Post by The Silent Fourteen on Jan 30, 2011 5:16:22 GMT -5
“There are no good ‘roos or bad ‘roos. Just ‘roos that follow orders” The Royal Drill Sergeant said this every morning as the Kommados ran PT. The Kommandos routinely pushed themselves to the edge of death; many of the weaker recruits died in training and were unceremoniously cremated. Only the best of the best received the Royal Kommando patch.
Killer knew that he was built to be the best. He could jump farther than any other recruit. He could hit harder, and he could shoot targets from miles away with high-powered weapons. The other ‘roos hated him. He hated them. The Royal Drill Sergeant hated everybody.
“We swear our hearts and souls to the Royal Kangaroo Konsolidate. We will give up our lives, our limbs, and our love, so that other Kangaroos may live. We will protect the Homeland from the Badger Terrorists. Our knives will stay sharp, and our rifles will shoot straight. We will kill without remorse and maim without mercy, for every badger we kill will save another joey. Without us, the Homeland would be defenseless. Without the Homeland, we would have no purpose. We will defend it with every fiber of our being. We are soldiers. We are saviors. We are Kommandos. We are KANGAROOS!” The recruits shouted the oath everyday, over and over again while standing at attention.
They would shout the oath until the RDS would say “Holy shit that sent chills down my spine.”
The Kommandos drilled constantly. They prepared to fight the most vicious enemy. They were taught to hate the enemy. The enemy would kill them in their sleep and rape their wives and joeys. The enemy hated them. They had to kill the enemy.
First thing each morning the Kangaroos ran the PT course. Any recruit who didn’t complete the course in time was shot. Next came weapons training. They always worked with knives first, and then rifles. The senior recruits were required to fight crocodiles and human Prisoners of War with nothing but their knives. The new recruits learned how to fight after being stabbed in the chest, or in the leg. Many bled out and died on the spot. The strong learned to ignore pain. The best knew how to turn their pain in to hatred. The hatred then became raw power. The raw power could then be redirected back at the attacker. Only the best made it through training.
After that came marksmanship training. Each Kommando had to shoot five live men at the range of one mile each day. The RDS told the recruits that if they missed, they would be shot. No recruit ever missed. Each recruit killed five men a day, at the range of one mile. The RDS congratulated each Kommando for every kill. The Kommandos loved the praise.
Killer once managed to shoot five men with three bullets. The RDS then pulled out his sharpened fighting knife and slashed Killer across the chest.
“I told you five shots, five men. Not three shots, five men. If I wanted three shots and five men, I’d have told you three shots, five men. You are to follow orders unless ordered otherwise. Am I clear, Killer?”
Killer screamed out his “Sir yes sir” while turning his pain into anger. Each recruit followed orders perfectly. The Konsolidate had no use for more generals; they needed soldiers. They needed Kommandos.
After two years of grueling physical and mental training, the best of the best received their Kommando patch. Each Kommando carefully sewed the black patch with the white skull onto their green uniform jackets. Each Kommando carefully sharpened their knives. Each Kommando lovingly cleaned their rifles. Each Kommando hated the Badger Liberation Army Terrorists.
Killer hated them more than any other Kommando.
On his first mission, Killer received orders to liquidate a camp of BLA terrorists camped twenty kilometers from a Konsolidate trading outpost. Reconnaissance said that over fifty badgers lived in the camp.
Killer moved during the night, carrying nothing but his knife, his rifle, and some water. As the sun rose, he prepared to fire. He aimed down the scope, and placed the crosshairs over a Badger’s head. He could see the Badger’s whiskers sway in the wind. He squeezed the trigger, and the Badger’s head flew straight off its shoulders. Killer grinned as he took aim again. Twenty Badgers later, he moved in to finish out his mission. The RKK had told him to “Show the Badgers why such intrusion is a bad idea.” Killer followed orders perfectly.
Taking large leaps, knife in hand, Killer jumped across the sand. He could smell the blood from his earlier kills, and he heard the screams from the other Badgers. He jumped in a serpentine pattern, to avoid possible sniper shots. The Badgers never saw which direction he came from.
The crimson blood stained the parched earth as the Kangaroo slashed and cut at the Badgers. He reveled in the harsh violence. He laughed as the mothers tried to save their cubs. Killer made them suffer.
He left one survivor, a child. He lifted the crying child by the scruff of his neck, and told him to go tell his kin what he had seen. Killer dropped the child and hopped away. The child screamed as it crawled away from the bodies of its family. Killer refused to look back at the bodies. Killer remembered what he felt after learning the Badgers had raped his family, and then murdered them in cold blood.
“The bastards need to die,” He said, to nobody in particular. “They must be really awful monsters to deserve a death such as me. I hope I kill every last one of them.”
Killer knew that he was built to be the best. He could jump farther than any other recruit. He could hit harder, and he could shoot targets from miles away with high-powered weapons. The other ‘roos hated him. He hated them. The Royal Drill Sergeant hated everybody.
“We swear our hearts and souls to the Royal Kangaroo Konsolidate. We will give up our lives, our limbs, and our love, so that other Kangaroos may live. We will protect the Homeland from the Badger Terrorists. Our knives will stay sharp, and our rifles will shoot straight. We will kill without remorse and maim without mercy, for every badger we kill will save another joey. Without us, the Homeland would be defenseless. Without the Homeland, we would have no purpose. We will defend it with every fiber of our being. We are soldiers. We are saviors. We are Kommandos. We are KANGAROOS!” The recruits shouted the oath everyday, over and over again while standing at attention.
They would shout the oath until the RDS would say “Holy shit that sent chills down my spine.”
The Kommandos drilled constantly. They prepared to fight the most vicious enemy. They were taught to hate the enemy. The enemy would kill them in their sleep and rape their wives and joeys. The enemy hated them. They had to kill the enemy.
First thing each morning the Kangaroos ran the PT course. Any recruit who didn’t complete the course in time was shot. Next came weapons training. They always worked with knives first, and then rifles. The senior recruits were required to fight crocodiles and human Prisoners of War with nothing but their knives. The new recruits learned how to fight after being stabbed in the chest, or in the leg. Many bled out and died on the spot. The strong learned to ignore pain. The best knew how to turn their pain in to hatred. The hatred then became raw power. The raw power could then be redirected back at the attacker. Only the best made it through training.
After that came marksmanship training. Each Kommando had to shoot five live men at the range of one mile each day. The RDS told the recruits that if they missed, they would be shot. No recruit ever missed. Each recruit killed five men a day, at the range of one mile. The RDS congratulated each Kommando for every kill. The Kommandos loved the praise.
Killer once managed to shoot five men with three bullets. The RDS then pulled out his sharpened fighting knife and slashed Killer across the chest.
“I told you five shots, five men. Not three shots, five men. If I wanted three shots and five men, I’d have told you three shots, five men. You are to follow orders unless ordered otherwise. Am I clear, Killer?”
Killer screamed out his “Sir yes sir” while turning his pain into anger. Each recruit followed orders perfectly. The Konsolidate had no use for more generals; they needed soldiers. They needed Kommandos.
After two years of grueling physical and mental training, the best of the best received their Kommando patch. Each Kommando carefully sewed the black patch with the white skull onto their green uniform jackets. Each Kommando carefully sharpened their knives. Each Kommando lovingly cleaned their rifles. Each Kommando hated the Badger Liberation Army Terrorists.
Killer hated them more than any other Kommando.
On his first mission, Killer received orders to liquidate a camp of BLA terrorists camped twenty kilometers from a Konsolidate trading outpost. Reconnaissance said that over fifty badgers lived in the camp.
Killer moved during the night, carrying nothing but his knife, his rifle, and some water. As the sun rose, he prepared to fire. He aimed down the scope, and placed the crosshairs over a Badger’s head. He could see the Badger’s whiskers sway in the wind. He squeezed the trigger, and the Badger’s head flew straight off its shoulders. Killer grinned as he took aim again. Twenty Badgers later, he moved in to finish out his mission. The RKK had told him to “Show the Badgers why such intrusion is a bad idea.” Killer followed orders perfectly.
Taking large leaps, knife in hand, Killer jumped across the sand. He could smell the blood from his earlier kills, and he heard the screams from the other Badgers. He jumped in a serpentine pattern, to avoid possible sniper shots. The Badgers never saw which direction he came from.
The crimson blood stained the parched earth as the Kangaroo slashed and cut at the Badgers. He reveled in the harsh violence. He laughed as the mothers tried to save their cubs. Killer made them suffer.
He left one survivor, a child. He lifted the crying child by the scruff of his neck, and told him to go tell his kin what he had seen. Killer dropped the child and hopped away. The child screamed as it crawled away from the bodies of its family. Killer refused to look back at the bodies. Killer remembered what he felt after learning the Badgers had raped his family, and then murdered them in cold blood.
“The bastards need to die,” He said, to nobody in particular. “They must be really awful monsters to deserve a death such as me. I hope I kill every last one of them.”
