Freedom Over Opression

[Flameseeker]

Edit: Now longer, and better.

Chapter 1: Descent to Hell
Cyssor

Searo gasped. No...
"-attack began at-"
It couldn't be, it wasn't possible, was it?
"-massive Terran and Vanu forces-"
Soldiers around him were shocked as well, they had just returned from Solsar, and were trying to enjoy a rest at the base.
"-alliance, laying waste to all defenders-"

Someone flipped it off, Searo was glad. Shimmer was lying down in the Sunderer, her arm being mended as best as the medic could. Jenna was with her, telling her old war stories. Searo heard a snippet of the conversation,
"Yeah, this one time, I jumped up on a Reaver and rode it for a few miles."
Shimmer laughed, and then replied,
"That's nothing! Have you ever latched onto one... while it was at full throttle?"
Searo smiled, and then stood up. The troops were tired, but the sanctuary was under attack. They had to get back there and reinforce some of the FC troops that had already made it to the base. Searo yelled,
"10th-11th Air Wings! Get your butts in your planes!"
The pilots got up, and some of the other divisions began assembling as well. He heard other officers bringing their men together, and the FC force was quickly ready to attack. They rumbled through the gate, and it was like descending into hell.

Troops of all three factions were duking it out on the once-safe ground. Searo's aerial view of the field from his Reaver offered him the sight of massive craters dotting the landscape. Several enormous ships lay beached in the harbor, incinerating neaby troops. Red and Purple fought together, the pitifully few Blue and Gold falling like wheat before a scythe.
"Form on me, missile salvo to the front lines in 3, 2, 1."
The 10 or so Reavers opened up with their rockets, decimating the front lines of the purple and red juggernaut. The twelve Skeeters cut around from the back, and began their strafing run on the enemy.
Anti-Aircraft fire brought down some planes, but then the armored divison thundered in. They began shelling the now-retreating troops. The surviving Newcons on the ground let out a lusty cheer,
"Couldnta gotten here faster, Freedom Corp."
"Sword 'n starburst saves the day!"
Searo glanced at the insignia on his armor, a sword over a sunburst, signifying a bright future through force. It was becoming rather well-known...
Snake and Zenny were on his wings, blasting the ground troops. Suddenly, a squadron of TR craft warped into view from the gate. How the hell did that happen? That gate's supposed to only let in NC. Maybe MrVulcan should code something to secure the lock.
Searo's Reaver was hit in the Napalm tank, and he pulled the eject lever almost immediately, yelling over the comms,
"AWAY FROM MY REAVER!"
Zenny and snake veered off, away from the massive explosion. Searo saw the brilliant fireball in the sky falling to the ground, and he switched on his dampeners.

He made it to the ground, and landed in a friendly tank force. A hatch popped open,
"Searo?"
It was Masurao, he waved, and then rumbled onward.
Searo began jogging over to the fighting, and he jammed a magazine into his Gauss. The fight for Freedom had begun...

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Shimmer's arm was much better, she noticed. The cast was annoying, and she couldn't move her wrist, but the Cutter she had lashed to her hand helped a little. She stayed close to Jenna, who was picking off enemies with the Bolt Driver, and KrazyJester, who was also sniping. Anything red or purple nearby would find a new mouth on their throats.
SomeOneUncommon was causing havoc among enemy lines, and MrVulcan's Phoenix missiles were easily destroying the lightly armored hover-buggies. Jenna smiled,
"I'm OK, Shimmer, go out and kick some ass."
Shimmer nodded, and turned her cloaking device back on. She crept towards a stream of enemy troops, an AMS must be nearby. Shimmer cocked her MAG-Scatter, and entered the cloaking field.

Sure enough, an AMS stood in the small depression. She circled around to the driver's side, and spotted a Vanu soldier, listening to music. His head was bobbing up and down, in time with the beat. Easy kill, she moved in on the prey...

Spider was having a good day. Things hadn't gone so well, after he let that spy into the base, but after a demotion, and severe Iron Maiden torture, he was back in action. His AMS was well guarded, he has music, the NC was about to die, all in all a good time. Then something discharged into his brain, and he knew no more.

The Vanu soldier slumped over in his seat, blood splattering all over the truck. Shimmer pushed him out, and his body dematrixed into a small case, where his supplies would be stored until his body respawned and they were recovered. Shimmer climbed into the driver's seat, her suit giving the AMS a "no driver" effect. She slammed the petal, and hurried back to the FC front lines.