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Edited by VertheAlt:
12/28/2015 7:59:59 PM
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[b]The Rising Tide[/b]
[i]Planet 4C158[/i]
The arrival is harsh. The Imperial Forces warship blots out the sun as it lands, destroying multiple trees on artificial planet 4C158, or the outpost for Fireteam India. The men and women in giant, hulking armor step out, lead by a freakishly tall humanoid in a plaster mask and another man, clad in black armor, who brandishes a silver knife with the initials J.D. carved into its wooden handle and the side of the blade itself.
From behind the two, an hourglass figure steps out of the shadows. Her luscious red hair falls to the shoulders of her skin-tight black latex suit, which makes her more busty then before. Her green eyes glimmer like emeralds, as she is in the daylight, beautiful. Some of the men who stand before her smile, the large crowd of Fireteam India representatives and soldiers.
"Men, draw your weapons," the beautiful woman commands, and all the IF synthetic soldiers, about 50 of them, draw their weapons including the two strange figures. The woman draws two mini-Uzi's that rested on her hips.
"Fire! Damn you, fire!" The woman screams, and volleys upon volleys of billets mow down everyone in the crowd. Fireteam India wasn't wuick enough to fire back. Whatever soldiers left alive by some miracle of Hod are dragged into the IF Carrier for Intel.
[i]Two Hours Later, On the ISS Avalon[/i]
Sawyer and Decessare sit in the Command Bay, over a tape of gunfire ringing out and men screaming bloody murder for their lives, and then silence. Decessare shakes his head in disgust.
"They murdered a whole Fireteam just to provoke us. And now they're gonna torture whoever is left until they find out what our secrets are. Good men, they were. This means war," Decessare grimaces with a steely expression.
"Agreed," Sawyer nods, getting up. "We need to get on that carrier and extract the ones that got away before they spill the beans. Normally, I would've sent the ground troops in this situation, but the IF are no joke. The cavalry are in order."
[spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
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"Don't make me throw pure light at you"
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"I throw you downs garbage compactor."
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"I can move as fast as light. I am not getting thrown in the garbage compactor"
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[b]Ember is walking by, hanging his head, he's doing better, but something bothers him...he says...[/b] "Hey Sawyer."
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"Hey, Ember. How's your sister? And you?"
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"Luna's fine, I'm terrible..."
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Edited by VertheAlt: 12/28/2015 8:30:14 PM"Ah. What happened?"
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"I don't know, you tell me." [b]He looks up, the veins running up and down his neck are black and illuminating a cloudy glow, his has bags under his eyes, and his eyes emit the same, cloudy blue glow. He talks as if someone else is talking with him, but there voice is wretched and hoarse. His black wretched arm is so alive tiny tendrils are half detaching from his arm. He then takes a paper and holds up a paper that says "Project Wendigo, FN."[/b] "This ring a bell?"
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Sawyer's eyes open in horror. "Oh, -blam!-."
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"Yeah, who authorized this?"
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"No one."
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Edited by elijah: 12/28/2015 11:24:06 PM[b]Tears begin swelling in his eyes when he says...[/b] "Why? I can't take it anymore..." [b]He takes his wrist blade and holds it to his throat.[/b]
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Sawyer snacks the wristblade out of his hands. "NO. You're stronger than the stupid bastards who kill themselves."
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"No I'm not...I'm weak...not as strong as I was...eating my energy..." [b]Suddenly he has a threatening expression, and he screams threateningly, then he returns to his regular self, he collapses on a chair, cryingz[/b]
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[b]Frost sits against a wall, thinking about what he just heard and saw[/b]
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Sawyer walks towards Frost. "Don't eavesdrop, Trainee. Especially on your superior."
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"Never eavesdropped, I'm linked to the database"
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"Heh. I'm sure you are."
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"Indeed"
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"Fine. Your opinion of this?"
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"My opinion is the same as yours, in all honesty"
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"Good. Dismissed. We're going to the scene of the massacre tomorrow."
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"Of course, sir"
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[spoiler]End[/spoiler]
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[b]JT spots Sawyer and approaches[/b] "Sawyer!"
