planned that way when built and manned.''
He lowered his scope and grunted.
``Oh, oh, if it is a diversion that you need then you came to the right place!'' The meerkat saluted, snappily and, before the wolf could even foment a response, he was gone. ``See you on the other side, my friend!''
``I am not your friend...''
Time passed, inexorably, as the wolf kneeled at the edge of the escarpment, scanning the area with his scope; wondering if that little meerkat could even accomplish anything of the magnitude he hoped. A shiver ran down his spine, however, as a loud boom echoed throughout the area, and then, all hell broke loose.
``Someone is toying with the propane storage; did you not lock it?!''
``Hell if I know!''
A toothy grin worked its way on to the wolf's face, as he carefully took aim; the chaos exactly what he was hoping for.
``You are already dead...''
His last words were like a prayer for the deaf, as his finger squeezed the trigger.
``What the hell?!
``Sniper, get back to your positions!''
Unfortunately, these mercenaries were trained better than he expected, and they stopped panicking wildly after the first few shots. Overall, he only bagged five of them, but, as he lowered his scope, he felt like that was enough, for now; enough to instill fear in them. He took out a pair of special binoculars, and carefully scanned everything possible about the base, in case it was needed for later.
``Whew, that was life threateningly exciting!'' Uly popped out behind the wolf, from the exact same opening he had left from. ``So, did I do good, or what?!'' Causing the wolf to turn, slowly, around.
``Adequate, for now.''
``Oh, come on, can I not get a little praise around these parts?!''
The wolf got up and made his way over to the flustered meerkat.
``Well, perhaps you should try introducing yourself, again.''
``What does that have to do with...?! Whatever, fine!'' Uly just gave up on trying to talk to the wolf, normally. ``I am Ulysses, but you can call me Uly; for the second time!'' And pumped his fist out. This time, however...
``You can call me, Jack.'' The wolf's fist bumped into Uly's ``Believe it.'' as a toothy grin worked its way back onto his face.
To be Continued...
Watch out for Marquez and Zhenshan in Mainland China, Hong Ying and Ryan in Hong Kong, Vlad and Akaihime in the Balkans, and Norman and Erwin in Patagonia! Coming soon to a steam forum near you!
