Surviving Albany
800 hours
Celadon, 2372

The silence was broken by the sickening sound of napalm meeting metal.  A wave 
of fire swept across the valley, followed by a carpet bombing.  Senior Airman 
Bob Shafer looked down at the soldiers screaming and running from the bombs.  A 
tear came to his eye.
“F… finish them off, then let’s go home.

	Ash, Penguin, and Adlevice all made it to the treeline before the bombs 
could reach them.  Somewhere in the valley, a SOS flare was launched.  But there 
was no time to answer it.
“This is King 8 can anyone hear me over”
Penguin refused to give up the fact that they were the only ones left.
“They’re dead, Bill.  Everyone’s dead.”
Adlevice had walked up besides Penguin.
“We should keep moving.  Meet up with the PRVN.”
Ash turned away and started up the hill.  Adlevice scrambled to follow. A 
gunshot then rang out through the trees.
“Down!” screamed ash, then looked back to see bill slumped limply on the ground 
with a .45 in his hand.
“Well that sucks…” was all Adlevice could say.

      The PRVN were camped out at the top of hill 886.  But it wasn’t going to 
be easy climbing it.  Plus the fact that rocketeer brigade 84 “The Doom Guards” 
were camping out on the edge of the forest.  Ash and Adlevice watched from just 
inside the treeline as they charged up the hill at the PRVN in a last ditch 
attempt to free the hill.  Ash looked at Adlevice.
“Battle cry of freedom…” he shrugged and ran out of the trees, firing his M16 
wildly.

	“Uhh, casualty status mounting in the hundreds, category five over.”
The PRVN were combing the hills and cleaning up after the battle that sent the 
Doom Guards scrambling.  “Yeah Albany, doesn’t look like…” suddenly an eevee 
broke off from the patrol and began sniffing at a collapsed tent.
“Yo, hang on!” a sergeant ran to the tent and pulled it up, uncovering Lt. Ash 
Ketchum.
“We got a live one here!” ash awoke as eevee started to lick his face. He 
watched as the sergeant signaled a medic.
“Right then!” said the medic briskly, opening his medkit and thumbing through 
the supplies.  “So do we have any information on this one?” he said, turning to 
the sergeant.
“No, but I wonder what the Convent’s doing having its men so far out here…”

To Be Continued