Prologue
The rain fell hard bouncing of the
swamped field creating splashes of dirty water
bouncing about like jumping crickets. The sky
above was dark and cloud covered hiding the
stars away from visual sight. Colonel Fischer
surveyed the long road ahead which had been
ploughed through the drenched and swamped field.
Behind him the sound of grinding and revving
motors echoed through the mass of the long
field. A division of tanks trudged slowly
through the dirt covered road, kicking particles
of mud and dirt from their tracks whilst they
crunched down across the road.
Long
beams of light shone out across the darkness
from the moving armada of armoured vehicles.
Behind the tanks the sound of marching feet
could be heard from the Marines that followed
the division.
Fischer held his hand up to signal a full stop,
the armada behind ground to a sudden halt,
whilst leaving their engines still revving.
"Rybok give me the map will you."
Captain Rybok handed the Colonel a damp map and
folded it open for him. Both men watched the
rain patter off the paper and bounce across the
green jeep they sat in. Sat opposite Fischer was
the driver and behind sat Sergeant Mkoll, who
sat a kin to Captain Rybok.
"According to this were here in the dungle
fields." Fischer began to explain pointing his
finger at their location.
"Another ten clicks is were the resistance
planned the meet. Captain I want you to take
your special ops team and scout the area. As
soon as you come across hostiles radio it in."
"Sir." Rybok answered looking at Mkoll
"Besides its you who organised the meet with
resistance forces yes. So it should be you they
greet first. Also might I remind you its vital
we don't lose Cantabile."
"Understood." Rybok said looking Fischer in the
eyes.
The
Captain jumped down from the jeep followed by
Mkoll and jogged down the side of the division
until coming to a halt by the first armoured
troop carrier. He pulled the cloth cover of the
rear back himself.
"Colonels got a scout out for us. Come on we're
on double time here, move it." Rybok bellowed at
the five man team sat in the ATC.
One
by one the team dropped off the vehicle
splashing their feet in the water logged road
below, all carrying their weapons tight to their
chests.
Within seconds they'd circled around Captain
Rybok and Sergeant Mkoll.
"Scope you take point. Halls you take up the
rear. The rest of you pan out and we'll cover
the ground. Watch out for claymores and trips."
Rybok explained.
The
Black beret team began to move away from the
armoured division and into the tree's
disappearing like ghosts in the mist.
***
Rybok
stopped and pulled out his chrome compass
flipping its lid open he watched as the rain
bounced from the glass cover, covering the dial.
"How
far." Asked Mkoll.
Rybok
stood silent for a moment studying the arrow and
watched how it suddenly stopped to face
north/west.
"Ten
clicks North/West." The Captain replied.
"Damn
the magnetic field of this damned rock aye."
Mkoll sniggered
Rybok
smiled and looked on at the surrounding trees
they'd entered. The grass was ankle high and
drenched from the down pour as were the leaves
from the tall trees that towered above hiding
any hint of light. The noise of distant animals
that dwelled within the trees seemed to echo
somehow, yet the team had been trained to ignore
such distractions.
The
Captain felt the rain drop onto his beret and
drool down his face to finally drip from his
stubbled chin. He put the compass back in his
chest pocket behind his flak armour. Taking a
firm hold of his gun with both hands he began
trudging his feet through the ground once more
squelching every step he made.
Mkoll
followed close behind looking downwards just
forwards of his feet constantly watching for
trips or any sign of claymore mines.
In
the distance a bird fluttered through the trees
above, forcing the team to come to a sudden
halt. The seven men raised their guns upwards
then to the side and taking a slow sweep across
the woods in unison.
"Scope see anything up there." Rybok gently
asked through his com line.
"Nuthin' but the dicky." Scope said.
"Butch take point we'll hang back. Scope come
down and bring up our rear. Mkoll take Burch's
rear. The rest of you keep formation seven
clicks before meet."
Butch
was a tall man carrying an axe strapped to his
back and holding his standard M17 auto with
laser sights pointing forwards of the barrel
dashed up to the front of the team and swiftly
but with caution moved through the drenched
plants and in between the trees keeping his gun
trained dead ahead. Occasionally he would stop
hold up his hand to signal a stop then carry on.
Behind Butch Mkoll the dark skinned Sergeant
would follow occasionally glancing from left to
right.
The
rain fall began to slow and then eventually stop
leaving a chilly wind to howl between trees. The
team came to a stop as they reached the end of
the woods and looked down the hill the last
trees greeted. Below was a small village.
Rybok
crouched down and took out his Binoculars to
take a closer and more detailed look.
"Well
this is the place." Butch explained looking
down.
"What
now." Asked another Sibyl from the team.
"We
wait." Rybok replied.
***
Scope
moved swiftly and silently as though he were a
ghost through the trees to find a good position
too cover the team with his long rifle. He
stopped in front of a tall tree that seemed to
look down on the hill and into the village. He
used his camo cape for cover and began to climb
the tall tree until finally finding his
advantage point. Once he was comfortable with
his position in the tall tree he began to rest
his long rifle on an adjacent branch then slowly
he fixed the cross hairs of his scope to a more
magnified view. He was ready and had a good
vantage to cover the team.
"I'm
fixed." He said softly through his com.
Then
settled in for what he decided could be some
long hours ahead. Yet that was his game
patience. He was proberly the best sharp shooter
this side of the galaxy. He had the skill to
fire a shell through strong winds moving east
west or south at a 99 percent accuracy.
***
Rybok, Butch, Sibyl, Glamour Mkoll and Lightener
slowly moved down the slippery hill breaking
from cover of the trees and down towards the
village. Rybok walked up front followed closely
by the others. They stopped as the came the
first hut and surveyed the surrounding area.
Mkoll stepped out to the open garden he crouched
down by the end fence and peered other the top.
"Who
are you?"
Mkoll
turned quick pointing his gun ready for attack.
As soon as he saw his intruder he lowered the
gun. A small child knelt down in the damp mud
attired in dirty rags watching him with big blue
eyes. The child was female no older than twelve
and her hair was covered in dirt and rain fall.
Rybok and Lightener appeared from behind the hut
guns at the ready.
"We
are looking for some friends little one." Mkoll
explained.
"They
are in the church." She explained.
"Remain here Mkoll." Rybok said stepping past
him followed by the tall Lightener.
***
Rybok
stepped up to the open church doors and entered.
Inside was well lit and a group of three men and
one woman attired in rags carrying shot guns
greeted them with pointed barrels.
"Who
the frag are you." The woman asked.
"Stand down I know him its Captain Rybok Black
Beret special ops Colonel Federation." Came a
voice from behind. The group lowered their guns
and stepped aside for the other. Rybok grinned
watching another step up into view.
"McNeil." Rybok said allowed with a grin to his
stubbled face.
"Reurne Resists." McNeil said.
"Rybok to team. Alls well take up covering
positions on the village's outer rim." The
Captain said speaking through his com link.
"It's
been a while Captain Saul Rybok." McNeil said.
Both men entered the main hall of the church.
Rybok looked up and looked on at the resistance
fighters stood up on the balcony men women and
some children across the benches to the lectern
he noticed all the resistance fighters were pale
skinned and thin proberly a lack of food
supplies.
"Its
great to see you've come. I take there are more
of you." McNeill asked.
Rybok
looked into his green eyes. McNeil was tall pale
and like his fighters thin. He was attired in
what could be described as rags a standard auto
slung over his bony shoulder. The marble floor
tiles blow their feet were all cracked and
stained from dirt.
"We
have an armoured division waiting about ten
clicks back. I'll make contact shortly. First I
need to know how many you number and the
situation here in Cantabile."
McNeil led Rybok to the lectern were a map was
laid out flat covering the entire area of
Cantabile. In the Map were red markers locating
Coalition forces strong points.
"As
you can see we are very active but we are low in
numbers. We've regrouped at this village
Monsoon. Coalition forces are less than three
clicks up the road from out west east and north.
Our southern exit is only free because we had to
fend a full force off. But it's the northern
count that concern us. They have a division of
armoured vehicles large enough to flatten this
village. Here we number about one hundred and
sixty five. It's the children we need to have
removed. Now you're here I want them extracted
to the blue safe zones."
Rybok
looked up from the lectern and suddenly realised
many of the resistance were made up of children.
He
stepped down the few steps away from the lectern
and switched his com link back to active in his
ear piece.
"Colonel. Rybok here. We have a fixed location
of resistance fighters."
"Coalition forces are where."
"About 2 clicks around the corner."
"Sounds like a trap."
"With
the division not really we can fight them back
and take Cantabile."
"Negative Captain."
"Understood. I'll begin the evac of the
village."
"I
repeat Negative."
"What."
"Negative your orders are to fall back and we'll
air strike the place."
"Sir we have too many young here."
"Understood Captain fall back will you. Fischner
out."
McNeil stepped down and placed his hand on
Rybok's shoulder. What's the plan then Captain?
Rybok
looked up at Lightener who he knew had just
heard the order. "Have your people ready to pull
back within ten mins. We going to air strike the
area."
McNeil disappeared into the church to prepare
the resistance of Reurne to move out.
Lightener slowly approached the Captain cradling
his gun in both arms.
"Sir
Orders were to drop and ditch."
"Yeah
well who says this lot can't follow. We cannot
leave them here after what they have been
through and the fighting they have done for us.
No we take them."
***
Scope
watched as over a hundred men and women and
children began to enter the woods all armed with
guns and attired in dirty rags that once
resembled clothing.
"Sir." He said speaking into his come.
"Move
on up take point scope." Rybok ordered.
Scope
slid down the tree and moved on under the cover
of darkness clenching his long rifle with both
hands.
***
Colonel Fischer watched as Captain Rybok and his
unit emerged from the woods and back onto the
swamp covered field. Rybok led his men from the
front still they used their weapons and trained
them for possible targets.
It
was when Rybok approached the division closer
that the horror sank across the Colonels face.
Over
a hundred resistance fighters women children and
men emerged from the woods dressed in rags and
armed with their weapons. And what a dirty
motley crew they looked.
Fischer opened his private com to the armoured
vehicle s.
"Train your guns on them and fire. Spare none
kill the bloody lot." He said through gritted
teeth.
***
Rybok
watched in sheer horror as the entire armoured
division opened fire on the resistance fighters.
"Nooooooooooooo." He bellowed as he raced to the
Colonels lead jeep.
The
resistance fighters dropped like flies to the
fire. The women children and men were all cut
down through the spraying of heavy gun fire.
Scope Mkoll and the others dropped to their
knees in horror watching the massacre of the
fighters that had sacrificed everything to hold
the line.
Two
young children a boy and a girl tried to flee
back into the tree line but found no escape as
the gun fire cut them down in volleys of shells
and a spray of blood. Mkoll covered his eyes and
Scope sank deep onto his knees horror stricken.
After
a few minutes none remained alive leaving a long
line of corpses covered in the swamp water many
face down some face up all of them had been cut
open by the gun fire. The women children and men
laid in a swamp of their own blood soaked
bodies.
Rybok
approached the Colonel who was on his radio just
finishing ordering the air strike.
"Why?" Rybok asked with a defeated tone.
"Because they could have simply been coalition
forces." No they weren't
Fischer smiled.
"Well
maybe not. But if they were they can't do us
harm now can they."
"You
bastard." Rybok said as he un holstered his
pistol from his waist.
"You
bastard you just butchered the young and the
weak. They held the line for you. You Scum
fragger." With that Rybok shot Colonel Fischer
in the head killing him instantly with his
execution. He stood still and watched as the
Colonels body dropped to the floor in what felt
like slow motion.
Suddenly he looked up to see twenty guns all
aimed at his head.
Mkoll
rushed up with his gun aimed at the marines that
surrounded the Captain.
The
Marine Lieutenant turned and shot Mkoll in the
face killing him there and then. Scope took
careful aim and fired his long rifle at the
Lieutenant. The bullet pierced his skull killing
him instantly.
"Drop
it." More Marines bellowed as they approached
the team.
Rybok
released the hold on his pistol letting it fall
into the soaked road. Then watched as Major
Donahue approached.
"Colonel Saul Rybok I'm placing you under arrest
for the murder of a senior officer. I have
called for a pick up and you'll be transported
back for trail conviction and sentence." The
Major said as he placed a set of cuffs over
Captain Saul Rybok's wrists.
Two Weeks Later
Captain Saul Rybok sat on the edge of his single
bunk covered by a blanket of darkness that
shrouded most of the cell up to the bars. The
walls were basic no decorations no pictures just
brick work. The stone floor was cold to the
naked touch and hard.
Outside the sound of waves bashing against the
wall echoed in his cell, followed by the sound
of the wind howling throughout the corridor
outside his cell.
He
looked up to listen to the sound of approaching
feet marching down the stone floor of the
corridor followed by that distinct sound of
rattling keys. Rybok new they were coming for
him, this would proberly be when his fate was
decided.
He
took a deep breath and flexed his arms out wide
to stretch his muscles and arch his back to
niggle out the slump of been sat too long in one
position. And then the feet stopped. Rybok
looked up to see his tubby jailer and three
armed guards attired in long grey coats armed
with standard M17 machine guns. He always
admired the design of the gun short with a
smooth barrel and a long nuzzle front loading
weapon.
"Up."
The Jailer said. His face as tubby as his
stomach.
But
Rybok knew better than to argue and rose to his
feet, watching whilst the jailer opened the cell
door and entered followed by one of the guards.
The three men had long expressionless faces.
"Hold
you're hands forwards." The jailer ordered.
Saul
Rybok watched the guard circle him keeping his
M17 pointed towards his head, then finally he
held his arms forwards. The jailer took out a
set of chrome cuffs and locked them around his
wrists.
"Is
he ready?" Came another voice.
Saul
watched a young Lieutenant emerged from the
corridor. The man was attired in standard DPM
camouflage urban style uniform.
"He's
all yours Marsh." Replied the jailer.
The
guard nudge Rybok on the back of his neck with
his gun. The Captain moved out of the cell and
into the long corridor.
"Follow me Captain." Marsh said sarcastically
The
five men walked down the long jail corridor and
out up the steps and onto a landing platform
were a dragonfly shuttle waited for them. Rybok
walked in the middle followed by two guards on
his rear on forwards and following the
Lieutenant.
He
looked across the landing platform and out at
the thrashing waves of the prison island
surrounded by the sea and the howling grizzle of
the wind.
Before Saul Rybok knew it he was sat on the
dragonfly in the crew compartment and sat a kin
to him were the three long coat guards and
opposite Marsh.
And
then it wasn't long before he felt a slight lift
to his stomach from the Dragonfly.
***
It
must have been just over an hour when Rybok
found himself escorted from the Dragonfly and
onto another landing platform. The sky above was
dark and the stars were out. Greeting him and
his escort were another set of guards about
seven in total. He was led inside another
building and into another long corridor though
the floor was well carpeted and pictures of
judges hung from the walls. Guards in suits took
control of him and un-cuffed his wrists. He
flexed his hands out from the freedom of the
cuffs. And followed the new guards into a room
with five judges sat at a long table. He was
escorted to face them from the opposite side of
the table.
"Do
you know why you are here Captain?" The centre
on an oldish man with receding hair and a white
goatee asked.
"I
do."
"Then
we will begin Captain." He said.
One
of the guards brought a wooden chair and placed
it behind Rybok, who in kind took the seat and
sat down.
"You
were charged with the execution of a superior
officer named Colonel Fischner. In that act your
Sergeant was also executed for killing the
leading Marine Lieutenant. And another named
Scope was also taken to cuffs for this betrayal.
Because this act carries a serious wait amongst
the Colonial Federal forces, it cannot go un
punished. Is that understood?"
"It
is." Rybok replied.
"Under the normal rules it carries the wait of
death. However. We have decided due to the
nature of your training and expertise you will
not face execution. Nor life in Prison. Instead
we will promote you bypassing the rank of Major
and promote you too Lieutenant Colonel. However
you will no longer serve with the Colonial Black
Berets. Nor any other regiment. Instead your
punishment is you will lead Rat Pack units on
the most deadly of missions. Make no mistake
Saul Rybok you are expendable though you carry
the rank and full privileges your life could be
less than a year. Or longer depending on your
skill. But you will lead the worst of the worst.
You will lead the Colonial Penals known as rat
packs."
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