ok so...whos turn is it to post now? We seem to be slowing down a bit lately. Do you all want me to end this specific scene a little quicker?
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may i join after i finish Undertale?
@Vocab
No. hes in his office on the second floor. Ya might want to be quick if you want to catch him.
Feel free to capture him in your post, but hes a former New Order Major, so hes going to give nick one hell of a fight.
No. hes in his office on the second floor. Ya might want to be quick if you want to catch him.
Feel free to capture him in your post, but hes a former New Order Major, so hes going to give nick one hell of a fight.
posted at last. My writing ability has been shocking lately, so i apologise in advance.
Juno hated helicopter flight. It should have been glamorous, flying through the air and dropping hell on the enemies below before dropping soldiers to finish the remnants. Yknow, like the stories that she heard while training from all the instructors. THe ones who had apparently been in a Darter air transport.
It...wasnt. It was tightly packed, loud, didnt smell very good and was extremely cold. Really, even under her protective gear she was trying hard not to shiver.
Oh well, when they landed, the exercise they were about to get would warm them up just fine.
"Squad, this is your pilot speaking! We are two kilometres from the target, get ready!"
Juno got up, holding a nearby wall bar as she unslung her rifle, checking to make sure there was a grenade loaded, then making sure the magazine actually had bullets in. This continued. Ammo, check. Explosives, check. Blades, check. Sidearm, check. Healthy dose of fear/respect from her men?
She looked over at the others, who were preparing the same way she was. The closest ones flinched slightly, although, to their credit, they hid it quite well. Satisfied, Juno got up and stood behind the pilot.
"Anything on the roof?" she yelled, trying to be heard over the rotor blades.
The pilot yelled back. "Two hostiles, both armed, neither with anti air or armour capability. Orders?"
Juno looked out of the forward window. The transport had stopped, but she could clearly see two small specks on the roof of the club, even despite the copious amounts of smoke that was coming from the battle below.
She smiled. "Dont give them a chance to take any of my men down. Use the frontal minigun. Cut them to pieces."
She grabbed another wall bar as the transport lurched forward, as the pilot began to aim. A pleasant whirring sound went into Juno's ears, followed by the sound of hundreds of rounds blasting from the minigun. The two resistance soldiers didnt stand a chance, being torn apart a dozen times over before they even realised they were being shot at, with the remains being splattered over the roof and off the side.
Quick. Violent. Efficent. Three words that summed up the New Order Special Ops units perfectly. Juno smiled as the transport sailed over the roof and began to slowly lower. She didnt let any of her men see the smile though.
Before the transport had reached the recommanded disembark height, Juno hd pulled the door open and leaped out, landing on both her feet like a cat. Her men followed suit, but she was already heading down the stairs to the lower levels. As she did so, she spoke into her comm bead.
"You saw the briefing. This is bandit country." She said, as she drew one of her knives. "Kill everything that moves."
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Andrew got up, coughing, wondering if the blood he tasted was his own, or someone elses. He wondered which one would have been worse. His gun had remained in its holster, and he pulled it out with shaking hands without even getting up.
New order. It had to be. Dead man shows up, is killed by assailant, who in turn is also killed. But this was...a full military operation. Not just a raid. How the hell did something like that warrant all this? And against a target as high-profile as nexus?
"What the FUCK did that guy know?"
In the few seconds that he used to get over the shock, and another few seconds that he used to survey the situation, the outcome was clear.
Nexus was finished. Their few trained personnel were being mown down like animals, along with just about anyone else who wasnt even a part of the resistance. The only option now was to...strategically withdraw. But where? The front and back doors were obviously controlled by the New Order, the roof was almost certainly controlled too and even if it wasnt, he would have nowhere to go short of jumping off the roof.
"If only i had one of those suits used by the flock..."
That left...the basement. Wonderful. With any luck, Kerrat was heading there too.
Slowly, Andrew began to move, his gun at the ready. Step by step, towards the basement staircase.
____________________________
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU CANT SEND HELP!?!??!?"
The voice on the other end of the line sighed, as if it was a shop owner dealing with a unsatisfied customer.
"We cannot send any forces. Your location is risky to head to, and even if we did, the New Order almost certainly has several gunships. We have even detected an emperor class heading for your location. its fairly far, but its certainly heading for you."
Kerrat went pale. An emperor? Why would they need one of those for an operation, even one like this...
"...But that is not our most pressing concern. We need to talk about the man that we heard ended up as a corpse near your front door."
The voice on the phone had changed. Instead of a womans accent, it now sounded like a mans, with a southern united states twang to it.
"He was carrying a computer disk on his person. Do you have it?"
Kerrat checked his pockets desperately. Even in his furious state, he felt almost unable to disobey a cabal member. He didnt have it. Who had it? Who had he given that wallet to? Was it in there? Oh god...
"i...dont think i have it...i think i know who..."
The phone gave a deep sigh. "Then we must go without it. This is going to be considerably more difficult than i previously thought..." The phone gave another sigh. It was doing that a lot.
"You have our greatest sympathies, Mr Kerrat. We all with you luck for the future, and we all sincerely hope that you have at least one bullet left in your sidearm."
The phone went dead. Kerrat stared at it, his eyes wide with horror. His fist slowly closed around it, crushing it to splinters. He sat down.
Alexei Kerrat, one of the most dangerous resistance leaders in existence, former aide to the cabal and former New Order Major, held his head in his left hand.
"What the hell have i done?" He sobbed, raising his handgun to his head as the sounds of the destruction of his life's work sounded all around him.
It...wasnt. It was tightly packed, loud, didnt smell very good and was extremely cold. Really, even under her protective gear she was trying hard not to shiver.
Oh well, when they landed, the exercise they were about to get would warm them up just fine.
"Squad, this is your pilot speaking! We are two kilometres from the target, get ready!"
Juno got up, holding a nearby wall bar as she unslung her rifle, checking to make sure there was a grenade loaded, then making sure the magazine actually had bullets in. This continued. Ammo, check. Explosives, check. Blades, check. Sidearm, check. Healthy dose of fear/respect from her men?
She looked over at the others, who were preparing the same way she was. The closest ones flinched slightly, although, to their credit, they hid it quite well. Satisfied, Juno got up and stood behind the pilot.
"Anything on the roof?" she yelled, trying to be heard over the rotor blades.
The pilot yelled back. "Two hostiles, both armed, neither with anti air or armour capability. Orders?"
Juno looked out of the forward window. The transport had stopped, but she could clearly see two small specks on the roof of the club, even despite the copious amounts of smoke that was coming from the battle below.
She smiled. "Dont give them a chance to take any of my men down. Use the frontal minigun. Cut them to pieces."
She grabbed another wall bar as the transport lurched forward, as the pilot began to aim. A pleasant whirring sound went into Juno's ears, followed by the sound of hundreds of rounds blasting from the minigun. The two resistance soldiers didnt stand a chance, being torn apart a dozen times over before they even realised they were being shot at, with the remains being splattered over the roof and off the side.
Quick. Violent. Efficent. Three words that summed up the New Order Special Ops units perfectly. Juno smiled as the transport sailed over the roof and began to slowly lower. She didnt let any of her men see the smile though.
Before the transport had reached the recommanded disembark height, Juno hd pulled the door open and leaped out, landing on both her feet like a cat. Her men followed suit, but she was already heading down the stairs to the lower levels. As she did so, she spoke into her comm bead.
"You saw the briefing. This is bandit country." She said, as she drew one of her knives. "Kill everything that moves."
____________
Andrew got up, coughing, wondering if the blood he tasted was his own, or someone elses. He wondered which one would have been worse. His gun had remained in its holster, and he pulled it out with shaking hands without even getting up.
New order. It had to be. Dead man shows up, is killed by assailant, who in turn is also killed. But this was...a full military operation. Not just a raid. How the hell did something like that warrant all this? And against a target as high-profile as nexus?
"What the FUCK did that guy know?"
In the few seconds that he used to get over the shock, and another few seconds that he used to survey the situation, the outcome was clear.
Nexus was finished. Their few trained personnel were being mown down like animals, along with just about anyone else who wasnt even a part of the resistance. The only option now was to...strategically withdraw. But where? The front and back doors were obviously controlled by the New Order, the roof was almost certainly controlled too and even if it wasnt, he would have nowhere to go short of jumping off the roof.
"If only i had one of those suits used by the flock..."
That left...the basement. Wonderful. With any luck, Kerrat was heading there too.
Slowly, Andrew began to move, his gun at the ready. Step by step, towards the basement staircase.
____________________________
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU CANT SEND HELP!?!??!?"
The voice on the other end of the line sighed, as if it was a shop owner dealing with a unsatisfied customer.
"We cannot send any forces. Your location is risky to head to, and even if we did, the New Order almost certainly has several gunships. We have even detected an emperor class heading for your location. its fairly far, but its certainly heading for you."
Kerrat went pale. An emperor? Why would they need one of those for an operation, even one like this...
"...But that is not our most pressing concern. We need to talk about the man that we heard ended up as a corpse near your front door."
The voice on the phone had changed. Instead of a womans accent, it now sounded like a mans, with a southern united states twang to it.
"He was carrying a computer disk on his person. Do you have it?"
Kerrat checked his pockets desperately. Even in his furious state, he felt almost unable to disobey a cabal member. He didnt have it. Who had it? Who had he given that wallet to? Was it in there? Oh god...
"i...dont think i have it...i think i know who..."
The phone gave a deep sigh. "Then we must go without it. This is going to be considerably more difficult than i previously thought..." The phone gave another sigh. It was doing that a lot.
"You have our greatest sympathies, Mr Kerrat. We all with you luck for the future, and we all sincerely hope that you have at least one bullet left in your sidearm."
The phone went dead. Kerrat stared at it, his eyes wide with horror. His fist slowly closed around it, crushing it to splinters. He sat down.
Alexei Kerrat, one of the most dangerous resistance leaders in existence, former aide to the cabal and former New Order Major, held his head in his left hand.
"What the hell have i done?" He sobbed, raising his handgun to his head as the sounds of the destruction of his life's work sounded all around him.
Sorry, wasnt able to post tonight. Had a lot of stuff to do and i didnt want to rush this.
Ill try again tomorrow morning.
Ill try again tomorrow morning.
@Vulkan I'm gonna go with this, they talk to each other via Steam chat and even though its not his preferred method of interaction, Kiyoshi likes Takuma enough to tolerate it with him, but would still be a hard ass to at least get him to know some basic signs for the quick and easy stuff.
just like, "Ok, guy...we've known each other for a while now and we've communicated really well...but this chat bs is getting old real quick and that shit won't fly in class, so if we're gonna keep hanging out, you're gonna learn SOME sign language."
Takuma: If you are going to try and change me, then maybe this relationship isnt working out.
XD
Joke Shipping aside, that sounds fine.
@Vocab
Maybe they dated at one point? lol. They seem fairly matched.
Anyhoo...ill try and post tomorrow. Gotta think of how im gonna do the next bit.
Maybe they dated at one point? lol. They seem fairly matched.
Anyhoo...ill try and post tomorrow. Gotta think of how im gonna do the next bit.
@BeastofDestiny
Yeah, i guess he would know a little. I was thinking they could talk through chat on their PCs though.
Yeah, i guess he would know a little. I was thinking they could talk through chat on their PCs though.
"Where is it..."
"Damn it, where am i meant to be going? What am i supposed to do first?" He yelled, to no one in particular.
Takuma looked around, dropping his bag to the floor with a loud thud. He hadnt bothered to check any timetables, in his sheer haste to get to whatever he was supposed to do first. In hindsight, that was probably a bad idea.
At least he had remembered to put his eyepatch on this time. It was surprising that, despite all the disabilities in this place, that quite a few people could feel ill from seeing the scar tissue that had once been his right eye.
"That was an awkward lunchtime..."
Finally, he remembered that he was still late, and picked up his bag, hooking it over his left shoulder. Running foward, he was about to consider talking to someone when a voice called out.
"Hey, you there, running in the mismatch socks, can we talk for a minute?"
Mismatched socks? Who was he talking abou...
Takuma looked down, and made a small squeak.
"Im wearing mismatched socks?! Oh god, i must look a fool..." he cried inside, and began to realise all the other problems with his clothing as he did so. This had not been a good beginning to the day.
He turned around, casually buttoning his shirt in the hope that no one had noticed that either.
"Hi! Is everything alright?"
"Damn it, where am i meant to be going? What am i supposed to do first?" He yelled, to no one in particular.
Takuma looked around, dropping his bag to the floor with a loud thud. He hadnt bothered to check any timetables, in his sheer haste to get to whatever he was supposed to do first. In hindsight, that was probably a bad idea.
At least he had remembered to put his eyepatch on this time. It was surprising that, despite all the disabilities in this place, that quite a few people could feel ill from seeing the scar tissue that had once been his right eye.
"That was an awkward lunchtime..."
Finally, he remembered that he was still late, and picked up his bag, hooking it over his left shoulder. Running foward, he was about to consider talking to someone when a voice called out.
"Hey, you there, running in the mismatch socks, can we talk for a minute?"
Mismatched socks? Who was he talking abou...
Takuma looked down, and made a small squeak.
"Im wearing mismatched socks?! Oh god, i must look a fool..." he cried inside, and began to realise all the other problems with his clothing as he did so. This had not been a good beginning to the day.
He turned around, casually buttoning his shirt in the hope that no one had noticed that either.
"Hi! Is everything alright?"
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