Unification of the Toruvian Isles

[AlphaWolf]

Unification of the Toruvian Isles

This story is set in the same universe as the game Far Cry 3. All events occurring in that game are taken to have occurred in this short story, approximately one year prior to the events here.

Prologue

     Sean walked along the landing strip on Toru Minor, the smallest of the islands in the Toruvian chain. The chain started with Toru Major, and ended with Toru Minor. Stopping near the civilian-model helicopter that was quite obviously based off of the military UH-1, Sean nodded. His mercenaries were ready to go. One and a half years back, he had been contacted by a company named Gray Innovations, some kind of parent company for all sorts of little things. They wanted to know if his mercenary company would be willing to sign a permanent contract with them. It was a very lucrative permanent contract, and seemed to involve little other than guarding some islands in the Pacific. No biggie, right? Nope. Since they had arrived a year ago, all the group had done was establish a headquarters on Toru Minor on and in the island’s central mountain and hills. Gray Innovations had brought in contractors, and before long, Sean and his men had not only a mostly-concrete above-ground compound complete with fortifications, but an underground complex as well. The contractors had left, and Sean had gotten used to life on Toru Minor. It was populated, as were the other islands in the chain, by a tribe of Pacific Islanders who claimed to come from an island to the south. Sean hadn’t believed them until it was proven true by cultural anthropologists hired by Gray Innovations.

     But so what? The slopes on this island were related to the slopes on that island? No biggie. Raising his hand-held radio to his mouth, he pressed the push-to-talk button.

“Kilpatrick, status of the fleet?”

“Ready to go, sir. The boats are manned and in the water, and we’ve got your men aboard the transports.”

“Launch. We’ll be in the air in two minutes, and hopefully, Tarkae will be secured easily.”

     Tarkae was the largest island in the chain, and the island immediately after Toru Minor in the south-north progression. Unlike other island chains, Toru Minor was the southernmost island and the second-largest, while Toru Major was the smallest and the northernmost. Sean didn’t understand the naming convention, but for that matter, neither did anyone he had talked to. Striding towards the helicopter, Sean climbed in. Already onboard were six of his more experienced men, members of the band he led personally, the “Sean’s Sharks,” as he called them. As the rotors overhead began to turn, Sean picked up a radio headset and put it on.

“All companies, report in.”

“Alpha Company, air assault, reporting in.”

“Beta Company, marine, reporting in.”

“Gamma Company, airborne, reporting in.”

“Delta Company, reserve, reporting in.”

     Sean nodded satisfactorily. He had three companies committed to the assault—not that he thought it would be opposed, as the natives had no militia that he knew of and had mostly old Soviet weapons. He doubted they would pose a threat. One of the companies, Alpha, was aboard helicopters and would be landing at the landward side of the largest port, while Beta was aboard fast attack craft and would be landing the docks of the port. Gamma, on the other hand, would be landing at an old airstrip in the center of the island via cargo plane and securing it for further usage. And Delta would be held in reserve on Toru Minor, able to board helicopters if needed.

Sean smiled inwardly as the helicopter lifted off. Everything would go according to plan.