[i][u]Crux, Competed Space[/u][/i]
[b]The battles had become worse and worse with each passing day, as the two forces grew more and more weary, desperate to end the fighting with their side the victor.
The Federation had managed to hold the Capitol City, though the Rebellion had pushed them to it's borders.
The constant boom of cannon fire and light from explosions had maintained intensity, even with the declining number of participants in the space battles.
In the distance, Colonel Jaeger could only watch as a Federation Dreadnought fell out of the clouds in a rain of smelted debris, landing over a mountain with a loud boom.
He had moved to participating on the front lines, relaying orders to his men as more and more officers died and their commands went to hell[/b]
Focus fire on the 5th Flank! 32nd Battalion, I need Anti-Aircraft fire Northwest!
[b]The air around the turrets hissed as they fired off on the Rebellion Fighters, hitting their mark and causing them to collide into sky scrapers
They whined, before coming down in a collapse near Jaeger's location, throwing up a cloud of dust and debris
His HUD adjusted, as he watched as Federation forces slowly declined on most fronts[/b]
This is Colonel Jaeger to August Proxy.
"We are reading you, Colonel. We have suffered heavy casualties up here, only 3 of our Cruisers remain."
[b]He was quiet for a moment, letting the Bridge Officer's news sink in[/b]
That's enough. Engage Formation Manifold, or these coords.
[b]He read off a multiple coordinates for Rebellion forces[/b]
"We read, Colonel. But are you su-"
Dammit! We don't have time! Do it!
"Yes, Sir"
[b]Th sky boomed as dozens of missiles broke through the atmospehere[/b]
"Manifold engaging in 3...2...1"
[b]The air was suddenly soundless, as hundreds of large scale explosions rippled through Rebellion forces, blinding most combatants.
A huge dust storm was thrown up, followed by a wave of air pressure and heat that threw the Federations forces on their backs[/b]
"Confirmed hits, heavy causalities on Rebel Forces Confirmed."
...August Proxy, return to cloaked status. Await further orders."
"Yes, Sir."
[b]The landscape was decimated
The Manifold Formation was used to not only shatter the opposition, but to also to decimate them
The NG-Nexus were equiped with dozens of HR-Pulse Missiles each, each missile packing enough of a payload to level small towns.
It was only to be used in extreme circumstances, as the affect it had on both allies and enemies was........ effective.
The Rebellion was in disarray, more than 2/3rd's or their forces wiped out in an instant, while the survivors were left isolated, due to the EMP effect the missiles also carried
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1st, 4th, 54th, 21st Battalions, give no quarter.
[b]Federation forces reversed the tide of the battles, having the Rebellion on defense instead of offense[/b]
No matter who wins here... it won't matter if the Fleet can't stop that threat.
English
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[b]Angela sat behind a destroyed car, her robotic arm and leg twitching and malfunctioning from the emp. She held her pistol in her normal arm which had only a few shots left. She had taken a bullet to her left leg making her unable to walk what with her other leg malfunctioning. She had blood splattered across her face and most of her armor and a few broken ribs after being slammed into the car by a shock wave from one of the several missiles.[/b] "Well looks like thisnis the end... I'm out of bullets and I can't move...but I made them pay" [b]she looked around at the several dozen dead federation troops around her[/b]
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Edited by Cosmic: 2/15/2016 4:20:05 AM[b]wheatley runs over, without saying any thing he flings her across his shoulder and runs for a nearby courtyard, with a landing federation dropship[/b]
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"So taking by me prisoner now are you?" [b]she chuckles coughing up a bit of blood[/b] "Good luck with that"
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[b]he still doesn't speak. He draws a handgun and mows through the Feds, including the pilot. As he puts her down in the dropship, white writing in his left shoulder piece reads "WHEATLEY: 2552." He allows his AI to hack into the ships flight, setting a course for a rebel FOB.[/b] "Hey? Can to hear me?"
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[b]she nods[/b]
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"Okay, I'm gonna need you to stay conscious, okay? Don't be passing out on me. What's your name?" [b]he begins cauterizing and bandaging wounds [/b]
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"Angela...." [b]she winces in pain when you cauterize the wound on her leg[/b]
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"Nice to meet you, I'm Wheatley. Who did this to you?" [b]he bandages the wound and removes the prosthetics, which are pretty much useless at this point[/b]
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"The fifty some dead feds you saw when you picked me up"
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"Alright, you got any other wounds? Anything hurt?"
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"I think I have a few broken ribs and a punctured lung"
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[b]he sighs[/b] "alright... Tac, you aren't gonna like this.." [i]"oh god, what is it.."[/i] [b]he takes off the armored stealth cloak he was using and throws it over her[/b] [i]"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"[/i] "Run medical nanite procedure number twenty one-forty seven." [b]his AI sighs[/b] "Fine... You owe me for this.." [b]the cloak lets out a small swarm of nanites that hold the lung open and the rips in place[/b] "It won't save you, but it will keep you around until we get back to the FOB..."
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"Thank you"
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"It's nothing." [b]he is now armor less, wearing a [i]bring me the horizon [/i] t-shirt he totally didn't forget to take off before putting on the armor[/b]
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[b]she is silent for most of the flight[/b]
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[b]a pool of blood develops from around him, yet he doesn't seem to notice or care[/b]
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[b]she seems too lost in thought to notice[/b]
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"You okay?"
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"Huh? Yeah..... but I've been better"
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"We've all been... Too many innocent people have died in that blast..." [b]he stares out of the opened cargo door, sniper rifle in hand, they close in on a rebel base Before being blasted out of the sky by a federation fighter. He grabs his AI, grabs you, and jumps from the dropship, falling around 15 meters before landing on a rooftop[/b]
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"Ow....that hurt" [b]she holds her side with her arm[/b]
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[b]he wraps her in the cloak, picking her up and booking it before the inevitable death squad inbound[/b] "You okay? You feel light headed? Can't breathe?"
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"I think.....I....." [b]she passes out[/b]
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"HEY! Stay with me, where almost there..." [b]he runs through the doors to a hospital, full of wounded soliders and guards[/b] "WE NEED A MEDIC!"
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[b]a medic runs over[/b] [Medic]"What happened to her?"