TAS' Tale.
I finally was making it in the organization when my world was toppled by a kid with a gun. Street urchins lik us never have much, food was scarce for the lower classes, even the middle class where struggling, compared to some of the richer countries, the middle class was barely over the poverty line. We were promised a drastic change when the new leader came to power. Sporting his dark yellow heavy clothing, he made a bold statement to any insurgents that were against his views and radical thinking. He said, If you think you have the guts to kill me, I'll give you a free shot. He stuck out like black on white. He drafted all of the lower and a large percentage of middle class citizens with promises of a higher standard of living. We took the bait, but if we didn't it would have meant death anyway. Fight for my country or die a fool i had thought to myself. Wasn't really hard decision with that logic in my mind.
The higher the rank the brighter your outfit. He felt it was intimidating to the enemy. I wore a dark red (I think they called it cranberry) trenchcoat. I was a captain. I went from a speck of dust living off of my job spare changing, and stealing food. I thought our new leader was one of the greatest things that could have happened to me. I had power now, could bark orders at the black clad privates. I started off quickly due to an uncanny accuracy rate. In my early days of training, it was somewhere around 76%. I was at the top of the list for new recruits. A few days of training and my accuracy grew to well over 85%. My rank shot up due to my servitude, I'd shut my brain down and do whatever the higher ranked officials yelled to me. They trained me hard, i was their little guinea pig. The sheep they sent to the slaughter. The kept us locked up in bases and showed us "real videos" of how the new leader made the country better by ten fold. Showed images of happy people, people eating large meals. All us sheep were overjoyed with this new improved society we had become.
We were sent out, large ships of soldiers fully prepared to strike. Sent to a small african country with poor communications, told to "liberate" it from their old, weak government. We all thought we were helping these poor saps out. Ha. We were fools. We went in, they responded poorly to our peaceful efforts and we quickly became offensive. We threw their capitol to the ground in mere hours. We disposed of any possible threats. The town seemed to become desolate within a week. The citizens were taken into large transports and dissapeared. We traveled on foot for days, weeks, months, years. We went into other citys, other countries taking them over hostily. It seemed no one would join us without a fight. Soon we just became violent and attacked every town without a word, wiping them out with no thoughts, no cares. If they didn't want a better society then their way, then will force it upon them. We were quickly met with violent groups, poorly trained compared to us. It took little effort to wipe out multiple squadrons with only my delta force. Then I got shot in the leg. I was hiding, while some of my companioins were out in the open. I realized it was my red trench and it became habit to pull it off in dangerous time. I actually cared about my life unlike our new leader. This was only the beginning ofour domination. We moved onto bigger places quickly, we began to call ourselves H.E.L.P. We slowy invaded places like Germany, we too control of Italy. Our biggest threat was US. It was the last country I'd ever invade for H.E.L.P.
The higher the rank the brighter your outfit. He felt it was intimidating to the enemy. I wore a dark red (I think they called it cranberry) trenchcoat. I was a captain. I went from a speck of dust living off of my job spare changing, and stealing food. I thought our new leader was one of the greatest things that could have happened to me. I had power now, could bark orders at the black clad privates. I started off quickly due to an uncanny accuracy rate. In my early days of training, it was somewhere around 76%. I was at the top of the list for new recruits. A few days of training and my accuracy grew to well over 85%. My rank shot up due to my servitude, I'd shut my brain down and do whatever the higher ranked officials yelled to me. They trained me hard, i was their little guinea pig. The sheep they sent to the slaughter. The kept us locked up in bases and showed us "real videos" of how the new leader made the country better by ten fold. Showed images of happy people, people eating large meals. All us sheep were overjoyed with this new improved society we had become.
We were sent out, large ships of soldiers fully prepared to strike. Sent to a small african country with poor communications, told to "liberate" it from their old, weak government. We all thought we were helping these poor saps out. Ha. We were fools. We went in, they responded poorly to our peaceful efforts and we quickly became offensive. We threw their capitol to the ground in mere hours. We disposed of any possible threats. The town seemed to become desolate within a week. The citizens were taken into large transports and dissapeared. We traveled on foot for days, weeks, months, years. We went into other citys, other countries taking them over hostily. It seemed no one would join us without a fight. Soon we just became violent and attacked every town without a word, wiping them out with no thoughts, no cares. If they didn't want a better society then their way, then will force it upon them. We were quickly met with violent groups, poorly trained compared to us. It took little effort to wipe out multiple squadrons with only my delta force. Then I got shot in the leg. I was hiding, while some of my companioins were out in the open. I realized it was my red trench and it became habit to pull it off in dangerous time. I actually cared about my life unlike our new leader. This was only the beginning ofour domination. We moved onto bigger places quickly, we began to call ourselves H.E.L.P. We slowy invaded places like Germany, we too control of Italy. Our biggest threat was US. It was the last country I'd ever invade for H.E.L.P.