Rocketeer Compound 6
1000 hours
Parade Grounds, 2372

	Colonel Sanders looked off the platform at the ragtag troops placed before 
him.
“So…” scoffed Sanders. 
“These are my elites…”
Butch stepped forward.  “Sir, if I may point out, numerous rocketeers have 
already proven their worth to be in the Elites.”
Persian glanced hopefully at sanders, who sighed.
“What’s the use… the Convent are tying the noose around our major strongholds 
while the PRVN break through the northern DMZ… We’re doomed, major…”
Butch and Persian shared alarmed glances.  
“Sir, think about what Giovanni would do! Think about the old empire! When team 
rocket struck fear into the hearts of many!”
“Giovanni…” interjected Sanders, “Is dead. And team rocket is soon to follow.  
However… I have a LITTLE faith in the division guarding our end of the DMZ…”

	“Ok guys!” barked Lieutenant John Lau as his UH1H ferrying soldiers to the 
DMZ neared the Convent airfield.
“The Demilitarized Zone is basically a strip of burnt, battled, and shelled 
landscape ranging from Mount Silver in the east to the oceans of the west!  This 
is the most dangerous place on earth, so watch your back! Our airfield usually 
receives…” Lau paused to think for a while. “About 540 150mm air-burst shells 
raining down on us from the goons on the rocketeer side!” As he spoke, three OH-
6 Loach scout choppers flew past into the battlescarred wasteland in front of 
them. The helicopter landed on a giant piece of land with about 25 helicopters 
flying around them refueling, picking up troops, and unloading cargo.  Ash 
walked with the rest of the soldiers to a tall, thin Colonel handing out platoon 
rosters.

“Lessee here, platoon L, barracks 4…” The colonel pointed with his clipboard to 
an old, overgrown Quonset hut next to airstrip Foxtrot.
“Gonna have to fix the roof yourself, never quite stayed up ever since we 
accidentally naped it in ’67…”
Ash and the platoon groaned as they made their way into the hut.
“Doesn’t look too bad, I mean...” A weedle jumped out from under a cot and clung 
to ash’s face. “AAAAH!!! AAAAAAAUGH!!!” The rest of the platoon beat a hasty 
retreat out of the hut as ash flung the weedle agenst the wall and ran after 
them.

“Well… I guess sleeping outside won’t be too bad…” Ash sighed as he bedded down 
with the platoon agenst the wall of the barracks. 
“What the… what’s in my bed… AAAAAA IT’S A WEEDLE AGAIN!!!”
To Be Continued…