Dark Future Short Stories - TwentyTwo - Je ne regrete pas
Dark Future Short Stories - TwentyTwo - Je ne regrete pas
Je ne regrete pas
The Sahara and Sahel were since most stories reached back the real Wild Wild West of the world. During the falldown the population in that far reaching region actually rose and took on many refugees of Europe and Arabia looking for shelter in the mountains creating not that small mountain towns living from long distance trade, weapons manufacturing, but on a quite spartan level.
No man looking for luxus would even consider coming here and so, many deserteur and run a away soldiers came together forming a new Devisin of the French Forigne Legion that took control of most South France and the Western Alps. Legion Tuareg.
They all did not get any money, but only food and shelter, in opposite to their brothers in Europe that ruled the streets of all south of Lyon in a world off national order. They sleped with their guns, they shared the food and water, they lived to train the art of war and served those that fed them, The Tuareg People and all displaced people asking for save shelter.
A refugee camp was attacked and the Legionair Platoons there managed to escape with almost all refugees on the trucks heading further south deeper into the desert. They shot the treator that had a long range transmitter to give away the position to those hunting a run away son of a gang leader from central Europe trying to get out with his fiance.
Mission Romeo and Julitte was about to start, triggering the cheesy romanitc core of every men in arms being here respected for their romantism and search for heroism. The main training ground was in a Desert Mountain range and was build up to a Castle with far stretching path ways and training facilities. The Legionairs had upgraded from being a light infantry by selflessly securing good trade and protecting peacful loving humans helping them into a high tech force using active exco scellettes that turned this most motivated force into an unbeatable enemy being constantly challanged by all those that love to die up to destroy the prettiest of libraries, oasis, schools, housings the visitors called Edens. The mountain valleys were green and chilling compared to the desert ocean.
Legionairs were known to turn werewolfs and dragons by all those drugged that managed to sneak out a battleground coming back into their bars in the shadows of the fallen society. Actually, it was exo scelletons constructed by university teachers and ingeneers that found save harbour from the constant war zone of Europe and many parts of Arabia or even the Americas. The exo sceletons came in two versions. The larger once were six foot spiders build in a desert factory based on carbon fibre monoqoques, having high efficient hyrbid engines for each food, firing 105millimeter standard artillery spike shells with high explosive cores and 50millimters projectiles from guttling guns, carrying also 12millimter spear rockets. The scary part was that all barrells always pointed at one spot and that they would be able to fire several thousand rounds off each, being capable of quick reloading within one minute, if being back into a support truck, that were always dangerously close by. The Bandits coming into the Sahara crossing the Mediterrainian all got stuck in steel age, the Legion was all black carbon fibre from body armour to rides to what they would fire at every hostile intruder. The sons of the sun, yet living at night time.
The ligter once were servo supported walking machines about 3 meters in height that could run faster than every human, carrying a 50 millimiter long barrel guttling gun over the shoulderand 7.62 guttlings at one arm with a solid protection sheeld on the other and the ammo in both a rucksack and attached slide they would drop when going in face to face using carbon fibre blades to rip through infantry units before reloading or on their way to a reload.
All around would be standard infatry men on hovercrafts, small flat crab tanks and fast chain pick ups to take cover all in rifle round resistant body armour snipering inbetween their own or securing excape routes to keep the rat trap sealed.
They would not take prisoners, but also not retaliate, if anyone mangaged to sneak home against the odds.
Their satellite system showed the convoi heading into the open desert where the desert builds high waves of sand that slowely move, but move and they needed to be picked up quite some time before noon pushing the temperature to way up to 60 degrees after climate change found its plateau.
The attackers new what they were after and came in several hundreds loyal to the hurt ego of their gang boss.
The first wave of attack would be the Mirage replicas dropping bombs onto them to push them back from the open desert to the Atlas mountain inbetween the actually well defencible Berber villages that would give them no shelter and that produced the carbon fibre source materials.
The second wave would be Spitfire replicas able to fly slower to keep hitting them with their 50 cals and simple rockets, while the heavy duty helicopters would head out to lift up the trucks bringing them deep into the desert to the save home mountains.
As soon as the Spitfires retreat the exo scelleton soldiers would jump down from up to 50 meters right among the Bandit troops to fight them in close combat and as soon as running away to a refill point the Spiders would start their artillery fire closing in. In the meantime the food infantry would use parachutes or short tracks to land from staggering planes into the Berber Villages supperting their turff and to close down all escape routes the Bandits could use to survive their mistake.
When they come back to their barracks, all Europs would be dead, the traitors shot, the villagers sleeping fine again and after a steam bath and some sleep the next evening would be a feast.
Rabbit meat mainly with a lot of Couscous and thick fruit juice cocktails. All in stopped drinking quickly and most even the smoke, but noone could resist the desert sky and telling hero stories...
