Hmph.
I feel the need to expand my original post..
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Gah. I missed my deadline.
I'll try to catch up on everything, and post. I won't promise anything this time around, though.
I'll try to catch up on everything, and post. I won't promise anything this time around, though.
The others seemed to be taking their sweet time. They took so much time, in fact, that Jason returned with that girl in his arms before everyone was outside. The only one who seemed to have any sense of urgency was that damned shadow girl. Dark Matter moved about in a circle impatiently as he waited. Soon, Sam and Elizabeth had exited their cells and moved into the main room. Dark gave Elizabeth his full attention as she marched up, battered and bruised, to stand next to him.”The plan? I’m going to break out anyone else held in here and then I’m making a break for the exit. Anyone who slows me down is on their own.” Dark Matter growled, his brow forming a glare. There was no time to think of anything complicated, though Dark doubted a complex plan would be anything more than a waste of time without any proper knowledge of their prison.
Dark Matter continued to stand waiting for the stragglers, his arms crossed in front of his chest. He paid little mind to the conversation Jason was having with his sister. Dark glanced over at Adrian and nodded to the boy, gesturing for him to join them.”I’d wager someone is trying to get us out.” Dark offered a legitimate answer to the blind one’s question, ignoring Alix’s usual quips. He never understood her constant joking anyway.
When Elizabeth began to bark back at Alix, Dark Matter groaned internally. When Elizabeth shoved Alix, Dark shook and head and strode towards the exit.”It’s like dealing with children...” He mumbled.”You can all kill each other, or you can follow me out. I don’t give a damn either way.” With that, Dark was off down the hallway. He ducked past debris and flames as he moved down the hall. He wasn’t sure on where he was going, but at least he was going somewhere.
Dark Matter continued to stand waiting for the stragglers, his arms crossed in front of his chest. He paid little mind to the conversation Jason was having with his sister. Dark glanced over at Adrian and nodded to the boy, gesturing for him to join them.”I’d wager someone is trying to get us out.” Dark offered a legitimate answer to the blind one’s question, ignoring Alix’s usual quips. He never understood her constant joking anyway.
When Elizabeth began to bark back at Alix, Dark Matter groaned internally. When Elizabeth shoved Alix, Dark shook and head and strode towards the exit.”It’s like dealing with children...” He mumbled.”You can all kill each other, or you can follow me out. I don’t give a damn either way.” With that, Dark was off down the hallway. He ducked past debris and flames as he moved down the hall. He wasn’t sure on where he was going, but at least he was going somewhere.
Have no fear, Max is here!
Gonna post up.
Gonna post up.
I find the lack of Australian representation disturbing.
I kinda agree with Nyte. The Geneva Convention is only ever used when one country wants justification to act against another. Course there are NATO countries who actually follow the rules. Its too bad they happen to all be small countries that can't really affect the global community.
What Sly and Jason said. The hardcore fascists are notorious for being toppled by their own people for, say, blowing up friendlies. :P
What Sly and Jason said. The hardcore fascists are notorious for being toppled by their own people for, say, blowing up friendlies. :P
I shall see to creating an introduction post for Grak tomorrow after school. (Edumacation comes first!)
Robertson Barracks, Northern Territory; Australia
“Which o’ you boys fancies yourself a man, eh?” Captain Anthony Martin Lee yelled out, his New Zealand easily noticeable.
They had been running for nearly an hour. The captain had dragged second company out of the base and decided they would go for a run, with full gear, in the desert. Half the men were leaning over and wheezing, with the other half barely breathing through gulps of lukewarm water. They had just gotten back to the base, and were now lined up in formation in front of the captain, who was pacing back and forth impatiently. He began to wave a fresh bottle of cold water in the air, his head turning to look at the crowd of exhausted soldiers.
“Anybody? Anybody at all?” The captain repeated.
Lee stands 175cm tall (5’9) and weighs 82kg (180lb). The man may not have been very tall, but he was stout, broad shouldered man. His dark black, straight hair is always cut down to regulation length. The captain’s tanned forehead was glistening with sweat as he glared at the gathered mob. Anthony had run with the men as well, carrying his own gear. Yet he was the only one who didn’t look as if they were about to fall over and die. Of course, Anthony was the only one ranked over first lieutenant. He also had the longest military track record. He had a couple of years on all of them, though.
One of the men, a round headed and round bellied young man, raised his head as he approached the captain. He saluted the captain.”Corporal Antis? Well, mate. I can’t say I’m surprised you’d be first.” The captain smiled. The corporal gave the captain his own toothy smile, and stood at attention. The small Mohawk that adorned the corporal’s head was uncovered when Antis removed his helmet. This was the third run in three days, and each one ended in the captain taunting the men with cold water. Lee even offered to give it to the man who could take it from him. No one had, yet. This was Antis’ third time trying, as well. Antis leaped towards the captain, aiming to tackle him. Lee avoided with ease, shoving Antis to the ground and stepping on his back.
”Your mighty strong, corporal, but you’re as dumb as a brick.” The captain teased his trooper.
“Now!” Three men shouted out in unison.
Suddenly, the captain found his legs being dragged out from under him, and his face hitting the grass. The bottle had been snatched from his hands, and he could hear the combined cheering of four men.”Harris! Thompson! Antis! Wilson! Fall in!” The captain shouted, standing up. The four men scrambled forward, getting into a line. The captain stood there for a moment, just glaring at them. The Anthony smiled, and nodded to the men.”Good work.” The captain turned around, and the soldiers were beginning to cheer again.”Oh.” Anthony interrupted.”And you all have kitchen duty tonight.” The men groaned, and the captain returned to the front of the formation.
“Captain Lee! Captain Lee!” A man dressed in combat fatigues came running out of a building towards the captain.”What is it?” The captain asked.”Brigadier O’Connell requests all commissioned officers in the command center immediately!” The captain nodded, and began to jog over towards the command center. Whatever this was, it seemed serious.
As the captain entered the command center, he noticed that everyone was gathered around a large television set. Lee moved over towards them, between two Lieutenants.”What’s goin’ on?” Lee asked, taking a seat.”The Prime Minister of Britain is giving a speech, mate!” One of them whispered excitedly.
Canberra, Australia – Twenty minutes after the Prime Minster’s speech
Currently, the Australian Senate was having the most heated debate since its founding. The senate has always been considered the more docile of the two houses of parliament, however today both of them were equally as loud. The Governor-General sat in his throne behind the president’s chair, watching the senate verbally attack its’ self. The President of the Senate was attempting to gain control, yelling and furiously banging his gavel. Chapman ran a hand through his short, wavy blonde hair, ruining the styling his intern had attempted to give him for the occasion. As soon as he heard the announcement of an emergency meeting, he knew there wouldn’t be time for pictures.
“Enough!” Governor-General Chapman screamed at the top of his lungs. His loud, commanding voice usually accustomed to a battlefield was easily heard and recognized by all, and the fighting died down instantly.”You are the men and women who run this country.” Chapman began, standing up and starting to move down to the floor.”Yet you sit here and bicker and scream like children! You’ve done this every time the subject is brought up!” Mark spoke loud and clear, his piercing blue eyes patrolling the senators. Being six feet and two inches tall, Chapman could see everyone as he walked.
“There’s a reason the Kingdom of Australia was overthrown. The people demanded it. They’ve been rebelling since Australia became sovereign!” The Governor-General stopped in front of the president’s seat, turning to face the senate.”Quiet yourselves, and cast your votes like civilized people. Will you?” With that, the Governor-General returned to his seat and the casting began.
After about forty minutes, the casting was finished. The senate had voted to request to rejoin the British Empire officially, having overcome them by a small margin. The House of Representatives took far longer to settle down and vote, however they eventually voted, coming to the same conclusion as the senate. So the Governor-General drafted a letter to be sent to the Prime Minster of the former British Empire, and had the Australian representatives present in England write the letter and have it sent to the British.
The letter reads:
Dear Prime Minister Owen Pyke,
I would like to formally thank you, as representative for the Commonwealth of Australia, for your tremendous efforts in re-establishing the mighty British Empire. We, the people of Australia, have long stridden to rebuild the once mighty nation that has survived so many years. War has been fought over the right for the British to rule us, even though your once great nation was in shambles. But you have rebuilt that nation’s homeland. So now, we the people, wish to be the first to willingly join the British Empire as a commonwealth.
-Sincerely,
Governor-General Mark Chapman
“Which o’ you boys fancies yourself a man, eh?” Captain Anthony Martin Lee yelled out, his New Zealand easily noticeable.
They had been running for nearly an hour. The captain had dragged second company out of the base and decided they would go for a run, with full gear, in the desert. Half the men were leaning over and wheezing, with the other half barely breathing through gulps of lukewarm water. They had just gotten back to the base, and were now lined up in formation in front of the captain, who was pacing back and forth impatiently. He began to wave a fresh bottle of cold water in the air, his head turning to look at the crowd of exhausted soldiers.
“Anybody? Anybody at all?” The captain repeated.
Lee stands 175cm tall (5’9) and weighs 82kg (180lb). The man may not have been very tall, but he was stout, broad shouldered man. His dark black, straight hair is always cut down to regulation length. The captain’s tanned forehead was glistening with sweat as he glared at the gathered mob. Anthony had run with the men as well, carrying his own gear. Yet he was the only one who didn’t look as if they were about to fall over and die. Of course, Anthony was the only one ranked over first lieutenant. He also had the longest military track record. He had a couple of years on all of them, though.
One of the men, a round headed and round bellied young man, raised his head as he approached the captain. He saluted the captain.”Corporal Antis? Well, mate. I can’t say I’m surprised you’d be first.” The captain smiled. The corporal gave the captain his own toothy smile, and stood at attention. The small Mohawk that adorned the corporal’s head was uncovered when Antis removed his helmet. This was the third run in three days, and each one ended in the captain taunting the men with cold water. Lee even offered to give it to the man who could take it from him. No one had, yet. This was Antis’ third time trying, as well. Antis leaped towards the captain, aiming to tackle him. Lee avoided with ease, shoving Antis to the ground and stepping on his back.
”Your mighty strong, corporal, but you’re as dumb as a brick.” The captain teased his trooper.
“Now!” Three men shouted out in unison.
Suddenly, the captain found his legs being dragged out from under him, and his face hitting the grass. The bottle had been snatched from his hands, and he could hear the combined cheering of four men.”Harris! Thompson! Antis! Wilson! Fall in!” The captain shouted, standing up. The four men scrambled forward, getting into a line. The captain stood there for a moment, just glaring at them. The Anthony smiled, and nodded to the men.”Good work.” The captain turned around, and the soldiers were beginning to cheer again.”Oh.” Anthony interrupted.”And you all have kitchen duty tonight.” The men groaned, and the captain returned to the front of the formation.
“Captain Lee! Captain Lee!” A man dressed in combat fatigues came running out of a building towards the captain.”What is it?” The captain asked.”Brigadier O’Connell requests all commissioned officers in the command center immediately!” The captain nodded, and began to jog over towards the command center. Whatever this was, it seemed serious.
As the captain entered the command center, he noticed that everyone was gathered around a large television set. Lee moved over towards them, between two Lieutenants.”What’s goin’ on?” Lee asked, taking a seat.”The Prime Minister of Britain is giving a speech, mate!” One of them whispered excitedly.
Canberra, Australia – Twenty minutes after the Prime Minster’s speech
Currently, the Australian Senate was having the most heated debate since its founding. The senate has always been considered the more docile of the two houses of parliament, however today both of them were equally as loud. The Governor-General sat in his throne behind the president’s chair, watching the senate verbally attack its’ self. The President of the Senate was attempting to gain control, yelling and furiously banging his gavel. Chapman ran a hand through his short, wavy blonde hair, ruining the styling his intern had attempted to give him for the occasion. As soon as he heard the announcement of an emergency meeting, he knew there wouldn’t be time for pictures.
“Enough!” Governor-General Chapman screamed at the top of his lungs. His loud, commanding voice usually accustomed to a battlefield was easily heard and recognized by all, and the fighting died down instantly.”You are the men and women who run this country.” Chapman began, standing up and starting to move down to the floor.”Yet you sit here and bicker and scream like children! You’ve done this every time the subject is brought up!” Mark spoke loud and clear, his piercing blue eyes patrolling the senators. Being six feet and two inches tall, Chapman could see everyone as he walked.
“There’s a reason the Kingdom of Australia was overthrown. The people demanded it. They’ve been rebelling since Australia became sovereign!” The Governor-General stopped in front of the president’s seat, turning to face the senate.”Quiet yourselves, and cast your votes like civilized people. Will you?” With that, the Governor-General returned to his seat and the casting began.
After about forty minutes, the casting was finished. The senate had voted to request to rejoin the British Empire officially, having overcome them by a small margin. The House of Representatives took far longer to settle down and vote, however they eventually voted, coming to the same conclusion as the senate. So the Governor-General drafted a letter to be sent to the Prime Minster of the former British Empire, and had the Australian representatives present in England write the letter and have it sent to the British.
The letter reads:
Dear Prime Minister Owen Pyke,
I would like to formally thank you, as representative for the Commonwealth of Australia, for your tremendous efforts in re-establishing the mighty British Empire. We, the people of Australia, have long stridden to rebuild the once mighty nation that has survived so many years. War has been fought over the right for the British to rule us, even though your once great nation was in shambles. But you have rebuilt that nation’s homeland. So now, we the people, wish to be the first to willingly join the British Empire as a commonwealth.
-Sincerely,
Governor-General Mark Chapman
Nytem4re said
Nagasaki. There were still buildings and bridges left intact though, and atomic bombs ain't really conventional.
Yeah, that was my point. Leveling a city takes a whooole lot of fire power.
Did the first atomic bombs level Hiroshima and Naga..something or another? I can't seem to recall if they destroyed everything..
Annnyway. I feel as if were nitpicking at this point. We should like, focus on getting to WW3 first. xD
Annnyway. I feel as if were nitpicking at this point. We should like, focus on getting to WW3 first. xD
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