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    1. Cherry_Shield 11 yrs ago

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Current Feels good to be writing again, helps me get my mind off things.
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Well I just posted what I believe to be my first character application in over five years! That's a scary thought.

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Hopefully Foster is the one I'm threatening at the bar. (hint hint motha fucka)
Lyn smiled as Miro gave in with little retaliation. Truly at the moment she had no will to fight, and would've passed without further discussion if he continued his protest. But I need to see if I can get some information from the surface. As Miro ran off to change, so did she. A low key profile was needed. She needed to look like someone who didn't belong, but in all the right ways. Lyn clothed herself in long, dirty rags. Brown cargos, ripped and tattered with old arm-sling bandages covering the holes. Several battered t-shirts, a tattered jacket and a long, moth-bitten cloak. Pretty convincing, if I didn't know any better, I'd say your homeless. The Thinker glanced around, taking in the sewer-base. Wait a second.

The ride to the aforementioned bar was uneventful. For some reason the streets were awfully quite tonight. Even as they sped down one of the main roads she could see the helicopters several miles off, surveying the destruction they had caused earlier, searching for any clues. I'm just glad we didn't loose any girls that day... As the bike slid softly to a halt, Lyn reached up and around her neck, adjusting the scrap-cloth bandanna that concealed everything sub her eyes.

The bar stunk, but that's what bars do right? You could almost cut the smoke in the air with a knife. Various crumbs of food littered the floor, making it obvious that it was a high-trafficked establishment. This was exactly the type of establishment she needed. Slowly and carefully, the hooded person made their way up to the bar, their sex well disguised. Lyn carefully avoided the prying glances of patrons, pondering to themselves what the homeless man wanted.

The robbed figure hopped onto the bar stool, locking eyes with the bar-keep. Her deathly blue orbs glaring him down, attempting to read him as a man. It was quite obvious she was not a normal patron. The Thinker pulled her hand towards her side, revealing plainly to the man the handgun she was reaching for, "If the spooks show up..." her hand continued past the gun-metal, instead opting for the wallet placed strategically behind it. Lyn withdrew a sizeable amount of cash, in the neighborhood of the low thousands, and pushed it towards the barkeep, "... I'm re-decorating your bar, if you get where I'm coming from." Lyn coughed violently, grasping her throat in pain before continuing. Though her voice was very raspy from her injuries, the feminine undertones were still there. "Now please, four shots of whiskey. I don't have a preference, just give me the rough stuff."
Well, over the weekend I found a job and just finished my first day today. Now that my employment woes are out of the way, I should be free to post more often. I'll be writing my post up tonight.
Alright, after speaking with my comrades, shady ass bar. You left me with a sort of closed-end travel post Atomic, so you're on double post duty. Either modify your post you put with us traveling and arriving to the bar, or throw up another, either or is find for me.
Alright you guys, post is up. Now it's up to all of you (Atomic, Foster, ect). Atomic, do you want to have our drinks at a bar in the base, or should we go to the surface and head to Foster's ghetto ass bar and mingle with everyone else?
Aria let out a heavy sigh before speaking "Yeah, they're OK, but this whole situation has me worried." Reaching to her utility belt, Aria withdrew a small, puck shaped object, tossing it onto the floor. After spinning several times, it came to a rest, the small lens projecting a graphics-field into the room. "Here you can see an overview of the 76 convoy hits we've conducted in this sector over the past year. Notice anything?" She allowed Miro to ponder for a moment before continuing. "Even in the heaviest convoy we took on, there was never a single Seeker encountered. They don't just send Seekers out to follow normal girls, they are the most elite of the military. To be honest, on your opinion on powered suit,"

Aria paused, trying to think of a way to make this sound as believable as possible, "We're not quite sure if they're even human. Some are theorizing genetic modification like us, others think they may be some new monster that the government boogyman cooked up. But that's besides the point. The point is, there was something special about that convoy. Either we captured a high-value target with some information the guys upstairs don't want us to know about." Aria paused, glancing to Lyn nervously before looking back at Miro, "Or they knew we were coming. I don't necessarily think we have a mole on that possibility. These girls hate those bastards more than any person you'll ever meet. And our decryption is nearly uncrackable. If they're sending out Seekers in convoys, they're planning something big."

"Either way, it's something that can wait." Lyn chided in from the corner, slipping on the last of her clothing while Miro was distracted. "I just nearly died along with my buddy here, we're going to get a drink." The Thinker coughed violently, a little bit of blood trickling from her mouth. "Besides, I need something to kill the pain from these bruises. You in?"
writing up a post now my pretties.
Sorry yall, I'll post tomorrow (Friday). I've been unemployed since Monday, so Ive been on the job hunt.
The Seeker reeled back in pain, grabbing at it's neck in an attempt to stop the bleeding. It stumbled repeatedly as Aria's cry for cover fire was met. Though only a few rounds slipped between the hulking beasts' armored plates, it was enough to continue its stumble. Slowly the fire ceased as the girls stopped to reload. The Seeker roared back, hulking over the girls with a mighty roar, towering at nearly twice their size. The Seeker lowered its' head just in time to see it's next target- a van speeding out of control towards it.

The Miro-guided missile made contact, the excruciating sound of metal on metal screaming through the street before coming to a crashing halt. Even the force of a fully loaded assault vehicle was not enough to stop the beast. Pinned from the waist down, the Seeker ripped at the windshield with a carnal force, trying with all its' might to reach into the cab and decapitate Miro. It inched closer and closer, backing the truck away from the wall that had mangled its' lower half, trying with all it's might to reach it's target. The monster's eyes locked onto the unconscious man as it reached out with one final swoop-

-Before realizing it's grave mistake. In the distraction, Aria snuck around the corner of the pivoted van at the Seeker's blindspot. She lunged forth, blade drawn, widening the wound left by the unconscious think tank. Dropping the contaminated tool, Aria reached for her side pouch, withdrawing a fragmentation grenade and priming it in one fell swoop. With a twisted expression of disgust and rage, the battle-clad girl shoved the grenade into the exposed wound of the Seeker's neck, before darting back into cover. The beast stole one last look at Miro before its' mind vanished into a thin mist.

Aria winced as pieces of the nightmare flew over the battlefield. She stood up, wiping herself from the mysterious liquid. The battlefield was now eerily silent, the girls standing there in awe. It wasn't every day a Seeker was spotted, much less that one was killed. They stood motionless, taking in what had just occurred. Even Aria gazed at the remains of the beast, soaking in what she had accomplished before snapping out of it.

"Don't just stand there! Liria, Kristen, grab the man! We need to move now!"

As the girls moved towards Miro, Aria bolted towards Lyn. Sliding on her knees to her fallen comrade, Aria whipped an adrenal-injector from her satchel, jamming it into Lyn's outer-thigh. "Come on Lyn, hang with me girl, you can't leave us now, we need you, I need you!" Lyn managed to give Aria a faint, pained look as her labored breathing continued. "You're going to be fine, we're going to get you back to base, get those airways open, and stabilize you, then you'll be back on your feet in no time. I know you will, right Lyn? Right?"

Tears streamed from her eyes as Aria lifted Lyn, sprinting back to the van, speeding off from the warzone...


New York Midtown: POLTAVA Forward Base: Medical Tent
Time since unsuccessful raid: 27 hours



Lyn watched from her drab, patch-work hospital gown as Miro awoke. Her neck was a deep purple, black and blue, almost as if someone had tripped with a pallet of paints and smacked them on a canvas. She opened her mouth to speak, when Aria halted her. "Lyn, I don't really think it's wise for you to speak right now. You need to rest." Lyn shook her hand dismissively. She opened her mouth, a raspy, pained voice emerging.

"It's been long enough Aria, you know the medicine we have here is good." She sighed lightly, before making another pained breath, "You know Miro, you might just be the kind of crazy we need here. Anyone willing to get shot in the arm and give themselves a concussion, just to help a little girl might be the kind of guy I would be willing to work with."
Ima post tommorow fam. I got an interview on Friday, so I've been a bit busy.
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