[GROUP FIC] JOINT MISSION....

dd · Post by dd » Sun Feb 01, 2004 12:24 pm

Kaleidocope.

That's what is seemed like. To Hell with anyone who wanted to challenge that perception.

There were colors, everywhere, or every sort. Movement. Turning.

Explosions shook the M9. Rockets and missiles incoming and outgoing. Sparks. Igniting fuel dumps. Exploding vehicles on the runway. Colorful language coming in from Sgt. Major Mao.

The activating jumpjets had thrown dd back into his seat, saving his life. The landing wouldn't win over the judges at an Olympics gymnastics match, but it served well enough.

The cutter was out, looking like some unholy cross beteen a Bowie knife and a chain saw. Do it. Gotta get those folks out before that plane catches a hit from the enemy. If I hurt someone in the process, I'll apologize or edit it out of the story later. The grinding noise---and feel---was jarring, reminding him of a bonesaw, with flying metal pieces instead of bone dust and blood.

Movement on the external cameras caught his eye. The Globemaster must have landed safely. Armed stewardesses, looking like the gun-toting heroines from any number of anime shows, ran here and there. Doesn't qualify as fan service when the observer is in the middle of a life and death situation.

Are those SEALs over there? Mithril ground troops? No time to find out, and I have no clue what their radio frequency is. Oh, and what is pilot03 up to. Where's he going, alone? At least he managed to survive. Wow! That's Arbalest. What the hell is that doing here? Somebody deliver it for Sousuke? No one else would logically be inside that A.S. unless Mithril had a shortage.

The side of the jetliner was showing a huge gash as the cutter did its thing. "Hell, it's been a while since I saw the 3D model for the 747. I'm guessing some folks must be in the passenger area, and some hiding down below. I've got the radio on search mode, but no one calling in except Mao with her You're shit under my shoes when we're dones and Weber with his The babe magnet strikes again. Don't try this at home, kiddies."

Something hit. Hard. The M9 was sent ass over teakettle, the cutter left behind in the peeled open plane. Console lights were going crazy. The computer screen was flashing on and off. Bullshit! Why NOW. Well, this worked on Armageddon, not that that would be any great endorsement. dd whacked the computer with a broken off piece of metal. Systems were back online.

The viewscreen showed a flight of Hokums coming in. If I can figure out how to get the gun in hand, bring it up, and fire...maybe I can get one or two. Maybe if I drink the juice and say the words, I can get back home. "Klaatu Barada Niktu." To anyone out there: A LITTLE HELP!!!

Belisarius · Post by **Belisarius** » Sun Feb 01, 2004 2:38 pm

Tessa loked and around to find the funny feeling she had as she help drag CPOK off to some safety. What she saw was a bunch of soliders both Mithral and other start to rush the airliner from another direction as 5 more M9s land on the tarmac. Then a sight she thought that couldn't happen, Arbalest landing. She did a double take. Souske was starting to circle Gauron, and yes thar was Arbalest running without him. The next thing she sae was a flight of Hokum atack copters fire some missiles at the ARX-7. Then ARX-7 stood for a second as if trying to figure something out, then raised its Combat shotgun and fired sucessfully at the missiles. However there was more missiles and all of the rest hit the Arbelest, causing a large explosion and debris flying all over the place.

Guaron looked over his shoulder at the explosion and smiled. Just the distraction he needed to get to his mecha and start the carnage.

HELLFIRE · Post by **HELLFIRE** » Sun Feb 01, 2004 8:19 pm

"KASHIM!! YESSSSSS! KAAAAA-SHIM!!"

Gaulun's voice was amplified many times over by the on-bard surround
sound system on his NEW AS suit.

"DO YOU LIKE IT... KASHIM!! I HAD IT MADE... JUST FOR YOU.... HOOONEY!!"

"I'd give real money if he'd shut up." Sousuke muttered to himself.

Tessa was leading Kaname, Kyouko, Ren, Shinji and 'the Chief' away
to safety... but what about the three other men in the cargo hold.
Though they knew too much about him and his past for him to be
comfortable... still, they were allies and comrades-in-arms. He COUDLN'T
just leave them on the battlefield, could he?

"KASHIM.... LET'S PLAY!!"

An unholy mechanistic sound growled as Gaulun's AS roared to life.
The best way to describe the noise would be a cross between the
floor of a factory and the sounds of cats getting ground up in a garbage compactor.

* * *

HELLFIRE gingerly rubbed the back of his head. "Oww! That's the LAST
time I let dd talk me into crazy vetures like THIS! When I get back..."

"Oh wow... nice view from the cargo area. Wait!" He realized he was looking
at a wholly unnatural opening in the side of the 747, and a giant towering
AS suit in startup mode. "Now you don't see THAT every day!"

"Kashim!!

HELLFIRE quickly looked around. He'd seen enough times what happened
when big mech + things lying around = things lying around get squashed.
"Taurec! CPOK! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"Taurec! Get up, man! We HAVE to get out of here!"

"Mmmm... preeeecious..." Taurec mumbled

"Oh GREAT!" HELLFIRE had a brilliant flash of insight. Leaning towards
Taurec's ear.... "CHIIIIIIIII!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
I'M AWAKE!!"

"Good, Drill Sergeant, now can you run?!"

* * *

"Oh fudgie! Hey, why can't I swear here?"

"Baka! It's the rules of the board, idiot!"

"Rules, shmules! Hey, Sis... did you get a check of that big beast
our terrorist no. 1 and all-round-can't-kill guest is driving?"

"I did... my Jane's AS software has nothing on it, but we'd better keep
FAR, far away from it.

"I wonder how Gaulun managed to fit that into a 747?" Kurz wondered.
Even the massive 7474-400 cargo jet wasn't rated to carry even the
ancient and obsolete M-4s, and they were ants compared to THIS
behemoth! "Damn writers.... can't they keep their train of thought
running right?"

* * *

Tessa was frantically trying to work the controls of the sat-radio.
Mithril HAD to know of this development. They needed SERIOUS
backup...

"Danaan-01, Danaan-01 calling TDD! COME IN! COME IN!"

"TESSA! IF YOU HAD HALF A BRAIN, YOU'D'VE DROPED THAT DAMNED
TOY -- WHICH YOU OBVIOUSLY KNOW JACK ABOUT -- AND PICKED UP
ONE OF THOSE OTHER THREE GUYS BACK THERE!" Kaname yelled at
her rival.

Tessa ignored her and kept calling out over the radio.

* * *

"Signal detected, bearing 067, range 200"

"ONLY 200? Well, it's better than nothing! AI, initiate linkup."

"THIS IS DANAAN-01 CALLING TDD!! COME IN!"

"Heeeeey, this ain't too bad! This is dd, rank Captain, am I speaking
to the one known as Tessa, Captain of the Tuatha de Danaan and
all round babe-extrodinaire?" HELLFIRE would NEVER live down
the fact I get to mess with Tessa... AGAIN!" dd thought to himself
with an evil grin.

dd · Post by dd » Sun Feb 01, 2004 9:04 pm

Well, it's NOT excatly a lie. Not entirely, anyway. I do carry a rank of Captain at the forum. She doesn't need to know THAT at the moment....

"You got to be kidding me! This is what I get for opening the story line up to everyone and his grandmother. Gauron is bad enough. What the Hell is that thing his piloting." Wonder if he'll be in a thankful mood. Those cuts I made did help the frickin' top of the aircraft pop open like some damned jack-in-the box.. "If that son of a bitch catches sight of me, my time may soon be up. If that contraption has the Lambda Driver or something worse, I'm going to grill HELLFIRE over high heat." Yeh, like THAT could happen if I'm turned into a thin red coating on the runway!

dd wasn't going to stand around for too long. The M9 crouched down, hopefully obscured from Gauron's view for at least a little while longer.

"I'll wait one more minute. If I don't get a radio message from someone, I'm going to pull back about five miles, then regroup!" Shit. I'm a FMP fan fiction writer, not a trained A.S. jockey. Well, time to see if the pen is mightier than the sword...and defense enough against a maniac with a big new toy....

Post by **Taurec** » Sun Feb 01, 2004 9:09 pm

i feel a bitchslap'n moment comming up for evil G

HELLFIRE · Post by **HELLFIRE** » Mon Feb 02, 2004 4:01 am

"TDD to Danaan-01, TDD to Danaan-01, COME IN!" Mardukas was
growing increasingly frustrated. "TDD to Danaan-01! COME IN!...
Captain Tessa, this is Cmdr. Mardukas... SITREP, please!"

"BLOODY HELL! Okay, flood tube one and prepare to launch the RPV...
we need some real-time intelligence, and we aren't going to get it
this way. Keep scanning the radio frequencies!"

"Aye!"

"Tube One, flooded... All Green!"

"Open outer door."

"Door... open."

"Match bearings... and SHOOT!"

A blast of compressed air blasted into tube one on the Danaan, forcing
out the RPV tube at something like five or six times the force of gravity.
Freed from the tube, the RPV tube swam on its own power and angled up
at a forty-five degree angle. Breaching the surface, it's clamshell
popped open and the RPV deployed.

"Signal's clean, Cmdr. ETA to the zone, 12 minutes..."

Twelve minutes too late... Mardukas thought to himself. "Reload
tubes one, two and three with BGM-109s, -C and -D warheads. Keep
tube four loaded with a Mk 48... just in case."

"Aye!"

* * *

So far Gaulun was more interested in yelling out challenges to Sousuke
than showing what his new AS could do.... but it was beginning to wear
on the young Sergeant's nerves. I don't have the Arbalest... and all
the M9s are... in use!

Then there was the matter of the two other men on board the plane...
Taurec and HELLFIRE they called themselves? The plane's front end
was peeled back like it had been blown up... the damage extended
as far back as the first passenger door, but he didn't see any indication
any of the passengers were killed or wounded. Gaulun... KIS-SAMA!!
I'll take you to hell even if I have to go down with you!!

I NEED an AS suit!

* * *

"Hey, Tau... you doing alright?"

"...precioussssss..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know... we'll get you your precious soon enough! 'Less
you want to be AS pancake, we gotta get OUT of here!" HELLFIRE
summoned up the last of his strength and called all his scattered paper
into his hand to form a staircase down onto the tarmac. "JUMP!"

On the ground, Taurec suddenly stopped, a wierd glint coloring his eye.
"Precioussss....."

"Yo, T? What's up?"

"Precious.ssssss!" He looked down at a broken bottle oozing
green fluid.

"Oh, SHIT!"

"PRECIOUS!!! MY PRECIOUS!!!" Taurec ran across the tarmac at top
speed towards Gaulun's AS!

"I don't know what worries me more... that THAT was a puddle of
hydraulic fluid, or Gaulun's gonna PAY for busting up Tau's precious..."
HELLFIRE wondered.

Belisarius · Post by **Belisarius** » Mon Feb 02, 2004 11:07 pm

As Souske scanned the enviroment that he found himself in, he saw some bad guys heading toward Tessa and the others. He was raising his pistol when the distinctive sounds of a M209 went of behind him. He saw the badguys go down in a hail of bullets. He turned toward the cloud of smoke patially covering the airliner. He saw a large person walking out of the smoke looking as if he been trought the high speed cycle of a washer carring an M209 squad autiomatic weapon.

"Who are you?" asked Sagara.

"Just get those people out of the Airliner on to the Globemaster, Clint. We have three more minutes. Now, Move G** D*** you." said the person.

" Who are you?" as the person continued to walk towards him.

"Lieutentant,Junoir Grade Belisarius Wallace of the USN Seals. Have you seen Souske Sagara, kid?" siad the big man.

Souske smiled. " I am Sagara."

"Figures. I thought the seat of that infernal machine was to far forward for an adult. I have brought the Arbelast for your use ,Sergant. It might need a new paint job but its fine. Get in there and kick Guaron's ass form here to Timbuktu." said the American.

Sagara started to salute but,

"Move, G** D*** you. What do they teach you in Mithral. To salute in the middle of combat?" said Belisarius.

Sagara ran toward the smoke shrouded Arbelast as Belisarius rushed over to Tessa and the girls trying to move CPOK. Bel picked him up and put him on his shoulder, brought up the SAW and laid waste to some more bad guys comming at them.

Chief Petty Officer Klerk · Tue Feb 03, 2004 2:14 am

CPOK starts to regain consiousness, "did someone get the numberplate of that ****ing truck?"

Sub Lieutentant, I think I can walk.

The Sub Lieutentant puts CPOK down. CPOK wobbles a little bit. "Dam that last step was a doosie!"

CPOK reaches for his sidearm. "Dam! I must have dropped it when I was knocked out. Sub Lieutentant, mind if I borrow your sidearm?"

HELLFIRE · Post by **HELLFIRE** » Tue Feb 03, 2004 3:48 am

HELLFIRE watches in stupefication as Taurec, Belisarius and CPOK
attempt to take on a four-story-tall AS with peashooters and bare fists.
"Ohkay... umm... thank god this is just fiction and not
reality! In reality you'd be dead inside two seconds!"

...Taurec walks across the tarmac and starts letting loose with his best
Drill Sergeant invective at Gaulun, trying to get the SOB's attention.
"Hey YOU! YOU! Yeah, YOU! In the big overgrown windup toy! I'M
TALKING TO YOU!! YOU LISTENING, MISTER?!?! GET YOUR [BYOING]
[BYOING] OUTTA THAT TIN CAN SO I CAN [BYOING] KICK IT TO
THE [BYOING]...!!"

...Belisarius turns his SAW on the AS, doing little more than taking off
the fresh coat of wax Gaulun's buddies spent four nights putting on

... CPOK holds Kyouko's hands and looks deep into her eyes, whispering
heartfeltly "I can die for you, Miss..."

HELLFIRE groans. "Oh, God! Where has the sanity gone!!"

...and why isn't anyone else writing this?

We started with, what...
6 or 8 ppl, and now we're round-robining between three or four people

Regards

dd · Post by dd » Tue Feb 03, 2004 4:39 am

Damn. Life was getting so very complicated. First, Gauron and that hideous A.S. Second, the wildly expanding and contracting plot line. Third, the diminishing number of contributors to the story.

An idea struck. "Shit, that hurt!" dd pondered the possibilities. Insane? Check! Foolish? Check! Little chance for success? Check, check, and check again! One thousand reasons and counting why it should be the LAST thing he does? You bet your ass!!!

"Perfect. There are worse ways to go....yeh, right! I can see my tombstone now: Here lies one stuipid bastard. What was his name, any way?"

Better be careful. Don't want to step on any of those guys down there.

Radio transmitting on Guaron's frequency, dd ran his M9 up from behind the enemy A.S. With a terrific swing, he clouted it on its back with an open hand of his own machine.

"TAG...YOU'RE IT!!!!"

With that, he took off running. There must be some kind of ridiculous opportunity around here somewhere.

"dd to Da Dannan. Request geographical and zoological data. Is there a large crevice...active volcano...or tornado anywhere in the vicinity? Flock of killer ducks. ANYTHING???"

HELLFIRE · Post by **HELLFIRE** » Tue Feb 03, 2004 6:14 am

// aboard TDD-1

Mardukas forced himself NOT to pace around the command center.
Nelson he was not, and he was nervous enough without letting
the rest of the crew see. "Time of the RPV to arrive?"

"Two minutes, ten seconds..." was the reply."

"Bloody! What about comm bands?"

"...Wait... getting something faint... I'm putting it on speakers."

"...dd...nan. Req......logical...large...nado...ity...NG"

"Lock in on it and enhance!"

"Trying... whoever's trasmitting apparently forgot the proper comm
procedures in a battle situation..."

"Time on RPV?"

"One minute, 58 seconds..."

"DAMN!"

"Conn, torpedo room."

"Torpedo room, Conn."

"Tubes 1 to 3 now loaded with BGM-109Cs, VLS 1 to 5 loaded
with a mix of BGM-109C and Ds. It'll make a pretty fireworks
display when you're ready!"

"Acknowledged. Get me GPS targetting data, A-SAP!"

What the HELL was going on there?! Mardukas wondered...

Post by **Taurec** » Tue Feb 03, 2004 8:08 am

Taurec still looked very pissed . then...... and then.........

It struck to me ... it is the worst thing that could happen in a story you are writing .... WritersBLOCK ACK!

dd choked as heard the "W" word.... and jumped away few feet from the keyboard.

"Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggggg" screamed HELLFIRE "Don't come near me, it might be contagious" ..... " <g> ......

Belisarius · Post by **Belisarius** » Tue Feb 03, 2004 4:42 pm

OOC
You know this sometimes happen, that disease you have, Taurec.

Ic

"CPOK, get the girls out of here, now. Taurec, take the SAW and start hosing guys you can hurt." as Bel gives out orders while digging through his pack. "And It's sir to you, Chief."

" Whatt do you think your doing,bloke..... Hey come along ladies you don't want to see what's going to happen now." As CPOK saw Bel grab two small green slightly cruved packages.

Switching over to another channel. "Souske, keep the Bad Guy from noticing me. I'm going to knee cap him."

As Bel ran for Gauron's AS.

"dd, Hellfire, a little help would go a long way." "Thank gawd this is only fiction."

pilot03 · Post by **pilot03** » Tue Feb 03, 2004 5:41 pm

"Finally.....we are on the ground," Pilot gasped. He peeled himself off the windshield after releasing his death grip and fell to the ground and began kissing the floor. He was distracted from his post flight ritual by the sound of the Globemasters cargo hatch opening and three M9 exiting the craft. "It looks like the party started. Better make myself known." Pilot ran in the general direction of all the mayhem. Along the way he picked up a M4 from a fallen guard and began picking off the advancing troops.

They noticed their numbers quickly getting smaller and half the group turned their attention and rage on the would be sniper. The situation was starting to look desperate. Pilot had policed up a few scattered clips, but they were either empty or half full. The advancing troops were trying to flank him which in turn kept pushing Pilot back from the main fighting. The troops couldn't allow their enemy to run free behind their lines while they attached the main force on the tarmac. In the distance the M9s and enemy units exchanged fire. A RPG explode feet from the Pilot and sent him flying thru the air covered in jagged pieces of sharpnel.

"Oh...now you've done it.." Pilot yelled back. He emptied his clip into the first grunts that came into range. *Click* "CRAP!!!" Pilot quickly dragged himself behind some wreckage of a jeep to bandage his wounds and reload. He found he was down to his Glock and two clips. The RPG had also taken its toll. The wound in his side refused to stop bleeding. "What I would give to have that angry Marine women from the plane with me. Her attitude might scare the rest of these guys away. Then again...I just wish she was her. Women in uniform....." *sigh* Bullet impacts all around him brought him out of his day dreams about a certain Major and brought him back to the present. "Might as well take the rest of these guys with me and make her proud. You only live once." Pilot stood up and started shooting off rounds on his remaining clip. "If I can buy them some time it will be worth it."

From his M9 dd could see a small explosion in the rear of the battle. "Wonder what that was?"

HELLFIRE · Post by **HELLFIRE** » Thu Feb 05, 2004 7:07 am

We're off base...

...then again, were we ever on to begin with?...

...Nah!

HELLFIRE picked himself up and checked his paper supply. Running out... DAMN! Oh well, what do I have to lose, it's only FICTION, right?

Running towards Galun's AS, which STILL had done nothing up to now,
HELLFIRE summons up his paper to form a shield between himself
and the inevitable stream of bullets from the mysterious AS. For a
good measure, he shields Belisarius for now...

"COME ON YOU M***** F******!! LET'S SEE WHAT YOU _REALLY_ GOT!!"

HELLFIRE R.O.D. KAMI STORM ATTACK!!

HELLFIRE watches as the razor sharp paper sheets fly towards the AS...