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| 23 Aug 2011 04:40 PM |
The Rifle clattered as it spun backwards along the concrete, the Wooden Furniture cracking with a cry of wooden pain, and the gunmetal ringing out loud in protest at it's treatment, leaving the faithful Dragunov metres away from it's owner, looking forlorn and betrayed. She hissed, breathing in fast as she ducked to the side, the black blade of the knife parting the air with a shriek as it skimmed her coat, tinkling against the badge on her breast. Spinning on her right heel, she drew her left up and took her own blade from her boot, before slamming her left foot down with a near-silent 'tap', like a bird forlornly pecking at the window of a warm house in the winter. "Ah." The man grinned, leaning over the railings and staring down at the Husky as she drew into a fighting stance, as her attacker slowly circled her, his face obscured by a flight mask and helmet as he weighed the knife in his hand. He gently reached over, and tapped his colleague on the shoulder, prompting her to look up from the clipboard she was scribbling on. "Close Quarters Melee Combat. This is where Sierra Lonewolf excels." "She's a free-spirit. She won't fight fair." the woman scoffed, turning back to her clipboard. "Since when did any of us?" the man chuckled, staring down at Sierra's Heavy, Black Soviet Coat, under which he knew her Makarov still lay.
A grin crept across Sierra's Husky Muzzle, a chuckle rising in her throat as she whipped around, the Black Blade of her Knife skimming the man's throat and sending him retreating backwards. Using her momentum, she kept spinning on the ball of her foot, bringing her left up again and placing the knife away, while using her right hand to reach into her coat, and pull out the small Soviet Makarov pistol, stopping to take aim for only a split-second before firing. At this range, it was unlikely even the most unskilled would miss, and as her finger pulled back the trigger, her attacker knew it, his eyes going wide behind the visor of his helmet, before he was tossed down onto his back, the helmet cracking against the floor as smoke curled from the barrel of the Husky's pistol, her pale blue eyes lighting up with a spark of pleasure as she strolled over to her Rifle, whining sadly as she looked over the cracked furniture of the SVD, gently stroking her hand along the faithful mahogany and reliable blued steel.
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| 23 Aug 2011 04:49 PM |
| Well done. You've noticed that one of the Characters is an Anthropomorphic Siberian Husky. You get a Bronze Star. |
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| 23 Aug 2011 04:53 PM |
Gold Stars are not easily gotten from me, and Silver Stars are especially difficult. (Bronze-Gold-Silver. Silver is the best Metal. Everyone knows that. :U)
And thank you. |
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| 23 Aug 2011 04:55 PM |
what was that story with the microwave noodles
Good story.
it makes me cry tears of joy |
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| 23 Aug 2011 04:56 PM |
| That was a little S.T.A.L.K.E.R. Story. Noodles and the Military or something. |
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| 23 Aug 2011 04:58 PM |
If there are noodles in the military, then armor must be made out of refrigerators.
There is no other choice. |
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| 25 Aug 2011 12:21 PM |
| Bleh, don't feel like updating today. And even if I do, the RWG is getting it before the ROBLOX Forums. =S |
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| 25 Aug 2011 12:26 PM |
| Nice job, although I would like it if you joined my RWG forum as well as Firecakes, because I need you for the Academy. |
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| 04 Sep 2011 09:22 AM |
The man clapped from the balcony, staring down at Sierra as her attacker rose, rubbing at his head as he removed his helmet and tossed it to the floor, wincing. "Dammit Sarah. Rubber Bullets still hurt at short-range." he hissed, coughing as he kicked away the little black stub of rubber by his foot. Sarah giggled nonchalantly, still stroking her rifle as she smiled. His voice had a thick Austrian accent to it, but it was slowly being replaced by an American drawl from his time with the Allied Soldiers. "Sorry Gerald." she giggled, her voice not laden with a Russian accent as her nickname of 'Ruskie Husky' lead many to believe, but instead with a distinctly British Accent, overlaid with tones of German, harkening to her mixed blood. "But I didn't think it would hurt you under all that armour you wear." "It does." Gerald groaned, cracking his neck. "It'll stop a bullet, but it'll still throw you on your ass, and you'll still feel it hit. After all, you still feel the cold under that big Soviet coat don't you?" Sarah nodded slightly, hugging her rifle close. "Exactly the same for me, except with bullets, not the Cold, quite obviously."
The man on the balcony slowly descended, still clapping all the while, which was sending Sarah's ears into small spasms beneath the Ushanka that covered them. "Well done Sierra. Not the fairest fight, but I think we all know the saying 'All's fair in Love and War' isn't exactly true now, don't we?" he chuckled, brushing out wrinkles in the fine black suit he wore over his tanned Californian skin. "Yes sir." Sarah answered quickly, nodding as she stood to attention, Gerald following her lead after a few seconds of groaning and cracking. "Good, good." the Woman on the Balcony said, not descending to the training floor as her colleague had. "Because you are both being deployed in the morning. Corporal Tanner, you are being sent to assist American Forces in an Assault on Cuba. You will be told everything you need to know on your way there. Sierra, you are being deployed into Siberia, where you will attempt to Infiltrate the Soviet Presence in Kolyma." she explained, clearing her throat afterwards. "No questions from either of you, because you're to be in your respective destinations for Deployment tomorrow morning. It's an overnight flight over Soviet territory for you Sierra, and a Ship to Cuba for you Tanner. Get moving." And with that, she disappeared, leaving naught but an air of disquiet and worry among the two Soldiers, who were quickly ushered from the building within seconds by two heavily-armed American Soldiers, roughly manhandled across an Airfield, before Sarah was tossed into a small captured Soviet plane, and Gerald was bundled into a Helicopter, leaving them both dishevelled and feeling ill-prepared as they were sent once more into the belly of hell. |
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| 04 Sep 2011 10:17 AM |
Marvelous!
Of course, you're Retal, so it's always marvelous according to expectations. |
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| 04 Sep 2011 10:19 AM |
I got a Picture of Sarah. Two of them Actually, drawn by my good self. http://fav.me/d487lzk http://fav.me/d488a9f |
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| 04 Sep 2011 10:36 AM |
Not bad.
Then again, I'm not an artist.
I wonder how many Chinese soldiers she could take on at once in close quarters combat? |
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| 04 Sep 2011 01:11 PM |
This Chapter is done. Next you get a nice little story of Sarah's time in the Gulags. Expect internal conflict and clashing of East and West.
And in case you dozy didn't realise, this is an alternate Cold War. This is going to end with a Bang, not the little fizz and pop the real one ended with, if it actually ended, because American Foreign Politics seem to want to revive it. |
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