Commando Part 2

The lone commando opened fire on the mass of elites giving them a heavy spray of bullets. Over a platoon of elites fell down the steep hill filled with bullets. Those who were below were forced down by the score of corpses. Feeling that he had the upper hand the commando continued firing the machine gun at the enemy until the belt ran out. He glanced down to observe his work and saw about company full of corpses at the base of the hill strewn about the road and the outpost. A long fence stretched from the gate for miles until it seemed to end or wind its way around a patch of tall boulders with thick brush amidst them.

            Commando Lieutenant Maurice Viyamor observed the fence network with just thirty-six guard towers in view surrounding the territory of the Ruthless Horde. He had hoped he would have to fight only the Gantronese in these violent unknown lands. Maurice turned around while listening to the loud sirens of the alarm. He picked up the corpse of the dead elite and dragged it over to the left side of the hole. It was not his idea as a mission to fight the Ruthless Horde who had control over at least three of the multitudes of civilized city-states. Among such violent and savage tribes all over the unknown lands there were approximately hundreds of settlements of combined communities of various races and peoples. He looked up to see the large extensive mountain range of the Sarcogos Mountains that lay in the center of these unknown lands.

            His cache of weapons was meant for the gangs and the Dwarf Kingdom of Mount Ayalim. Maurice looked down at the cache seeing the elite’s blood covering a portion of the ammunition and weapons. This would not appeal to the King at all since he asked for none of this to be stained or scratched. However, he was given permission and blessing to use as much as he needed for this attack and others before getting to the Mountains by next week. Something snorted drawing his attention to the front part of the house. The steed/beast of burden he used was a large furry yak-ox to carry most of the cache to the Sarcogos.

            As he began gathering up weapons the commando heard more wheels screeching on the road below. Turning around Maurice slung his heavy bag of weapons and munitions over his shoulder. He had a few more bags to fill before leaving the scene. Time seemed to be running out for Lieutenant Maurice Viyamor forcing him to shove clips, magazines, pistols, revolvers, sub machine guns and assault rifles. In moments of filling up the second bag Maurice rushed to this yak-ox, which was locally called Yakox-Ass, Wooly Cow. His furry pack mule already held two large packs over its back. The weight did not seem to bother it as it stood at the doorway of a ruined house within a decimated city that was fought over in a chaotic war. Three factions fought one another for decades until the Gantronese came in and bombarded the city and the three armies with bombs and artillery.

            When he placed the two other packs on the silent yak-ox he heard movement all around him. There were dozens of feet shuffling through these ruins around him. The atmosphere of combat was reemerging when heard guns fired behind him. From listening to the shooting he could tell where the shooting was coming from. His new foes were no doubt engaging the Gantronese slaves/supporters known as the Behemoth Brigade. Both groups fought over this region for its multiple routes to the mountains.

            As the Behemoths and the Ruthless horde fought over the field below the hill Maurice prepared to fight his way out of these ruins. He hoped these hidden foes would leave his yakox alone so he could take his goods to King Sasseak Hornbrand. More fighting could be heard in the ruins as other groups from the surrounding areas started clashing in the ruins. Two Purple Beasts emerged in the rubble covered street wielding a club and an axe. These Purple beasts had the shape of an ape and a bear with purple fur. Maurice unsheathed his commando knife and threw it at one of the beasts instantly hitting it in the chest. He grabbed his steel pole arm sword from the saddle on the Wooly cow. The second purple beast charged at him with fury and berserk rage. The commando made quick work of this one purple furred foe that would not be the last he would kill today.

            Moments later the ruined city was crawling with Purple Beast warriors from Mount Charcosai and Mutated Beast Men from underground. Both sides had been fighting over this turf for years after the Gantronese bombed this city to nothing but rubble and debris. He saw scores of Charcosai fighters and Mutated Beasts engage in combat with various weapons. Many were armed with spears, war clubs, spiked clubs, hand axes, hatchets, war axes, knives, and plenty of war picks. A number of elite warriors and fighters wielded maces, swords, morning stars, flails, and cleavers. Maurice defended himself against about four other warriors before rushing back to his cache thinking of his beast of burden left in the midst of a savage war between underground mutants and a tribe of Purple beasts. A single Mutant rushed after him screaming his war cry as he attacked Maurice. In response Maurice pulled out his pistol and shot the attacking Mutant making the noise he did not want to make.

            Two moments later more shooting could be heard all around the ruined city. To his surprise the shooting forced the beasts away leaving the dead. However the fighting between the Ruthless Horde and the Behemoths waged on behind him as he quickly shoved whatever clips of ammunition and weapons he could inside the last three bags he had brought. It was a shame he couldn’t stay and fight more of the new enemies except he would most likely die in the attempt. His superiors in Borvados ordered him clear an outpost along this road to set a spark that could spread northward into the Gantronese part of the unknown lands. Maurice was also tasked with helping any friendly factions and neutral factions in defending themselves. He lifted the three packs and made his way back to the Yakox-Ass.

            When he returned he was greeted by a rifle wielding woman in short jeans, cut up leather shirt that revealed her stomach and cleavage. Over this sexy looking style she donned a thick weather duster brimmed with fur. The woman was named Brittany the Dove a member of a gang of biker bandits known as the Red Hearts. Each member had a tattoo or two of a heart and wore a red bandana on their heads. There were just seventeen members in their gang. They used to be a ragtag band of mercenaries that banded together and built their own settlement in the central part of the Sarcogos. With her stood two members of the Unseen Bears wearing dusty and rough looking Vestrisian uniforms. The Unseen Bears were another gang of over eighty members of various military personnel from different nations. Most of them were members of the 36^th Infantry Expeditionary Brigade that was one of several units that became KIA, MIA and basically shattered from constant attacks from various enemies.

            The two Unseen Bears rode large cat-like creatures that were bigger than a pack mule. One was black and the other was a reddish-brown color. These feline creatures were ferocious steeds that were perfect for travel and warfare. It is said that a few of the Uxane nations often rode these beasts on journeys, quests, or on a warpath. These cat-like steeds are called Jaguar-Lions or better known as Jumbo Cats. Brittany walked over to help him get the rest of the baggage on the Yakox’s back. Within moments the four made their way to a section of the city that had a tunnel like trench constructed specifically to avoid the Mutants and the Purple Beasts. There they came across Brittany’s steed and his own steed, which were large Mountain Goats.

            Mountain Goats were more suitable for traversing the rocky mountains of the Sarcogos. Once the two were mounted on their steeds the company four went through the secured path in the ruined city. It took them closer to Naxit Mountain a sacred ground where the Uxane placed their dead for resting in the afterlife. One group known as the Uwax Nation a large grouping of tribes located in the southern parts of the Sarcogos and south of its base to the edges of the swamps and the thick jungles. Their territory starts along the tip of the Crehx Slopes.

            As they slowly trekked on the path towards a pass in between Naxit and Charcosai Maurice felt his hairs stand up and goose bumps covered his body. Brittany leaned over on her steed and reached down on her fur rimmed boots. She pulled on the top part revealing it to be pant legs or stockings of fur for the cold climates. The commando watched her tighten the leggings around her upper thighs. He felt aroused just from watching wanting to dig into her flesh and feel her luscious fit body. The commando refrained from this since he was only working right now. They slowly moved through the pass between the two dangerous mountains. It was funny yet strange about this pass since it took you straight past the Purple Beast Tribe of Charcosai. None of the Beasts would dare approach anywhere near this pass due to its location next to Naxit Mountain.

            Maurice the Commando knew it had to do with the dead being buried there. Rumors and campfire stories tell of wrathful spirits that tent to appear when their rest is interrupted by oblivious and daring trespassers. He looked up at the Mountain called Charcossai watching it as he relied on his steed to follow the three gang members. His Yakox was tied to the steed he road ensuring it kept moving with their small convoy. It was a magnificent sight to gaze upon on a day whose skies were covered in grey and white clouds above. Charcossai towered over them with his menacing rocks jutting up towards its peak. The base of the mountain appeared like a solid stone wall encircling the mountain. He studied the rough face of this wall that appeared unstable enough to fall on top of them at any second. This was obviously his thirty first time going through this pass on a mission. Past these two mountains was a range of hills covered in brush, grass and dandelions. It was where the Yakox roamed and ranged in herds. Up ahead was the Dwarf Kingdom of Kherndaruhl and its two cities of Narerum and Khern Darum.

            For the travelling gang members and commando it was a relieving site after a long trek through the ruins and the pass. Dusk was approaching fast with the Yakox herds between them and the Dwarf cities and single citadel like mountain. The four of them slowly made their way to the Dwarf cities and their main Mountain Kingdom. The commando tugged on the Yakox’s reigns to ensure it was still behind listening to its protesting grunts and snorts.