Manufactured for War

Chapter 3

Sparky's POV:

{Temperature: Normal}
{Time: 0655}
{Year: 1918}
{Orders: None at the moment}

I took a sip out of my black tea, letting out a sigh of relief after recalling the events from last evening. "Razor, remind me what day is it today?" I asked a protogen that's sitting behind a desk just across me.

"𝖤𝗋𝗋...𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖳𝗎𝖾𝗌𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄" he said while scratching his head.

"Ah, I see..." I said before finishing what's left of my tea. "Lord the Jerries sure struck hard yesterday..." I said in an attempt to spark up a conversation with Razor.

"𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽! 𝖱𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀!" 𝖧𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽.

"Did it now?" I asked, to which he nodded in response "Well then...I had to protect what was behind me, well that probably applies to everybody here-" I said, earning a quiet laugh from him.

"𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎...𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖻𝖾𝖽...?" he asked me, changing his tone to a rather serious one if I might say.

"..."Do not falter, no matter what happens, even if the whole world is against you, for as long as you have eachother, nothing can stop you", how could I ever forget, brother?" I quoted the very words that he meant.

"𝖨'𝗆 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋...𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁..."  He said, being followed by a sigh of relief. "𝖡𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒...𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖲𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗀 𝗅𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾?" He asked me.

"He should be here in a minute..." I said before my ears perked up to the sound of footsteps. "Ah, speak of the devil" I said as I turned my head towards the entrance to my quarters.

"𝚂𝙿-676 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗, 𝚂𝚒𝚛!" Sparkplug yelled enthusiastically while saluting me.

"What did I say about those numbers, Lad?" I asked him.

"𝙴𝚛𝚛...𝚜-𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚂𝚒𝚛-" he apologized before clearing his throat. "𝚄-𝚞𝚖𝚖...2𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚒𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗!" He said as he regained his composure.

"That's more like it, Lad! Oh and, at ease." I said as I stood up and made my way towards him. "Good work yesterday, Lad! You sure gave the Jerries a fright with that Lewis!" I congratulate him while patting his shoulders.

"𝚈-𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚂𝚒𝚛!" He said as I noticed his tail started to wag.

"𝖲𝗈...𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖽? 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗒, 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖨 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾-" Razor said, standing behind me for who knows how long.

"Ah I almost forgot about you-" I said as I turned to Razor, earning a 'You almost fookin WHAT-?!' look from him. "N-Now then-! Razor, this is our new 2nd Lieutenant, Sparkplug, aaaand Sparkplug, this is my brother, Razor, your 1st Lieutenant-" I said nervously trying to ignore the look he was giving me.

"𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚂𝚒𝚛!" Sparkplug said full of enthusiasm as he saluted Razor.

"𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝖫𝖺𝖽! 𝖮𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝖫𝖺𝖽" he responded to Sparkplugs remark.

"Now then, Lads! If I could have your attention...?" I asked them, to which they both turned to me in response. "Jolly good! Now...onto the order of business...in exactly 4 days, the commander, and I kid you not, the actual commander of the 28th Canine Battalion will be paying our trench a visit with his daughter, therefore, I want this trench to be on tip-top condition by then, am I understood?" I explained to them, a few seconds of silence then follows.

"𝗔𝘆𝗲, 𝗦𝗶𝗿!" they both said in unision.

"Jolly good! That'll be all, Lads, dismissed." I dismissed the two, both of them saluting me in response before Sparkplug walked out. Razor, on the other hand, he walked back to his desk across mine, sitting on the chair once he arrived.

"𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆...? 𝖧𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌?! 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇!" He yelled out with frustration, banging his paw on his desk. "𝖤𝗁-? 𝖤𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖲𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗒? 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾-??" He said, waving his paw in front of my visor in an attempt to grab my attention.

"...Ah-? Oh s-sorry, I was...thinking about something..." I said while rubbing the back of my head, his visor displaying a squinted right eye.

"𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎..?" I choked on the air as he asked me this question.

"N-no I'm not t-thinking about Vapour-!" I retorted, to which he smirked in response.

"𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗈~" he said in a mocking tone as I realized I fell for the old textbook trick.

"Y-y-you bastard-!!" I yelled, clearly flustered.

"𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗇𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋~" he teased me, still using that mocking tone of his.

"I'd s-send you to court martial if you weren't my brother..." I said to him in a cold manner.

"𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋~" he said in the same tone, before he fixed his composure. "𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖵𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝖺?" He said as he walked out of the quarters.

"...Cheeky bastard..." I said under my breath.

Come to think of it...I really do miss her actually, I mean...we haven't seen eachother since 1915...I mean sure we regularly send letters to eachother, but that just doesn't feel enough sometimes...

Maybe there's some good with the commander bringing the his daughter, maybe he did that because he knows what's going on between us...well, I'll find out in 4 days...untill then, I need to reorganize the men.

T.B.C

A/N:

Ello Ello, I'm back with another update, istg I'm getting more ideas for this book then I am with my first book-
Anyways, I'd like to thank those who uses their free time to read this thing, it means a lot, even tho I'm only on 14 reads, but eh, I'm doing this for fun anyways, plus, Rome wasn't built in a day now was it? Anyways, that's all, till next time, Lads!

-Zulu Ibnu Al-Telor