Dark Future Short Stories - Seventh - The Ghost Legion
The Ghost Legion
Legion Nostre Patria Resistance Nostre Fortuna.
The downfall struck everywhere differently, but everywhere had existing structures collapse. Every order that did not served its very people tumbled and crashed. In many areas brutally. For the time of the downfall the dark mid ages came back to live and towns sorted out old competitions violently.
Shortly before the downfall became visible to most, Striker needed to escape from a murder trial and went on the run. Both head of Police and the prosecutor remembered him too well from back in the school days when he regularly beat up both bully gangs. Both only turned law enforcement to better cover up their drug deals and managed to do so perfectly. They had turned God King status and were the main financiers of the local sect.
At some point they decided to declare the wanna be soldier and skaterboy that Striker was as a teenager their personal enemy number one.
When striker left his favourite Pub one of the local gangsters tried to strip him off his Jacket was knocked out. Striker was sure that he was still alive when he carries on leaving him in a side street next to the Pub. The Police had a different story and so Striker went on the.
Even so he never was caring a Capi Blanche on his head, he never even tried to join the Legion, because he was to old he quickly got in touch with Legionnaires and turned an affiliate.
He always was good with the Guitar for the girls and even better with fists and legs for their stalkers. About a week after he managed to leave the back than still powerful national control to hit street live far far away south west a short, but intense war broke and kicked off the downfall.
The old super powers, run by even older in mind men, decided to once for all settle their unhealthy rivalry by brute force, but this time in direct conflict. There was not even a proper reason. There was only an order to attack.
An order that turned the northern hemisphere into pure chaos and along with it the other part, too.
Some pretended to not have received their orders, other straight forward denied them, others called the high courts fighting the order legally, others got their white flags out, some went straight for executing their orders and got faced sever now not that friendly, but quite targeted fire, others tried to enforce the order ending in major shoot outs with their own batches. Old treaties broke up, old friends attacked each others. It was pure chaos on all sides.
A few weeks in in became clear that the old centres of power had lost control. Capitals had become incapable to enforce their will onto the rest of the nation.
In Marseilles Striker was a street musician back than that kept couch surfing from a tourist bed to another. The French Army leadership rejected the attacks plans and so some Generals went for a coup. They were supported by foreign forces and created the first major urban street battle of the downfall in Paris in attempt to take over the Elysée Palace. The conflict took weeks, months and actually never completely ended.
The Legion based in the south lost contact to Paris first day and their scouts did not come back so they decided to secure the southern coast line towns in cooperation with the Gendarmerie and Naval forces.
At some time the first refugees from the woodlands from the southern Rhine arrived south and reported from a very bloody civil war everybody against everybody in southern Germany that burned down the bilingual parts next along with it.
The southern French forcers could not spare any units, because they were busy fighting gangs that used guirillia tactics to take over parts of towns and tired to ensure their drug rout safety towards the rich men’s junkies areas delivering completely new unknown substances no one intended to try that had any sanity left.
The first area that regained stability in Paris was La Defence by using hired guns about half a year into the street battles of Paris and Ile de France. The first strike against the French orders to stay and not join the war way east was against the communication systems. Now telephone, no internet router was working any more and the Police and military transmitters were useless.
The industrial centre of the once proud French nations managed first to fill the vacuum that an incapable old bureaucratic system created and establish stability. Quarter by quarter they reconquered all of Paris over the next few years and established successfully what Universities would later teach as the French Capitalism.
Striker grew up in an old family that dated back to the crusades and education of the children was for generations task of the grandparents. He had learned from cooking to fighting everything a rural knight would have needed to know if they still had their title and status. It was also quite helpful with the woman.
During the downfall and the war that kicked it off, major biochemical military laboratories were hit and the genetically modified viruses hit nature. Within a few years mankind started mutating. Striker, always quite sensible to his surroundings turned empath, could see at night almost as it was bright light, could read and predict other humans steps and words, beside becoming physically and mentally stronger without growing kilos of body weight.
He was lying in an unused vacation flat for about three month with high fever slowly running out of food from the storage room when suddenly felt better. After a shower he went onto the balcony and first time his empathy kicked in. He realised in split second that someone was having built up an ambush in the street he looked at.
Right in the balcony below him a sniper sat and five others were hiding badly strategically in a few other buildings. Next moment a light off road car of the French foreign legion turned around the corner and entered the road. He could see that the guy on the machine gun was the guy that regularly dropped him a few coins.
“Fuck” and off he went. Striker first time just acted, had made like never before an attack plan and went straight to executing the plan. He took the small French Bistro table next to him, leaned over and shouted down to the sniper getting ready “Hey, Ca va?” just to smash the table at the guy.
Next he climbed down , actually jumped, grapped the semi automatic hunting rifle and took out the other five in full surprise.
He had new friends now. He became part of what turned to the most respected and feared depending on your attitude, internally operating, interconnected, highest motivated, best trained and most precise military special forces level operating force responsible for SOS missions during and after the downfall known as the Ghost Legion.
The Ghosts were part of the New Legion Entranger and basically their Ninjas that specialised in freeing slaves from terrorists, militias and Mega Cons all around the globe. After a few years he build up the retaliation brigade within the Ghosts known as the Deadheads. They made sure by force that now more slaves were taken by whom ever they went up against.
The banker he was up again now had no idea that he was more than a mercenary and that all these hired gun jobs were all about gaining information to clear assassination targets.
A monk would be next. A convent after. A monestry follow up and than the Devil would know ....
