"Holy crap!" The Mithril pilot shouted. "I've never seen a bug that big before." He turned on the wipers, but the thing wouldn't move.
"Hey, stop that!" dd said, coming into the cabin unannounced. "That's NOT a bug." He did a doubletake. He cursed. It WAS him. "You owe an apology to bugs everywhere. That's pilot03."
"And THAT looks to be a nuke strapped to his back!" Melissa said, joining the impromptu gathering. "I say we get the bastard off of the plane."
"You mean the nuke, don't you" dd said, uneasy at the look in Mao's eyes.
"Sure. That too."
dd went over to the windcreen, mouthing the words to pilot03. "Lose the bomb, or they're going to lose you."
A buzzer went off on the console.
"SHIT!!! Threat detector. Unknown bogies coming in on our heals." The Mithril pilot hoped he was all paid up on his life insurance premiums.
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Suddenly draged below by a unknowen factor CPOK points his gun in the direction of the threat. It turns out to be Sargent Sargara. CPOK grins. "We meet at last Sargent. Don't you know its not nice to point a gun at a higher ranking person than yourself eh? Cause you probably don't know this fact, but I am a Chief Petty Officer in the Royal Australian Navy, NOW GET THAT GUN OUT OF MY FACE!" As a show of faith CPOK lowers his weapon, and shows the sargent his ID card.
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I was taught to kill, not to make them look pritty for a casket funeral. -me
C makes it easy to shoot yourself in the foot. C++ makes it harder, but when you do, it blows away your whole leg." -- Bjarne Stroustrup
Souske looked at CPOK with a look that said he was unconvinced. Unconvinced that a rank in the armed forces of any sovereign nation had any bearing in comparison to his station in Mithril. Could you even meet the standards of my group? Unconvinced that this man was someone worth trusting. I do not have a lot of choice in this situation. He would give the man the benefit of the doubt. If he proved himself to be a coward, he would leave him to his own fate. If he turned out to be someone playing at being a soldier, he would end the game very quickly. If he got in Sousuke's way---if he endangered Kaname or Captain Testarossa---he would do whatever the situation called for. Whatever.
"I am Sosuke Sagara. You make it sound as if you know me, or somehow expected to meet me. I am at a disadvantage. Please explain."
Both men heard a sound that signalled a significant change in parameters and a whole new set of opportunities. The landing gear were lowering.
After the slight bounce, accentuated in the cargo well, the aircraft gradually slowed to a halt.
"Further discussions will have to wait. It is time to move---while we still can." Sousuke gave his weapons a quick once over.
"I am Sosuke Sagara. You make it sound as if you know me, or somehow expected to meet me. I am at a disadvantage. Please explain."
Both men heard a sound that signalled a significant change in parameters and a whole new set of opportunities. The landing gear were lowering.
After the slight bounce, accentuated in the cargo well, the aircraft gradually slowed to a halt.
"Further discussions will have to wait. It is time to move---while we still can." Sousuke gave his weapons a quick once over.
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...during all the craziness...
HELLFIRE suddenly woke up, realizing he'd dozed off. What the hell!!
he wondered. Groggy... a sedative, maybe? He looked up to
see Taurec and CPOK and someone else he couldn't quite pin
down standing togther? "Perhaps I can be of some help gentlemen?
Who might you be, young sir?"
He stood at attention. "Sagara Sousuke, Sergeant..."
"...affiliated with Mithril, assigned to Pacific A.O.O., under the command
of..." HELLFIRE stopped, realizing his knack of reciting facts off the top
of his head would yet be the end of him one day...
"Uh, guys..."
HELLFIRE reached into his pocket and pulled out a sheet of ordinary paper.
"Oh great... origami at a TIME LIKE THIS?!?!"
"No... something I've ALWAYS wanted to try." HELLFIRE made a deft
flick ofhis wrist, slicing a cargo container in two. "Good... haven't lost it yet."
A loud scream erupted from the ladder above.
"SSSSSSSOOOOOOUSKE!!!"
For some reason, the imperturbable sergeant suddenly went very pale.
* * *
Gaulun regarded the dead form of the pilot, then the outside. Though
the plane was safe on the ground, he'd anticipated problems, so
had placed additional...personal safeguards, just in case.
His hands closed around the final safeguard hidden in his pocket.
He never feared death, but to die alone...
* * *
The assembled forum members in the cargo hold stood and watched in stupefication
as Kaname suddenly whipped out her traemark halisen and was
on one hand letting loose at Setting 11 on the Sergeant, while on
the other keeping a VERY irrate and determined captain from stopping
her from venting her rage.
"YOU STUPID F***ING SICK OTAKU BLASTED...!!"
"YOU KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY PERSONNEL, KANAME-SAN!!"
"YOU SHUT UP, YOU..."
"YOU WANT TO SETTLE THIS RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW? BRING IT ON!!"
Someone yelled "CATFIGHT!" from the background.
HELLFIRE: "Sousuke... which would you rather prefer right now. An
interrogation by normal methods, or getting caught inbetween these two
lovely ladies duking it out over you?" *wry grin*
Fixed, happy?
Chalk it up to watching six of the WHACKIEST eps of Excel Saga before hopping onto the board -H
HELLFIRE suddenly woke up, realizing he'd dozed off. What the hell!!
he wondered. Groggy... a sedative, maybe? He looked up to
see Taurec and CPOK and someone else he couldn't quite pin
down standing togther? "Perhaps I can be of some help gentlemen?
Who might you be, young sir?"
He stood at attention. "Sagara Sousuke, Sergeant..."
"...affiliated with Mithril, assigned to Pacific A.O.O., under the command
of..." HELLFIRE stopped, realizing his knack of reciting facts off the top
of his head would yet be the end of him one day...
"Uh, guys..."
HELLFIRE reached into his pocket and pulled out a sheet of ordinary paper.
"Oh great... origami at a TIME LIKE THIS?!?!"
"No... something I've ALWAYS wanted to try." HELLFIRE made a deft
flick ofhis wrist, slicing a cargo container in two. "Good... haven't lost it yet."
A loud scream erupted from the ladder above.
"SSSSSSSOOOOOOUSKE!!!"
For some reason, the imperturbable sergeant suddenly went very pale.
* * *
Gaulun regarded the dead form of the pilot, then the outside. Though
the plane was safe on the ground, he'd anticipated problems, so
had placed additional...personal safeguards, just in case.
His hands closed around the final safeguard hidden in his pocket.
He never feared death, but to die alone...
* * *
The assembled forum members in the cargo hold stood and watched in stupefication
as Kaname suddenly whipped out her traemark halisen and was
on one hand letting loose at Setting 11 on the Sergeant, while on
the other keeping a VERY irrate and determined captain from stopping
her from venting her rage.
"YOU STUPID F***ING SICK OTAKU BLASTED...!!"
"YOU KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY PERSONNEL, KANAME-SAN!!"
"YOU SHUT UP, YOU..."
"YOU WANT TO SETTLE THIS RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW? BRING IT ON!!"
Someone yelled "CATFIGHT!" from the background.
HELLFIRE: "Sousuke... which would you rather prefer right now. An
interrogation by normal methods, or getting caught inbetween these two
lovely ladies duking it out over you?" *wry grin*
Fixed, happy?
Chalk it up to watching six of the WHACKIEST eps of Excel Saga before hopping onto the board -H
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"Can I help you?, "you know this section is.." she broke off her sentence as the man walked towards her and nodded, "I think you can Captain".
Tessa looked down, "I haven't been called Captain in 4 years," Wha..what do you want?"
He gave her a devious grin, "I'm here to make sure you keep your promise."
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"Can I help you?, "you know this section is.." she broke off her sentence as the man walked towards her and nodded, "I think you can Captain".
Tessa looked down, "I haven't been called Captain in 4 years," Wha..what do you want?"
He gave her a devious grin, "I'm here to make sure you keep your promise."
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HELLFIRE sat on a cargo container, idly making progressively more
complex forms with his supply of paper. "So, let me get this straight.
Gaulun drugged everyone on the plane, sent it into a dive... Mithril's
got it's premiere otaku agent, ALONG with his two love interests," --
he spared a glance at Sousuke's less-than-successful attempt at inserting
himself between the two warring girls -- "and their friends. Pilot03
just took a 25,000ft skydiving trip -- Tau, we gotta raise a round to
Pilot at the bar if we get out of this. CPOK, you had an actual run-in
with Sousuke before?... Did I miss anything?"
"Oh, right. We seem to have landed safely enough, but damned if we
know what's going on or where the hell we are..."
* * *
Gaulun exited the cockpit, muttering to himself under his breath. "No,
I will NOT let it end this way! It will NOT!!"
He saw the effects of the anesthetic in the plane's on-board air conditioning
was still affecting the passengers... at least that stuff was still
working... he'd paid enough to obtain it. "Kashim... KASHIM!! KASHIM!!"
His voice raised progressively louder as he stalked towards the rear of
the plane, towards a ladder leading to the cargo hold. "I can smeeeeell
you...!!"
* * *
"Gaulun's coming...!"
"YOU SHUT UP SOUSUKE... I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!!" Kaname
had her halisen inmid swing, and DAMNED if Sousuke was going to
get out of getting his due for putting her through this ordeal again...
"WAIT, Kaname-san! If Gaulun is here, THAT takes precidence over..."
"She is right, Kaname. Please, put your fan down. We have the rest
of the passengers to consider here."
A crackling from somewhere in the cargo hold caught everyone's attention.
"...ey...ear...peat...Thi...o...suke...ome in..."
"What was that?"
"Help's here." Sousuke said.
complex forms with his supply of paper. "So, let me get this straight.
Gaulun drugged everyone on the plane, sent it into a dive... Mithril's
got it's premiere otaku agent, ALONG with his two love interests," --
he spared a glance at Sousuke's less-than-successful attempt at inserting
himself between the two warring girls -- "and their friends. Pilot03
just took a 25,000ft skydiving trip -- Tau, we gotta raise a round to
Pilot at the bar if we get out of this. CPOK, you had an actual run-in
with Sousuke before?... Did I miss anything?"
"Oh, right. We seem to have landed safely enough, but damned if we
know what's going on or where the hell we are..."
* * *
Gaulun exited the cockpit, muttering to himself under his breath. "No,
I will NOT let it end this way! It will NOT!!"
He saw the effects of the anesthetic in the plane's on-board air conditioning
was still affecting the passengers... at least that stuff was still
working... he'd paid enough to obtain it. "Kashim... KASHIM!! KASHIM!!"
His voice raised progressively louder as he stalked towards the rear of
the plane, towards a ladder leading to the cargo hold. "I can smeeeeell
you...!!"
* * *
"Gaulun's coming...!"
"YOU SHUT UP SOUSUKE... I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!!" Kaname
had her halisen inmid swing, and DAMNED if Sousuke was going to
get out of getting his due for putting her through this ordeal again...
"WAIT, Kaname-san! If Gaulun is here, THAT takes precidence over..."
"She is right, Kaname. Please, put your fan down. We have the rest
of the passengers to consider here."
A crackling from somewhere in the cargo hold caught everyone's attention.
"...ey...ear...peat...Thi...o...suke...ome in..."
"What was that?"
"Help's here." Sousuke said.
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CPOK passes a small note to the Sargent to prove he is the real deal and not some wannabe. the note says "Sousuke Sagara. Age 17. Rank Sargent. Orginasation: Mithril. Been a soldier since age 8. Current assignment, protect Kaname Chidiori who is rumored to be one of the whispered."
As Sousuke turns pale, CPOK excuses himself to go secure his objective. To make sure Kyouko is safe.
CPOK makes a small pitstop via a container go grab his gear and heads off to rescue Kyouko. CPOK pops up behind Kyouko quietly and drags her and Shinji below without a noise. He shows them his military ID to keep them from screaming there lungs out. He also sees a oppitunaty. He passes Shinji his pistol and asks him to cover him. CPOK sneeks up on a stewardess who has her back towards him and takes her prisoner quickly and quietly. CPOK also drags her below. CPOK, Kyouko, Shinji and the stewardess head back to Sousuke and gang. "Look who I managed to save and take prisoner eh?" CPOK shoves the prisoner against a create and suggests she starts talking or she will end up like the other 2 stewards he killed.
As Sousuke turns pale, CPOK excuses himself to go secure his objective. To make sure Kyouko is safe.
CPOK makes a small pitstop via a container go grab his gear and heads off to rescue Kyouko. CPOK pops up behind Kyouko quietly and drags her and Shinji below without a noise. He shows them his military ID to keep them from screaming there lungs out. He also sees a oppitunaty. He passes Shinji his pistol and asks him to cover him. CPOK sneeks up on a stewardess who has her back towards him and takes her prisoner quickly and quietly. CPOK also drags her below. CPOK, Kyouko, Shinji and the stewardess head back to Sousuke and gang. "Look who I managed to save and take prisoner eh?" CPOK shoves the prisoner against a create and suggests she starts talking or she will end up like the other 2 stewards he killed.
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I was taught to kill, not to make them look pritty for a casket funeral. -me
C makes it easy to shoot yourself in the foot. C++ makes it harder, but when you do, it blows away your whole leg." -- Bjarne Stroustrup
I was taught to kill, not to make them look pritty for a casket funeral. -me
C makes it easy to shoot yourself in the foot. C++ makes it harder, but when you do, it blows away your whole leg." -- Bjarne Stroustrup
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...emphasizes CPOK's 'request' with a storm of papersheet projectiles
flung at the stewardess
"Sousuke, I leave the interrogation in your capable hands"
* * *
// Meanwhile in the Globemaster
"Okay, people... looks like the plane's on the runway. It's been surrounded...
nothing's coming out. Nothing I can see visually yet. BTW, ETA
on the SEAL squad's in 15 minutes. They're coming in low, under the
radar... Gawd, they gotta have a pilot with nerves of steel to try NOE*
tactics in a C-2. What's the plan?"
*NOE = Nape Of the Earth
flung at the stewardess
"Sousuke, I leave the interrogation in your capable hands"
* * *
// Meanwhile in the Globemaster
"Okay, people... looks like the plane's on the runway. It's been surrounded...
nothing's coming out. Nothing I can see visually yet. BTW, ETA
on the SEAL squad's in 15 minutes. They're coming in low, under the
radar... Gawd, they gotta have a pilot with nerves of steel to try NOE*
tactics in a C-2. What's the plan?"
*NOE = Nape Of the Earth
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"Weber! Get your sorry ass in the second M9. I'm taking the first. We'll leave the third as a spare---for Sousuke, or for one of us if our A.S. gets shot out from under our ass." Melissa, wearing her pilot's suit, climbed up into her machine, closed the hatch, and began startup procedures.
"Ta ta, ladies" Kurz said, waving to the stewardeses. They ignored him, busily diagraming their strategies. "Let me show you what a real man can do." He too climbed into the belly of the beast.
Pilot03 had detached his nuke, sending it to parts unknown. He was now hanging on for dear life. One wiper broke off where he was holding on to it. His fingers were bleading, but he still had a grip on another wiper blade.
Walking back from the cockpit, and seeing that the two Mithril pilots were mounted, dd had a crazy idea. "Let's see what it's like in that thing. They're too busy to stop me...." Climbing into the remaining M9, he was overewhelmed by its complexity. "Hell, it never looked this busy on the anime."
WE'RE GOING IN. FRIENDLIES HAVE SPLASHED THE BOGIES, BUT THE TRIPLE-A IS SMOKIN,' AND WE HAVE RADAR LOCK FROM SOME SAMS. I HOPE THERE'S A COUPLE OF WILD WEASELS IN THE AREA, OR WE MIGHT COME DOWN THE HARD WAY. SMOKE'EM IF YOU GOT'EM BOYS AND GIRLS.
The plane came in fast and low. dd realized why the Arm Slaves were sitting on large sleds. The canvas wrapped material at the head of each platform must be a chute. The pilots are going to do a quick touchdown, kick out the M9s, then come around for the landing after the A.S.s clear the area.
The rear hatch opened slowly.
"Too late to get out now. If I don't figure things out soon, I'll be a sitting duck." Putting his arms into the waldos, dd inadvertantly started the left arm moving. A loud ringing noise was heard as the M9 banged on the cargo bay wall. The plane lurched slightly to the side.
HEY! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON BACK THERE. I THOUGHT YOU TWO WERE PROFESSIONALS. HOLD TIGHT. IT'S PARTY TIME....
One by one, the pallets slid out of the plane and onto the runway.
"Ta ta, ladies" Kurz said, waving to the stewardeses. They ignored him, busily diagraming their strategies. "Let me show you what a real man can do." He too climbed into the belly of the beast.
Pilot03 had detached his nuke, sending it to parts unknown. He was now hanging on for dear life. One wiper broke off where he was holding on to it. His fingers were bleading, but he still had a grip on another wiper blade.
Walking back from the cockpit, and seeing that the two Mithril pilots were mounted, dd had a crazy idea. "Let's see what it's like in that thing. They're too busy to stop me...." Climbing into the remaining M9, he was overewhelmed by its complexity. "Hell, it never looked this busy on the anime."
WE'RE GOING IN. FRIENDLIES HAVE SPLASHED THE BOGIES, BUT THE TRIPLE-A IS SMOKIN,' AND WE HAVE RADAR LOCK FROM SOME SAMS. I HOPE THERE'S A COUPLE OF WILD WEASELS IN THE AREA, OR WE MIGHT COME DOWN THE HARD WAY. SMOKE'EM IF YOU GOT'EM BOYS AND GIRLS.
The plane came in fast and low. dd realized why the Arm Slaves were sitting on large sleds. The canvas wrapped material at the head of each platform must be a chute. The pilots are going to do a quick touchdown, kick out the M9s, then come around for the landing after the A.S.s clear the area.
The rear hatch opened slowly.
"Too late to get out now. If I don't figure things out soon, I'll be a sitting duck." Putting his arms into the waldos, dd inadvertantly started the left arm moving. A loud ringing noise was heard as the M9 banged on the cargo bay wall. The plane lurched slightly to the side.
HEY! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON BACK THERE. I THOUGHT YOU TWO WERE PROFESSIONALS. HOLD TIGHT. IT'S PARTY TIME....
One by one, the pallets slid out of the plane and onto the runway.
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Gaulun's nonstop banging on the hatch to the cargo hold strangely
had the sound of Doomsday gongs to it. "KASHIM!! <bang> KASHIM!!
<bang> KASHIM!! <bang>..."
"I KNNNNNOW YOU'RRRE IN THEEEERE!! KAAAAASHIM!!"
* * *
Kaname screamed as another bang sounded on the door.
"I'd give real money if he'd just shut up and DIE!!"
"Kaname-san, please keep calm." Ren said, her voice showing
no sign of fear or anything else.
"Kana-chan!"
"Chidori-san!"
Tessa was huddled with them, speaking into the sat-radio Mithril
had conveninetly loaded into the plane's cargo hold. Right
now she had it tuned to the proper channel and could speak
clearly with whoever was on the other end.
"Say again... say again... this is Danaan-01, ID# 0256..."
"Ahh... roger that Danaan-01, this is CKUA, Easy Listening for
Anchorage, Alaska. For the grand prize round trip for two to Hawaii,
what was the name of the band that scored in the 60s with their chart-
topper "Highway to Hell"?
"Tessa! I thought you knew HOW to work that radio!!" Kaname screamed.
"It's a complicated piece of machinery a child like you wouldn't understand!!"
"WHAT was that?!"
* * *
HELLFIRE found himself unable to keep his control over the wall of paper
holding the door from Gaulun's persistent hammering. Behind him,
Taurec cracked his knuckles, while CPOK and Sousuke hand their guns aimed
at the door... ready for if and when Gaulun broke thru.
"Uh, guys... I can't hold him forever... we got a plan here?"
"Kick his ass?" answered CPOK
"Serve you up as his sacrifice?" answered Taurec
"Thanks... nice to know I can rely on friends here..."
* * *
"Kana-chan! Please! Stop!"
"NOT UNTIL I SHUT THIS UPPETY B***H UP!!"
"YOU'RE WELCOME TO TRY!!"
Tessa and Kaname were locked in a close-quarters struggle, right next
to the sat-radio. "Ahh... Danaan-01, I'm still waiting for your
reply... hello...?"
* * *
"Oh yeah... uh-huh... Kurz-man's gonna... uh-huh... rock your world!"
"Kurz!"
"Hey, come on, Sis. You know I need my music to get into the mood!"
"You don't take this seriously, me dumping you're entire music
collection into the Mariaanas Trench is going to be the LEAST of
your worries!"
"Oy oy... hey, Sis. Didn't you say the third suit was for Sousuke?"
"Yeah... why?"
"Uh... check your 10 o'clock"
* * *
"Okay, okay... keep calm, keep calm" dd kept saying over and over to
himself. "If they can do this in anime, so can I! Umm... how do you
work this thing again?"
A bright screen flashed up saying "Press here, stupid!"
"Okay." he did
"YOU IDIOT!
Press F1 to goto help, Press F2 to Cancel"
* * *
Gaulun, his patience quite exhausted, whipped out his gun and
started firing at the door to little effect. "KASHIM!!"
"KASHIM!! WHEN I GET THROUGH THIS DOOR I WILL...!!"
In greater frustration, he pulled an MP-5, then a Remington 12-guage,
then an M-60.... all had greater and greater effect on the door, but
little else beyond it.
"WHO WRITES THIS STUFF?!?!?! I AM THE GOD OF EVILNESS!! I
_ALWAYS_ WIN!!"
* * *
"Negative Urz-2, I have no contact with Urz-7."
"Try another band!
"Oh, I got your band here, man!"
"Kurz! So help me...!"
"Danaan-01, Danaan-01... come in! I say again, Urz-2 and -6
on ground, approaching your coordinates! They need a SITREP
A-SAP!"
had the sound of Doomsday gongs to it. "KASHIM!! <bang> KASHIM!!
<bang> KASHIM!! <bang>..."
"I KNNNNNOW YOU'RRRE IN THEEEERE!! KAAAAASHIM!!"
* * *
Kaname screamed as another bang sounded on the door.
"I'd give real money if he'd just shut up and DIE!!"
"Kaname-san, please keep calm." Ren said, her voice showing
no sign of fear or anything else.
"Kana-chan!"
"Chidori-san!"
Tessa was huddled with them, speaking into the sat-radio Mithril
had conveninetly loaded into the plane's cargo hold. Right
now she had it tuned to the proper channel and could speak
clearly with whoever was on the other end.
"Say again... say again... this is Danaan-01, ID# 0256..."
"Ahh... roger that Danaan-01, this is CKUA, Easy Listening for
Anchorage, Alaska. For the grand prize round trip for two to Hawaii,
what was the name of the band that scored in the 60s with their chart-
topper "Highway to Hell"?
"Tessa! I thought you knew HOW to work that radio!!" Kaname screamed.
"It's a complicated piece of machinery a child like you wouldn't understand!!"
"WHAT was that?!"
* * *
HELLFIRE found himself unable to keep his control over the wall of paper
holding the door from Gaulun's persistent hammering. Behind him,
Taurec cracked his knuckles, while CPOK and Sousuke hand their guns aimed
at the door... ready for if and when Gaulun broke thru.
"Uh, guys... I can't hold him forever... we got a plan here?"
"Kick his ass?" answered CPOK
"Serve you up as his sacrifice?" answered Taurec
"Thanks... nice to know I can rely on friends here..."
* * *
"Kana-chan! Please! Stop!"
"NOT UNTIL I SHUT THIS UPPETY B***H UP!!"
"YOU'RE WELCOME TO TRY!!"
Tessa and Kaname were locked in a close-quarters struggle, right next
to the sat-radio. "Ahh... Danaan-01, I'm still waiting for your
reply... hello...?"
* * *
"Oh yeah... uh-huh... Kurz-man's gonna... uh-huh... rock your world!"
"Kurz!"
"Hey, come on, Sis. You know I need my music to get into the mood!"
"You don't take this seriously, me dumping you're entire music
collection into the Mariaanas Trench is going to be the LEAST of
your worries!"
"Oy oy... hey, Sis. Didn't you say the third suit was for Sousuke?"
"Yeah... why?"
"Uh... check your 10 o'clock"
* * *
"Okay, okay... keep calm, keep calm" dd kept saying over and over to
himself. "If they can do this in anime, so can I! Umm... how do you
work this thing again?"
A bright screen flashed up saying "Press here, stupid!"
"Okay." he did
"YOU IDIOT!
Press F1 to goto help, Press F2 to Cancel"* * *
Gaulun, his patience quite exhausted, whipped out his gun and
started firing at the door to little effect. "KASHIM!!"
"KASHIM!! WHEN I GET THROUGH THIS DOOR I WILL...!!"
In greater frustration, he pulled an MP-5, then a Remington 12-guage,
then an M-60.... all had greater and greater effect on the door, but
little else beyond it.
"WHO WRITES THIS STUFF?!?!?! I AM THE GOD OF EVILNESS!! I
_ALWAYS_ WIN!!"
* * *
"Negative Urz-2, I have no contact with Urz-7."
"Try another band!
"Oh, I got your band here, man!"
"Kurz! So help me...!"
"Danaan-01, Danaan-01... come in! I say again, Urz-2 and -6
on ground, approaching your coordinates! They need a SITREP
A-SAP!"
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"Shit!" dd was not happy. This should be exciting. Fun. Exhilarating. Instead, he had to learn on the fly. Too damn many computer functions necessary. Why not just a joystic, a crosshair, and some triggers.
Headphones on, one of his favorite discs pumped out some nasty tunes. If HELLFIRE catches wind about this and makes even a single Iron Eagle crack, he's going to catch a monomolecular cutter upside the head. I can claim inexperience with this machine.
"Damn it all." He was learning quickly, but he still had images of Tessa learning how to use an M6 in one of the FMP episodes. "Well, I'll never catch up with Mao and Weber. I'll leave pacification up to them. I think I'll see if I can cut a hole in a side of that airliner." It would cause a lot of havoc if I just started cutting. Better knock first. I'm not Houdini...can't put anyone back together after sawing them in half.
"Cart before the horse dd!" Somebody somewhere was sending medium ATGMs in his direction. By sheer luck he managed to avoid the first lot, but there could be more on the way. "Great. Just frickin' great." The threat detector had picked up a flight of helicopters. Werewolves. KA50 Hokum As. Vikhrs ATGMs. 30mm gun. Oh boy! "Guess I have to make it to the plane in one piece, right?"
Headphones on, one of his favorite discs pumped out some nasty tunes. If HELLFIRE catches wind about this and makes even a single Iron Eagle crack, he's going to catch a monomolecular cutter upside the head. I can claim inexperience with this machine.
"Damn it all." He was learning quickly, but he still had images of Tessa learning how to use an M6 in one of the FMP episodes. "Well, I'll never catch up with Mao and Weber. I'll leave pacification up to them. I think I'll see if I can cut a hole in a side of that airliner." It would cause a lot of havoc if I just started cutting. Better knock first. I'm not Houdini...can't put anyone back together after sawing them in half.
"Cart before the horse dd!" Somebody somewhere was sending medium ATGMs in his direction. By sheer luck he managed to avoid the first lot, but there could be more on the way. "Great. Just frickin' great." The threat detector had picked up a flight of helicopters. Werewolves. KA50 Hokum As. Vikhrs ATGMs. 30mm gun. Oh boy! "Guess I have to make it to the plane in one piece, right?"
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Belisarius
- Catapult
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Just to let you know the SEAL team is on board the TDD. 
Tuatha de Danaan
A briefing between the members of the de Danaan's SRT and the embarked SEAL team. The SEALs would provide the puch while the ground SRT would secure the airliner. The AS would provide additional support when needed.
Lt Browers of the SRT AS spoke up. "Sir, I remeber when Guaron had that special AS that only Souske AS'scould take out. Who is going to pilot it?"
Mardukas spoke "We had thought of launching it on autopilot but with all the traffic in the area, it could be taken out before Sergant Sagara got to it. I believe that Major Kalinin has that answer."
Kalinin thus spoke, " Only one person in this room has a chance to work the Arbalest." He looked at the SEAL Leiutantant, "and that would be you, Leftentant Wallace." Everbody in the room looked at a wide eyed Belisarius.
"We go now. Get your stuff, people. Dismissed." Mardukas barked.
Clint, the com guy for the SEALS, went over to the stuned Bel, "Well, you get to pilot the beauty, Boss. Good Luck." He walked out joining the rest of the rescue force in the hanger bay.
Belisarius was now in the AS suit standing before Arbalest when Kalinin walked up to him.
" A beauty isn't he?" spoke the Russian
Bel relaized who it was, turned and saluted the Russian. " It is a honor to met you, sir."
"The honor is all mine, Leftentant." he saluted. "You are probably wondering how you can operate this machine?" Bel nodded his Head. "Because we know that you are one of the few. I know that you have tried to keep this from everyone for fear of what others may try to do, however I don't have much choice. I'd like to be able to keep your secret but........."
"This might be the only way to complete the operation sucessfully without further incident. I know just don't like the other voices in my head. Time to acquanted with AL, right? That is the AIs name, right?" said Bel.
"Perparing to Surface" said the intercomm.
Kalinin nodded and stepped back as Bel got on the gantry to the AS. Bel got into the cockpit of the AS and started her up.
First, the AI started up. Then it spoke. "Authorization for complete activation needed. State name?"
" Wallace, Belisarius. Lieutenant, Junior Grade, United States Navy Seals, Serial number 557532027."
"You are not Sagara."
"That is an affirmative."
"Why are you in here?"
"We have a hostage situation involving WMDs and Sergant Sagara can not be found. I been selected to take his place fro the time being." said Belisarius.
"You do not have proper clearance for..."
" I know that AL, but the world peace hangs in the balance. Guaron is alive and has taken hostages, Souske can not be found, and you mightbe the only mecha that has the equipment to beat him."
"Why you?"
"Some people think I have a knack for doing the unexpected. I don't know, However I will not do nothing and allow that maniac to win"
"'All it takes for evil to triumphant is for good men to do nothing.' Activation accepted. Wallace, Belisarius accepted as backup pilot. Do you want the Lambda driver to engaged?" queryed the AI.
" No. Lest get up to the flight deck." responded Belisarius.
As the flight pack was attached to the back of the ARX-7, Belisarius thought about all the bad thing about piloting a AS. However it all changed when he got on to the Catpult and launched into the nightsky.
Not many times are you in the most powerful weapon system in the world. Savor it , Bel. Hell is about to great you.
Tuatha de Danaan
A briefing between the members of the de Danaan's SRT and the embarked SEAL team. The SEALs would provide the puch while the ground SRT would secure the airliner. The AS would provide additional support when needed.
Lt Browers of the SRT AS spoke up. "Sir, I remeber when Guaron had that special AS that only Souske AS'scould take out. Who is going to pilot it?"
Mardukas spoke "We had thought of launching it on autopilot but with all the traffic in the area, it could be taken out before Sergant Sagara got to it. I believe that Major Kalinin has that answer."
Kalinin thus spoke, " Only one person in this room has a chance to work the Arbalest." He looked at the SEAL Leiutantant, "and that would be you, Leftentant Wallace." Everbody in the room looked at a wide eyed Belisarius.
"We go now. Get your stuff, people. Dismissed." Mardukas barked.
Clint, the com guy for the SEALS, went over to the stuned Bel, "Well, you get to pilot the beauty, Boss. Good Luck." He walked out joining the rest of the rescue force in the hanger bay.
Belisarius was now in the AS suit standing before Arbalest when Kalinin walked up to him.
" A beauty isn't he?" spoke the Russian
Bel relaized who it was, turned and saluted the Russian. " It is a honor to met you, sir."
"The honor is all mine, Leftentant." he saluted. "You are probably wondering how you can operate this machine?" Bel nodded his Head. "Because we know that you are one of the few. I know that you have tried to keep this from everyone for fear of what others may try to do, however I don't have much choice. I'd like to be able to keep your secret but........."
"This might be the only way to complete the operation sucessfully without further incident. I know just don't like the other voices in my head. Time to acquanted with AL, right? That is the AIs name, right?" said Bel.
"Perparing to Surface" said the intercomm.
Kalinin nodded and stepped back as Bel got on the gantry to the AS. Bel got into the cockpit of the AS and started her up.
First, the AI started up. Then it spoke. "Authorization for complete activation needed. State name?"
" Wallace, Belisarius. Lieutenant, Junior Grade, United States Navy Seals, Serial number 557532027."
"You are not Sagara."
"That is an affirmative."
"Why are you in here?"
"We have a hostage situation involving WMDs and Sergant Sagara can not be found. I been selected to take his place fro the time being." said Belisarius.
"You do not have proper clearance for..."
" I know that AL, but the world peace hangs in the balance. Guaron is alive and has taken hostages, Souske can not be found, and you mightbe the only mecha that has the equipment to beat him."
"Why you?"
"Some people think I have a knack for doing the unexpected. I don't know, However I will not do nothing and allow that maniac to win"
"'All it takes for evil to triumphant is for good men to do nothing.' Activation accepted. Wallace, Belisarius accepted as backup pilot. Do you want the Lambda driver to engaged?" queryed the AI.
" No. Lest get up to the flight deck." responded Belisarius.
As the flight pack was attached to the back of the ARX-7, Belisarius thought about all the bad thing about piloting a AS. However it all changed when he got on to the Catpult and launched into the nightsky.
Not many times are you in the most powerful weapon system in the world. Savor it , Bel. Hell is about to great you.
".... that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion - that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain..."
exerpt from Abe Lincoln's Gettysburg Address.
exerpt from Abe Lincoln's Gettysburg Address.
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HELLFIRE
- Rezident GunBunny
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"Uh... guys?" HELLFIRE's barrier of paper had FINALLY given way to
Gaulun's persistence, and he was now in the cargo hold, advancing
unstoppably.
"Me first. I've always wanted to see if the man measured up to the
legend." Taurec walked up and threw a punch, knocking Gaulun's head
askew.
"Was that supposed to hurt?" Gaulun asked levelly as he grabs our
beloved Drill Sergeant and flings him to the far end of the cargo hold.
CPOK chambers his gun and sights it onto target. "DIE, YOU MOTHER-whatever!!!"
Emptying a magazine, he quickly reloaded and empties another, then
another... "I'M OUT!"
"I'm not..." Gaulun's massive aura field reaches out and flings CPOK
into the arms of his fave FMP! girl.
"It's just you and me... KASHIM!!! Can you entertain me better than
these FREAKS?!?!"
* * *
"Okay... okay, help file, help file." dd kept repeating to himself.
"Ahh! HERE it is!!" Suddenly his AS was rocked by an immense
explosion.
"Number 3!!
dd looked around. He heard a voice... and he was SURE it wasn't his
maker calling.
Number 3! Respond!
"Ahhh... radio, radio..."
Number 3, press the big blue button off to your right!"
"Yes? dd here, rank Captain. To whom am I speaking?"
"This is Sergeant Major-gonna-kick-your-sorry-a$$-into-orbit-if-you-
dent-that-AS Mao calling! What the HELL do you think you're doing
in that M9?! Are you even qualified to drive it?"
"Hey, Tessa drove an M6 and she had even LESS training than ME!"
Mao paused, wonder what was with the guy at the other end of the radio.
How did he know about that! she wondered. "LOOK OUT!!"
Another volley of wire-guided AGMs flew towards dd's AS. "AHHH!! WHERE
IS IT??" Randomly smashing his fist down on the controls, suddenly
a panel opened on the M9's back and powered jumpjets activated,
getting him out of the oncoming missiles with centimeters to spare.
"Not bad... for a n00b" Mao said half-admiringly.
* * *
Belisarius switched his attention between the PPI and the main
viewscreen in the Arbalest. So far, no moves had been made
towards the passnger jet.. yet.
The SEALs hadn't encountered any oppositin... yet.
"Okay.. time to see what this baby can REALLY do. AI, activate Lambda
driver!"
"No such function..."
"WHAT?!"
"No such function..."
"AI This IS the Arbalest, is it not?!"
"Yes, sir."
"The one Sousuke usually drives?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then activate the G**D**N LAMBDA DRIVER! I KNOW THERE IS ONE!!
I've watched FMP! enough times!!"
"No such function..."
"Then what good is the PIECE OF S*** if it has NO LAMBDA DRIVER?!?!"
"No response"
Belisarius watched as the RWR indicated numerous inbound missiles
had the Arbalest targetted. Umm... can I bill the damage to
my MasterCard? he idly wondered
* * *
"KU-ZO! Amateur!" Kurz thought. He brough up the 57mm cannon
and opened fire on the shore batteries along the coast. "I've got the
brains, I've got the skills, I've got the training... but do I EVER get
any of the fun? Noooooo!"
"Do I get any of the babes? Nooooo!" He expertly ducked a flurry of
AAA fire and tossed an AS-sized grenade at the offending gun.
"What do I get?" He blasted a hidden shore battery that just popped
up from concealment. "ALL THE WORK and NONE OF THE CREDIT!!"
"What was that... little brother?"
He stopped in shock, surprised Mao had called him... that.
"Ahh... hehe..."
"Get back to work, and I may just have something special
for you later on.
"YOU GOT IT SIS! Oh, I'm Kurz Weber! Busy Bee Weber! Reliable Weber!"
* * *
Tessa watched as the strangers battled it out with Gaulun... and lost.
All were on the ground, down for the count. That only left Sousuke...
Sousuke... she breathlessly whispered.
"Come on! Let's get outta here. TESSA! We've done all we can!
Let's get outta here!"
"Kana-chan... wait up! We have to help..." she regarded CPOK's prone form
"Here... Kyouko... let me... Ugh! He's HEAVY!"
"I will help too." Ren joined in, trying to get the former Chief back on his feet.
"Uh... guys?" HELLFIRE's barrier of paper had FINALLY given way to
Gaulun's persistence, and he was now in the cargo hold, advancing
unstoppably.
"Me first. I've always wanted to see if the man measured up to the
legend." Taurec walked up and threw a punch, knocking Gaulun's head
askew.
"Was that supposed to hurt?" Gaulun asked levelly as he grabs our
beloved Drill Sergeant and flings him to the far end of the cargo hold.
CPOK chambers his gun and sights it onto target. "DIE, YOU MOTHER-whatever!!!"
Emptying a magazine, he quickly reloaded and empties another, then
another... "I'M OUT!"
"I'm not..." Gaulun's massive aura field reaches out and flings CPOK
into the arms of his fave FMP! girl.
"It's just you and me... KASHIM!!! Can you entertain me better than
these FREAKS?!?!"
* * *
"Okay... okay, help file, help file." dd kept repeating to himself.
"Ahh! HERE it is!!" Suddenly his AS was rocked by an immense
explosion.
"Number 3!!
dd looked around. He heard a voice... and he was SURE it wasn't his
maker calling.
Number 3! Respond!
"Ahhh... radio, radio..."
Number 3, press the big blue button off to your right!"
"Yes? dd here, rank Captain. To whom am I speaking?"
"This is Sergeant Major-gonna-kick-your-sorry-a$$-into-orbit-if-you-
dent-that-AS Mao calling! What the HELL do you think you're doing
in that M9?! Are you even qualified to drive it?"
"Hey, Tessa drove an M6 and she had even LESS training than ME!"
Mao paused, wonder what was with the guy at the other end of the radio.
How did he know about that! she wondered. "LOOK OUT!!"
Another volley of wire-guided AGMs flew towards dd's AS. "AHHH!! WHERE
IS IT??" Randomly smashing his fist down on the controls, suddenly
a panel opened on the M9's back and powered jumpjets activated,
getting him out of the oncoming missiles with centimeters to spare.
"Not bad... for a n00b" Mao said half-admiringly.
* * *
Belisarius switched his attention between the PPI and the main
viewscreen in the Arbalest. So far, no moves had been made
towards the passnger jet.. yet.
The SEALs hadn't encountered any oppositin... yet.
"Okay.. time to see what this baby can REALLY do. AI, activate Lambda
driver!"
"No such function..."
"WHAT?!"
"No such function..."
"AI This IS the Arbalest, is it not?!"
"Yes, sir."
"The one Sousuke usually drives?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then activate the G**D**N LAMBDA DRIVER! I KNOW THERE IS ONE!!
I've watched FMP! enough times!!"
"No such function..."
"Then what good is the PIECE OF S*** if it has NO LAMBDA DRIVER?!?!"
"No response"
Belisarius watched as the RWR indicated numerous inbound missiles
had the Arbalest targetted. Umm... can I bill the damage to
my MasterCard? he idly wondered
* * *
"KU-ZO! Amateur!" Kurz thought. He brough up the 57mm cannon
and opened fire on the shore batteries along the coast. "I've got the
brains, I've got the skills, I've got the training... but do I EVER get
any of the fun? Noooooo!"
"Do I get any of the babes? Nooooo!" He expertly ducked a flurry of
AAA fire and tossed an AS-sized grenade at the offending gun.
"What do I get?" He blasted a hidden shore battery that just popped
up from concealment. "ALL THE WORK and NONE OF THE CREDIT!!"
"What was that... little brother?"
He stopped in shock, surprised Mao had called him... that.
"Ahh... hehe..."
"Get back to work, and I may just have something special
for you later on.
"YOU GOT IT SIS! Oh, I'm Kurz Weber! Busy Bee Weber! Reliable Weber!"
* * *
Tessa watched as the strangers battled it out with Gaulun... and lost.
All were on the ground, down for the count. That only left Sousuke...
Sousuke... she breathlessly whispered.
"Come on! Let's get outta here. TESSA! We've done all we can!
Let's get outta here!"
"Kana-chan... wait up! We have to help..." she regarded CPOK's prone form
"Here... Kyouko... let me... Ugh! He's HEAVY!"
"I will help too." Ren joined in, trying to get the former Chief back on his feet.
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Belisarius
- Catapult
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'OKAY, Time to Panic' thought Bel as the missiles come in bound. Of Course he didn't panic, he was a G*** D*** USN SEAL, not some Noob who watched too many anime for his own good. He sat back and brought up the AS combat shot gun and decided to start shooting down the missiles. As he started to he could hear two female voiceec in his head.
'Souske' comes one female voice.
'Crosshairs on that one Pull trigger and shoot'
*BOOOM* goes two missiles.
'Come on!' comes from the other female voice. Let's get outta here. TESSA! We've done all we can ! Let's get outta here! You skinny ass moron!'
'Repeat cycle.' *BOOM**BOOM* as two more bite the dust.
'Kana-Chan, you bitch, wait up' said the first voice. We have to help....'
The ARX-7 shoots off one more shot but misses and it get hit by three of the missiles. Smoke and debris fly all over the place. the airliner shook from the multiple explosions.
"Let's roll people" as the SEALs and the SRT rush into the air liner. The a very big explosion rocks the airliner.
*********Very Big Explosion***********
"Oh shit!!!!! That was LT." Came from Doc.
"Do the Mission! Complete the Mission! Go! Now!" said Clint.
'Souske' comes one female voice.
'Crosshairs on that one Pull trigger and shoot'
*BOOOM* goes two missiles.
'Come on!' comes from the other female voice. Let's get outta here. TESSA! We've done all we can ! Let's get outta here! You skinny ass moron!'
'Repeat cycle.' *BOOM**BOOM* as two more bite the dust.
'Kana-Chan, you bitch, wait up' said the first voice. We have to help....'
The ARX-7 shoots off one more shot but misses and it get hit by three of the missiles. Smoke and debris fly all over the place. the airliner shook from the multiple explosions.
"Let's roll people" as the SEALs and the SRT rush into the air liner. The a very big explosion rocks the airliner.
*********Very Big Explosion***********
"Oh shit!!!!! That was LT." Came from Doc.
"Do the Mission! Complete the Mission! Go! Now!" said Clint.
".... that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion - that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain..."
exerpt from Abe Lincoln's Gettysburg Address.
exerpt from Abe Lincoln's Gettysburg Address.