xxTripwire said
Eh? Like...space ship?
Heheheh
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Acacia stood by as Jason handed Mare the keys to his precious red sports car. She would've loved the chance to make that baby purr. She also would've liked to drive the car. Perhaps another time. Acacia had mixed feelings about the members of the infiltration squad, neither of which she had worked with for any significant span. Mare appeared competent, unfortunately that's all she could say. Genesis seemed rather eccentric as he named and talks to his rifle. She didn't know whether he was crazy or just plain nuts. And they were both scouts, appropriate for this kind of task, but if things went south she wasn't confident of their abilities.
Jason's little sports car didn't have much trunk space for Isabella and Acacia's rocket launcher, not to mention her chainsword. They were forced to store some items in the backseats of the car which aren't roomy to begin with. And with Mare driving, that only left one free seat. Genesis and Acacia would have to share, and unless Genesis wanted to be crushed by Acacia's 6'3" amazonian frame, he'd have to sit on her lap. She didn't mind too much. The Order of Roses encouraged bonding* between sisters, sharing a seat was not a strange concept to her.
Traditionally before a battle the sisters would join in song to inform Lobella a sister may be joining her in heaven. But since she is alone, the last standing sister of the old regime, she just sort of hummed to herself in a corner. When everyone was ready she took a seat on the passenger side and waited for Genesis. "Try not to squirm too much, you might arm one of the blast charges in my pocket."
Jason's little sports car didn't have much trunk space for Isabella and Acacia's rocket launcher, not to mention her chainsword. They were forced to store some items in the backseats of the car which aren't roomy to begin with. And with Mare driving, that only left one free seat. Genesis and Acacia would have to share, and unless Genesis wanted to be crushed by Acacia's 6'3" amazonian frame, he'd have to sit on her lap. She didn't mind too much. The Order of Roses encouraged bonding* between sisters, sharing a seat was not a strange concept to her.
Traditionally before a battle the sisters would join in song to inform Lobella a sister may be joining her in heaven. But since she is alone, the last standing sister of the old regime, she just sort of hummed to herself in a corner. When everyone was ready she took a seat on the passenger side and waited for Genesis. "Try not to squirm too much, you might arm one of the blast charges in my pocket."
Obligatory.
Jason's car looks like a 2 seater. There are 3 in the infiltration team. Mare is driving.
Genesis is sitting on Acacia's lap.
Genesis is sitting on Acacia's lap.
The meeting concluded without a peep from Acacia. Everything had already been said, she had nothing to add. Gracefully she headed back to her quarters to prepare for the mission, her long robes touching the floor make it look as if she was gliding along the ground. Infiltration missions were not her forte, stealth and deception are valuable skills she was not blessed with. She will be depending on Mare and Genesis to lead the way. This was the problem with mercenaries: trust. Acacia has not known any of her team long, and yet she had no choice but to rely on them. For the next several hours, these people will be her sisters and brothers in battle.
Neat, tidy, and simple. Acacia's room lacked adornment. She left all her worldly possessions behind with her homeworld that she misses so dearly. For this mission, she requires something appropriate for a classy casino. A black suit, with pants of course, that gently hugged her curves. She kept the red lipstick and a bit of light make up that only emphasized the unfettered gaze of her green eyes. It was a look that the younger Sisterhood members in her chapter seemed to enjoy. Acacia was quite the popular dance partner at the yearly balls her colony used to hold. But that was a long time ago,
Unfortunately her suit didn't leave much room for weapons. Her normal tools of battle are much to large to carry along. Instead she brought a couple door charges with runes engraved in them, and a pair of electrified knuckle dusters. The 77lbs of her regular gear was left in Ace's car. She joined the others at the hangar after finishing her preparations. This would be the first time in a long time that she went into battle without enough explosives to take down a tank.
Neat, tidy, and simple. Acacia's room lacked adornment. She left all her worldly possessions behind with her homeworld that she misses so dearly. For this mission, she requires something appropriate for a classy casino. A black suit, with pants of course, that gently hugged her curves. She kept the red lipstick and a bit of light make up that only emphasized the unfettered gaze of her green eyes. It was a look that the younger Sisterhood members in her chapter seemed to enjoy. Acacia was quite the popular dance partner at the yearly balls her colony used to hold. But that was a long time ago,
Unfortunately her suit didn't leave much room for weapons. Her normal tools of battle are much to large to carry along. Instead she brought a couple door charges with runes engraved in them, and a pair of electrified knuckle dusters. The 77lbs of her regular gear was left in Ace's car. She joined the others at the hangar after finishing her preparations. This would be the first time in a long time that she went into battle without enough explosives to take down a tank.
Arthanus said
lol so much hate for the SSA they aren't that bad
Wow, you really ran with that church plot point. What I had in mind was far less dastardly (and less interesting :P)
Wow, you really ran with that church plot point. What I had in mind was far less dastardly (and less interesting :P)
I just have the feeling that something is gonna go wrong.
Prediction 2: the four horsemen escape on space horses
Prediction 2: the four horsemen escape on space horses
" Hey...that creep on the site was posting pics of your friend, Maria. Better talk to her "
Lisa didn't even want to respond. She was too tired, like she hadn't slept in a month. Yesterday's classes were skipped, and today's would be as well. Her little dorm was a nest of lament and regret, the half closed blinds only let slivers of light drip through. Old memories from a happier time returned from the dead. Photos long forgotten scattered all over her laptop, photos she thought were all deleted. She looked through them all at least twice. Now that she had time to process everything, it hit her in the gut like a freight train. The cold knot in her gut wouldn't go away. But the worst part was the cliche about being too late. She and Mari didn't end their friendship on good terms. Now all was left was regret.
She wanted to hibernate like a bear, lock herself away until time healed the wounds. But some detectives got a hold of her, they wanted to ask a few questions. Lisa didn't know anything. Nothing that would help. But she has seen enough cops shows to know the best thing to do is to cooperate. As stupid and pointless as their questions are, she'd answer them. They agreed to meet in a little diner near campus. Some hot food would do her some good. Lisa wasn't exactly looking like a beauty queen. She hadn't bothered to comb away the bedhead, contacts were pushed aside for chunky glasses, and she wore sweats out of laziness.
The sound of crackling bacon and smell of hot coffee made the engine in her belly rumble. She just started to dig in when two stiffs came in. They couldn't be more cop-like if they tried. Straight to business. They started with some simple things and she answered as best she could.
"Yeah she was a girl-scout, kept her nose clean. Even went to church on Sundays and part of some church groups. Don't get me wrong, she wasn't a dweeb or anything. She went to parties and whatever, a real social butterfly. Responsible, that's what she was. Drank but never too much. Partied but never too hard. Always knew when enough was enough. She watched my back, let me crash at her place more than once when I was too drunk to find my way home. We used to be friends, the best kind. Back then, we did everything together. But we had a falling out. I haven't spoken to her in months."
Like she expected the detectives pushed harder on the "falling out" part. The part she didn't want to talk about. She wasn't about lie, but she wasn't gonna tell the whole story either.
"Look, we got in a fight and never spoke again. I tried to reason with her, I really did. But that stupid old fashioned family, and idiot pastor had her brainwashed real good. I couldn't take it anymore, the constant lectures about the will of god and endless quotes from the bible... I just couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't be with someone who thinks I'm going to hell for no good reason. She forced me to go to a "religious healing" event once, more like indoctrination event.
About a week after we stopped talking she called me, several times. I ignored her. Tried to forget about her. Eventually she stopped. Guess she thought I wasn't worth the trouble. Wouldn't be surprised if she hated my guts. But the truth is I never hated her, I never could. Not Mari. I got into some trouble back then. Went to a lot of parties for free booze and hoping I might run into her. Eventually I just gave up. She'd never accept me after... I'm so stupid. Why didn't I just leave things the way they were? I dunno what she's been up to since then. There are a bunch of crazy rumors about her going around. But I know she's a good kid.
She's not really the type to make enemies, I dunno who wanted her dead. My best guess, some creepy stalker. Mari was gorgeous and kind, she was always popular with the boys. I remember she always had some asshole ex trying to "win her back". As if she's a trophy to be won. Look, I'm not telling you how to do your job or anything, but you should talk to Reed Norman. He found some weird pictures of Mari on his forum. Maybe you should check that out."
Lisa didn't even want to respond. She was too tired, like she hadn't slept in a month. Yesterday's classes were skipped, and today's would be as well. Her little dorm was a nest of lament and regret, the half closed blinds only let slivers of light drip through. Old memories from a happier time returned from the dead. Photos long forgotten scattered all over her laptop, photos she thought were all deleted. She looked through them all at least twice. Now that she had time to process everything, it hit her in the gut like a freight train. The cold knot in her gut wouldn't go away. But the worst part was the cliche about being too late. She and Mari didn't end their friendship on good terms. Now all was left was regret.
She wanted to hibernate like a bear, lock herself away until time healed the wounds. But some detectives got a hold of her, they wanted to ask a few questions. Lisa didn't know anything. Nothing that would help. But she has seen enough cops shows to know the best thing to do is to cooperate. As stupid and pointless as their questions are, she'd answer them. They agreed to meet in a little diner near campus. Some hot food would do her some good. Lisa wasn't exactly looking like a beauty queen. She hadn't bothered to comb away the bedhead, contacts were pushed aside for chunky glasses, and she wore sweats out of laziness.
The sound of crackling bacon and smell of hot coffee made the engine in her belly rumble. She just started to dig in when two stiffs came in. They couldn't be more cop-like if they tried. Straight to business. They started with some simple things and she answered as best she could.
"Yeah she was a girl-scout, kept her nose clean. Even went to church on Sundays and part of some church groups. Don't get me wrong, she wasn't a dweeb or anything. She went to parties and whatever, a real social butterfly. Responsible, that's what she was. Drank but never too much. Partied but never too hard. Always knew when enough was enough. She watched my back, let me crash at her place more than once when I was too drunk to find my way home. We used to be friends, the best kind. Back then, we did everything together. But we had a falling out. I haven't spoken to her in months."
Like she expected the detectives pushed harder on the "falling out" part. The part she didn't want to talk about. She wasn't about lie, but she wasn't gonna tell the whole story either.
"Look, we got in a fight and never spoke again. I tried to reason with her, I really did. But that stupid old fashioned family, and idiot pastor had her brainwashed real good. I couldn't take it anymore, the constant lectures about the will of god and endless quotes from the bible... I just couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't be with someone who thinks I'm going to hell for no good reason. She forced me to go to a "religious healing" event once, more like indoctrination event.
About a week after we stopped talking she called me, several times. I ignored her. Tried to forget about her. Eventually she stopped. Guess she thought I wasn't worth the trouble. Wouldn't be surprised if she hated my guts. But the truth is I never hated her, I never could. Not Mari. I got into some trouble back then. Went to a lot of parties for free booze and hoping I might run into her. Eventually I just gave up. She'd never accept me after... I'm so stupid. Why didn't I just leave things the way they were? I dunno what she's been up to since then. There are a bunch of crazy rumors about her going around. But I know she's a good kid.
She's not really the type to make enemies, I dunno who wanted her dead. My best guess, some creepy stalker. Mari was gorgeous and kind, she was always popular with the boys. I remember she always had some asshole ex trying to "win her back". As if she's a trophy to be won. Look, I'm not telling you how to do your job or anything, but you should talk to Reed Norman. He found some weird pictures of Mari on his forum. Maybe you should check that out."
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