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2003-06-14, 10:49 PM | [Ignore Me] #1 | ||
Ok guys bear with me here, ive only done fantasy stuff before this (demons knights and the what not). Never done anyhting modern or Sci Fi. I am giving permision to flame to an extent. If it sux plz tell me. And with out furter stalling i will start the story. Um uhhh i think i ll just stall for a few more seconds...................... Ok im good.
(Ps someone give me an idea for a god damn name for my characters i cant think of shite) Air Captain Jack Maslow awoke to the sound of his alarm clock radio. Its consistant blaring continued for about ten seconds before he through the small device into the wall shattering it into three pieces. He sat up and steped into his autowash unit only to be greeted by the same freezing cold water. At least it woke him up fast he thougth to himself. But then he regreted waking up so fast, the rusult of his binge drinking with his friends hit him like the sac of proverbial bricks. "Ah damn it I really should stop doing this." he moaned "Its sort of getting old." A female computer voice chattered in. "Indeed Air Captain, one more incident of drunken disorderlyness and I will be forced to report you to the base commander." It squaked in a pretty voice. "Bull!" He yelled back. "You know as well as I do that you wouldnt do that Im the last experienced pilot on this whole damn continet. Speaking of with how about a breifing on this mornings mission?" "Yes sir." The voice crackled back. Jack thought to himself how briliant it was for him to change the computers voice, too bad it still gave him the same bullshit everymorning. A small projector decended out of the ceiling and shined a light on the wall. An image of the continent of Ceryshen. It showed a line spliting the continet in half between a huge section of blue and a huge section of red. The captain noticed the Red had grown slightly closer to his position since the last time he looked at the map. The view zoomed in to show the South Tarqaq Air Tower which was his present location. A blue line with a small picture of two Skeeters two Reavers and two liberators leaving the small out post stoping at the main Tarqaq Bio Lab and continue north east. "So whats our target?" He asked the wall. The screen moved north even further and stoped on a large facility with a huge red circle around it which touched other circles of red. "This is the..." The computer started to say but was interupted by the Captain who was now sitting on his bed putting on his agile armor flight suit. "The Akna Amp Station I know." He said. "The Amp station is now being sieged by our forces, your mission is to destroy its generator before 1100 when an ANT is supposed to arive. Your secondary objective is to eliminate this ANT. If it arives the Amp station can refill its silo and repair the generator." The computer continued on and on about weapon loads and fuel distribution but the captain was already gone. More tomarow morning ive got more... pressing matters to deal with. |
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