of their own accord and has pledged to defend this planet against all enemies, both foreign and domestic. I am Captain King, 2nd Ranger Battalion, and I am at your service."
Chapter 6
Taylor was watching the world go by from the window of an aircraft once again as they made their way across France. He looked over to the seat opposite him that was occupied by King.
"You know, Captain, I prayed for a miracle down there. I prayed for a miracle, and I got the Rangers."
King laughed. "We've been called many things but never that."
"You know we went to that meet in Basel in good faith to try and bring an end to all this madness, and if anything, just made it worse."
"Was it worth trying?"
"Yes, of course, anything was worth risking for the chance of success."
"Then you made the right decision."
"You know we aren't fighting for the US here? We pledged our service to the EA because they were willing to fight the battle which needed to be fought."
"Yeah, I get that."
Taylor pulled out his flag patch and stuck it back on his sleeve.
"But that doesn't change the fact we will always be Americans. And we fight for America, even when she doesn't know there's a fight needing to be fought."
"We're with you, Colonel, every step of the way. We didn't come out here to save your ass. We came to join you."
"And you know the shit that puts you in?"
He nodded.
"Well, you have my eternal gratitude."
He breathed out a sigh of relief before continuing. "What's it like back home with respect to feelings about this war?"
"Some want in, some never want to hear the word 'war' uttered again in their lifetimes. Some people are just blind to the facts before them."
"We need America in this fight. We need Americans in this fight. If you were willing to join of your own accord, would others?"
"If you were to step up and ask them, I think so."
"Then that is what we must do."
"How?" Silva asked.
"Where there's a will, there's a way."
He looked over to King and thought for a moment before making him an offer.
"What is your strength?" Taylor asked him.
"One hundred and twenty six," he replied confidently.
"If you fight beside us, you fight as one of us, and not as a member of the United States armed forces. The Inter-Allied Regiment is a mix of all sorts, the best kind of mongrel there ever was. If you would accept it, I would be honoured to have you and your Rangers form a Company in the Regiment, with you at the head."
Taylor offered out his hand as a gesture of good will to seal the deal, and King took it with a huge smile on his face.
"I can't think of an officer I'd rather serve under, even if he is a marine."
"Then it's done. Welcome to the Regiment. You can formally announce it when we land."
"Screw that," he replied.
He lifted up his comms to the entire Ranger unit. "Listen up! We just joined Taylor's Inter-Allied. Welcome to the Regiment, boys!"
A cheer rang out through the ship that was followed by a hive of conversation as they excitedly discussed their new role. Five minutes later they were coming into land at Meaux, and Taylor could not feel more relieved as they touched down. The mission had been a failure and far more arduous than expected, but Taylor could not help but feel triumphant returning safely with all he had taken out and now with a veteran Ranger Company at his command.
He was the first out of the ship down the ramp towards General Dupont who was awaiting him.
"Mission was a complete failure," he stated before he'd even reached the General. He wasn't at all surprised.
"I know, but you did your best, Colonel, I know that. Right now, I have your General White on hold. He says the US President wants to talk to you, Colonel, and I cannot state how important it is you try and get the US on board. Do whatever you have to, but get the US on side. Follow me."
Taylor's relief and excitement for having got back, and with the Rangers in tow, was completely dissipated as he was led inside an office.
"I am
Chapter 6
Taylor was watching the world go by from the window of an aircraft once again as they made their way across France. He looked over to the seat opposite him that was occupied by King.
"You know, Captain, I prayed for a miracle down there. I prayed for a miracle, and I got the Rangers."
King laughed. "We've been called many things but never that."
"You know we went to that meet in Basel in good faith to try and bring an end to all this madness, and if anything, just made it worse."
"Was it worth trying?"
"Yes, of course, anything was worth risking for the chance of success."
"Then you made the right decision."
"You know we aren't fighting for the US here? We pledged our service to the EA because they were willing to fight the battle which needed to be fought."
"Yeah, I get that."
Taylor pulled out his flag patch and stuck it back on his sleeve.
"But that doesn't change the fact we will always be Americans. And we fight for America, even when she doesn't know there's a fight needing to be fought."
"We're with you, Colonel, every step of the way. We didn't come out here to save your ass. We came to join you."
"And you know the shit that puts you in?"
He nodded.
"Well, you have my eternal gratitude."
He breathed out a sigh of relief before continuing. "What's it like back home with respect to feelings about this war?"
"Some want in, some never want to hear the word 'war' uttered again in their lifetimes. Some people are just blind to the facts before them."
"We need America in this fight. We need Americans in this fight. If you were willing to join of your own accord, would others?"
"If you were to step up and ask them, I think so."
"Then that is what we must do."
"How?" Silva asked.
"Where there's a will, there's a way."
He looked over to King and thought for a moment before making him an offer.
"What is your strength?" Taylor asked him.
"One hundred and twenty six," he replied confidently.
"If you fight beside us, you fight as one of us, and not as a member of the United States armed forces. The Inter-Allied Regiment is a mix of all sorts, the best kind of mongrel there ever was. If you would accept it, I would be honoured to have you and your Rangers form a Company in the Regiment, with you at the head."
Taylor offered out his hand as a gesture of good will to seal the deal, and King took it with a huge smile on his face.
"I can't think of an officer I'd rather serve under, even if he is a marine."
"Then it's done. Welcome to the Regiment. You can formally announce it when we land."
"Screw that," he replied.
He lifted up his comms to the entire Ranger unit. "Listen up! We just joined Taylor's Inter-Allied. Welcome to the Regiment, boys!"
A cheer rang out through the ship that was followed by a hive of conversation as they excitedly discussed their new role. Five minutes later they were coming into land at Meaux, and Taylor could not feel more relieved as they touched down. The mission had been a failure and far more arduous than expected, but Taylor could not help but feel triumphant returning safely with all he had taken out and now with a veteran Ranger Company at his command.
He was the first out of the ship down the ramp towards General Dupont who was awaiting him.
"Mission was a complete failure," he stated before he'd even reached the General. He wasn't at all surprised.
"I know, but you did your best, Colonel, I know that. Right now, I have your General White on hold. He says the US President wants to talk to you, Colonel, and I cannot state how important it is you try and get the US on board. Do whatever you have to, but get the US on side. Follow me."
Taylor's relief and excitement for having got back, and with the Rangers in tow, was completely dissipated as he was led inside an office.
"I am
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