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| 03 Oct 2015 09:53 PM |
As the clocked ticked 1:30, most of the Arvorian soldier under Major Jonathan Arvore's temporary command, which was under the supervision of Lieutenant General Axarinious, eyed the enormous clock which the Arvorian Industries had included in their recent lavish update to celebrate the Christmas spirit of RSF in the Training Grounds. Major Arvore, however, payed no attention to the fact that many people were focused on the clock. A few of the trainees that were fixed on the training gently nudged the ones eyeing the clock. His promotional event -- the final event of his usually fun yet slightly strict training -- was almost about to conclude, but his jolly attitude and kindness towards all members alike had not ended. For him, every person was the same and the simulations he made them through -- for soldiers should not kill each other at trainings -- were hosted solely to bring glory to the ROBLOX Special Forces and to have fun, to improve every soldier's individual skill. He had achieved Major in a time where simulations had not been developed yet. He had earned scars from sword and gun wounds, from almost having his body destroyed by AT-7 explosions. His goal was to prepare them for raids and defenses. He was young, only 19, yet he had achieved Major from the hard work he had instated. "And last but not least, our final trainee to be promoted will be Warrant Officer Congelados! Regardless, you all did great today! Glory to RSF!" Jonathan exclaimed into his mic, "you're all dismissed! Have fun with your friends and families during Winter Break!" The reason they had awaited for the training to end was because of winter break. The only one of two breaks Arvorian soldiers had, the tightly-knit community of RSF temporarily seperated to visit their friends and families outside of RSF. A few stayed, mainly veterans and Executive Command members, whilst the rest visited their families. Jonathan watched silently as the rest of his command deployed individually or in groups to board their train or domestic flight. After they had exited, he placed his mic, the box where the weaponry was stored, and the Arvorian flag into the box entitled UTILITIES. He then began to shutdown the training system. As he began doing so, the memories of his family's tragic deaths at the hand of RAT soldiers, the deaths that had nurtured a strong hate towards Frostarians, flooded his mind. Perhaps it was the fact that every soldier except perhaps him had a mother and a father. He tried to exit the memories, but he was unable to. They were too strong. He remembered how his father, the best farmer in his village, had fallen with a sword in his abdomen, the blood rushing out of his wound, how his mother had screamed when the Frostarians had shot her to death. His only family -- dead. His village -- destroyed. Then a strong, rough hand shook him from his trance. The hand of his supervisor, Axarinious. "You daydreamin' there or switchin' off that training system, kid?" he said. Jonathan blushed in embarassment when he realized his finger was rested on the button, not pressing it. "It's okay, kid. Memories, huh? Good or bad?" Axarinious said. "Bad," he responded. "Well, we all got bad memories. Jus' don't let 'em get to yer head. Or kid, it's gets really bad," the Lieutenant General said. "Yeah, I guess so," Jonathan replied, "Anyways, sir, what are you doing during this break?" "I got a lotta work. Gotta prepare for AL's re-opening, get some new clans that we can raid, help that kid Abril do somethin', and that's pretty much it," Axar responded, " You?" "Patrolling Clypeus, preparing for Colonel, and watching TV," he stated in reply. A dim smile flickered upon the middle-aged High-Rank's face. It lasted for a few seconds or so, until it fell when the Lieutenant General's phone begin to ring. "Shiny..." he muttered, then quickly ran out of the Trainimg Grounds in a hurry. General Shinyehh was really preparing to trash RSF's current state. Jonathan decided to go to Clypeus next. He walked to the parking lot outside of the Training Grounds, unlocked his car, and drove to Clypeus. He walked outside of the base, showed his ID in the scanner. A computerized lady's voice stated, "Major Arvore, your entrance has been permitted. Please equip a weapon upon entrance. If a raid is conducted, utilize your emergency radio to alert any High-Rank. Have a good day, and glory to RSF! "Thanks, Admiro," he said to the bot, with a smile. The gigantic Fort Clypeus was a base populated by mountains, trees, caves, and many buildings. Streets constructed of white brick were guiding pathways than usually indicated that important sites were nearby, or guided one to a relevant location. The MK-24 and PX-45, along with a sword, were the default weapons that both raiders and RSF used. If you ran out of ammo, it would send a silent message to the user's brain by infiltrating one of the cells that led to your brain. It would send a silent message as well if you stopped using the gun for three seconds. The guns used batteries which would re-charge after five seconds after your ammo was at 0. Despite the efficient systems on which the gun operated, the aimer often glitched. Jonathan knew how to fix the cars. Many knew of this, but he made them swear not to inform General Hinokami and General Julian because of a personal grudge towards Hino. It was a simple bug in the code, easily rewritable. The value of the operation which controlled whether the car would work or not had been misspelled as "trfue" which invalidated the usage. He opened the trunk, releaving the cars futile operation systems. He pressed the digital keyboard option on the engine, found the string where the mistake was located, changed it, and then closed the trunk. He stepped into the driver's seat and began to drive towards the terminal by using the white road. It took a whole five minutes to reach the terminal. He almost fell into the river where the bridge usually floated above, but the bridge has been decimated by X-101st hostile forces during the x101st-RSF war, in which Jonathan had acquired the scar on his forehead. He then stepped out of his car and walked to the terminal station as he would then have to get past the primary gate. It was simple to do so. He then walked up the stairs on his left, and lay down on the narrow pathway where the stairs led to. He stared at the gorgeous evening sky, and began to think about his life as a soldier. The Fleetcom-TCC-CA war, the REAVERS and X-101st wars, the raids on UCR, the defenses from RAT, the trainings that he had attended, the assassination of Brigadier Idrialite after the X-101st war, the deaths of Seany112 and Valkeri. So much had happened since he was 13, when he first enlisted into RSF. He was then about to enter the replay of his parents' death, but then he heard an explosion. Four bombs succeeded that. He realized that a raid had erupted. And then it hit him hard that only six people were defending. Him and five others including a Private and Recruit he had seen arguing, Colonels DayZYolo and Darkkruz17, and a lonely Captain who's name he didn't know. He then saw an immense horde of hostile forces shouting in unison, "GLORY TO FROSTARIA!" He grabbed the radio to contact other comrades. But it didn't switch on -- there was no signal to power it. The sattelite of which it connected to had been disabled. "NO!" he screamed. Uncontrollable tears erupted from his eyes. First they had taken his family and now they had incompetently attacked his new home at the prime time of inactivity. For ten seconds, he stood there -- a six foot tall, muscular 19-year-old -- screaming and crying like a five year old. Then he began to calm down. His heartbeat slowed down, and he began to think strategically. They knew this was our primary time of inactivity, the time to make their move. He jumped down -- a twenty feet distance from the ground to where he was -- and ran as fact as his legs and his lungs could allow, which was quite fast. He needed to save his comrades. He got in his car, and drove so fast his car almost burst into flames. He reached the gate where the fighting was occurring. The dead bodies of DayZYolo and the Private who was arguing with the recruit were spread on the grounds. Darkkruz17 had a knife in his gut -- he didn't have long go live. The Captain had a gun wound in his hand. He remembered that the Captain was a skilled soldier -- a former Sharks captain. He ran towards him, but someone had seen him. He shot thrice at the Captain, leaving him dead, and aimed his gun at Jonathan. Jonathan drew his gun faster. He fired at the man's head and saw him fall dead. He then we the direction of the Frostarians: the terminal. Where money and information of utmost importance was stored. They were near the bridge, on the RSF side of the base. He decided to use the tunnel-cave. He ran to the tunnel-cave's entrance, and then ran through the dark paths of the tunnel. He jumped from the end of the tunnel. They were almost approaching. He ran towards the staircase and sprinted through on the stairs. He perched himself up on the place above the terminal's gate, where he had lay down. He froze there for a split-second, and ideas raced throughout Jonathan's mind. But one thing was clear. The invasion had begun. And he was the sole defendant. -- If you'd like to be in the next edition, please post on this thread? Any ideas for this? PM me! --
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karth10
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| 03 Oct 2015 10:45 PM |
| Eh did not read it all but I will read it all when I am eating breakfast like a newspaper which you should be the head of div's of. |
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| 04 Oct 2015 06:40 AM |
| I love this, TheFar!! You should write more! Give me the link to the next one and I'll put it in the shout for all of RSF to read. |
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IsaWitch
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| 04 Oct 2015 06:47 AM |
didn't you write a story like this before where i was the lieutenant general and not lego
still a good story i guess
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