This is my first original fic so be Brutal.

Rolling Thunder

Chapter one-Under a Starry Sky

It was a beautiful night beneath the twinkle of the stars. People in green uniforms were sitting around fires in a forest clearing enjoying themselves. All except a group of five. They were the Generals, and this was "Rolling Thunder-Army for Hire"
"Rolling Thunder" was a group of people trained as mercenaries. They are always on the move looking for work. The green clad soldiers are known as Grunts. There are ten Grunts in a Unit, ten Units in a Squadron and four Squadrons in a battalion. Each Battalion is commanded by one of the five Generals.
The oldest general, and founder of Rolling Thunder are known as The Green General. He started Rolling Thunder over thirty years ago. Dressed in an Archaic green tunic and cloak, armed with a short sword and his favourite mode of transport being a stallion horse named Epona (after the Roman Horse God), he may seem a bit eccentric but he is all the better for it. He is respected and for a good reason; he has been fighting for so long and so fiercely that he has gained an almost super-human swiftness.
Rolling Thunder wouldn't have got very far without the General, Graff. He is the technological genius behind Rolling Thunder's weaponry and gadgetry. He designed a brilliant computer system that only responds to his fingertips. Graff uses every opportunity possible to poke fun at the Green General. In his younger days, Graff led his battalion into battle, guns blazing; but after an unfortunate accident on the firing range involving him, the Green General and a handgun has left Graff with a limp which confines him to his portable laboratory almost all of the time. He has help though, from his adopted sister.
Lateera is the youngest of the five Generals. To get an idea of how young she is, let's say she could pass for the Green General's granddaughter. She was found in a ditch when Graff was passing by. He took her in and she quickly learned the ways of Rolling Thunder. Graff said she was too young for a weapon but he did agree on an operation. A few enhancements here and there and voila, a cyborg-sister. Lateera is at the age where she is beginning to notice boys; while the average Grunt is as attractive as a rather dull shade of grey, she does have a soft spot for a certain black dressed spy.
While Lateera is number one in the looks department, Emmska certainly boasts the most guts. Streetwise and gutsy Emmska first heard of Rolling Thunder when she was in jail. Her less than peaceful demonstration protests in her teenage years in Eastern Europe led to numerous arrests. When Emmska joined the ranks, she quickly rose to the rank of General because of her operative tactics. (Bursting through enemy forces then catching them off guard with her assault rifle)
Emmska's best friend, Bakuri the Cunning is famous for her very successful covert and reconnaissance missions. Throughout the ranks she is known as the Covert Queen. Some people say there is a bit of chemistry between her and the Green General; they all end up in traction. Beneath Bakuri's good-hearted smile lies a steel hard determination.
Now back to the story.
The five Generals were worried. Their spy was late. Later than he usually was. He was very late.
"It's those crossbows he carries night and day," said the Green General, "I never liked projectile weapons. Just give me a blade any day."
Graff snorted. "I remember a hot-headed General who said that, I let him try out a pair of new guns and he repaid my generosity by ."
Graff paused and rubbed his hands for warmth. The Green General groaned. He'd never here the end of this.
"He repaid my generosity by shooting me in the leg! Remind me not to send you Christmas present this year, Julie." Graff exclaimed.
"I told you, it's Jules!" Jules bellowed.
By now, Bakuri had had enough of this bickering. She knew Matthias wouldn't fail. She had trained him herself. He just couldn't fail.
Emms couldn't see the point in this spying lark. Her idea of being quiet and tactful was to barge through the enemy lines and only shoot for self-defence. Spies were scum of the earth as far as she was concerned.
Lateera was worried the most out of the five Generals. Out of all the scars, split lips and stitches, Matthias the Brave was a beacon of magnificence. He was different from everyone else. Even the air around him was handsome.
Suddenly a great cheer arose from the grunts.
"He's back! Matthias the Brave is back! Hurray!" the grunts chorused. The sea of green parted and a shabby looking, tall and dark man strolled casually towards the group of Generals.
"Evening, Jules, Graff, Ms. Lateera, Emmska and," Matthias bowed his head, "Sensei."
"That's Green General to you and you shouldn't have taken this long!" barked Jules.
"We thought you might have gone shopping for some new clothes," said Graff cynically.
"What my brother and Jules mean is, we were very worried about you, Mattypoo." Sighed Lateera.
"Methinks the Grasshopper got cocky, eh." Mused Bakuri quietly.
Matthias sat down between Graff and Jules, grabbed a sausage roasting on the fire and spoke up.
"Don't get too comfortable. I have a feeling that we'll be moving on very soon."

Cliffhanger, gasp