A Game of War (Epilogue, Part 1)

Story by Steven Dalma on SoFurry

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Game time: 11:00 AM

Real time: 3:30 PM (EST)

Place: Armored Patrol

Date: Thursday, July 31, 2014

It was one year, ten months and 27 days since the end of the Game Wars tournament which gave RO-Force their big victory over the Vaktovians. Many things have changed since then; the promotions and demotions; the exploits and invasions; the transition from old to new soldiers; up to the big rebellion from RF in the early months of 2013. BBsteve, who had legally changed his username to StevenDalma earlier in the year, dyed his hair from golden blonde to his natural color of auburn and ridded the fedora for some 8-Ball headphones, was standing on Charlie's Hill alone, wearing a costume similar to the colored uniform he wore that violent day, looking over the rest of the battlefield where nearly two years ago, he lost many of his friends and other comrades in a battle of good versus evil. There were some good losses and bad ones too, yet, even on this day, many lives continue to be lost, but only this time, they can be brought up again no matter how many times they've died.

As he continued to watch the helicopters, tanks, cargo trucks, jeeps, and on-foot soldiers fight their way to win the 30-minute game, the rumbling of a jeep's engine came closer and closer to the hill, which grabbed Steven's attention. He turned around to see another soldier from his temporary team drive up to where he was positioned, but this time, instead of just the usual ammo boxes, he had something else brought along with him.

"Iron, aren't you supposed to bring those boxes to Bravo like they've told you to do?"

"I'm happening to do that in a bit, sir, just need to give this to you and I'll be on my way." He pulled out an envelope, which happened to have Steven's name on it. He handed it over to him, and Steven looked at it. It was from The Macleod Estate. He was confused about the identity of the sender.

"Are you sure this is for me? I don't recognize this address at all."

"Well he told me to give you that."

"Who's he?" Suddenly, an explosion occurred a few yards away from their position, only to find that an enemy helicopter was approaching quickly towards the hill. 'They won't claim their territory until their enemy is dead.'

"Get in the jeep!" Iron told Steven, and so they both rushed to get into their seats, and he drove like hell towards base to avoid being blown to bits. As he drove with the enemy on their tail, dodging missile after missile, Steven opened the letter and began to read it, only to look disappointed by such horrible news. Once they arrived at the base, Steven got off to head towards the helipad, but just before the driver took off, Steven called him out.

"Iron?!"

"Yes sir?!"

"...Thank you for giving me this." The driver nodded, and continued to make his way towards other emergencies on the battlefield. Steven sat down at the stairs and read it again, looking over the details of the future event.