The Barracks Under Fire Story
by EagleRock
I'm reposting my original story in the new forums so there will be a copy in both places. Also, since I can actually back up this forum, I know it'll be safe on my server. Here are some handy links:
Comments page on the new forums: Click Here
Story on the original forums: Click Here
Comments page on the old forums: Click Here
NOTE: I've locked this thread because I want people to be able to be able to read the story from beginning to end without sifting through comments. You can find the link to the comments thread above.
Note: If you are not familiar with Counter-Strike (which, as you will see, will become an integral part of the story), there are a few sites that you can refer to in order to understand the areas and plotlines better.
CS Weapons
This is an excellent list of all of the weapons you will see in this story. All the weapons and maps are accurate to Counter-Strike and will be easy to follow if you follow this list.
CS Maps
This link is a site that produces two-dimensional versions of traditional Counter-Strike maps. If you don’t know of CS or are unfamiliar with a particular map (or if you just want a reference), find the map on the menu on the left-hand side. While it may not be the best way to see the world of Counter-Strike, it will help when reading the story.
I’d suggest book marking these two sites so that way you will have references handy. Other than that, if anything is tough to understand, feel free to say something or PM me.
Prologue - Enter the Pain
Originally posted July 21st, 2007
Commander Coop83 had always been a loner when it came to patrolling the Portal. As usual, he was doing his patrol on his own, carrying his trusty blam rifle with his officer-grade sniper scope. Some could consider him a renegade that is detrimental to the Barracks in that he often keeps his distance, but that was far from the truth. He was in fact a Commander of the Elite Guard and a long-standing member of the Barracks. It didn't hurt that he knew his Barracks Officers well and that he was well trusted by them. Newer recruits looked upon him as a dark, cornered soldier that they couldn't trust. As they cut their teeth in the Elite Guard and came to know the Barracks better, they came to respect him and knew him better. Because of this, he was usually left alone to work on his own and keep to himself.
He enjoyed being alone. It allowed him to be centered as he fought against the tyranny that was on the Portal as of late. Ever since Newgrounds was renovated, all of the old citizens came out of the woodwork and flooded the place. Keeping alone was hard for Coop83, as it seemed everywhere on Newgrounds there were citizens keeping themselves busy doing whatever it is they did during their daily lives.
The Portal was worse. Everyone was anxious to try to get recognized on Newgrounds. There were also those trying to do harm. Needless to say, the Barracks was busy on the streets trying to keep things in order. Despite how large the Newgrounds Police Department had become, they were struggling night and day to keep a semblance of order. Coop83 was out on the Portal much longer than he should have been trying to keep the Portal safe for those just trying to get their hard work through. He hadn't seen his fellow Barracks members around, which was unusual even for him, as he would usually encounter at least one or two as he patrolled the streets. After finding a dark alley to set up in, he took a long drag on his cigar and set up his sniping post. It was time for him to do some justice.
That's when everything went black.
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When he came to, it was hard to see. The bump on his head throbbed as if his brain was trying to escape through his skull. He shook his head and tried to see clearly. All he could see were bright lights overhead and what looked like a lot of metal tools. He was confused. Through his blurred vision he saw two men in the next room. As he tried to sit up, he caught a quick glimpse of them rushing towards him. It was no use to fight. Within seconds, he was knocked out again.
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Coop83 came to again, this time in a considerably darker room. Surprisingly his vision was fine, but his head felt as if he was in a drunken stupor. As he sat up, he realized the pain in his head was gone completely. However, across his whole body, he felt as if a horrible sickness came over him. He felt nauseous like no other time he felt before, but he couldn't vomit. Instead, body aches started across his whole body as he tried to move around the small room he was in.
The room itself was small, but looked like a futuristic dormitory. The walls were all blackened steel with rounded edges and stoic decoration. It looked like he was transported to the future, and this was some kind of alien facility. There was nothing in the room, save the cot he was on and a door. The door wasn't going to open no matter what he did. He was trapped.
Thoughts rushed through his mind as he tried to fight the sickness in his body. He felt, for the first time in his tenure in the Barracks, that he stayed out on patrol for too long, and that for some reason, he should have been back with the rest.
Coop83 knew one thing, though. He knew that he had no clue where he was, no clue what happened to him, and no clue what would happen to him. Delirious from the ever-increasing pain throughout his body, he knew he could only do one thing: go back to sleep.
Sleep...it was his last refuge before facing his fate.
End of the Prologue
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