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| 15 Jun 2012 03:57 PM |
UAF war camp Kopervich, Scarlet Hammer brigade, Vaktovian ruled Frostia. 9th January 1239- 1:23PM.
The scarlet hammers: one of the finest brigades in the Urban Assault forces, formed out of the veterans, the skilled, and the damn hard-to-kill. It comprised of 5239 men, of which at least a half had fought in previous wars, and had bloodied their sword, and notched their arrows many times. And here they were, once more striving into battle "valiantly", and penetrating deep into the Batu Khanate, to the annoyance of it's Khan; ex-General DevilishPyro of the once great Vaktovian Empire. However, while all seemed well to the Bolshevik constitution back in Moscow, sitting on their fine Velvet chairs, and stomachs filled with fine food, and plenty glasses of wine, the Scarlet Hammers were feeling the opposite... and were starving.
Major Vydrak rose his eyebrow curiously at the sight of a brown liquid, which he dearly hoped was soup, was poured into his wooden bowl, before being crowned with a stale piece of bread, which looked like it could be used as a Club. "What on Robloxia is this; is it even edible?" Vydrak said with revulsion, resisting the urge to throw the "soup" into the nearby bush, along with the makeshift club. Vydrak was a rather intimidating man at the best of times. Combined with a wooden bowl of piss, which he was supposed to consume, he looked like he wanted to rip your face off. However, the chef, who was a bulky man, from the slums of Moscow, was not afraid of the enraged bull infront of him. "Sorry comrade, this is how it's going to be like for now on, we're down to the cheap c-ration crap which they probably store in the sewers, the good food is all gone," the Chef replied, with his thick, Central UAF accent. "It's either that or starve, which may seem like a hard choice, but I don't like the latter, so stuff it down your throat, and stop bloody complaining" the Chef continued, a bit more of his personality shining through, a small grin forming on his face, which did nothing but enrage Vydrak even more. The Major muttered something foul under his breath, before turning away, and dramatically stromping away to the blazing fire, which marked the centre of the Camp. "The bugger obviously hasn't lived his life in the slums..." the Chef muttered, before continuing to serve the famished soldiers.
Vortexian dynasty, the Octa forest. 9th January, 3:33PM, 2 Hours ahead of Frostian time.
Lieutenant Powersound sat there, in the tree. She was bored. She was cold. She was tired. About 20 metres away, she could spot the forest Green camoflauge of another scout, of which his; or hers, features were too hidden to identify who it was. There were altogether 8 Scouts in the forest at this time, all of them there, merely for the fact that Colonel GirlSniper: the Commander of the Scouts and Spies in the South, had caught wind of possible Vaktovian Brigands using the forest as a outpost, tucked away from both the main VS Military, and the Vaktovians. It had been 9 days, and Powersound, and her associates, had not got so much of a hint that their were Vaktovian Brigands in the forest. The scouts were relying on hunting for food supplies, and the Octan river, which ran through the heart of the forest, for water. However, sleeping in precarious, uncomfortable trees for 9 nights was starting to get to the Lieutenant. Without thinking, she grabbed her rucksack; which was hanging on a convenient nearby branch, and leaped like a Lynx to the floor, making little noise. She was trained to be a Scout, not a full on Soldier, after all. She rummaged through her rucksack, until she came across a small, delicate, intricately carven whistle, which she then pressed to her lips. It made a high-pitched bird noise, which every Scout had drilled into their head, and was the traditional call for Scouts. One blow would signal the Scouts in the area to travel to the origins of the sound. Almost immediately, the tree in which the Scout Powersound saw before was hidden rustled, and swayed slightly. There's one, Powersound thought. Several other trees in the vicinity started to sway ever so slightly, as the Scouts clambered down from their tree, and to the position of the whistle-blower. Within a minute, the Seven other scouts were congregated around the Lieutenant, awaiting her orders. "Alright, we've been 'ere for 9 days, and I think it's pretty clear that their is noth-" The sentence was broke off midway, as Powersound's sensitive ears picked up the sound of a snapping twig not that far off. Powersound was suddenly worried, as the 7 other Scouts were already with her. "Pull out, and load your bows" the Lieutenant said in a hushed tone, already loading her own bow. A spear. A shuddering string. Suddenly, one of the Scouts, whom was recognized as Private RoFact, was gurgling, looking down with utter terror at the long arrow shaft piercing his throat. He feel in a heap to the ground; Already dead. He was accompanied in death by Corporal Panzer, who had been impaled neatly by a Spear, which protuded from the Corporal's stomach. Power looked frantically around her for the ambushers, and spotted a man in some sort of camoflauge, perched in the same tree Power had. Within a second, the ambusher fell to the ground, an arrow in his shoulder. Not a deadly shot, but would leave him badly wounded. The Lieutenant suddenly realised that it was only her, and the scout Sergeant CornHolio left standing, from the 8 original scouts. She had only seconds of consciousness, before a rock smashed into the back of her head, knocking her to the ground. Sergeant Corn didn't fare any better, and was skewed. Within a minute, the entire Scout squad had been overpowered.
Powersound flickered into consciousness, her eyes blurred with her own blood. All she could hear was the chanting of her ambushers "We are the Ferals, the forest is our nation. We are the Ferals, the forest is our nation. We are the ferals." The chant came from various locations, Powersound noticed, until a large boot kicked her in the forehead, knocking her back into the bloody nightmares of her mind.
END OF PART 2. PART 1:http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=67818955
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