Revenge of Yayo Che (Or Comeuppance) A Finish The Story Entry
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Intro by @theironfelix
In the dawn of the Peruvian Jungle landscape, a Sendero Luminoso member spotted five OH-6 Cayuse helicopters but waived the anti-aircraft to not launch their load – the soldier radioed in that they finally came and to approach the compound. In these five helis, paratroopers were carrying Russian AK74s and were armoured up. In the leading one, a certain lass finishes her cigar, then picks up the radio and begins to drum up a blood frenzy:
"In Cuba, the Cubans celebrate a hero - name’s Che. In the World of drugs, we got our own Che – he of course went by many names like el Rey de Yayo, but we know him as Yayo Che. A heart in a heartless world, a spirit in spirit conditions and a sigh of us oppressed folk. Yet the World couldn’t stand this – so the World robbed us of him! Killed anyone that followed him! And humbled our pride!... But from the mud we rechristened our humbled pride, determined to show them gusanos what the dirt tastes and show them who the real cockroaches are! For if you mess with us, you’re messing with the BEST! And today marks… El Día de Juicio!”
As she released her radio, she heard from the radio static chants of “!Yayo Che!” and “!El Día de Juicio!” She saw from the dashboard that they were closing in to the compound, the place of theculo that ordered the hit – the Cuban Government intel was correct and she owned them a solid. Funny that they supported her endeavors, but she stopped laughing internally when she realized that political maneuvers and combatting La CIA influence was priority when it came to these matters. Considering this mission as her main payment to the Cubans, she snapped her mag into the AK74 and racked it.
Approaching closer, the pilot asked when to start popping the missiles and rain the lead thunder – her only reply being was “on my signal.” The pilot saluted and began to steer the OH-6 Cayuse into combat formation, resulting in the other helis following suit – she radioed in to the pilots to prepare for contact with anti-air craft and to rain hell, then she ordered to hang and kick the assassin’s corpse out. Moments later seeing her command followed, the pilot asked one last question before they got danger-close:
“¿Estás listo, Yayo Che?”
“¡Sí! Let the lead thunder start hammering the World! Let ‘em know El Día de Juicio!”
Soon she and her paratroopers parachuted and began their descent into the Jungle, there was no coming back and now they had to put all their hearts into it. She briefed all of them a million times on what was to be expected, the ins and outs of the compound and aid from el Sendero Luminoso – they were all going to move as one Arm, one Heart and one Spirit, for they had nothing to lose and everything to gain. El Día de Juicio truly began.
My Ending
The steel hooves of the Yayo Che, his woolen fur as white as the cocaine that had funded this, echoed in her pounding heartbeat. The mantle of his name rested heavy of her lemon shoulders, she was his protege, he had prepared her for this. The day of judgement was here, summoned by the spilt blood of her beloved master. Her parachute caught in the jungle branches, the harness encasing her midriff digging into her thick fur as she swung below the trees. She bit herself free, her hoofs sinking into soft jungle mud, thick and gloopy, clinging to her pale fur.
The Great Abimael Guzmán, true to his word, had sent ample reinforcements. As they neared the compound, glimpses of soft coloured fur dappled through the leaves, tossed in the wake of the heli. Those who walked the shining path, joined the steel of their hooves and the lead of their bullets, to the might of Yayo Che.
The paratrooper alpacas of Yayo Che, united in heart with their Sendero Luminoso brethren, had the compound surrounded. La CIA, trained to stop more bipedal attackers, hadn’t paid attention to the increased animal activity - there was a reason the Cuban Government had turned to Yayo for this.
“With Arms Of Lead”
Yayo’s battle cry was met with a low rumble, the stamp of hooves through branches a cracking overture building to a fence crushing crescendo. She watched from the tree line, waiting for the precise moment….
“¡Lluvia de Juicio!”
The highly trained alpacas hurtled into the compound in the hurricane of the heli. Modified AK74’s, sent direct by Russian Collaborator Mikhail, roared into flashing life. Bullets tore through the air, ripping through the contorting bodies of stunned guards as they reached for their radios, falling short.
The alpacas heard the low whistle of the missiles before they struck the building.
Not a single distress call made it out. The building confettied into rumble, dusted chunks of brick jumping back in alarm.
They spread across the remains, bulletproof vests dulled by the slow settling dust, searching for survivors. No one could live to tell of what happened.
Yayo Che rested on her rear legs, the sporadic ring of extinguished life striking through the air as she pulled the sweet taste of a second victory from her vest pocket.
The helicopters were circling back around, turning from the wind, she lit the cigar.
They had other divisions to liaise with. The Ejército del Pueblo Paraguayo waited, and Yayo Che and her paratroopers, would be there. With a final ‘payment’ to deliver to those Cuban bureaucrats along the way.
The El Día de Juicio was upon them, and the World would never know it was coming.
For long years, the alpacas had laboured under the soften hooves of man, their fur clipped, their fields fenced, no more. Yayo Che, the First, had laid down his life, Yayo Che, the Reborn, had risen, it was her velvet muzzle that ignited the global sleeper cells, bringing forth the rain of the righteous.
Sadly missed the last two #finishthestory so I think I got a bit carried away with this one, but I read the first half, and instantly knew, alpaca uprising. Yayo Che was played by the adorable Miyu (未夢 - Sheep Dreams), pictured above. More of an exercise in self indulgence than anything else, but it was very fun to write, and hopefully, no one else has gone down the alpaca world domination route haha although other than that, I did take this a more obvious way, but I had to squeeze time between judging a very difficult round of my own contest.
This is my entry to @bananafish's #finishthestory contest, hosted by the endlessly wonderful @f3nix, this round has been opened by @theironfelix with this inspiring revolutionary start! Check out all the entries under #finishthestory and follow @bananafish for this weekly contest, and a weekly haiku contest
Photo is my own, model is the lovely Miyu.
Contest results should be out today, thank you for bearing with me. Being bears is always more fun.
I already love your story by seeing the pointy eyes of Miyu haha! Maybe he could be a nice buddy for the bananafish 😜 coming back later for a proper comment!
Ok, la la laa.. let's start reading Cal's one..
WTF!!
Thanks for donating us a moment of pure fun! I'll retreat everything I said about Miyu and never again I'll look at alpacas in the same way.
I had to read the comments before it dawned on me that you used an animal as your character. Ha!
Cute and deadly, wide usage of both the local guerrilla units and illegalist army and a victory at the end! My, my, I say another great post here! Upvot’d and resteem’d!
A fearless leader that looks this huggable?
Nu-uh, I'm not buying it!
They are just too damn cute! I mean, look at that picture!
Can you envision that pretty little thing doing something that bad?
I know this is fiction, but... sheeesh :P
Very well written, @calluna!
I very much enjoyed the read! :D
Good luck with the contest!
Yes! alpaca warriors punishing puny humans !!! @teamgood this is worth llama Lurv ... @battleaxe
This is SO much yes! :D In a just world you would have been contacted within minutes of posting this by Hollywood agents to negotiate the movie rights.
Also... I can't stop trying to imagine what one of those modified AK-47s would look like. :)
That was an interesting take on the story, Furry alpacas who became creatures of war hahha
Forget about the dogs of war, send in the alpacas!
They always were creatures of war, lulling us into a false sense of security with their cute feet and fluffy faces, pretending to be plush, finding their way into our homes and hearts, only to gain all the intel they could possibly need to overthrown us, we haven't been great ambassadors for life on the planet ;)
LOL
Only now, all in a sudden, I see the truth.
What... cocaine powered communist shock paratrooper alpacas?
I'm in awe!
(When Yayo Che tells her operator to call for reinforcements, she says: "llama los llamas!" )
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