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2004-01-23, 04:07 PM
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Brigadier General
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Inspired by Aztec's tale of me getting my ass handed to me, I have decided to continue his tale from my current perspective.
Chapter 1: New Beginnings Part 1: Now Let's See What's Happening in Your Neck of the Woods! And this is the beginning ---------------------------------- The Forseral sun was unusually bright on this day. ObnoxiousFrog, still relegated to doing grunt work, was patrolling the ramparts of Pwyll Amp Station, the sound of his feet on the ceramic concrete moving in tandem with the cresendo of the Nanite Silo. He stopped for a moment at one of the makeshift sandbag fortifictations and took a quick glimpse at the sun. The rays quickly burned his retina, amplified by his still-uncomfortable Terran standard-issue eyewear. Shaking off the disorientation, he heard Sentrosi's voice from the upper-level door. "Frog! Shift's over. Get inside, I think we're gonna be getting some bad weather." "Great, bad weather," Frog thought to himself "That's usually a gross understatement on Forseral..." He rolled his eyes as best he could within his goggles and hurried back inside. The holoscreen was on in the lounge outside the Spawn bay. The CDL group relegated there; Sentrosi, KaozReign, Peacemaker, and LunarWarrior were all watching intently to the military programming it was projecting. By chance, the weather was on. "High sun on Forseral today," The bubbly weather girl said. "High possibility of severe rainstorms in the PM hours. It is reccomended that all honorable officers of the Terran Republic stationed there not leave the base buildings, as Forseralian rainstorms are some of the most vicious charted on all of Auraxis. Here are the current geopower readings straight from the Terran Republic Orbital Station." Frog had been through some bad weather here, usually rain or the occasional dirt storm. But nothing like the surges that were dancing across the screen. "Shit," Reign mumbled to himself. "OK guys, listen up. We gotta get this place locked down and ready for this storm. Sentrosi, you go get everything outside into the storage rooms, and refasten any loose seals on turrets, sensors, or the NTU Silo." "Sure thing," Sent said as he quickly got to work mentally sketching his plan of action. "Peace, you get all the external electronics hooked up. That means NTU silos, shield generators, and the vehicle and equipment terminal nanite flows." "Roger," Peace mumbled nonchalantly. "Lunar, you go up to the foyer and get the doors secured. Reinforce them with whatever faux-titanium sheets you can find in the storeroom." "Yep," said Lunar, walking down the stairs and into the storage bay. "And Frog..." Reign began. "Yea?" Reign smiled slyly. "Get me a beer." Frog gave him a cynical smirk as he reached into the refigerator. ----------------------------- of Forever, and Ever... - Portishead, Glory Box End part 1 (Authors note: Things do get better than weather problems too, mmkay?)
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2004-01-23, 06:29 PM
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Brigadier General
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Chapter 1 Part 2: Cloudy, with a chance of showers.
Rain, rain, go away ---------------------------- The air was getting damp. ObnoxiousFrog stared out from the top floor door of Pwyll Amp Station, wiping off his eye goggles of condensation. The storm was coming, and it was coming fast. Off in the main foyer, he heard Sentrosi talking over the communication link. "Sir, we need about half a squad of reinforcement troops to keep this base together. We have server weather coming in and 5 of us aren't gonna be able to hold down the fort." "Rog...at....tain.........ow.......infor...ents... .do........need?" "You're breaking up sir." "I....aid....ow.....any....force.......do you....." The monotone, official voice of the computer system chimed in, "Transmission closed." "Shit...Frog, go up to the comm channel router and set it to the Dragon Wolves wavelenth." "Yeah, sure Sent," Frog said, quickly shutting the door panel down and running up the cold metal steps. He typed in a few key commands and the computer's personality called back that the command was recieved. A loud hydraulic noise rumbled in from overhead as all of the internal sensor equipment retuned itself to its new command. Sentrosi flipped the channel open. "Mani, we're gonna need a few more down here. I'm sure youve heard of the...poor weather which is about to come down on us." "Roger that Sent," Mani said with a sound of genuine concern. His voice was picked up saying in the background "Black, NoS, Cyrus. Get your raincoats, you're going to help out our garrison at Pwyll." Frog went back outside to see the storm coming. The cloud cover was getting very thick, and rain was starting to come down, making a gentle pitter-patter on the metal roofing. Off in the distance, he saw something coming at the base very quickly. It was the main body of the storm, a portal straight into Hell itself. Winds swirled in it, lightning arced in ways that were almost physically impossible. He took his eyes off the red, raging clouds to look at the abnormally large sun. The sun was engulfed in the twisting red jawls of the storm. "Get inside, Frog," Sentrosi said nonchalantly, never taking his eyes off the radar screen. By the time Frog closed the door, the rainfall on the roof became an angry tearing sound, harmonized by the unchartable winds. "God damn it..." Sentrosi growled, hitting the radar with the side of his hand. "Thing is blinking on and off." "Holy shit...how can a storm move this fast?" Frog asked, dumbfounded at the now-rumbling war drums of the rain and wind. "Gravity from the sun...these sort of days the sun is closest to Forseral, it sort of magnetically drives the weather at us." "So...it fishes in the weather?" "Pretty much, and it seems this time they caught a whopper." Sentrosi's eyes fell back on the screen. He was getting 3 contacts coming in fast directly outside the base. "Sup freaks?" Cyrus' telltale voice came over the commchan. "Hey Cyrus, Black, NoS. Get inside, no doubt you've noticed the rain." The reinforcement came in sopping wet, leaving large puddles on the flat floor, making small waterfalls in the grated tiles the water was diverted to. "You guys may want to take a look at this..." Sent said, his voice panged with fear. The radar link was showing a thick red ring of motion crawling coming towards the base. Suddenly, a loud tear rang out overhead. Sparks flew from the radar display, followed by the mocking call of static. Radar was down, and something was headed straight for them. ---------------------- Come again another day....-Traditional Children's Ryme End Part 2
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2004-01-24, 11:57 PM
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[Ignore Me] #14 | ||
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Lightbulb Collector
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"nemesis from my NC days"= I'm going to get MCG rushed. Game over.
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The gun katas. Through analysis of thousands of recorded gunfights, the Cleric has determined that the geometric distribution of antagonists in any gun battle is a statistically predictable element. The gun kata treats the gun as a total weapon, each fluid position representing a maximum kill zone, inflicting maximum damage on the maximum number of opponents while keeping the defender clear of the statistically traditional trajectories of return fire. By the rote mastery of this art, your firing efficiency will rise by no less than 120%. The difference of a 63% increase to lethal proficiency makes the master of the gun katas an adversary not to be taken lightly. |
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