Note: R2D references used here.
Kingstreet was still unaware of what it would have to undergo.
Despite the first stains of violence already announcing their presence, the whole island would be bathed in violence and blood.
Chief Engineer Fall, the organisor of the building operation of Kingstreet, alighted from a military van in the centre of Kingstreet, flanked by two soldiers cradling AK-47s in their hands.
Fall wiped a smear of blood from his face, and gazed up at the latest building project- a three-storied triangular building that would become the base of operations for the overseers of the Kingstreet project.
Scaffolding covered the side of the building, and men scurried through the building, lugging around heavy power tools and building equipment. Fall had suspended the activities of the cranes, due to the fuel shortage on the island.
Fall looked back across the bridge, back towards the mineral processing facility that he had fled from.
"I hope they prevail."
"Ah, SHIT!"
Lance-Corporal Anders was the last remaining member of his squad, outgunned, out of ammunition and running out of time.
He had dispatched one of the masked soldiers, and had also retrieved his knife, only to find the blade completely shattered.
"Just how hard are their skulls? In which case, how am I supposed to win?"
His combat knife was broken, his AK-47 only had a single magazine left, and blood had started to drip out of a nick from the masked soldier's Karambit above his eyelid, obscuring his vision in one eye.
He turned to find somewhere to run, maybe pick up ammuntion...A light flared in the darkness of the facility, and a shower of sparks kicked up behind him, before a sudden thwack to his chest sent him sprawling. His vest heated up in an instant, sizzling from the energy absorbed from the bullet.
Anders rolled behind a nearby crate, and held tightly onto his AK.And suddenly, a new noise pierced through the gunpowder smoke and the stench of death in the facility.
A whup-whup-whup sound rang through the facility, and the lights slowly flickered on.
"Withdraw, men!"
Two shadows danced across the floor, and the jangling of equipment grew fainter and fainter.
Anders cautiously raised his AK, before sprinting to the open door to the outside of the facility, leaping over the dead body of a falling garrison soldier.
Meanwhile, the sound of a helicopter engine rang throughout the island.
The sound amplified.
It was then joined by a chorus of other engines, all of them beating out across the island.
Heads turned everywhere around the island. Where was the source of the sound?
"There it is! There are at least five of the buggers from the mainland!"
A excited worker shouted from his vantage point on the triangular building, pointing his hand at five specks in the horizon, heading towards the mineral processing facility. Fall stood by the van surrounded by his two motionless guards, and shook his head before abruptly getting back into the van.
"Get me back to the facility, fast as you can!"
He barked at the stunned driver of the van. With a screech of tyres, the van took off.
"Soldiers, what do you have with you?"
Fall's two soldier bodyguards, veterans with years of experience, blanched at the question the civilian worker had put forward.
They found the notion that a civilian, of all people, wanted to go head first back into a war zone, impossible. An uncomfortable silence permeated the insides of the van.
Finally one of the soldiers, the man who had commanded the assult on the facility, ventured forwards.
"Sir, are we going back into com-"
"Slow down! I think I saw something back th-"
The van shuddered to a halt, before the soldier who had just shouted leaned towards the window and looked again.
"No ****ing way..."
"What is it, soldier?" The seargent barked.
"It's the SS Bolivar. I think we'll need a fanfare for this."
To be continued...I guess.
