* THUNK* The helicopter splashed into the creek much softer than I expected. The helicopter slid for a second then stood still, the rotor slowing down, I slid the door open. Looking out into the dense vegetation. This forest was in much better shape then the one we took off from, war torn land was not apparent here. Taking Kiras handIhelp her out the Huey. Going back into the helicopter to grab my M-14, the pilot told our location over the radio one last time then we got out of the helicopter. The rotor finally came to a stop and the sound of wind and wildlife came back. The Huey was actually not damaged to bad except for the tail rotor. But the engine was gone, sliding the door closed we left the Huey. The jungle was dense in some parts and open in others. “This place gives me a weird feeling,”I said. “It's too quiet,” the pilot said. He was right, other than the birds and wind there was no other sound a jungle like this should be crawling with demons and orcs they inhabit places such as this. While they are not completely evil a fair share of them do not like humans or elves at all. With me in front, Kira in the middle and the pilot in the back we walked. I Carried my M14, The pilot carried a vietnam era .38 special from what I can tell, Kira. If she has a weapon of any kind she hasn't pulled it out. Pulling back some brush in front of us there's a small village. Putting the m14 around to my back, and the pilot tucking his .38 back into his holster we walked into the village. A decently busy village for its size there's quite a bit of people here on busy streets full of demons and orcs. Some stare as we walk through and some couldn't care at all. Kira is still a little shaken up from the Huey so stopping at one of the street vendors I grab 3 smoked pork skewers. Nothing fancy nor expensive but it did make her smile and that's all that matters, while a simple thing to do felt lightened the mood for all of us. After walking for a short while we left the little town. It wasn't too bad the people seemed friendly and we didn't feel in danger. We walked for a couple miles and finally came across another outpost, this one was much, much more lively. We were greeted by 3 soldiers, who all appeared to be Russian. Upon them noticing us only able to understand English, one of the Russians went back into the base and a couple minutes later he walked out with 2 other soldiers, these 2 were United States Marines. After a short explanation they let us inside so we could be questioned, at the same time they checked back in where we took off to confirm our story. We got checked for any injuries and they gave us a place to stay while we waited for our new helicopter to get ready. While waiting for the helicopter I overheard one of the soldiers say “hostility is getting worse around here.” glancing out the window I noticed one of the black hawks up and running. Following one of the soldiers we got into the helicopter, outpost 9 decided to fly us back instead of having a civilian helicopter on base.
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