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In-your-end-o
I accidently a wrong letter.
The I is an D
The I is an D
Congratz Kad.
May your tyrannical reign be short, and every machination you launch against us end in dismal failure and nat 1s
May your tyrannical reign be short, and every machination you launch against us end in dismal failure and nat 1s
If all else fails..well...
”I love that new mech smell.” Daniel was sitting comfortably in the mostly-new Crusader mk-II with a very satisfied smile on his face. He couldn’t hide his satisfaction at the new mech and its increased capabilities: especially the upgrades he had been lobbying for since god knows how long ago. Feeling the weight of the mech had been a big shift from what he’d fought with before, but knowing that he was probably the scariest hunk of metal up close was a beautiful thing. This was the sort of mech work he did back before Bunker Chicago took him in. No more weak-sauce Flamethrower work, it was time to bash some skulls.
…Or tanks, in the case of U-ARM. They were a force as technologically advanced as the Bunker itself, and they weren’t afraid to show it off. Some of the tech they had at their disposal was scary, from the stories that had been circulating. The feel of the new Pilot gloves on his hands told him that they weren’t the only ones who had new tech on hand though. The potential of these Gloves had been made very clear, and the prospects of what they could do were very exciting.
Daniel listened in to the various orders dished out, noting how few of them he actually recognised. He knew that Colonel Black herself was in this little shindig, and Daniel knew that she was hardly going to give much of a crap about his opinion. There had been a sort of tension between the two in the past, and with a fairly good reason. Daniel was ‘Protestant’ while Black was ‘Catholic’ or whatever bastardisations of the original faiths these shallow mockeries could be called.
Then there was his past. He was once everything that she despised, with good reason, of course. There was no hiding the fact that she hated Raiders, with good reason. He was an Ex-raider, so the animosity was…understandable. He didn’t begrudge her for it, by any means.
Hearing U-ARM’s request for surrender, followed by Black’s retort, Daniel could do little more than snort in amusement. He respected the woman, in truth.
Following the little exchange with U-ARM, Orders were given by a person that Daniel didn’t know. It hardly mattered though, as the fella didn’t issue her any plans. It was pretty obvious what he should do though.
Daniel flicked on the radio, dialing in the channel for the squad. “Since no one has any plans for me, I’ll advance myself up to the second row of buildings: take cover in the alleyway best I can. I’ll play backup if anyone needs support or cover.”
He flicked the Rossary beads that hung from his cockpit and made a silent prayer to god as he moved the mech forward, avoiding people where he could and popping himself in the right-most second row of alleyways. That way, he would naturally be pointing his shield towards the carnage, when the time came.
As Kiku hopped off the edge of the Helicopter, she felt herself nearly stumble at the surprise of how light she was feeling. She had been pretty surprised when she first woke up from the surgery: because she was completely different than when she went under. To think that two weeks had made her from Mostly-human listener into a badass cyborg-listener. It was pretty cool really (Although she hadn’t told Marie that.)
Still, she had only really been up and about fully for a couple of days, and although she’d gotten used to the added weight on her left side, and the strange sensation of her back, she didn’t expect it to be so…natural feeling. Perhaps it was the effect of her upgrades, but she hardly felt like a freak, sometimes. Hell, it didn’t even hurt most of the time.
Still, she had a job to do. No screwing up this time, Marie would have her hide if she got killed or something dumb in her second big mission. She could focus on the fact she was some sort of mutated badass cyborg ninja later…Although she was basically a mutant cyborg-badass Ninja, when you thought about it.
Quickly, people got into position, and the special asset lady was all cool with her robot puppy that Kiku couldn’t help but wonder about whether it pissed oil or not or…
Wait…Were Mutants using a radio? That seemed pretty out of the ordinary, all things considered. Hell, Kiku could barely use a damn radio. Technology had always given her issues, which was actually pretty funny, considering she now had robo-arm, and all that.
Soon enough though, A guy in a mech was giving people roles and jobs and shit. Somewhere along the way, she got missed, and she quickly realised she had two pretty clear options. She could either follow Kai and whatshisname around, or she could follow the Flying squad.
Or, she could play scout. That seemed like a not terrible option, either way.
In the end, it seemed that someone else made the choice for her. She’d been listening to the radio orders of the big shot, and he was sure to emphasise the importance of Matthew’s position. Spotting Kai climbing a building, she pretty quickly figured out that Kai was indeed, doing his own thing. Ooh, I can do stuff over there. Funsies.
Kiku advanced quickly down the alleyway Matthew had moved down, keeping low and silent until she was just behind her fellow Bunker-buddy. Then, she tapped him on the shoulder and offered him a chirpy “Sup, bubblegum. Guess I’m partnered with you; aren’t you lucky?” She offered the man a quick, broad smile as she leaned her head onto his shoulder, getting probably closer than comfort would dictate, on a serious mission. “If you want, I’ll do the stabby, and you do the shooty. I bet we’ll have a fun ol’ time. Do you have any special tricks? I can do this.”
Taking a moment to concentrate, Kiku focused on her Chameleon powers and suddenly shimmered out of existence, before pressing herself against the nearest piece of cover and allowing herself to reappear. “Pretty neat, huh?” She reached for a knife and a pistol at her belt: making sure to arm herself for when shit went down. It was time to be a soldier and shit.
Good lord, apparently I suck at life, the universe, and everything Roleplay :P
I will fix my fix.
I will fix my fix.
Didn't realise there was a week gap. My bad.
Will fix now :P
Edit: Patched up
Will fix now :P
Edit: Patched up
The sixth division, the enforcement division, among the Gotei 13, it was the duty of these Shinigami to uphold the law of Soul Society. They brought honour against traitors, they brought justice to the fouled, and they brought errant criminals to trial. They were the pinnacle of justice, honour and righteous pride: and there job was, by many at least, considered among the most exciting and duty-bound in all of Soul Society’s hierarchy. Since the beginning of the war with the Hollows,
…Sadly, today was not a day of honour, or pride, or justice. Today, Akiyama Yasu was having to deal with someone else’s crap…literally. One of her seated officers had been called out to the noble district in regards to what was reported as a ‘gross defiance of Seireitei’s laws.’ An hour after she dispatched the young officer, he returned relaying that the nobles had asked to deal with the captain directly.
“So let me get this straight. Unomaru Aki’s dog is accused of defecating on Akinomu Yuyu’s vegetable garden, while Unomaru Aki disputes this claim because, and I quote, ‘Chi-chi has a sore tum-tum, and has not left the house all day.’ Is this correct?”
Akiyama Yasu was rubbing her index finger and thumb against the bridge of her nose, massaging it as she tried very hard not to shout at the idiots that made up the lower-noble houses. It irked her that her time was wasted on dealing with such cases as this, especially considering this was more of the duty of the Third division, but she knew that it was important for the Gotei to maintain good relationships with the nobles. After all, they provided a great deal of services to the Gotei: including food, fine goods and the most consistent portion of the new Shinigami recruits. Noble houses produced a lot of Shinigami, and they needed every one they could get in the Hollow war.
However, even though maintaining relations was important: Akiyama Yasu’s patience soon wore thin as more and more of her time was being wasted. She should be out fighting the Hollow incursion, or at the very least, doing some of the stacks of paperwork in her office. Reports of a particularly large Garganta had her worried, and rumour had it that this Garganta had resulted in the mobilisation of the Eighth division captain, and here Yasu was: talking about dog shit and vegetable gardens.
Noting the nod of the two nobles, and the apologetic face of the seated officer, Yasu sighed heavily. “Because there is no evidence to prove either claim, I will have to insist that the accusation is dropped. To prevent this case from escalating further, the Unomaru family will fund half of a 5-foot high fence around the vegetable garden; the Akinomu family will fund the other half and go about its construction.”
The sound of complaining nobles was suddenly made much louder by the Captain’s declaration. Yasu was willing to listen to the complaints, if only because it was her job. The arrival of a worried looking Shinigami changed the tone rather rapidly, though, as everyone turned their attention to the bowing messenger. Yasu strolled closer, assuming the message to be intended for her, not the nobles. As the message was delivered, her face shifted and became darker: much more intense.
“You’ve done well. Deliver the message onwards to the forth division and the Captain-Commander.” After the few seconds, The Shinigami shunpo’d away, and Yasu turned her back to the nobles: the bold symbol of the sixth division seeming to radiate with the intensity she exuded. “I’m assuming there will be no further issues?”
One of the nobles strolled forward, wagging his finger at the captain and saying it was Yasu’s job to find a better resolution for the ‘grave injustice.’ At that, the Captain turned around with a very obvious anger on her face; her Reiatsu suddenly flared with her growing fury.
"Actually, my job is to protect Seireitei, and to protect every single soul inside it. As I waste my time with you, a Vasto Lorde has invaded Soul Society and is now rampaging through the streets. If I am lucky, I can get there in time to save lives! Now, you will comply with my Seated officer, or I will have you dragged into imprisonment for impeding a captain's duties!"
Without giving the fool any more of her time, Yasu started to shunpo away from the scene and towards the chaos in deep Soul Society. Her speed was well known inside the Gotei, and she would need it more now than ever. The Shinigami who delivered the message had apparently been of the Eighth Division, and had sought out the nearest strong Reiatsu in order to help his captain. Yasu had been the most obvious, and had been the one sought out.
She had no official orders from the Captain-Commander, but she could hardly sit by and ignore the plea of a Shinigami, or the danger posed by a Vasto Lorde. She picked up her pace, feeling the comfortable weight of her Zanpakuto at her hips.
When she arrived though, she was far too late. The Eighth captain was on the floor, unmoving, and the Fifth division captain was being tended by his lieutenant.
She had failed in her duty to protect Seireitei.
A week later, Yasu was sitting in her barracks, multi-tasking with the completion of a pile of paperwork as well as listening to the latest reports on new, unseated Shinigami in her division. Only a few were showing any real promise, which had her worried. Someone’s lieutenant was going to have to step up to the plate and ascend to the mantle of Eighth division captain soon: what if it were her lieutenant? Would she be able to cope with remodelling the entire structure of her division? Oh god, the amount of paperwork she’d have to fill out…
Thoughts of paperwork were cast aside as the Fifth seat of the First division entered her office, bowing down respectfully. Soon, Yasu was exiting her own office with new orders from the Captain-Commander herself. She was thrilled by the call for a number of reasons: In a slight amount, she was glad to be away from the paperwork if only temporarily; but more importantly, she was ready to strike back at the Hollows. She numbered Captain Nakahara as one of her friends. That lost friend left a hole, and she longed to plug it with revenge against the Hollow who took her life away.
She was bowing before the Captain-Commander within two minutes of receiving the message, having left the seated officer in her dust.
…Sadly, today was not a day of honour, or pride, or justice. Today, Akiyama Yasu was having to deal with someone else’s crap…literally. One of her seated officers had been called out to the noble district in regards to what was reported as a ‘gross defiance of Seireitei’s laws.’ An hour after she dispatched the young officer, he returned relaying that the nobles had asked to deal with the captain directly.
“So let me get this straight. Unomaru Aki’s dog is accused of defecating on Akinomu Yuyu’s vegetable garden, while Unomaru Aki disputes this claim because, and I quote, ‘Chi-chi has a sore tum-tum, and has not left the house all day.’ Is this correct?”
Akiyama Yasu was rubbing her index finger and thumb against the bridge of her nose, massaging it as she tried very hard not to shout at the idiots that made up the lower-noble houses. It irked her that her time was wasted on dealing with such cases as this, especially considering this was more of the duty of the Third division, but she knew that it was important for the Gotei to maintain good relationships with the nobles. After all, they provided a great deal of services to the Gotei: including food, fine goods and the most consistent portion of the new Shinigami recruits. Noble houses produced a lot of Shinigami, and they needed every one they could get in the Hollow war.
However, even though maintaining relations was important: Akiyama Yasu’s patience soon wore thin as more and more of her time was being wasted. She should be out fighting the Hollow incursion, or at the very least, doing some of the stacks of paperwork in her office. Reports of a particularly large Garganta had her worried, and rumour had it that this Garganta had resulted in the mobilisation of the Eighth division captain, and here Yasu was: talking about dog shit and vegetable gardens.
Noting the nod of the two nobles, and the apologetic face of the seated officer, Yasu sighed heavily. “Because there is no evidence to prove either claim, I will have to insist that the accusation is dropped. To prevent this case from escalating further, the Unomaru family will fund half of a 5-foot high fence around the vegetable garden; the Akinomu family will fund the other half and go about its construction.”
The sound of complaining nobles was suddenly made much louder by the Captain’s declaration. Yasu was willing to listen to the complaints, if only because it was her job. The arrival of a worried looking Shinigami changed the tone rather rapidly, though, as everyone turned their attention to the bowing messenger. Yasu strolled closer, assuming the message to be intended for her, not the nobles. As the message was delivered, her face shifted and became darker: much more intense.
“You’ve done well. Deliver the message onwards to the forth division and the Captain-Commander.” After the few seconds, The Shinigami shunpo’d away, and Yasu turned her back to the nobles: the bold symbol of the sixth division seeming to radiate with the intensity she exuded. “I’m assuming there will be no further issues?”
One of the nobles strolled forward, wagging his finger at the captain and saying it was Yasu’s job to find a better resolution for the ‘grave injustice.’ At that, the Captain turned around with a very obvious anger on her face; her Reiatsu suddenly flared with her growing fury.
"Actually, my job is to protect Seireitei, and to protect every single soul inside it. As I waste my time with you, a Vasto Lorde has invaded Soul Society and is now rampaging through the streets. If I am lucky, I can get there in time to save lives! Now, you will comply with my Seated officer, or I will have you dragged into imprisonment for impeding a captain's duties!"
Without giving the fool any more of her time, Yasu started to shunpo away from the scene and towards the chaos in deep Soul Society. Her speed was well known inside the Gotei, and she would need it more now than ever. The Shinigami who delivered the message had apparently been of the Eighth Division, and had sought out the nearest strong Reiatsu in order to help his captain. Yasu had been the most obvious, and had been the one sought out.
She had no official orders from the Captain-Commander, but she could hardly sit by and ignore the plea of a Shinigami, or the danger posed by a Vasto Lorde. She picked up her pace, feeling the comfortable weight of her Zanpakuto at her hips.
When she arrived though, she was far too late. The Eighth captain was on the floor, unmoving, and the Fifth division captain was being tended by his lieutenant.
She had failed in her duty to protect Seireitei.
A week later, Yasu was sitting in her barracks, multi-tasking with the completion of a pile of paperwork as well as listening to the latest reports on new, unseated Shinigami in her division. Only a few were showing any real promise, which had her worried. Someone’s lieutenant was going to have to step up to the plate and ascend to the mantle of Eighth division captain soon: what if it were her lieutenant? Would she be able to cope with remodelling the entire structure of her division? Oh god, the amount of paperwork she’d have to fill out…
Thoughts of paperwork were cast aside as the Fifth seat of the First division entered her office, bowing down respectfully. Soon, Yasu was exiting her own office with new orders from the Captain-Commander herself. She was thrilled by the call for a number of reasons: In a slight amount, she was glad to be away from the paperwork if only temporarily; but more importantly, she was ready to strike back at the Hollows. She numbered Captain Nakahara as one of her friends. That lost friend left a hole, and she longed to plug it with revenge against the Hollow who took her life away.
She was bowing before the Captain-Commander within two minutes of receiving the message, having left the seated officer in her dust.
So it turns out that real life wants to make me a horrible liar.
I've started the post, I'll finish it up tomorrow. Sorry ><
I've started the post, I'll finish it up tomorrow. Sorry ><
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