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2003-06-03, 08:57 PM | [Ignore Me] #1 | ||
Second Lieutenant
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Note: I will be running two threads, one detailing Searo's experiences during the Sanctuary Invasion, one chronicling Shimmer's adventures in the mysterious place she was warped to.
Chapter 1: Year of the Dragon NC Sanctuary NC City Searo was one of the few reminaing soldiers still able to stay in Reavers, as power all over NC bases in the area was down. Most generators had been bombed into oblivion, requiring days to fix. They didn't have days, they had hours. His Dragon was being flown for the first, and maybe last, time. The two 10 man squadrons from the Freedom Corp were silent, each man contemplating his fate. Zenny and Snake were on his wings, as always, and the ground troops were spread out behind him. His comm crackled and Snake spoke, a little more subdued than usual, "Hey Flame, I guess I outrank you now." "You Spec. Ops people think you run the world, doncha?" "Yup, we do. High Guard for life!" Snake then remembered how long his life might last, and was silent. Nine pilots flew 3 of the new bombers, with the one man left in their squad flying point in a Skeeter. The other squad was comprised of seven Reavers and two Skeeters. They reached the hotzone, watching a friendly Reaver explode, pilot going by name of WildEagle. Searo couldn't spot Aztec in the melee, and his radio crackled, "All air elements, engage the enemy. Liberators take out any Anti-Air Platforms you find, this war will be won in the skies." MrVulcan had delivered the previous message, he was positioning an AMS outside the city border, one of the last places for a respawn. Searo set throttle to 50%, and began strafing the enemy craft, flamethrowers blazing. Two mosquitoes were caught in the napalm, and collided, falling to the ground in a massive explosion. Searo targeted a fully laden Galaxy slowing to drop troops on the embattled defenders, he felt angry. We're fighting for the right... Fighting for the weak... Fighting for freedom... He savagely hit the afterburner, coming up fast on the enemy transport. Searo cut engines, and charged the Dragon's Breath. All electronics on his Reaver cut out to eliminate extra heat. Manually he lined up the Breath Cannon with the Galaxy, no crosshairs helping out. He waited 8 seconds, the time it took to charge. No electronics could count it for him. Searo flipped the safety off of the trigger, and hit the button. A stream of focused nuclear energy spewed from the light craft, rocking it violently. It consumed the Galaxy instantly, and destroyed everyone aboard. He couldn't help but smile. |
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2003-06-03, 09:52 PM | [Ignore Me] #2 | ||
First Lieutenant
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was that a Vanu galaxy??? *readies phantasam* dont forget that where ever aztec sent em i can easily come back and breakout the whoopass.
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War doesn't determine who's right, just who's left - Bertrand Russel "The absence of war is not peace." - Harry S. Truman Qui desiderat pacem pr�paret bellum. - He who would desire peace should be prepared for war. When there is no enemy within, the enemies outside cannot hurt you - Unknown |
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2003-06-23, 09:40 AM | [Ignore Me] #4 | ||
Second Lieutenant
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Chapter 2: Captive
NC Sanctuary "Missile Lock!" Searo's HUD displayed the lock, a Striker missile was headed straight for the battered Reaver. He glanced at the armor readout, 36%, no way it could stand another hit. He yanked the eject cord. "Inject in 2." "1." Searo blasted out of the plane, and watched the missile slam into it, destroying the proud Dragon instantly. "That's that." He pulled his Gauss out while floating down, and hoped he was in friendly territory. The battle seemed to be at a lull here, the random shots were few and far between. Searo's feet hit the ground, and he checked the Auraxis Map of the Sanctuary. He was in City Block 4, on the south side. Reports had shown this was an enemy stronghold. "Shit." Searo clicked on his comm, and a burst of static deafened him momentarily. "Jammed..." He clutched the Gauss tighter and began jogging back to friendly lines. A red soldier came out from around the corner of a nearby office building. Searo crouched behind a lump of rubble, and squeezed off a few shots at the soldier. A few hit, and crimson sprayed from the enemy's arm. The Terran soldier raised a Mini-Chaingun, and Searo ducked back behind the rubble. The Chaingun roared, pouring massive amounts of rounds into Searo's cover. Searo waited for the "Click" of an empty clip, and then jumped up. Crack! Searo watched blood, his own blood, spurting from his chest. Another soldier was crouched by the first, levelling a smoking bolt driver at him. He loaded another bolt, and time seemed suspended as Searo fell. The other soldier stopped the sniper, and he held his fire. Searo hit the ground, and saw two grinning faces standing over him before he knew no more. |
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2003-07-02, 03:36 PM | [Ignore Me] #5 | ||
Second Lieutenant
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Chapter 3: Havoc
Terran Camp NC Sanctuary Searo awoke. He was in a tent. Why am I not in a base? he thought. He was lying on a cot, and the tent was stuffy. His blue and gold armor had been cut off, and was lying in a heap nearby. He noticed that some medical supplies had been administered to his wound, to prevent all his guts from spilling out. He was alone, and weak. He could tell he had lost a lot of blood. He felt light-headed, and he saw blood all over his armor, the cot, his chest. Fine mess you're in now... Strangely no one came to interrogate or torture him. Nobody came to administer more medicine, strap him down, or let him go. The camp seemed deserted. He wasn't even captive, he could get up. He stood, and tottered a little. Searo felt very dizzy. "Whoah." The world kept spinning, and he tried to stop it. He steadied himself and peeked his head out the door. The only thing he wore were the pants of his military jumpsuit. It was enough in the hot sun. The camp was deserted. He wished that he knew what the hell was going on in the war. Searo spotted an AMS. He tapped into it's terminal and ordered a few medkits. They popped out and dropped onto the ground. He opened one, and followed the instructions to clean the bullet wound better and heal. He also injected some more blood into his arm, the kit said it was his type, O. He tried to order armor and weapons, but it was denied. "Resourceful aren't we, Major?" He looked around. "Where and who are you?" The voice spoke again, laughing, "You should recognize me." He thought. "Starrider." "Yes, very good. Too easy wasn't it?" Searo couldn't helpt but nod. "Well, for good reason." A Phantasm swung into view, guns bristling. "The Council sent me to check up on you, although I WANT TO FIGHT!" Searo reached for his Gauss, but then realized it wasn't on his back. "I could obliterate you here and now, but I won't. That would be easy, and the Council would not approve." The Phantasm swooped back around for another pass. It carved a circle into the earth around Searo. "What's this? I'll be back, I'm getting activity on my radar." Searo's heart leaped, rescue? The Phantasm swooped away, in a course to the west. Searo spotted a dust cloud in the distance, and it came closer. It was a Sunderer. Searo checked the decal, it wasn't a sword and starburst, but it was blue and gold at least. It skidded to a halt and a bright yellow soldier jumped out. "Flame my man." "Snake, what are you doing here? And where's the Corp?" "Left the Corp man, started my own outfit. The Fox Hounds." "Cool. Well, I need a rescue." "That's why we're here. Oh shi-" The Phantasm was back, it blasted the sunderer as Searo dove behind the AMS. A huge explosion rocked the AMS, and Searo hoped the Mobile Station wouldn't tip over and squish him. "Nice try, Major. You're little friends learned a hard lesson." Searo came back out from behind the AMS and stared at the charred husk of the Sunderer and the lifeless bodies of Fox Hound troops. "Starrider, you bastard." |
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2003-07-02, 04:18 PM | [Ignore Me] #6 | ||
First Lieutenant
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hehe that i am
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War doesn't determine who's right, just who's left - Bertrand Russel "The absence of war is not peace." - Harry S. Truman Qui desiderat pacem pr�paret bellum. - He who would desire peace should be prepared for war. When there is no enemy within, the enemies outside cannot hurt you - Unknown |
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2003-07-11, 09:22 AM | [Ignore Me] #7 | ||
Second Lieutenant
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Chapter 4: Flight
Terran Camp NC Sanctuary Searo had been dodging Starrider's missiles for over an hour. He was covered in shrapnel and dirt, as well as many small cuts oozing blood. Lancers pulsed on the Phantasm, incinerating the spot where Searo stood only a moment before. He felt the blazing heat on his bare back. Searo kept running, although he was beginning to falter. His breath came in ragged heaves, sweat poured off his brow. How am I going to survive this? "The Council should give me permission to slaughter you any moment now. In the melee I'm sure you lost your re-matrixing DNA at the Sanct spawn tubes," said Starrider. Searo knew he wasn't joking. There was no way his DNA had survived. The Three Villas had been the first to be destroyed, shelled by the enemy Battleships. He needed something to drive, that was safe enough to withstand Starrider's barrage. The AMS. He remembered the AMS. Searo ran to the hulking truck. He quickly undeployed it. Starrider noticed, he yelled, "Whaddaya think you're doing?" Searo ignored him, and climbed into the driver's seat. He had no idea how to drive it, but it had an accelerator and a steering wheel, that was enough. Searo mashed the pedal and took off. "Get back here! I'll rip through that AMS like toilet paper!" Searo began swerving now as the Omega-Lancers tore into the ground around him. He knew Starrider was nearly out of missiles, and could not keep firing lasers for fear of over-heating. Searo saw a patch of trees ahead. He knew if he made the cover of the trees, Starrider would have trouble finding him. A guided missile smashed into the truck, but the armored shell was still at 85% integrity. He was almost to the woods. Just a little longer... Starrider dropped the single bomb under the fuselage. It flew outward, and then smashed into the AMS. He laughed, nothing could survive that. Sure enough, the AMS swerved into a tree, exploding in a wall of flame. "The order to kill you just came through, I suppose it was a little late." Starrider laughed again, and then swooped away from the smoking wreck. |
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2003-07-15, 12:34 AM | [Ignore Me] #9 | ||
First Lieutenant
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WOW i got u.....cool.
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War doesn't determine who's right, just who's left - Bertrand Russel "The absence of war is not peace." - Harry S. Truman Qui desiderat pacem pr�paret bellum. - He who would desire peace should be prepared for war. When there is no enemy within, the enemies outside cannot hurt you - Unknown |
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2003-07-15, 03:41 PM | [Ignore Me] #11 | ||
First Lieutenant
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oh i posted right after u...didnt see that...plz continue im still reading it......and like aztec said im the only person who really replys contuiuslly to stories.
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War doesn't determine who's right, just who's left - Bertrand Russel "The absence of war is not peace." - Harry S. Truman Qui desiderat pacem pr�paret bellum. - He who would desire peace should be prepared for war. When there is no enemy within, the enemies outside cannot hurt you - Unknown |
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2003-07-15, 04:28 PM | [Ignore Me] #12 | ||
Lightbulb Collector
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Keep going, just because nobody replies doesn't mean they don't like it! (look at your view count).
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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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2003-07-16, 05:44 PM | [Ignore Me] #14 | ||
First Lieutenant
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come on...even if many of those veiws were by you some of tyhem werent and you un doubtably have had more readers than just aztec and myself i think you should continue.
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War doesn't determine who's right, just who's left - Bertrand Russel "The absence of war is not peace." - Harry S. Truman Qui desiderat pacem pr�paret bellum. - He who would desire peace should be prepared for war. When there is no enemy within, the enemies outside cannot hurt you - Unknown |
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