Sweet Bee Productions Presents
Not All Heroes Drink Sake
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 1991, 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:
Somewhere in the Balkans
June 30th, 20:00
``Dis' little cup is not going to cut it.'' The burly bear grumbled, as he sniffed it. ``Is far too weak!'' and took a sip, before throwing it, cup and all, over his shoulder. ``Now this, is a man's drink!'' Before pulling out a transparent bottle from his oversized fanny pack and slamming it on the table. ``Will put hair on your chest.''
The fox sitting across from him merely smiled, innocuously, her cleavage already having problems fitting in her brassiere.
``More hair.''
He pulled some clay cups over, and began filling them, before moving one over to the fox; the wind howling outside. The fox gracefully cupped her cup, and brought it to her lips, her nose wrinkling as the intoxicating aroma entered her nostrils. But take a sip she did, her entire body shivering as the alcoholic beverage went down.
``Dah, you are insulting the vodka!'' The bear grabbed his own cup, and... ``You must drink it like real Russian!'' downed it all in one gulp, slamming his cup back on the table right after, causing the fox to raise an eyebrow.
Not one to be outdone, the fox did as the bear did; albeit more gracefully, downing the entire cup in one gulp, her entire body fizzling as it went down. One of her hands went to her cheek, as the other set the cup down.
``See? Treasure of Russia is great thing!'' Before pouring a second cup for each party. ``And it is endless!'' Together, they drunk the cold, windy night away...
It crept upon them, closer, and closer, knowing full well that they were plastered enough for an easy kill. So easy was it that it almost laughed that this would be the easiest money they had ever made. At least, that was what they wanted to believe, as they quietly began to slide open the door, or to find themselves impaled and nailed to the wall; a kodachi straight through the heart, the fox proffering a drunken smirk before she collapsed back atop the bear, as if stuck in the most wonderous of dreams.
``Oh, Vlad feels like he has the strength of ten Russians now!'' The bear woke up, jovially stretching, before he noticed the fox atop him. ``Do not be sleeping on job now, foreign one.'' And lightly tickled the fox's nose, causing her to wake up in a drunken haze; an equally silly smile dotting her muzzle. She got up, however, and stretched luxuriously; hand traveling behind her, before she remembered where she put her kodachi. Without a word, she took it out of the chest of the mercenary, long dead, pinned to the opposing walls, and rejoined the bear, who seemed to not notice it at all.
``Now, is time for real Russian work!'' He, non-chalantly, reached under the kotatsu and pulled out his anti-aircraft cannon. ``Let us not be late!'' The fox merely smiling as she followed the burly bear out into the snowcapped mountains once more, the wind having finally died down.
Onward they trekked, until they found the mercenary compound that the bear's satellite uplink told him about. Thankfully, as visibility was equally poor on both ends, despite it being day, it was unlikely anyone would give any notice to the two of them; that was besides the fact that it was built like a mountain, with no easy access. But that did not matter much, because the bear was built like a mountain; too, and we all know the outcome of plate tectonics.
``Is time for you get to work, little fox.''
He grunted, as he dropped his expandable mini-fortress, and started expanding it, while the fox merely blew a kiss to him; the bear clearly not aware of it and sauntered off into the snowy depths.
``Heh, now the fun begins!''
He hefted the anti-aircraft cannon into his hands and began looking the fortress up and down. ``All the little fox needs is a little hole to penetrate.'' Before selecting a spot that he believed would be reachable, and more thinly armoured, for such a petite woman.
*bang*
*bam*
*boom*
It was like the French Revolution; it was not televised, and the guillotines were replaced by explosive cannons, anyone nearby would think the world was ending. Much like the French Revolution, however, it did not last forever, the bear stopping before he ran out of ammo, as he chose to save the best part for last. As he leaned casually against his barricade, a small smile worked its way on to his furry face.
``Is all up to you now, little fox, to put on best play this side of Moscow.''
Despite the snow, poor footing, and sharp, rocky cliffs, the fox had no trouble nimbly vaulting from one spot to another, and into the hole the bear blew open for her: the fortress in complete uproar at the sudden bombastic assault outside, such that it gave her the exact distraction she needed. Despite what the bear was concerned with, and who was none the wiser, the fox's goal was not to kill, but to remove certain documents. Unfortunately, due to serious weather, and jamming, the exact layout of this fortress was uncertain: even finding its existence was a fluke; she would just have to wing it. At the very least, there was so much storage to hide behind that she had very little trouble sauntering around unseen by panicked guards, gracefully slitting the throat of one who seemed far too paranoid to move, and dumping his body behind the cover she was just in.
Eventually, she found an unguarded terminal, and, after listening for footsteps, she popped out of cover and began fondling the keys with her slender fingers; delicately coaxing the needed information from their now unlocked mainframe. She had to admit; she never would have imagined that old Russian bear had such tricks up his sleeve. Of course, that just made him all the cuddlier.
After copying the information, successfully, on the convenient floppy she hid in her brassiere, she began to walk away; jumping, rather, as the terminal self-detonated, shrapnel piercing her delicate, unprotected back.
``Was someone just using the terminal's copy protection?!''
Unfortunately, it looked like; even with all the commotion, they were still able to pick out what was going on upstairs and were well aware of the terminal's ability to self-detonate. Akai Hime found her back to the wall, however; literally, as mercenaries poured in from both stairwells.
Things were about to get dicey.
Her ears, and heart, blew out, as the wind nearly sucked her out; the wall behind her disappearing into a cacophony of destruction, the massive chest of a bear being the only thing stopping her wayward excuse for an escape.
``It seems these bourgeois pigs have been busy!'' He wrapped his arm around the fox's waist and jumped straight out the opening he just made; gunfire immediately following. The fox felt like she was eerily close to death, as the two of them swung through the mountains on some very well-placed grappling hooks. It was just a hop, skip, and swing away before they were halfway down the mountain.
``Those bourgeois pigs and their infernal computerized explosive devices.'' He set the fox down, on the snow, and began pulling out shrapnel from her back. ``But Vlad is not real fox surgeon; will need to go back to Moscow to get help.'' Once satisfied, he nodded to himself and helped the fox stand up. ``Traveling partner is ready, no?'' The fox could only proffer a smile, as she took his massive hand in hers. And, together, the two of them traipsed down the remainder of the mountain, the walk to Moscow long and full of adventure.
Epilogue:
Moscow
July 1st
22:00
This bear was certainly better than any kotatsu; or so the fox thought, as she woke up in a drunken stupor, the vodka bottle was still half full on the table, atop the slumbering bear; her surgery had gone so well, that they drank the night away. Thankfully, she had already sent the diskette away, meaning there was little reason to worry about her pile of clothes nearby, or a would-be thief raiding someone's panty drawer, for that matter, and decided to just go back to sleep.
After all, it is not every day that one gets a warm blanket like this.
To be continued...
There are still many tails to read!
Norman and Erwin in Patagonia
Zhenshan and Marquez in Mainland China
Ryan and Hong Ying in Hong Kong
And
Jack and Uly in South Africa
Gotta read `em all!
