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2003-11-24, 12:19 PM
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indeed. not only do they have the dns broken on this site, but its locking up at random times. This may be my comp but i dbout it. Not only does it kill off internet, but it locks my whole comp and i have to hard reboot. I'm calling them when my TG break begins as well as dell to try and fix the multiple problems with my comp.
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2003-12-03, 11:37 PM
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I love this.
maybe a little more discription of blood and gore, and maybe a little rommance. I've got a non-PS one thats ok http://planetside-universe.com/forum...ad.php?t=17176 p.s. u can use apachepilotpat |
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2003-12-22, 02:44 AM
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Yay! I finally have a free moment to write a chapter. It's been over a month since the update, so I hope you all are still interested
 Chapter 8- Friends to Enemies and Enemies to Friends "I'll ask you one more time. When is the next Terran operation planned for?" snarled 50cent. "Fuck you," responded Lance in a defiant tone. 50 picked him up by his shirt and threw him into the wall. Lance crumpled to the ground, trying to nurse his wounds. "Very well. Guard take this scum to the lab. It looks like he's going to need some 'coaxing'." With that, the guard seized Lance and dragged him down the corridor towards the lab. Lance was able to catch a glimpse of Hitman, also being interrogated, before he was whisked into a white room with a single table. "Turn around," said the guard. Lance obeyed, and suddenly felt a sharp sting in his neck. He swooned for a few seconds and fell to the ground, knocked out by a sedative. Again Lance had the dream, or recollection, of his mother and father being murdered. It was precisely as it was before, like it was a movie clip. Only this time, the figure of 50cent moved to another location. He stared down and began to laugh in a horrible, evil laugh. Lance saw the bodies of his comrades, all slain in the same way as his parents. He surged with anger and lept at 50cent. But the figure faded away, as did the surroundings. Only the white room was visible now. Lance wasn't sure if he was awake or still dreaming. Just then, a searing pain hit him in the leg. He contorted violently, but the pain did not subside. He looked at his leg, throbbing with pain. It was bulging! His muscles swelled, so that his leg was twice the size of his other one. He screamed in pain, knowing full well that it would do no good. But, to his astonishment a person came running into the room. He could not make out the figure at all, as his vision was obscured by the pain. Lance felt another object penetrate his leg, and abruptly the pain was gone. He looked up, sweat dripping from his face, and saw a man in blue and gold. But as his vision returned to normal, he realized that the man was actually a female soldier, and a very beautiful one at that. Lance tried to speak, but she cut him off. "Shhhh," she whispered. "I won't let them do that to you again." Lance looked at her with an odd look on his face, wondering why an enemy soldier was being this kind towards him. "They're experimenting on you. Injecting liquids they made from crystals found in the caves. Trying to make a supersoldier. But I can't agree with them on this. They're just torturing you. And not just you, but all of your platoon, your empire. I won't let them do this." Lance finally managed to get out a few words. "Who are you anyway?" "My name is Kelly Larsen. I work in the labs here. I've known that they've been doing these experiments for a few weeks now, but I didn't know they were doing them on humans. I don't know what to do. If I try to dissent, I'll surely be killed. But I can't just sit by and watch people suffer like this. No one deserves to" She broke off in mid sentence, as footsteps could be heard from the hallway. "I have to go now. I will come back though, count on it." And with that, she hurried out of the lab, just as another soldier entered to take Lance back to his cell. Lance ached from the experiments, yet there was something calming in what Kelly had said. For some reason, her words soothed him, and for the first time in the week since he had been captured, he had a little hope. |
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2003-12-22, 03:26 AM
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Chapter 8 Continued
Four days passed without a trace of Kelly. Lance continued to be interrogated, and then upon his refusal to give information, sent to the lab. The days were identical. However, on the 5th day something happened. Lance was being marched to the lab, after once again refusing to hand info to the enemy. A soldier approached him and his escort and blocked their passage. "50cent has sent orders for you to do a recon of the perimeter. I'll take over the guard," said the soldier in an odd voice. "Psh OK." The other soldier shrugged and walked off. Lance was then led down a different corridor. He passed by the spawn room, into the rec room, down the stairs, where they stopped in a corner. The soldier turned around and removed the helmet. It was Kelly. "We're going to escape from here. I've decided to desert the New Conglomerate. We've got to be careful though." "What about my friends?" "We'll have to come back for them later, there's no time." She handed him a gauss rifle and took one for herself. "Once we clear the base, we'll head to Kisin. It should be empty. And Lance," she said, finally noticing his dogtag, "if we get spotted, keep running. They will probably just imprison me, but if they find you escaping, you'll be executed for sure." Lance nodded and the two began to creep towards the backdoor. They reached the door with no encounters. As the door slid open, the balmy night air greeted them. However, the air was not the only thing. 50cent and 3 soldiers stood blocking their path, wielding jackhammers. "Tsk tsk. It appears we have a traitor," said 50cent. "Good thing this guy told me what was going on. Miss Larsen, you should really think of a better way to stage an escape. Oh well, it's just as well. I was able to recruit another member today anyway, your friend 0000. Yes, he's told me everything. Therefore, I really have no use for you or your friends anymore. Martin! Round up the prisoners, we'll be executing them in one hour, along with miss Larsen here." Lance and Kelly were pushed back inside and into a holding chamber. The remaining members of Lance's platoon were rounded up into the room as well. "Well 15 minutes until we're toast," said Bismarck. "I can't believe 0000 defected," said LeperCe. "Well, I just want to let you all know that it's been an honor to serve with you guys," said Maverick. They all saluted, as the guard and 50cent approached their chamber, ready to lead them to the execution room. Suddenly an alarm went off. A soldier came on the PA. "We've got enemies within the SOI!!! They've taken the north tower!!! At least 2 squads of Vanu!" "DAMNIT! They must know I'm here!" said 50cent. "They have no link, they're just in this to kill me!" 50cent hit the PA. "Get me an exact number of troops they have with them. We have 35 soldiers here." A few seconds later the same nervous private came back on. "22 Vanu exactly, sir!" 50cent sighed with relief. "Good. Deploy defenses. Troops to both entrances. We should be able to take these punks down rather easily." "Wait a minute," said the shaky private. "There's something strange here. One of them is not a Vanu. His uniform is bla bla black!!!! Oh my god. It it it's him!!!!! Suddenly a single shot was heard and the transmission ended. Lance turned to look at 50cent and saw a look he had never seen before. 50cent was scared. Of what he did not know, but something had him deathly scared. |
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