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| Bosceon | Feb 11 2006, 02:08 AM Post #151 |
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Leon, your fics are like crack... I can't wait any longer..
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| Leon | Feb 13 2006, 02:23 PM Post #152 |
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GUUUUNDAAAAAAAM
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---/ Bryars coughed, being in the awkward situation he was just in moments ago. He took a seat on a chair beside Pendant’s bed. Pendant had suffered a strong attack from herself, turned against her by that Turban Man. It was the day after the incident, in the afternoon. Bryars was the officer who had suffered the least amount of damage – the most painful thing he experienced that night was the damage of his pride. He never had felt so powerless in all his life. Bryars looked up. He quickly stood up straight and saluted. Reaver had entered the infirmary, looking mildly exhausted. Reaver glanced at Bryars and nodded, “As you were.” Bryars sat back down, taking a small sigh of relief. He was tired of standing on his feet all day. “What brings you here, sir?” “I’ve been checking on all of the others. Apocalypse seems to be getting better, Hystrix got out of bed immediately, though. Pretty stubborn.” Bryars knew that Apocalypse was faking this injury as well. “It’s a good thing you were there to give Pendant first-aid, Lieutenant. She would’ve died if she wasn’t given immediate attention from that vicious attack, according to Lieutenant Apocalypse.” Reaver nodded, “Well done.” “It was no problem.” “Apparently was. Routed by one person, eh?” “Yes, but we were lucky and got the situation under control, with Senator Psio safe and all…” “Ah, right. About the Senator…” Reaver looked over at Pendant, hearing her pacemaker giving off a healthy beat. The female major had a mask around her mouth connected to an oxygen tank, supplying her the ever-important air. Some other tubes were connected into her arms, and the morphine had taken its strong effect. She wouldn’t be back in the line of duty for some time now. Reaver then realized that he was in the middle of the sentence, and continued, “I just came back from his heavily-fortified room. He’s recovering, as damaged as he was…his report of the situation is a very…it’s a very grave matter.” “Grave?” “Well, maybe not grave, but, it’s important nevertheless.” Reaver explained. ---/ It was just a few minutes ago. Two sergeants guarding the bullet-proof door of Psio’s infirmary room saluted the Colonel. One opened the door, allowing Reaver entry. When Reaver entered, the door was slowly shut, and before Reaver was the injured Senator recovering on a hospital bed, with a nurse beside him checking his pulse and all that nit-nat. Psio looked up at Reaver. The Senator wasn’t in such critical condition as Pendant. But unlike her, his skin had suffered much. Black and bruises were everywhere, even though his thick brown hair covered some up on his face. His right leg was broken, hanging above in a cast. It was amazing that the Senator had enough strength to chase after the Turban Man. Reaver saluted. Psio saluted back, then both lowered their arms at the same time. Psio looked up at the nurse, who had finished taking the required samples, “If you could please leave us alone…” “Yes, sir.” Reaver headed for the door. “Not you, Colonel.” Psio rolled his eyes. The attractive female nurse giggled and exited the room, laughing silently again as she passed Reaver. The Colonel walked over to the side of Psio’s bed, pulling up a chair that Psio pointed at. When he sat down, Psio didn’t look any happier, “How goes it, Colonel.” “Apparently I’m not doing a good enough job with you in this condition, sir.” “At least you admit a mistake that you’ve made.” Psio sighed, “Don’t sweat it. I should’ve been able to fend off that Turban Man. But then again, there were five of them…” Reaver looked concerned and confused at the same time, “Five of them?” “Yes, five.” After waiting for half a minute, Reaver asked the question he was expecting to get answered, “Who?” “Ex-Colonel Jaffar, Ex-Lt. Colonels Garet, Neo, Leon.” Reaver quoted the Senator. “Not true.” Reaver slightly looked over his shoulder, and saw Hystrix saluting behind him, “Sir.” “What was that, Lieutenant?” “Senator Psio must be mistaken. Colonel Jaffar along with Lt Colonel Neo, Jaffar, and Leon saved us, from that Turban Man, sir.” Hystrix continued to stand in the doorway with his garb over his face, “Lieutenant Bryars and Apocalypse were knocked out from the sudden and powerful collision to the ground that the Turban Man had summoned. But I was still awake, so I’m the only witness.” “Besides the Senator.” “Yes, besides the Senator, sir.” “Lieutenant, you are aware that I must put the word of a Senator over the word of any Military Officer.” “I am aware of that, sir. But Senator Psio is mistaken. Colonel Jaffar would never harm the Senator, nor does he have any intention to do so.” “Senator Psio was the one who was strongly against leaving Jaffar as the Colonel of the military with his ending performance. He felt that Jaffar was putting the city in danger, and the Senator’s own strong influence probably had made the other three Senators give in and discharge Jaffar.” “…I was unaware of that, sir. But, still…” Reaver gave a loud sigh in the middle of Hystrix’s sentence, “Look, Lieutenant. I’m sorry, but what the Senator says goes.” Hystrix changed his moody look, looking tired and given up. Reaver took the small victory and continued, “The Senator says that the Turban Man was some mysterious person that he had defended himself from. Apparently he and Jaffar are connected somehow, and wished to both kill the Senator. But they had an argument before killing Senator Psio…one so strong that the two started to fight themselves.” “Well, the Turban Man did threaten to kill Jaffar…” Hystrix thought back to the other night, “But isn’t it odd that he didn’t kill him? From my experience, I’d say he was a match for Jaffar.” “The Turban Man was out-manned, five top-ranking ex-officers to one man? Chances are slim. Then again, he did manage to…forget it.” The Colonel brushed off some dandruff he had on his shoulders, noticing that more than the quick glare Bryars gave him. “Anyway, Mr. Turban took off after he and Jaffar fought a couple bouts. Both managed to strike each other a couple times, to the point where Neo and Leon had to interfere with their fire-arms. The ex-officers followed via another path.” Hystrix nodded, understanding the situation. “So what are the orders from the General about this?” “All officers and soldiers and ordered that if they find any clues about Jaffar’s whereabouts or one of the others, that they report immediately to me. If they spot Jaffar themselves then they follow him. Basically the same orders given if Marcus and his crew are spotted…” “I’m sure either he or Leon will sense them if they follow.” Hystrix pointed at his skull cap, “They can read minds.” “Those are the orders.” The Colonel gave a small shrug. His calm expression then changed in a snap, “Lieutenant, you just said you saw Jaffar and the others? What do they look like now?” “Well, they…” Hystrix hesitated for a bit. He looked over at a small painting on the wall to avoid eye contact with Reaver, “…it’s foggy to me, sir. They all look pretty much the same if I recall correctly.” Reaver’s calm expression returned, he clearly did not believe a word Hystrix just said, “…alright. Thank you.” Reaver then looked over at the doped-up, snoozing Pendant. “Good day to you two. Good luck out there.” Hystrix took a step back to allow for Reaver to exit out the doorway, which the Colonel did. Hystrix then finally entered the room a few steps in, staring at Pendant. Bryars finally spoke up. “That was weird.” “Holy crap.” Hystrix quickly snapped his neck towards Bryars, whom simply blinked from Hystrix’s sudden yelp, “What?” “How long have you been sitting there for?” “…I’ve been here ever since Reaver came in.” “Oh.” Hystrix scratched the back of his head nervously. He then gained his confidence back rather quickly and pointed at a ceiling tile in an accusing way, “My Ninja skills must be weakening. Must be the aftermath of last night… Mr. Turban must’ve used some sort of curse on me…” “Um, right.” Bryars raised an eyebrow, he still hadn’t gotten used to Hystrix’s bizarre behavior. Bryars twiddled with his fingers a bit, expecting Hystrix to say something, but the only response he got was a room full of silence, excluding Pendant’s pacemaker giving off a healthy beat. “How does Jaffar and everyone look?” “Good.” --- Reaver meanwhile, had already entered his room. He put a hand inside his jacket and pulled out a small device, that looked like a miniature TV. He pressed a couple buttons as he walked up to his desk, and sat down on the large leather chair. He pulled open a drawer, and took out a folder while still keeping his eyes on the small screen. He opened the folder and pulled out a couple papers, and read them. The folder read, “MARCUS NAGIEJ” He hit a few more buttons on the device, reading what he was punching in from one of the documents. A profile for BobTheTomatao popped up. Reaver narrowed his eyes as he read it. “Marcus, you’re playing with fire.” --- |
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| Admin | Feb 13 2006, 03:37 PM Post #153 |
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There is a light that never goes out...
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Nice Leon, hmmm nice last name for Marcus. |
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| Apocalypse | Feb 13 2006, 03:49 PM Post #154 |
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Good update. Needs more cowbell. |
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| Mind Bomber | Feb 13 2006, 08:27 PM Post #155 |
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Nice stuff, shame Psio misinterpreted the role of Jafar and co. Update soon, or my Polkabots™ will storm your house, and destroy you. With polka. |
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| Leon | Feb 13 2006, 09:26 PM Post #156 |
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I was able to write two chapters. Praise me. Chapter 23 Zephyr yawned, over-looking the city of Fef atop an apartment building’s roof. It was mid-day, and quite boring for him. With no large HQ or large Anti-Boon group behind his back, he had to stay low – that meant no killing or starting fights for a while. He feared getting rusty with his skills. No way would Bob pick up a sword. Marcus continued to say that he had other things to do, busy, busy, busy. The guy was picking up old history with Mind Bomber, who in Zephyr’s opinion, blows chunks at close combat. And Bosco? Screw that. He hated the kid, even if he broke him out of jail. How humiliating, getting struck at by a fresh recruit of the military…even if he had gotten a lot better since then. Sparring with Marcus frequently gets you that. Marcus put time into training a new anti-boon member, rather than his strong Second Commander. “Screw this.” Zephyr moaned, he knew he was doing nothing, just staring out towards space. What was there to think about. He turned around, and headed for the stairs for their apartment. Zephyr suddenly gasped. A man with white, clean robes was standing before him. Zephyr recognized him, “You!!” It wasn’t the Turban Man. There was no Turban. Just a man with short blue hair, looking relatively like Hector from the Fire Emblem Series. But with robes. It was Rusty, the so called Hero of Fef. Rusty looked incredibly calm, as if he were asleep with his eyes open. Zephyr wasn’t like that at all at the moment, “I thought you were dead!” Zephyr said in misbelief. Rusty didn’t reply with words. He simply walked towards Zephyr slowly. Zephyr took a couple steps back, with a hint of fear in his steps, “Don’t come any closer!” He readied himself to draw his katana. Rusty stopped. He now held out his hand, pinching a small chain with two fingers. He held it before Zephyr, in a gesture that meant for Zephyr to take it. Connected to the chain was a small icon, two small wings intertwined with each other, outlined with hot pink colors. It looked like a heart at first glance. Zephyr stared at it in confusion, then back up at Rusty’s face, “What’s that?” Rusty didn’t answer. He never does. After a few moments of awkward silence, Rusty tossed the pendant towards Zephyr, who caught it, then stared at it on his palm. Zephyr wasn’t sure if he had seen this before, it was iffy to him. He looked up to see Rusty, “Hey—“ He was gone. All that was left was a white feather where he had stood. Zephyr stared at it in even more confusion, still holding the pendant. Next he knew, a strong breeze came, carrying the feather away into the sky. Zephyr stared at it for a few seconds, then continued towards the stairs. --- Bob was in a fair-sized apartment, containing the basic rooms. Bathroom, bedroom, living room combined with a small kitchen. He was currently in the bedroom, with a closet wide open. It had lots of shelves stocked full of technology – all kinds of beeping noises and keyboards. It all looked extremely complicated, and that’s what it was. Complicated. Bob heard a knock on the door. He paused from his work on technology and listened in on it. One tap, two taps, then a kick. He stood up and exited the bedroom, then looked through the eye-hole at the apartment entrance. There he saw Zephyr, who actually didn’t look aggravated or extremely bored. He actually looked concerned about something. Bob undid the couple locks on the door, and opened it. Zephyr stepped in, looking up at the scientist. “Hi.” “Whoa, someone is friendly today.” “Whatever.” Zephyr scratched his cheek, then looked around the unoccupied living room. “Where are the others?” “Some bar. Probably sparring at some abandoned warehouse too.” Bob shrugged, “Hey, look. I apologize that you have to stay here with me – must be really boring to protect someone like me who sits in a place all day, when you’ve been used to going all over the place.” “…It’s fine, Bob.” Zephyr nodded, in a calm voice. “Whoa.” Bob said under his breath. He was surprised with Zephyr’s calm behavior instead of his usual energy-spewing one. “Anyway, you can go around the vicinity if you want, I’ll call you on your cell if anything happens up here…” “Um, actually…I got something for you.” Zephyr reached into his pockets, and pulled out the pendant that Rusty had given him. When Bob saw it, his eyes expanded and he gasped. “You know what this is?” Zephyr asked, from the reaction Bob was giving him, it seemed likely. “Th-This is!!” Bob reached out his hands to take it. Zephyr released his grip on it, and Bob grabbed it, “Where’d you find this!?” “If I told you, I kinda doubt you’d believe me.” “Try me.” “Rusticious.” Bob had the same reaction when he saw the pendant for the first time. He looked incredibly surprised, as if someone just smacked him in the face with a waffle maker, “Are you serious?” “If I’m kidding around, it would’ve been funny, Bob.” Zephyr rolled his eyes. “I thought the man was dead, though!” “That makes the two of us.” “A-anyway, do you know what this is, Zephyr!?” Bob held the pendant as if it were his life, with extreme care, but with extreme passion as well. “Looks like something you’d find at a jewelry store, if you ask me.” Zephyr answered. “Much, much more!! This is something I myself designed! Co, Come quickly!” Bob dashed towards the bedroom. Zephyr followed. Bob was at the technology before Zephyr entered the room. He sat down at a keyboard, with a computer screen before him. He punched in a few codes, verified a password, then got to a home-page of some sort of program. Zephyr’s head exploded from the sight of the complicated-mess of it. Bob punched in a few more things, then kissed the pendant, and pushed it into a slot on the computer drive. It clicked in perfectly, and the computer buzzed a bit. The screen showed a loading page, and Bob explained while Zephyr was having trouble breathing, “This thing here…I don’t think I ever told you about Project Valkyrie, did I?” “Project Valkyrie?” “Apparently not. Look, when I was building boons for the military and all that stuff that you know about…I had to have something as a back-up in case they got out of control, see?” “And that was me, Marcus, and Mind Bomber, right?” “Well, you guys came a little late to the party…I had to use you guys as a last resort. I mean, I had to build something that would destroy all the boons in case something happened.” Bob did so many gestures with his hands while explaining it was a surprise he wasn’t Italian. “Then why didn’t you use it when that incident happened? Was it my charm?” Zephyr sarcastically asked. “Well…Project Valkyrie was taken from me. Before the incident, I showed Project Valkyrie to Rusticious and the others. They were impressed – but they wanted Valkyrie to be used as a weapon along with the boons. Hell, they wanted to replace the boons with Valkyries.” “But, Valkyrie is a much more powerful thing than a boon, right?” Zephyr asked, “Wouldn’t that be too dangerous?” “Exactly. One Valkyrie could wipe out an entire boon army. That’s why I refused and only built one Valkyrie. However, Rusticious took the project out of my hands. He took all of my data and blueprints, and started to make the project on his own with another group of scientists while I continued the Boon Project.” “Was he successful in creating other Valkyries?” “I’m not sure. I remember that I made one Valkyrie, but I didn’t have enough time to even make a codename for him or anything, Rusticious snatched him out of my hands. I forget a lot of things about the project…So really, if this Valkyrie still exists, then it can track down and destroy all boons. Good Lord, this can all be over…” “That still doesn’t answer my question of what the hell that pendant is.” “It acts as a remote, where I can tell where the Valkyrie is. Problem is, it’s kinda faulty…so it’s not foolproof. Hope to God it works though…” “Even if you find the Valkyrie, what good will that do? Not like you can control it.” Zephyr said. Bob turned towards the computer again. The loading screen was gone. A few more strokes of the keyboard, and he spoke, “I created it. Valkyries are foolproof, it completely knows my trace of DNA and all that stuff. I’m like its mother.” “Really? Why didn’t you do that to the boons, then?” “Actually, that was a lie. I just hope to God it recognizes me.” “Great.” Zephyr rolled his eyes again. A simple map showed up on the screen, showing the city of Fef. A blinking dot was shown at one spot. Bob pointed at it, “That’s where the Valkyrie is! Oh God! It-It might still be around! Thank you God!” “Wait a second!!” Zephyr leered at the screen, then slammed his finger on the dot. He examined the map once more, then his guess was correct, “According to this, that thing’s right here in this building!!” “What!?” Bob gasped, then nodded, “Y-you’re right! Oh God! Zooming in to 3-d building level…” Bob punched in more keys. The screen zoomed in on the building, and stared at it at a 3-dish level. Now it showed the basic skeleton of the building. The blinking dot looked like a Pac-Man, going through a corridor. “It’s on our floor! It’s moving!” Bob exclaimed. “SHIT!” Zephyr yelled, “What the hell do we do!?” “This must be some sort of glitch!” Bob pointed at the dot, “It’s in front of our room now!” Zephyr and Bob swore they had to change their pants as they heard the door knock. They didn’t want to believe they heard it, but when they stared at each other, they knew they weren’t pretending it. Zephyr dashed to the door. Bob did also. Zephyr peeked in through the eye-hole, and a feeling of relief over-came him. “Must be a glitch. It’s Marcus.” Zephyr opened the door, and Marcus entered with a smile on. “Hmn. Maybe it picked up the amount of boons Marcus had killed, and traced him out…got a lot of boon blood stained on you, I’d bet.” Bob blankly said. “What the hell are you two talking about?” Marcus asked, with a confused look on his face. |
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| Admin | Feb 13 2006, 09:42 PM Post #157 |
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SO even Marcus gets confused neh? |
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| Feez | Feb 13 2006, 09:45 PM Post #158 |
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Ebullient Future
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Holy crap. |
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| Neo | Feb 13 2006, 09:51 PM Post #159 |
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Tits and Ass
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Marcus is a woman. Har. |
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| Guru | Feb 14 2006, 03:50 PM Post #160 |
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OBJECTION
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Lol this is insane, is there anyway I can get in the story lolz.? |
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| cool story bro | Feb 14 2006, 04:06 PM Post #161 |
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Holy crap. |
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| Bosceon | Feb 14 2006, 07:17 PM Post #162 |
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FUCK! WRITE MORE!!! MORE!!! I'm friggin addicted now. ;_; |
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| Mind Bomber | Feb 14 2006, 10:05 PM Post #163 |
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Marcus a valkyrie... Does that mean he has to sing opera? Great chapter, but my Polkabots remain on standby. Do not make me engage them... |
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| Feez | Feb 14 2006, 10:11 PM Post #164 |
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Ebullient Future
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Holy crap. |
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| cool story bro | Feb 15 2006, 04:53 PM Post #165 |
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FUCK! WRITE MORE!!! MORE!!! I'm friggin addicted now. ;_; |
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