War isn't that nice, really.

War isn't that nice, really.

War isn’t THAT nice…

“Gah! I’m FREEZIN’!” complained Indy, the squadrons new recruit. It was late… I dunno, about midnight or something, and the small band of soldiers were trudging on through the marshes of Darkside territory.
“I know already, that’s the tenth time youv’e told us!” replied one of the senior officers. The swampy undergrowth clung to there feet as they marched along, slightly hunched, in some sort of effort to avoid being seen. Tactically speaking, this was very dangerous. It was a very marshy area, lots of bushes, very easy for the enemy to spring traps. And they had almost no cover. All there was were the odd tree, and there were about 5 of the soldiers. Also, there had been reports of constant enemy activity in the area. Of course, that didn’t help, as they were the ones who found this information so the rest of the force would be aware. And then what? Desert us for the amount of Darksiders in the region? That was what most of the team were thinking. ‘But war is war’, the General had said. ‘And desertion is desertion’, thought Indy.

Nevertheless, they continued marching for hours on end. Eventually, they reached what appeared to be there destination. It was a sort of tower, obviously of the Darksider occupation, indicated by the falg flying above it. There job? To seize it. Not an easy task. All they had were pretty measly weapons. Handguns, pistols, none of the proper stuff they would need, like grenades, bazookas, and possibly even the legendary ‘Holy Hand Grenade’. Only 9 of these had ever been made, and were only reserved for the event that the main Lightside fort should be attacked. The Squads sergeant plotted, or ‘planned’ as he put it, by what means they would overthrow the occupiers. By all-guns-a-blazin’ force, or by creep-up-on-em’-and-stab-em’-in-the-back tactics? Most of the squadlerings (is that a word?) hoped for the more quieter tactics. That way, they might live to see the morning. “Sir, may a make a suggestion?” Indy muttered over to the captain.
“What is it boy, can’t you see I’m busy?” the Sergeant angrily whispered back.
“Well, what if we… I dunno, take them by surprise?”
“That’s what I was thinkin’”. Indy sighed with relief. “But I haven’t made my mind up, so don’t get yer hopes up boy” he added. Meanwhile, the older soldiers were discussing matters.
“The old geezer will go for the guns-ho style, he always does,” said the Gregory, the wisest of them, who wasn’t the Sergeant, of course.
“I’m not sure though… remember what happened to Sandy last time?” added one of the others, “He might not be so reckless this time”
“True… true. I’ll miss the old boy, got blasted by a ‘zooker, didn’t he?” Indy gulped. Since when did the darksiders have bazookas? And how on earth are we going to get them with these tiny little pea-shooters?
“Right lads, here’s the plan. Wer’e gonna do the same as we normally do, go in for the offensive tactics.” Indy was horrified. His fears had come true.
“Here’s what’ll happen,” the Sergeant continued, “wer’e gonna give em’ a little surprise first. Boz, you secure a position at the bottom of the ladder. Take somebody out if you must. Gregs, you take a vantage point wherever you can. Make sure your’e not being blocked by anything, so that we have a clear signal, should we need backup. Harry, you’ll be doing most of the technical stuff. When we get in, shut off there electricity. That’s the signal for everyone the set off there flares, got it? Indy, your’e coming with me, into the tower, after Boz secures the position, got it everyone?” They all nodded in agreement. “Right, let’s get this done. I’ll radio further instructions when the time comes.”

END OF PART 1.

P.S... yeah.