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| 06 Feb 2012 08:57 PM |
"As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: For you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me." -23 Psalms
The burial for Cheesey took place immediately; the procession was private, for Colonels, Generals, myself, and select friends only. His entire possessions were willed to me, so I took his small fortune, and wired it to an outside account. Cheesey would be proud of how the money was spent, I’m sure of it. However, that’s not what we’re here for- the inner mechanisms of my mind are an enigma, and the best view you’ll get of them is a mere glimpse of how truly deep they are; but, still, that’s not what we’re here for. Carly had taken a much needed shower, and was now back to her usual mood: rather relaxed, though still fairly on edge from the death of her advisor (which she blamed herself for, “why not me?” she cried to herself), but, at least she was ready to get down to business. Bbal’s freeze brain had finally gone away, Stephen had finished his 3D renderings of a new weapon model, Shadow simply moped his way into the office, while OwningDutchman and DominiumHex were out rationing supplies. BlueWater was sleeping under a tree, generally uninterested in war dealings. He preferred internal affairs, and there was nothing internal for him to affair. “So, gentlemen and women, I see Carly’s got you up to date on all of this war stuff. That’s good; it saves my time, and breath. I want ideas- defense, offense, any strategic ideas you have, give ‘em to me.” “Well”, started Carly, “we still have plenty of friends in RAT- namely, LunaScamander. I’m thinking that after their Admiral meeting today, we get in touch with her, and find the reasons behind the hostilities.” “It won’t do you any good”, Shadow said, lightly caressing the blued steel of his pistol, before pulling it into a shooting position, and picking off a lone RAT sniper who’d been aiming for my head.
“Luna’s a rat, and no, I’m not insulting her allegiances. She… just is.” “Hold up”, Bbal protested, “Luna’s been in on almost all of our conversations, there’s no reason why she won’t let us in on one of hers.” “Yes”, I concurred. “Luna owes us; if not legally, at least morally. Assuming we have any problems, we know how to take care of her”, I said, with an added head gesture towards the corner of the room. “Yo.”, the words were not spoken; they rasped out of his throat, barely audible, but forcible all the same. This man was Veltex, and he was a notorious hunter of LunaScamander. He kept his reasons for this as obscure as the third fist he hides under his mustache; and let me tell you now, that is one thick mustache. “Ok, so, you’ve almost proved me wrong about Luna. Oh well, I can’t always be right… bah. Bbal! Tell him about that key piece of land you bought, right on the RAT-UAF border!”, Shadow shouted, in a rushed tone that implied anger-fed urgency. “Chill shads, geez. Now, I’ve acquired a city from Brickster of TGI, and with it, we could effectively block the majority of land-based assaults. If we block the land vehicles, their terrain and air units will be the only things left. And, with the weight of their weaponry, they’ll tire easily, making their soldiers sitting ducks.”, Bbal finished. “I,” Stephen continued, “will be able to take on the ground units rather easily. CrakTheRaven’s open-windowed terrain transports are going to make us deadly on a mobile front.” “So, the only problem that remains would be their air units. Any ideas on that, DH?”, rodger questioned. “Cheeseycat’s got that taken care of, no need to worry.” “But, sir, Cheesey is dead, how can he do anyth-“, Rodger declined finishing after seeing Carly on the verge of tears; it was still a soft subject. “Do not question how, my friends, I know what we will do.”, and with that, I dismissed them, and they all went on their way. All of them except for one, that is.
“Disco”, he said, continuing in his rough voice, “you know I only help you for the revenge. I’ll have my chance, right?” “Veltex… you know as well as I do that we can’t kill her too soon; get the information, then get rid of her. Understood?”, my tone was as firm as… well… let’s just say it was a firm tone. “…fine, but, when it comes down to it, I’m just in it for the revenge. I won’t hesi-”, I cut him off; the whole warning thing was overkill, I wouldn’t get in his way. “I know, I know. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to... what are y-? *THUMP*“, the next thing I know, Veltex and I have burst through a glass door, and fell onto the balcony together, and then the balcony fell down with us.
“Colour sends his regards!”, yelled Vader10, as his sparrow copter flew off, leaving behind a wrecked office, a bewildered yet chaotic crew of Urban Assault Forces’ members, and Veltex, who was holding his arm in pain. “Medic?!”, I cough-yelled as loud as I could. Veltex’s arm didn’t seem too good, and I was eager to get him help; he saved my life, it was the least I could do. “Sir!”, the doctor yelled, “What happened?” “No time to explain, check the man’s arm first. We’ve got to organize and mobilize, and we need to do it soon.” As the doctor examined the arm of the revenge-crazed wild card, I planned my own vengeance- when it came to executing the high ranks, I vowed to make Vader10 the first to die.
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| 06 Feb 2012 09:12 PM |
Well written, I guess.
But, honestly, I think putting people's ROBLOX avatar names takes away from the plot :>
No offence....
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| 06 Feb 2012 09:15 PM |
"the inner mechanisms of my mind are an enigma"
oh god i still remember that from spongebob
"the words were not spoken; they rasped out of his throat, barely audible, but forcible all the same. This man was Veltex"
OH GOD NO WHY
"Veltex… you know as well as I do that we can’t kill her too soon; get the information, then get rid of her."
WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS MOOJL :(( |
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