TFF: Anti-Yaoi Brigade

#51
It would be forgivable, considering the roar of the battle, that the muted *Chonk* of a suppressed sniper rifle would go unheard. Major Abramczyk looked up from the sights of his heavily modified Lee-Enfield and nodded. "Tag and Bag another one." He sighted again, and with another muted gunshot, a yaoist officer recieved a .303 suprise gift.

In this war, he was one of the best, trained for a dirty job; sniping out yaoists to break morale, and sow confusion and discord amongst enemy forces. It was something he relished on several levels: Firstly, on a purely mathmatical level. The range that David worked at often mean that the bullet could take almost two seconds to reach the target, and when he'd started at this, he'd lost count of the number of rounds he'd wasted from having his target move as he pulled the trigger. But now, he had it down to an artform.

Secondly, it was an emotional thing. With each life he took, he was making the world a safer place for he and his family. He sighted again, and fired. Another yaoist officer, a Major it looked like, fell to the ground, grasping at her throat where his bullet had smashed it.
 
#53
Location: COAS HQ, Unknown
Time: 0046 hours

ôà. Sousuke, do me a favor with remove trap.ö

Sousuke gave his commanding officer an odd look. He took a quick glance at his character sheet, and then at the commander again.

ôGod damn it Jim! IÆm a cleric, not a rogue. I donÆt have the remove trap skill.ö

The one known as Jim just chuckled as he stared at his confused subordinates face.

ôIÆm not talking about our game. IÆm talking about your next mission.ö A look of comprehension dawned on SousukeÆs face. ôYou didnÆt think that I called you into mission briefings room just to play D&D did you?ö

A pause.

ôà. It wouldnÆt be the first time.ö Jim chuckled. ôWell, it canÆt be helped that the briefings room has a really big table thatÆs perfect for playing D&D but anyway. This is your next assignment.ö He passed the shorter boy a folder.

ôYou will be infiltrating a YAOI research facility in the far reaches of the Shotox galaxy.ö Sousuke looked at the map inside. His eyes widened once more. ôBut Jim, uh I mean, commander. ThatÆsà.ö

ôYes, I know. ItÆs located deep inside YAOI territory. If you looked closer, the actual planet, Yaito11, is only 84 light-years away from the YAOI home planet. DonÆt worry though. If you get caught youÆll only be raà.. Sousuke? Where are you going?ö

Sousuke chuckled nervously. ôWell, you see. That last mission of mine really took a lot of me so I thought I should go spend sometime with my imouto chan so that I canàö

ôSousuke. Cut the crap. You know that I know that youÆre going to take this mission no matter what. In fact, youÆd rather die than fail a mission that can potentially kill your precious imoutos in combat. IÆm about as likely to tell everyone my real name as you are to run away. After all, thatÆs how we conditioned you in the early stages of HojoÆs SPECTRE program.ö

Sousuke flinched. His commander had a point. He knew that in his heart, he would force himself to take that mission. He would force himself to put on that mask once more. He would force himself to become the agent of death that that blasted scientist killed so many people to create all those years ago. Besidesà



ôIÆll take the mission if you tell who you really are commander.ö Sousuke smirked internally at the cloaked figure he played D&D with in his spare time.

Jim smile suddenly became cruel.

ôIÆll tell you on one condition.ö Sousuke raised an eyebrow. He didnÆt think that the commander would be so willing to give up his secret identity.

Jim beckoned him closer. Sousuke, his eagerness hidden by years of practice controlling his emotions, leaned in. Jim whispered into his ear. ôà kiss my ass.ö

He laughed. He then looked at Sousuke, only to see him with serious look on his face.

ôSousuke, look IÆm kià.ö

ôCommander, I donÆt believe that we have any donkeys in the HQ. So give me five minutes to retrieve one.ö

Jim just facepalmed himself. ôSousuke, first of all I was kidding. Second of allà. well, just forget it.ö æGotta remind myself this kidÆs as pure as blood covered snow. He may be able to commit mass genocide, but he donÆt know squat about anything else. Though that what makes him so ideal. No chance of seduction if the damn kid doesnÆt know what fucking is.Æ

ôAnyway, this mission is called Operation: Remove Trap. Our espionage units have gathered intel from the YAOI home planet that there is a SS secret research facility on this planet. You are to land there undetected, infiltrate the base, gather as much intel as humanly possible, and silence anyone that can rebuild the project from scratch.ö

The rooms many monitors powered on to show a detailed layout of the planet.

ôThe best point of entry would be in these jungles over here.ö Jim pointed to a heavy jungle area. ôYou are to then approach the base with extreme caution. Once inside, priority is to make a copy of their research data. Once this is done, eliminate everyone you believe to be capable of recreating the research data as well as the original research data itself. Now, any questions.ö

ôWhy the COAS? Special Ops is better suited towards this. I donÆt have the demolitions expertise required to blow the place to pieces.ö

Jim sighed.

ôYou must have not listened. The home world is only 84 light-years away from this place. As must as IÆd love to, blowing the place up will only result in the loss of the operative and data. By silencing the researchers, it buys our operative, you, to escape with the data.ö

ôI see commander. Just one more question. Why remove trap?ö

ôWell, they are researching how to create the greatest trap in existence.ö
ôUnderstood. IÆll be departing now in order to prepare for my mission. Good night commander.ö

ôGood night kidàà oh yeah, donÆt forget to get me a sample.ö Jim laughed.

ôI will commander.ö Sousuke replied before leaving, his cloak billowing in a must epic fashion from an invisible wind. As the door closed itself, a thud could be heard.

ôUuguuu... that hurt.ö Jim sweat dropped. æI forgot how klutzy the kid actually isà.. oh shit!.Æ ôKid, wait!ö The door opened and Jim ran out, only to see an empty hallway.

ôDammit kid! How the hell are you going to take a sample of a biological monstrosity? Are going to kidnap it or something? Shit. Why is he always taking me seriously?ö

Jim muttered to himself, praying for the shorter, more serious boyÆs safety.

Meanwhileà..

Sousuke sits in his chair. æWhy would anyone want to create a big trap? IsnÆt stupid to wait for someone to just waltz in so that they could fall for the trap. Also, if you see through the trap, it becomes useless, like those damn steel deer traps.Æ He yawned.

æBetter get going then.Æ He mused mentally as he stumbled towards the launch point. Then he paused. æIf that bastard tells me I canÆt get on the transport because ôThis ride is PG 13.ö IÆm gonna kick his ass. IÆm not that short. IÆm not 12. Damn bastards.ö

-Edit-

I forgot. I'm in the same boat as BB. I haven't written shit since 2001. I'm relatively new to thread RPing so that doesn't help. Hell, if anyone saw some of my works from my earlier posts, this one would be a big improvement. Yes, i just started writing like this today randomly. So...., please PM with your thoughts... unless there are other ways to criticize. If i'm ever to start working on my future fanfiction projects, i need to learn how to write and this is a good place to start.

Thank you in advance.
 

byakuryuu

Well-Known Member
#54
/-/-/

"Isn't this an unfortunate turn of events?" Rack began, the screen flickering slightly from some interference as Assasinguy's eyes fixed predominately on the face of his once brother-in-arms, "Here I am, trying to assist you in your Crusade, and you come all around the galaxy to butcher me.

"The forces of YAOI and CANON I've slain should warrant me a Medal, but rather, you choose to pursue me and put me down." Rack's grin grew maniacal, "After all my service," the eyes of the Lich condescended him, "you choose my death above all." hollow orbs shone with madness, "You, General Assasinguy, are a shame to your TFF, your President and our glory!

"You can't take the competition, so you choose elimination. You're only serving to rob me of my righteous glory in the eyes of TFF!"

"You're insane, Rack. Mental. The bacterium's completely corrupted you." the eyes of the Lightyear Fleet Commander blazed, "Guess you were too evil in the first place."

"Evil, my good General, is merely a point of view."

And the transmission ended.

"Do we have a track?"

"Yes, sir. Planet UR-112; he's within this system."

He had a bad feeling about this. An ominously bad feeling.

/-/-/

"Mommy?" Kara smiled as Uzume entered the Commander's quarters, clad in her Flightsuit. She dropped her pillow, "Whatcha doing back so early?"

"Testing's over," she stretched a bit, her shapely contours made out by the cloth of her uniform, "So I thought I'd check on my little girl." she winked a bit, before picking up her daughter, the thin 6 year-old and twirled her for a bit, earning giggles from both of them. "How was your day?"

"I miss Uncle Wesker."

Uzume twitched. That man was an evil influence on her daughter, that was for sure. Seriously, teaching a little girl how to mutate undead YAOI captives? It was INSANE. She'd be more comfortable with Luthorne as Kara's guardian than that maniac, thank you very much.

Well... not really...

"Uncle Wesker is a bad influence on you." she frowned a bit, earning an identical look from her smaller double, "I'm not saying stay away, but don't listen to him, no matter how cool," she grinned a bit, "that he claims it to be."

"Aww..." she pouted, "not even making corpses Walk Among The Living?"

"Especially corpses."

The daughter glared comically at her mother, who only grinned in response, and was proceeded to be tackled by Kara, throwing her into the soft couch that sat near their bed.

Anti's and her's, to be specific. Kara's was the little room full of ponies across the dining room.

"Is Daddy going to come with us to the Parade next week?"

She snorted. Kara could drag her father by a leash sometimes.

Just like her.

She was so proud.

"He wouldn't miss it for the world."

Then there was darkness, and no more was known.

/-/-/

INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!

"What?" Leon sounded over the ship's warnings, "Who could be - ?"

"Daddy!"

"Kara?"

He turned to the elevator doors, which opened... and revealed his daughter.

A Rack.

"NO!"

They vanished in a wisp of smoke, and the General howled.

/-/-/

He rushed down to the EX hangar.

"Luthorne, you there?" he switched on the comm, praying to the Heavens that the mad scientist would answer; the situation was dire as it was.

"Yeah, what's the situation?"

"Rack's got Kara."

"...Sonuvabitch. I just sent Rush after him, you should get the guy within your range in a couple of hours." Luthorne went on, "Also, I don't know if you'd approve, but... I kinda sent Project Angel after him as well."

"Is it field tested?"

"We'll soon find out."

He entered Hangar X, earning many a surprised look from the technicians, who had looked to have panicked from the prevous alarm, scurrying away from the gigantic (Almost 25 metres in height) chamber, wired into by many cables connecting from the walls, half a metre in diameter and metres and metres long.

The chamber resembled a gigantic coffin.

It read: P R O J E C T G U N F R E E

"Speaking of field tests... what's the launch code of Project Gunfree?"

"...You can't be serious, you're gonna - !"

"He has my daughter, Luthorne." he looked at the titanic chamber that held Project Gunfree, "You know how far I'd go with this."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Please, Luthorne."

"Aw, shit. It's Delta-Bravo-Ten." he said, "But who's gonna be crazy enough to - !"

"I am."

...

"WHAT?!"

/-/-/

Luthorne fought a migraine.

The General... the absolutely WORST TECHNICAL SPACE FLEET PILOT in the history of the Academy... taking the helm of Project Gunfree.

"I knew I shouldn't have put the damn thing under him."
 

B.B. Rain

Well-Known Member
#55
First off. Cool snippets, folks.

Second, Bluepencil...Man, I'm not good at writing stories, 'fics, anf ficlets. If you really, really, insist, I'll give it a shot, but...Shit.

Third, I had a response to your constructive criticisms. It was good. It was long. It was witty, entertaining, and thought-provoking. It was accurate, spell-checked, and up-front. I explained my reasoning, acknowledged your points, chacked all my references, and double-checked my logic.

It was, in short, absolutely fucking amazing.

It was three short paragraphs from conclusion and posting when the goddamned internet backspaced three pages and lost the whole thing when I tried to correct a typo.

I cried.

I managed to jot down what I remembered of the basic points, but it's bedtime, I've got to go back to work tomorrow for an eighteen-hour day after a long vacation, and frankly, just thinking about rewriting it makes me want to scream.

So. I may be able to rewrite it by this time tomorrow, but it's more likely to get rewritten and posted late Saturday afternoon. I'll edit it into this post, and I'll due my best, but it just won't be as good as what was lost.

See ya.

Also, Fic-Rack's a fucking looney.

EDIT: Just realized this won't show as an update, so I'll ad it as a new post.
 
#56
Thanks B.B. I'm sure they all appreciate it. I do.

Plus, you should never sell yourself short.

Except if it's to prepare for disappointements, I should know, one blindsided me today and I still feel like shit. :unsure:

Try your hand, you can't be as bad as I am.
 
#57
In order to clear up this thread, I'm going to create an OOC thread for this so that this thread is pure updates while on the other, everyone can chat abou their favorite parts, criticisms, etc. It gets rid of a lot of clutter.
 

bluepencil

that's why it's trash can, not trash cannot
#58


Stormfortress Tchangoor
Two hours later

The plan was met with blurred ranges of disgust and disbelief. However, the total risk
involved was far less than meeting a Bolo headon. The captain each went off to their
separate tasks before moving out.

Anagol Shupali was met by Agira-01, Seona Makavili, as he ordered the bio-capsules and
training cadres pushed into the pyramid ship. She saluted primly.

"Sir, I request that I remain behind to support the defense of this facility." She stood
tall, with flowing green hair, a classical beauty. She was in her late teens, and that
she remained a fighting officer was a testament to her skill... and in an inderect way,
Captain Shupali's own in molding her personality. She represented hope to the younger
soldiers, but in the end just another tool.

He let his glasses glint again. Ahh, such despair and hatred she must be feeling. The
T-Link System would be powered up considerably. Yaoi forces had on high command several
genius strategists, and one of them dug up the notion of the Sacred Band of Thebes. A
company of elites composed entirely of paired homosexual lovers, one older and one
younger, who being thus bonded would theoretically have a lot more invested in keeping
the soldier standing next to them alive and thus fight harder in their defense (and be
more prone to berserking at the enemy's expense if their lover fell). And it worked. The
Thebans managed to humiliate the Spartans, defeating a much larger force with good tactics
and utter fearlessness.

However, bishonen forces were rather too valuable for this. Yuri however, was a complete
anathema to their creed. Combat pairs however, were far too useful... so the basis of his
training regimen was complete dependence upon each other in the only pseudofamily group
the non-disposable troops were allowed to form.

Still, orders were orders. The Duke of Alexis was in candidancy for Princehood, and failing
to comply with his commands was a road to slow, agonizing suicide. He shook his head.

"The Karingdol was already defeated, Seona. Your mecha is the only prototype left."

"Sir, the two were always intended to fight in pairs. If you had sent us both out..."

"Are you questioning orders, little Seona?"

Fear and shame crossed her face. "Sir, no sir. I... accept the wisdom of the orders, sir."
she bowed deeply. That damned Bolo...! She would have her revenge.

"Good. Look after the cadre for me, I still have things to do here." He grinned, his glasses
completely reflective. "If I should happen to die here, tell my clone backup 'Enter phase
two of the experiment'."

"Sir! That's...!" The mere thought of him being less than perfect, it was inconcievable.
"You will prevail as always, sir."

"Well, if they should happen to -cheat- their way into victory, do avenge my death too,
would you?" He cackled and sent her away.


-
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Bolo Good Shepherd
Same time


The situation most likely began as soon as the girl woke up. She woke up screaming.
The sound is unpleasant to me. I am programmed with an urge to protect humanity,
but a certain urgency when it comes to immature humans on the battlefield. This is
still a war zone.

"It's all right. You're safe." Shinji was there to comfort her. "No one wants to hurt
you here."

Ayami Daikoro looked around, wide-eyed. From the open pit of the main hangar and its
mech standby bays to the side chambers, my insides are a study in sharp contrast.
She patted the luxurious guest bed she was on, in one of my secondary rooms that
seem more like a hotel suite. Just a short walk away, the gantries level with the face
of Evangelion Unit-01 MP.

"Am I... inside a Bolo...?" she whispered. Her fear is understandable. No Bolo has ever
failed in its stated mission. Besides, we are big and recognizable. The enemy takes us
well as a symbol of TFF's martial might. There is also disbelief, since it lacks all the
skulls and torture facilities she might have been expecting.

"Aye. Introduce yourself, would you, Shepherd?"

I am Bolo, Mark XXXVI of The Line, 14141-GSP, "Good Shepherd" to those who know
me. She cringed at the echoing timbre of my speaking voice. I apologize. I also made
explanations to the order that I am a Bolo, not my littler and more uncouth cousin, the
Baneblade. I was at her service.

She looked unconvinced. The introductions started going around. She had already
been introduced to Shinji Ikari, pilot of the Evangelion. Over there, in the light blue
eighties clothing, with his poofy eighties hair and troubled teen looks was Camille Vidan.
Lounging nearby was the strongly-built Alexandros Magnos The Second, whose face
might as well have been carve out of marble. Standing some distance away as not to
seem threatening, with his olive complexion and dark blue uniform was the commander
Charles Bhepin.

What likely disturbs most people is that my official crew -looks- as if they should be
with the yaoi forces. None of them were in any way specifically attractive or bishonen,
but they were each tall and with compact builds.

"Wha... what do you want from me?" she mumbled out, drawing her knees up to her
chest. I wonder if perhaps they had served their lolis propaganda about rape. It is as
terrifying thing, and along with her words earlier about our barbaric ways... most likely
that it was how she and most of their forces believe how the males of TFF conduct
themselves. The fear and shame in her eyes... my commander turned away, lest his
angry face frighten her.

"... purge them in cleansing flame." he whispered. After a while, he turned back. "What
do we want?" He grins. "We want you to feed. You must be hungry." He looked up and
said "Chocolate cake, Bavarian. Purest decadence."

I cater to your merest bourgeois whim, commander.

Zot. I replicates a cake and brought it out onto a table nearby.

Zot?

Yes, zot. Perhaps breem! is more accurate for the transporter effect? I comply. The
narrative continues.

Alexander II helped her out of her hesitation by that no one planned on eating her, at
least not until she grows up more... and by that point she might enjoy it. A toolbox
flew up and struck him upside down the head for no readily apparent reason. Camille
looked smug.

The other two just laughed. And it was there, I believe, that she realized that they
were really just people too. However... she frowned... they were still the enemy. She
was a prisoner, no matter how pleasant the surroundings. She slowly put a spoonful
of cake into her mouth.

She fainted. Apparently, the yaoi training program purposely prevented them from
knowing the full range of taste sensations possible. They were not encouraged to look
past their bland, if nutritious glop. Eventually, they would deem organic and cooked
food as inefficient and inferior, as mere flavor useless trifles.

"It's like the Zentraedi all over again...!" the commander groaned. "Didn't they already
co-opt the Zentran...? Their culture might be pathetic, but it was still more than those
who know nothing but battle could handle."

"How many more children do you expect to save during this campaign?" asked Camille.
"I don't think they'll actually fit in here."

"All of them." he ground out. "We will save them all, if we can. Right, Shinji?"

The boy nodded firmly.

Alexander II merely chuckled, rubbing at the back of his head. "But eventually, they
will send another child at us, to kill or die. You know this. The closer we reach the
fulfillment of our campaign objectives, the more desperate the enemy will become. We
have... seen this before."

"We can't send anyone back to deprogramming until the Fleet returns." Camille warned.
"Don't trust blindly. She's cute, but she can still be deadly. We don't know how deep
they put their hooks into her."

-

A few hours later, we were under attack again. A squadron of Garlion-F, flying mass-
produce mecha that were little more than discs with legs and arms to hold a G-Railgun.
Its shape gave it decent armor angling, but unfortunately not nearly enough for even
the lightest of my cannons.

We scrambled into action. The Zeta and the Bucephalus went up, while the Evangelion
lay back in preparation for launch.

"Hey, aren't you going to secure me at least?!" the girl shouted in indignation. "I'm still
your enemy, you know! You can't just go into battle and leave me free to do whatever
I want...!"

"Miss Daikoro, are these mecha piloted or controlled by bioroids?" was the commander's
response instead. "Now, I'm not sure any pilot would actually be stupid enough, even
with coercion, to attack a Bolo with such pathetic forces... but I must know."

"... you... you can't expect me to help you..." she mumbled out. They had been so
disturbingly nice. It was perfectly all right to fight for her friends or her beliefs, she
was told. She could only conclude that they were all completely insane. They were
enemies, and they shouldn't be treating her like she had already agreed to betray her
own duty.

If she said no, then as much as they were being gracious... maybe that's when the
torture would start. "Just get it over with..." she added in a whisper.

"I didn't lie. We're here to liberate this world and its people... and soldiers are people
too. This is your chance to prevent unnecessary deaths." At least in this continent.
The other Bolos will not be so choosy.

The girl shook her head; no, they were running on AI. Automated systems were reliable
and merciless. Also, even with the slightly ludicrous mechanoid frame, it removed the
need for life support and inertia damping. These -should- be capable of reacting much
faster than biological systems.

"Weapons free." was the command. "Cut standard 'show quarters' chatter."

I laid waste to the skies. Those outside my firing arcs were easily taken down. AI in
mecha usually cannot deal with the precognitive.

Silence returns after three minutes. "Did we really need to launch for this crap?" was
Camille's complaint. The girl looked shocked. I believe she had equated soft living with
complete ineffectiveness in battle.

"We've been doing this for a long time... a very long time." my commander explained
wearily. He patted at a console. "A Bolo's home is the battlefield."

The only time we may rest, is when this world is free; I added.

Commander, high-energy source.

"Battlescreens to maximum! Camille?"

"We're not going to be attacked." the newtype replied. I am indeed most thankful for
the precognitive condition. The ideal synthesis of man and machine, Mobile Suit and
Bolo... this was thought impossible until, over time and great necessity, TFF managed
to perfect the protocols.

"Then where- ?"

Rathgrith.

I release three observer drones, towards the city. It is a drab assortment of prefab
buildings and weak attempts at greenery in the center of a rocky mountain valley. A
thin river allowed some farming to be done, but my readouts of standard stormfortress
construction states that such were completely self-sufficient. Likeliest function of the
settlement was as a source of bodies for labor, training, and... diversions.

Commander, we are recieving wide-band transmission.

"On screen."

A handsome, but stern male face showed onscreen. He had short pink hair that instead
of making him look silly only added to the disdainful effect. "Our world is under attack."
Ostendo Pillanar was saying. "You have been instructed on how these barbarians wish
to destroy the perfection we are all working towards. Now you know...! You will get no
mercy from them, and not any from us for those who refuse to fight!"

The girl gasped. "That's... Pillanar-sama! He's... " She broke off. After a few thinking
beats, continued with "He leads the military garrison in this region. He's a really great
warrior... and his mecha..."

"Is no match for this Bolo. The one you used was an experimental weapon platform
superior to his own personal mecha, wasn't it?" my commander said to her. "We are
adapted specifically to counter such wanking. As you already failed, he knows that
his own mecha has little better chances."

"There is a Bolo, and it is content to attack from long-range... this city! They have no
honor, these barbarians; no class or style or worth in existence! I know you can hear
me, you inside that foul Bolo! Fight us, man to man, if you actually have the courage.
Everyone here will die before bowing to your will. This place will burn rather than be
cowed by unfair tactics!"

"... those bastards!" My commander stands up quickly and slams his fist down the
central console. I retract the panel down before he could damage it. "They're trying to
make it look as if we're attacking civilians just for being subjects of yaoi. Dammit! We
need the support of the rebel forces already inside the city...!"

The transmission zoomed out to show the four captains standing at the middle of the
main street, flames and wind dramatically whipping around them. They all had swords
unsheathed. "We challenge you to prove your worth and your righteousness in the
truth of crossed blades."

"This will make things difficult. We must not give in to their fears that our goal here is
genocide." Alexander II muttered. "How can we convince them...?"

"The defenders are threatening to massacre their own people, just for an advantage!
We're almost useless when it comes to cities."

"Um... I'm still here, you know." Ayami Daikoro said, raising her hand. "Don't you think
it's bad form to say things like that to a potential spy?"

Shinji's voice went out of the Eva's external speakers, certainly an eerie event. "Even
if you do want to escape and give word, by that time it's useless anyway. Bolos have
a tendency to outpace their own situation reports. Specially for a tactical MOBILITY
Bolo."

It is good to know you are appreciated. Still, what are your orders, commander?

"No choice, then." He sighed. "Everybody out of your machines. Shephered, prepare
a Flying Thunder Stake. Get my old combat armor out of storage, would you?"

Sir? But that... His chair was already sinking down into the lower deck. I dutifully open
up the containers he wanted. Explosions were still happening on Rathgrith, making it
seem as if we were continuously bombarding the place.

I could do nothing but wait, as my people prepared. My commander walked over to
an open space on the third deck, and inside white circle there. He had on a dark blue
maoist-style jacket and padded pants. A simple cavalry sword was at his left side.
Shinji Ikari joined him soon after, a similar armor jacket over his plugsuit and an antique
katana on his back. Alexander II had a Grecian cuirass, a shield, and a short blade. He
had decided to forego the helmet, but wore instead a torc in the shape of victory
leaves. Camille had a fencing rapier and nothing more than normal clothes. Armor would
just slow him down, and it is true that not being hit is its own form of invulnerability.

I launch a single missile towards the city, slamming it into the road in front of the yaoi
captains. It breaks apart to expose a short-range teleportation booster. It is a common
wisdom that since teleportion was a hideous advantage, it was better to be jam even
your own teleport systems than to chance the enemy 'porting a bomb into the middle
of your command center. The short-range enabler activates only for a fraction of a
second, allowing teleport from here to the enemy zone and hopefully the enemy does
not trace and 'port something else back.

There is a crack, and displaced air. Combat teleport must be as rapid as possible, none
of that transporter shimmer. Air blows outwards at the arrival point, creating a boom.
The transit is instantanous. This is why the system is called Flying Thunder. It is an
unjammable single-use technological Hiraishin.

"Standard dueling panache?" my commander asks the enemy leader in a conversational
tone. At the nod, his companions run for it; spreading out. The enemy broke off to
follow.

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#59
Deep within Stormfortress Tchangoor, a beacon started glowing. Hidden by a brave spy of TFF within YAOI, it was meant to provide an entry point for their forces during an assault.

Today, it served that purpose.

A sharp crack announced the arrival of a squad of twelve men. With praticed ease, they spread out into the room, a deserted supply depot, covering the entrances with their Heavy Plasma Rifles and Blaster Bomb Launchers.

The leftenant checked his map display with a glance. They were three levels above their target and YAOI minions would soon swarm the area looking for the source of the energy spike. Time to move.

Silently, they crossed the main door into the hallway. No sign of enemy forces, most likely all at their battle posts, and no cameras. A quick serie of handsigns and the squad moved down the corridor, covering all angles.

"Watch those corners."

The whispered warning of the leftenant resonated like thunder in the helmets of the troopers as they passed an intersection. Everything was still silent, if one forgot the almost constant rumbling of distant explosions and the wailing of alarms.

They found an elevator, for once exactly where Intel had told them it would be. There were no stairs, no other way down, and so they would have to take the risk of being located.

'Of course, if they forget to put surveillance cameras in their elevators...'

The grim smile of the leftenant reflected the sastisfaction of his squad when faced with the proof of the overwhelming arrogance of their foe. If they did not think it possible for their base to be inflitrated, then they would pay for it.

"Maybe they know we're here, sir. Maybe they're waiting for us downstairs."

The probability of it was great. But then again, it was still the leftenant's call.

"We don't have the time to dig through the floors. We'll have to take that chance."
___

The elevator ride was silent as a grave. Not a word was spoken as troopers readied themselves for whatever could be waiting for them when the doors would open.

"Nearly there."

Tension rose among the men. Weapons were checked urgently, power armors examined for any flaw that could spell their doom.

The doors opened with a sterotypical "swish"-ing noise.

____

They looked surprised. These would be the words written in the After Action Reports of each squad member when referring to that moment. Just a band of little, frail, young teenaged girls bearing weapons that seemed ridiculously oversized for them.

Not that it had any impact the reaction of the X-Com soldiers. A stun gas grenade landed at their feets, green soporific gas hissing out of its vents. The group of six collapsed on the ground without a struggle. They were just girls, after all, and Commander Bhepin's attitude was greatly respected and believed in among most of those who fought with him. They could still be saved.

Rapidly relieving the child-soliders of their weapons and equipement, the troopers proceeded towards their objective. They still had the element of surprise, and they could not afford to waste it.

They reached the intersection that would lead them to their target. The leftenant raised his closed fist and the squad fell into place behind him, backs against the wall. He leaned slightly, looking into the hallway towards the door they had to reach. It was guarded.

Worse, they were Converted.

They were too far for a stun grenade, no one in his squad could throw that far. They would have to be taken care of the old way.

They probably would have prefered it that way, were they sane.

'Two. Rifles. Take them down. Breach.'

The troopers acknowledged the orders, recognizing the hand signs from their training. An orange pauldroned trooper moved to the corner, kneeling and taking aim with the integrated systems of his armor. The sergeant was the best sharpshooter of his squad and a veteran of many campaigns, while he was still relatively new to the job.

The shots were not silent. The intense noise and explosive result of the plasma bursts had certainly announced their presence. Subtility be damned.

The squad's demolition expert, covered by the coporal in his dark blue pauldroned armor, rushed fowards with the breaching charges. The corpses of the guards were still smoking when he finished setting them on the armored door.

The squad pilled up in breaching position, at a safe distance from the powerful explosives, then the charges were detonated. The explosions were deafening and would have knocked half of the squad unconscious if not for the sound dampning systems of the armor.

The sergeant and the leftenant quickly moved to the smoldering edges of the doors and threw their stun gas grenades in. Half a heartbeat later, the squad rushed in the room, sweeping the area with professionalism, keeping their fields of fire clear and open.

Their target was before them. Surrounded by knocked out enginneers, all of them girls barely in their early teens, were the Stormfortress' power generators.

Most specifically, those providing power to the energy shields of the Stormfortress.

"Clear out the kids. Gents, I want this place wired to blow in five minutes tops."

Leftenant William Desfeld, SpecOps, didn't mention that they likely didn't have three minutes before most of the disponible base security was on their asses. He just hoped that the BOLOs and the Fleet in orbit would take the opportunity to blast the hell out of the enemy fortified artillery before they could reroute enough power to reactivate their shielding. Hell, if they were lucky, they might survive long enough to link up with the Infantry and get evac'ed.

But now was not the time for hopeful dreams, they still had a lot of secondary objectives to neutralize. Time to get this show on the road.
 

B.B. Rain

Well-Known Member
#61
NINJA EDIT: Ah. I thought this was the chat thread, and the other the story thread. Whoops.
 
#63
Location: YAOI Secret Research Facility, Yaito11
Time: 2352 Hours

*Swish*

The door opened.

ôà.. that was easy. I didnÆt even have to press a button.ö

Sousuke looked around. æGood, no one in sight.Æ He paused. æI need more information.Æ

*Tap. Tap. Tap.*

He turned his head towards the location of the sound. æSomeoneÆs coming.Æ He activated his high tech cloaking device. With it activated, nothing can find him even they're right on top of him.

ôàà someone left this box in the hallway right next to the service door.ö

Sousuke smirked. Through two small holes in the box, he was able to observe his enemy. æTwo females.ö He noted. æResearchers judging from their clothing. Two yawns and a cup of coffee suggest that the one on the right is exhausted from work. The other has a slight bounce in her step, suggesting that she is to work the night shift.Æ

ôI canÆt wait. Can you? WeÆre almost done. I canÆt believe weÆre almost done.ö She sat down on the box. ô Yes.ö Her partner yawned back. ôWe just have to do a field test to see its effectiveness.ö

Sousuke eyes glimmered.

ôOh I canÆt wait.ö She gushed. ôWatching that beautiful thing blush from the attention it receives. Seeing it get taken into a pair of strong arms. Watching it being bend over, its cute little face blushing as his lover whispers encouraging, affectionate words before being takenà..ö

*Shing*

Her words cut short by a knife tearing through vocal cords.

ôAà.ö

*Doink*

Another knife found itself lodged to the back of the otherÆs head. Sousuke wiped the blood off of the daggers before setting off once again. æIt seems that there are a number of prisoners being kept in the facility for experimentation purposes.Æ

He stopped. æPerhapsà..Æ He rummaged through the property of his victims. æPorn discs, more porn discs, action figure with removal privates (it came off when he took it out of the pocket), more discs, a map, more pà.. wait a minute. A map?Æ

He spread the paper apart. æIt is a map. Jackpot!Æ He looted the rest of the body. æNothing much. She was at the end of her shift though. LetÆs try the other.Æ He rummaged through her belongings as well. æAll I got was a keycard. I hope itÆs good for something.Æ

He opened up the map. æDamn, this place is huge! No labels though. Judging from the spacing, that corner in the basement must be the holding cells. Maybe thereÆll be someone to help me out.Æ He moved.



*Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.*

*àà Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.*

Sousuke sighed. æThat makes 53.Æ

Sousuke was having a tough time sneaking around the compound due to the large number of guards and extremely narrow hallways. The COAS prided themselves in accomplishing missions with the least amount of necessary casualties. This way, it was harder for the enemy to determine if there was a spy in the midst.

æSo much for that idea.Æ He thought bitterly as he finally reached the holding cells. æAt least I made it.Æ

*WHRRAA*

ôIntruder alert. Intruder alert. Unknown agent has entered facility and is rapidly closing in on the project. It is must be apprehended and terminated at all costs. I repeatàö

æShit. How did theyàÆ He looked at the guards once again. æIt canÆt be.Æ He checked the collar they were wearing.

æFuck! Those were monitors to watch their health. Once they died, they knew I was here. Gotta move fast then.Æ

He discarded the box and ran.

*Bang* Shoots could be heard coming from behind him. He jumped forward, turned around in midair and unloaded a few shots at his pursuers, and then kept going forward. This continued as he weaved in and out of the various halls. æAlmost there.Æ

After a few more minutes, he saw a hallway that led to a number of prison style doors. æThatÆs it.Æ He stopped.

*C4 has been planted*

He ran.

*Kaboom*

The hall collapsed on itself. æThat should buy me some time.Æ

Sousuke walked up to one of the cells. He peered in, then proceeded to throw up. æWhat kind of sick monsters are they?Æ Inside were the corpses of two naked 10-12 year old boys. They were being forced onto each other. They died crying in pain and suffering.

He began to go through each cell. There were bodies of various underage boys being forced to do numbers of unspeakable acts before their lives were claimed. Some of the cells had notes next to them. ôTest subject 43 fornicated with 78. 78's mind was close to succumbing, but his mind shut down. He proceeded to tear his own body to pieces. The sight caused subject 43 to shatter his mind. Our goal is still far away from being achieved.ö

Sousuke was besides himself in disgust. æHow could they do this? Do they have noà..Æ
The clipboard besides the next cell silenced him. It read, Amputation Room. In silent horror, he peeked into the room. He threw up again. Inside was a little girl 8-10 years of age hung on the wall by chains. Her right arm and left leg was cut off. To the far right was an operating table. On it was a boy of the same age. His whole body was stitched up of various body parts that were of an effeminate nature that was not his own. To the side of him were various body parts of all kinds. Unrecognizable carcasses were chained to other parts of the wall, most likely other girls. The whole place reeked of blood, fear, and sadism. None were of alive.

There was little note on the clip board. He read it aloud.

ôSubject 152 has been successfully turned. We proceeded to begin the next phase of the project. We attempted to graft a number of desirable elements into his body, but it was unable to accept them. It eventually died from blood loss and its mind shattered. This is a tragedy. We now have to spend precious time finding subjects that could have been devoted to watching hawtà.ö He trailed off from there.

SousukeÆs mind was being pushed beyond its limits. How could someone be so cruel and care so little about human life. If it werenÆt for the fact that his mind was already partially shattered by years of inhumane experimenting (but not of this degree. Hojo liked his test subjects alive, just not necessarily sane. They had to be combat efficient and capable of judgment and reasoning after all.), he would have snapped right there. Instead, he ran. He checked the cells with an alarming pace. One after another. Scenes of cruelty passed his eyes one after another. There was seemingly no end to them. Finally, he reached the final cell at the end of the hallway. He prepared himself once more for another grizzly scene when he heard it. It was faint, pained, but gave his heart such joy that he could barely contain it in his small body.

ôà Pleaseà Help meà. I donÆt want to dieàö

It was a voice. It was alive. He opened the cell.

*Sniff. Sniff.*

The cell was pitch black. Using his well honed sense of hearing, he followed the sound of soft cries through the room.

ôNoà pleaseà no more. Just let me die. Justà no more.ö

ôShh. DonÆt worry now. IÆm not going to hurt. IÆm here to get you out.ö
ôReallyà. Are you.. not going to doà things to me.ö
ôDonÆt worry. NothingÆs going to hurt you ever again.ö

The sound of footsteps echoed through the halls.

ôHeÆs found his way to our possession. Kill him and get it back.ö

His eyes narrowed. His hands tensed. His senses flared. His whole body screamed for vengeance. He whispered once more.

ôI swear it.ö
 

andaandyckas

Well-Known Member
#64
Oh....my........

:ph43r: :ph43r: :ph43r:

Sousuke Unleashed. Will there a continent still standing?


And CardBoard Box?


:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

A high tech cloaking device indeed. :yay: :yay:
 

bluepencil

that's why it's trash can, not trash cannot
#65
-
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The recall took three microseconds. Was all the verbosity really necessary; I asked my
12th processor. Probably not. But it was these little touches of insanity that kept the
greater rampancy at bay.




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I would be most grateful for any more information you can provide on these... captains,
miss.

She is still uncertain. Fighting out there were the strange new people she had just
met, and the familiar if forbidding authorities of her entire world-view. She must decide
here, who she wanted to live or die. That she would have little effect on the outcome
mattered even littler still; it was the decision that could break her in two.

They are going to win, you know.

"... your stats are accurate, right? Bolos... even we know, you don't lie..."

Of course. We may omit, but we never obfuscate. These values rely upon sensory
data compiled and examined with great care. However, if odds are that matters, then
no one should ever need to go to war. .

"I don't understand... all this fighting.. TFF... don't you see it? The gap betwen our
forces is too great. Why do you keep fighting...? It's too big." She looked up. "It's
obvious."

The other screens were deperately trying to follow the action. The bottom-left screen
still had my commander sitting down, almost meditative, before the military leader of
the region.

-
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"I'm surprised you actually accepted." Captain Pillanar had said to him. "You actually
even care about the pathetic scum in this place? How idiotic. This plan should not
have worked, you are a FOOL to give up your advantage."

"Elimination of the enemy command structure is also an objective..." he replied. "Hmf.
I suppose I should congratulate you for this

"You...are the Bolo commander?" the enemy continued, frowning. "You must realize
that using that damned tank would be... dishonorable. And retribution will be met not
just in this city, but every other in this continent."

Charles Bhepin nodded. "Even in war, one must be able to rely to some extent upon
the enemy. That's why we, of the many regiments available to TFF, were chosen to
assault this world." He shrugged. "As long as you act civilized to some extent, so will
we. If you want to just slash and burn your way into victory... we can do that too."

He was appealing to the enemy's sense of drama. It is very hard to resist; knowing
that in a fair fight they would meet only a quick, bloody death under the sight of my
guns. The enemy must know, that tactical leverage is only useful until it is actually
used - and after that there will nothing that can restrain an even more determined
opponent.

Ostendo Pillanar took several skips back, and seemed to burst into light. A ominous
matte-black powered suit formed around him.

My commander sat down on the dirt.

Then, nothing.

"Are you surrendering to your fate?" he was asked.

"Of course not."

"... you really are the commander of the Bolo, are you not?" he was asked again.

He nodded. He let out a deep breath, and closed his eyes. The enemy might as well
have been paralyzed.

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Now that, was completely unnecessary, 12th processor. Consider yourself on a thirty-
second lockdown.

In many ways, your society is a strict meritocracy. Officers are given rank directly
proportional to their own personal power and ability to hold on to those he controls.
This is why the captains are confident enough to come out on their own; it is usually
a given that bosses are equivalent in combat to at least half of the forces under their
control. There are people out there who can tear apart mobile suits with their bare
hands.

A Bolo is worth several full companies. More sinister still, I am the only Bolo sent to
bring this entire continent to hell. I can make a guess at what the enemy is thinking;
the best kind of threat is that which need not be said at all. Boasts and trash-talking
before battle is like the barking of wild dogs, but the greatest killers do so in silence.
My commander did not even bother to take a ready stance. The sensors must be
maddening; showing nothing but apparent weakness. It cannot be just that, it cannot
be! Is there an imminent attack... from behind? The sides? To be such at ease... it
must be something immensely powerful, that cannot be dodged or endured. The enemy
is a competent military commander as well and knows well: When strong pretend to be
weak. When under sight of the enemy, be elsewhere instead.

This pressure is ironically similar to how he forced us to deploy quickly and outside of
our tatical advantage.

He had already lost, the very moment he decided to -speak- to my commander.

"It's a bluff...? But, what if the enemy decides to just attack anyway?" I am gratified,
but do not mention how she had already and so quickly changed her point of reference.

He is afraid. He is a fool if he acts. He will not think himself a fool for not acting... as
my commander had said earlier, in war one MUST be able to rely on some extent upon
the enemy.

Explosions.

My sensors are reading a truly immense volume of spiritual pressure. Ah, so already
knows. She can feel it even this far.

Charles Bhepin looks away briefly. The mecha-clad captain tensed to act, then the
moment was lost. My commander smiled impishly, even condescendingly at his enemy.
"Looks like one of your colleauges just got a lesson on why it's not a good idea to piss
off a young god."

-

What? Well, -bleep- you too, you -bleeping- -bleeper- of a -bleeped- -bleep-! That
-bleeping- Bolo Shadowsword just pulled down a -bleeped- stormfortress, and now he
is crowing about it on the Bolo Tactical Hypernet. We need to stop him now, or he will
keep on reminding us of this event ever incessantly. If three seconds can feel like an
eternity to a Bolo, imagine three hundred years. It would be like the Battle of Ixe all
over again.

15th Processor, you are adept at this sort of thing. I am giving .002% of mt processing
cycles. Go hurl some abuse at that pretentious snot.

-


Shinji Ikari is... I suppose will do no harm to explain... a being that should not be. At
this point in time, there actually three Shinji Ikaris, each of them as real as the other.
Certainly, Yui Ikari makes no distinctions. They all behave the same way, have access
to the same source of power. One being split into three time-plane structures. Their
experiences are all different, their attitudes and action may vary, but subconsciously
they are sharing and learning.

We might think of this one as the merest slice of potential within a 'future' Shinji,
brought into this violent universe by the fury of his own battle against his equal. So
great was the turmoil that they punched right through spacetime and into this setting.
His opposition wasted no time joining the yaoi forces.

You do not believe me? Look at him, running away and barely holding on. Does he seem
like a hero? You have seen your idols react with cool disdain and elegance even in the
midst of battle. It is not a show of courage.

Bravery is not the absence of fear, but to have that knowledge of losing utterly, and
going off into battle anyway. He can die here. If he does, all the conscious knowledge
he has and the power he has earned will be lost.

Yet he fights.

Well, ineffectively, but he does.

"Having fun yet, boy?" Hondelus Osic sneers. "I thought you could do better than that.
I can just... taste... your potential."

"S-sorry to disappoint." Shinji responds, trying for a flippant tone.

"You could become a perfect being. If you renounce this foolishness, I will spare your
life." The enemy grins, showing perfect teeth. "There is power here, there is delight,
more than you can possibly imagine. Everything you want, can be yours!"

"Not at the expense of other people!" Shinjo shouts back. "I don't care about power!
What you're doing is just wrong!"

"Wrong? Hah!" They run along, clashing and parrying for a few more minutes. "It is
the strong, that decide what is right. The weak must obey, or they die." The captain's
sword turns into a flaming blast. With a simple sweep, he immolates half the street.

Shinji scrambles to a stop. "No...! There are still people in there!"

He is met only with laughter. "So what? Do you really believe they are important in any
way? So what? There will always be more. The strong must not be pulled under by the
weak, be held back by chains of mortality or belief! Hahahaha!"

"Stop it!" The boy's attack is easily rebuffed.

"How about this? Surrender, and I will spare their lives. Can you do that?"

The boy seems to consider this. His grip on his sword tightens. "I... no. You're the one
killing them."

The enemy laughs some more. "We really are not that different. Oh, dance, oh flame.
Forever shining on our youth! This is what's right and real! Perfection should thus be
fueled by mediocrity!"

Handelus Osic sends a fireball down the street, but then it splashes against a barrier.

Shinji looks up. A strong wind blows from the east, and strokes at his hair. It seems
to be growning longer, black lock swaying in the wind. His corneas eyes are glowing a
hellish red. "So you like fire? Then let me show you an eternal flame!"

There is a keening wail, and the boy runs forward, his teeth bared. He breaks through
a curtain of flame crosses the distance. He slams into the enemy and his left hand
clutches the yaoi mage/knight's face, and the enemy screams. The heat from Shinji
Ikari's hands is searing down into the skull.

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Hellgate MP-50
InstantKill on Critical

Hit!
HP -300
Critical!

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"When you get to hell, say hello to my father." Shinji grits out. He pushes down, and
the enemy is sucked into the flaming hole in reality. The overly-pretty man's screams
mingle with the delighted roars of innumberable, unholy beings.

The gate closes up, and Shinji shivers, as if cold.

"It's still burning..." the boy whispered, looking around him and up at the darkening sky.
"...if I could only make it rain..."



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Sparks fly as their swords clash. Rock, planks, and assorted detritus float and swoop
about like falcons. This is a battle that happens on two different levels simultaneously.
Anagol Shupali is a tall, dark-skinned man with strange greenish hair, and his lab coat
flaps about like a cape. He is cackling, his glasses glinting under the sunset.

"Wonderful, wonderful! So this is the power of a natural Newtype." He gestures aside
with his sword and focuses the T-Link system embedded all over his body. A section
of a nearby wall is torn right off, and rushes at Camille Vidan.

He falls back, as if slipping on a banana peel, and the heavy prefab block whistles past.
If it had hit him, even a glancing blow could have pulped his body parts. It slams into
a house on the far end of the street. Camille get back up, frowning.

"Yes!" the mind-manipulation scientist laughed some more. "This proves everything! It
is war, it is conflict that drives evolution! What would you be without war? Just one
more pathetic bug of humanity, without meaning! You should be thankful for war! This
is the natural state of ALL life...!"

"Shut up!" he shouts back. "Messing with people's minds, treating them as nothing
more than tools...!" Back in the Universal Century, the cyber-newtype program was
much the same, if several magnitudes lesser in horror. "Never again! Human live are
not meaningless. We're going to end this stupid war...!"

"Oh, you silly person. Of course they are."

Camille gets down to one knee and drives the point of his sword into the ground. His
posture seems as if praying. "Then let me prove it."

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Sorrow MP-25

Call 4d + 2*(lvl/2) Newtype ghosts
-20% Lawyering resistance while in effect
+10% Emo stat for duration of combat

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I do not see anything. My mechanical sensors cannot detect otherwordly phenomena.
However, the girl gasps. "They're... so many." she says in response to my inquiry. "I
see... some of my friends from the creche, they told me they were reassigned. So
they are dead, after all." Turning an oldtype into a cyber-newtype is a process far
more complex and with accepted rate of failure than of implanting geneseeds.

"Four... Rosamie..." Camille Vidan breaths out, fond joy on his face. The girl should be
seeing two women with him, one with cropped blue hair and a short overcloak and the
other with long, wavy purple hair and in more mature apparel. She confirms this. In
contrast, the scientist has on a look of pure terror; flailing his sword and throwing TK
objects around. He seems to be trying to get away, but there is nothing there, to me.

The girl looks away. Anagol Shupali bursts into a shower of blood and gore for no
readily apparent reason.

Camille Vidan is a skilled pilot, nothing more. However, as a newtype he can see the
sorrow of all those murdered in the name of futile conflict. He himself has destroyed so
many lives, but at least the souls of the slain allow him some worthy purpose. Those
who do not even acknowledge the consequences of their actions, their denial leaves
them no barrier to the judgement of those they wronged.

He is reaching up to the sky, trying to get those he loved to stay even for a few
seconds longer. This is a bittersweet ability. The sight of them only reminds him more
of the mistakes of his youth.

I can only hope he remains strong enough to resist the temptation of the Emo. Every
time he tries this, he risks himself being pulled into the helpless fury of the slain and
be judged unworthy as well.

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"Haa!" A bladed whip slaps the road, tearing up the concrete, then rears up to strike
again from behind. Alexander II dodges it just barely, watching the jagged weapon
shoot past the side of his head.

He makes a slight cut in the air with his shortblade, and the tip glows bright blue. A
sickle-shaped energy slash carries through the distance and takes off the roof that
Lucile Morgan was perching on. The captain makes a spin and lands ontop another
building.

"Oh, you're good. We could keep on doing this forever. Mmm... you have a rather...
wordly look about you. We could take in a different sort of... fun... if you want."

"No thanks. We knew this was a trap from the beginning." Alexander II grins. "And you
are one too."

"I assure you, these babies are real." Lucile Morgan cups her prodigous breasts. She
runs her hands down her tight sides and rubs at her firm buttocks. Then towards the
armor plate over her crotch. "... the best of both worlds, one might say?"

Alexander II grimaces. "Hermaphrodite. Ugh."

"The perfect mind. The perrfeect body. Come on, don't be shy. You know this can only
end one way. I can see it in your eyes, you know what it feels like. Ugly and weak
people don't even deserve to breath the same air we do. I don't really know who you
are, but it would be such a waste if you were to die... "

"Too bad. I can't say the same way about you! DIE!" Technically, 'die' is not a release
phrase for a soul cutter, but it matters little. The sliver of blue energy, crescent-moon
in shape, broke apart as the enemy coiled his/her whip around the attack and pulled.

The yaoi captain looked insulted. "Then so be it. Enough of this playing around. I am
Lucile Cormoranna Morgan, and this is Noctys Sorpandal! Behold! True Release!"

-----------------
True Release MP-30

Status Change!
HP +2000!
MP +100!

ATK +25!
DEF +25!
HIT+25!
EVD +10

-----------------

There is an explosion of power. Alexander II is nearly blown away by the outpouring
spiritual pressure. The building the enemy was standing on was simply shredded. A
coiled serpent, with jagged and spiny scales was there in its place.

"Bare your fangs! Grandis Sorpendal!" There is the grating 'ohohohohohoh' laugh. "Know
its name and despair...! Release your own soul cutter and see if it compares...!" The
snake, it turns out, is a strange reptilian with five barbed tails. To show off its own
reach and power, the beast whips out and destroys everything within two blocks of it.

Alexander II frowns. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. "... no more playing
around, huh?" He seems really saddened, for some reason. After a while, he opens his
eyes and puts his left hand up. "Hey."

"Hm... have you reconsidered my offer?"

"No." A sniff. "Amplitus Accio nosehairs."

The enemy screams in pain.

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Hit!
HP -5
Stunned!
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"Separate the firmament. Discuro, Gloria Lunae!" He slashed upward. The glowing blue
beam travels up, blasts away the clouds, past the atmosphere, and out into space.
I calculate the energy output as equivalent to one of my Hellbores.

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Hit!
HP -7000!
Critical!
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Feedback!
HP -500!
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"I am my own bankai, bitch." Alexander II says to the ashes floating in the wind. He
sits down and sighs again. "Ow. Dammit. This faux body can't handle too much of that."
He looks towards the center of the city. "Power this. Power that. Idiots. There are
smarter ways to fight a war..."

-
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The city is not so large, and the demise of each other enemy captain occured at a
close enough interval. The signs were easy to see. To the east behind a row of mass
residentials, a burning pillar. To the soutwest, a strange wailing that only humans can
hear. The moon-writing flash passed quickly, but its mercilless power unmistakable.

"You really don't know who you're dealing with, do you?" my commander says with a
wry grin.

"It... it can't be." the enemy mutters. He might not have liked his colleagues much,
but he knows how powerful they were. "And you. You lead them." How much more
terrible could his present foe be? For several minutes, my commander had trapped him,
indulging in apparently banal conversation. Now that his own loss seemed assured, he
seems to have mustered the courage. "You were just stalling me...!"

Charles Bhepin shook his head. "No. You were civil enough not to attack when I was
unprepared. The least I can do is to repay you with a fair fight." At last, he stands
up. "Let me just try one last time." He smiled slightly. "Lay down your arms. Or die."

The enemy is taken aback by the first clear threat. The powered suit hisses out. "I am
Ostendo Pillanar, Knight-Captain of the glorious forces of YAOI! You're a fool, if you
think I would ever surrender to the likes of you!" The clawed fingers of the suit starts
to glow a strange green shade.

"Mmm. Did you know that the T-link System Bolo and the Bolo mindlink share a certain
base technology?" Once again, an offhand comment disrupts the enemy's plans for a
dramatic rush. "Both rely on the development of hypersynapses. It actually makes the
brain... better... capable of psychokinetic feats without the risk of the Warp. It does
have its downside, too."

"What are you-... ?"

"It's a pity, really. If you had only faced me man to man, with honest steel, you had a
really good chance." The T-link system is open, I have already traced the connections.

Do it.

I comply. Hacking is such a crude word; using the commander as a local emitter, I
leap into the enemy's computer core. The T-link system, unfortunately, goes both
ways. There must be feedback, otherwise the controls would overcorrect from the
pilot's intentions. I could not hack into your mecha's systems as it is a pure T-link
booster. I know the enemy commander is not a cyber-newtype of your caliber. He is,
after all, still alive and mostly sane. Cyber-newtyping and the hypersynape usually
drives the weilder irretrievably insane after some time.

The Bolo mindlink is much safer, since there is practically no psychokinesis involved,
and much of the intensive thinking is accomplished on this end. The commander gives
focus, supreme authority and the occasional unexplainable but useful logic jumps.

"You've done some... pretty horrible things, captain. I suppose I can't really blame you
all that much if you grew up thinking this is the right and true way to run a society.
This is war, though... and using this tactic... killing these people, just to force us to
fight outside of our advantages." My commander frowned slightly. "This, annoys me."

The enemy's powered suit slumps forward, all its systems shutting down.

He sighs some more. "I should overload your reactor. Or I can just lock you in there
until your own life support runs dry." This is war, and a painless death is really more
than anyone could reliably expect.

The enemy is shouting a variety of expletives, which I -bleep- out for the sake of my
minor passenger. Perhaps this too, is unnecessary, as she seems stunned insensate by
the turn of events.

"But this is too unfair. I do owe you a direct confrontation, at least."

The hatch hisses and slides back. The enemy drops out, enraged beyond belief. His
T-link pilot suit lacks pockets, but the inside of the cockpit contains a laser pistol. He
gets up shooting. Every single one of his shots miss. Not because my commander
dodged, or that he has an I-field, but because I increased pressure inside briefly to
disorient him as he comes out. Ostendo Pillanar's expression takes on what could only
be called horrified enlightenment. TFF space and resources are horribly dwarfed by
the forces available to YAOI and CANON, and yet we remain.

They changed the rules, but we play the game.

He watches as the others walk back into view. My commander unhooks his sword from
his belt and tosses it through distance at the enemy's feet. "No tricks, no traps, no
more bluffs. Fight me, and if you kill me... well, we'll let you go."

"You are either a moron or a genius, I cannot decide which." the enemy snarls out. He
kicks away the sword and draws a vibroblade from inside the cockpit. The blade turns
red and lets out a slight humming sound.

Charles Bhepin flicks out a beam knife, the charged particle blade a mere five inches
long. He gets into a knife-fighter's crouch and beckons the enemy closer.

Ostendo Pillanar bellows, and charges forward with the point of the vibroblade held out.
Whatever other stratagems my command had would be meaningless now. I suppose
even the enemy must know when to sell their lives as dearly as possible.

My commander is not a particularly good swordsman. In a straight fight, he knows his
chances are also practically nil. However, warfare is also about calculated risks and
the necessary sacrifices towards an objective. He reaches out with his left hand, the
vibroblade pieces his palm, sending hot blood spattering out to stain his cheek and
high collar. He pushes on, through the length of the blade and past the pain, until he
grasps the enemy's hilt. Leverage prevents any more movement. He smiles thinly.

The beam knife flicks upward, and the enemy's arm is lopped off right at the elbow.
The enemy howls. My commander continues the arc of his arms, spinning around and
driving beam knife into the side of Ostendo Pillanar's head.

No style, no drama.

The enemy drops, dead instantly. My commander pulls out the vibroblade and walks
over to the enemy's powered suit to pick up his sword. The wound in his hand was
alreay clotting, and in turning saw that the amputated limb of the enemy was likewise
turning deep purple. They had the same nanomedical therapy, however even that
could not so easily repair seared brain damage.

Then he grins. "Hey, Shepherd, new toy." He raps at the inert machine. Ah. Yes. More
salvage.

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A short while later, the stormfortress is no longer a factor. Without its pyramid ship on
top, it loses much of the effective firepower against a Bolo. I pass under the shield
and rumble towards the city.

The people are slowly gathering outside, surrounding my human comrades. The mob is
shabbily dressed, their expressions accusing. In war the greatest casualties are not
the soldiers, but the untold suffering of so many civilians. It is not a few times that
liberators were chased off by the very people they were sent to save.

"Um. Sorry about the damage to your city...?" my commander weakly tries to placate
them. "Ack! Not the tomates, please not the tomatoes!"

Nobody responds to his inept jest. They cannot trust so easily. Even if their callous
and unnatural aristrocracy had fallen, they may yet return and the punishment for
consorting with their enemies is... severe. They know full well the power of those that
had taken away their children, and know too that these very children would inevitably
be fighting too... perhaps to die under our guns. And if we lose, they would still suffer.

One dares to approach. She is a slight young woman, with a distinctly defiant look to
her. She glares up at each man, and suspiciously at the boy. "You people are from TFF,
aren't you?"

"Yes, we are." My commander claps his palms together and bows. "Would you happen
to be Maurice Jlano?" I wonder is she knows just how gender-neutral her name is. "We
are here to offer our assistance to the Resistance."

"Do you always try to talk in iambic pentameter?"

"Please, we just repaired the fourth wall." Camille complains. "You have no idea how
much he loves breaking it."

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XP +20000!
Level!
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"Yep, there we go. I feel stronger for no readily apparent reason." Alexander II adds,
with a yawn. "Might need a nap before I get the full benefits out of this though..."

"You godddamn hypocrites." my commander mutters.

"Ah. Then I guess we should just skip past the victory ego-padding sequence and let
you go off into the next battle." [Save game? y/n y] She then gets down to her knees
and bows. "Please accept our tribute. my lords, and satisfy you for a time..."

"Tribute?" Shinji looks past her, at the opening crowd of people. Three young women,
hesitant and garbed in loose robes. They knelt beside Maurice and pressed their heads to
the ground in submissive deference.

After all, the crew had defeated the most powerful beings they had ever known thus far, and
apparently so easily and so quickly.

Alexander II grins. "Oh, yeah...!"

"NO!" the commander yells. "Arrgh. The rumor that TFF is out to rape, pillage and
burn is COMPLETELY enemy propaganda! You don't have to do this. Please, it's hard
enough that you have to rebuild your homes and bury your dead, we're not here as
your new overlords." He sighs again and palms his face. What a devoted Kyonist my
commander is. "You don't have to be afraid of us torching this town. Please. It's all
right."

"Oh. Well. That's good! I think." she says, doubting. Even the yaoi forces had camp
followers. However, For all their numbers and technological achievements, we really
cannot call them a modern army. Morale is a nebulous issue. I am a tactical mobility
Bolo, and capaigns are planned out to mere weeks. We tend to outstrip even our
mission reports.

Still, commander, you -are- an idiot. Have you not heard of rishatra? These people
have lived subserviently for so long that they need some assurance of proper order.
Alexander II clearly wants to stab you in the back out of irritation. I suppose it is his
good-natured lechery that buffers him from the powers of yaoi.

"Please, get up. We're going to need your help in recovering things from the storm-
fortress. If there are ceremonies you need, we'll attend to it." He puts both hands on
her shoulders. "If anything should happen, let it be done without fear or obligation.
For now... Shepherd, priority transmission."

Fleet channels open.

"Area is clear. I want a company of Word Bearers following my advance. Relay to them,
that if anything should happen to these people, I will be VERY displeased."

Orders relayed, commander. They seem suitably acquiescent.

"Let's put out the fires, get everything settled. Then we're going to have a little talk
about the differences between myth and reality with the TFF reclamation forces." It
will be a long apologis, since we DO count Chaos, Necrons and the Orks among our
forces.
 

Cyberscythe195

Well-Known Member
#66
Gently removing his arms around the unfortunate victim, he whispered. ôDo me a favor and close your eyes, okay.ö He could barely make out a subtle bobbing motion from the mystery survivor. He turned around. Three YAOI sentinels were rushing at him.

æYAOI sentinels are used as first response troops in retaliation of their territory being invaded. They specialize in defensive combat, doing all in their power to buy time for the main forces to arrive. They are deployed in large numbers, but are no better than fodder. They can take more damage than most units, but their accuracy and speed leave much to be desired. Unfortunately for me, Sentinel Elites are given lighter, more durable armor, enhancing their speed. Their vision is top notch. This makes them perfect for hallway combat.Æ

He lunged, his cloak giving him the appearance of a shadow that appeared emerged from the darkness.

*Shing.* One fell to midair knife slash to the throat. Sousuke landed in a crouching position, to his back is another sentinel. In front of him, the sentinel began to fire.

*Ratattata* He rolled to the left, sweeping at the other sentinelÆs legs in the process. She was knocked down. He immediately rolled backwards in order the bullets that his that area a fraction of a second later. During the roll, he went over the downed sentinel that tried to get back up and took care to slit her neck as he passed. He then used his arms to lift the body over his own.

*Ratatattaa* Blood splattered as the bullets connected with YAOI sentinels dead body. He threw it away and unloaded a bullet to the last remaining sentinelÆs head. It fell over with a thud.

*sigh* He let go of his breath. Surveying his fallen enemy, he turned around to face the newly found survivor. He choked.

It was a girl. A little girl. Standing at a few inches shorter than himself, she couldnÆt have been more 10. She had shoulder length dark blue (think Fuka from Clannad), a dainty, petite body covered by dirty, ragged, torn, and bloodstained white blouse. Her would be porcelain skin was marred by various bruises and caked blood.

ôItÆs okay. You can open your eyes now.ö She complied, releasing her emerald eyes for the world to see.

ôàum, ano. Is ità. Safe?ö Sousuke smiled at her (not that you she could tell due to his facemask being worn) and nodded. Her fear still hadnÆt dissipated.

ôà. areà are youà going to bully me too oniichanà like those other mean oneechans?ö She whimpered. Sousuke just sighed.

ôBaka.ö He raised his hand. She cringed, only to feel a hand rustling through her hair.
ôDidnÆt I say that no one would hurt you ever again?ö
ôà. Anoà um, hai.ö
ôThen have faith in your oniichan, okay.ö
ôà um, hai oniichan.ö She gave him a weak, but relieved smile. If it was anyone else that saw it, they would have felt their hearts move and be screaming moe for miles and miles for everyone to hear. Sousuke being Sousuke, just nodded, satisfied that he had made a little bit of leeway with the girl.

ôCan you tell me your name?ö
ôàum, they call me subject number 962 oniichan.ö
ôà. do you have another name you go by.ö æIÆm going to rend those bitches limb by limb.Æ
ôàanoà I think I used to be called Makoto (she is an OC in case anyone was wondering).ö
ôOkay Makoto chan, are you ready to get out of here.ö
ôHai.ö
ôThen letÆs go.ö

Sousuke began to walk when he felt someone tug on his cloak. He looked back to see Makoto giving him the most adorable frightened and shy look the world (of anime) has ever seen. While lesser (or greater) would have just hugged the girl and given her comfort while crying manly tears that thanked God for giving them something this cute, Sousuke just stared.

ôà. what?ö
ôàano, oniichanà what about the others?ö
ôwell what aboà. wait. Others?ö
ôà um, yes. There are subject numbers 00, 60, 90, 492, 752, and 842. The mean oneechans took them away saying that they finally completed their experiments and didnÆt need them anymore. One of the really mean oneechans said something about having some fun with them before throwing them away.ö

By now, SousukeÆs red eyes were burning with fury. His fists clenched. His whole body cried out for blood.

ôAno, oniichan. Why do they call it fun? I donÆt like it when they have fun with me. They touch me in weird places and make me do weird things with the others. I donÆt like it, even if they made say I liked it. Are they doing weird things to the others oniichan? Do they not like it too?ö

Sousuke snapped. He felt his genetic code reactivate itself. His minds limiters unlocked. His whole body broke free of its self imposed prison.

ôMakoto.ö His voice had a hard steel to it that surpassed his own previously (like replacing iron with platinum). ôHold on tight, weÆre going to meet your friends and make sure theyÆre also never hurt ever again.ö

ôReally oniichan?ö Her voice was full of hope, innocence, and wonder. æItÆs a miracle that she could still be like this (like heÆs much better lol) with all the things that happened to her.Æ

ôYes really. Just make sure to hold onto me really tight, okay.ö
ôOkay oniichan.ö She gave him another soft smile and held onto Sousuke tight.

His irises flashed, turning black for a brief moment. Then Sousuke and Makoto melted into the shadowsà.

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Sousuke and Makoto emerged out of the ground. They were both bombarded the sight sounds of unnatural carnal activity and filth. All around them were those unlucky few who survived that were forced to do such painful and psychologically scarring things to one another.

The YAOI who were enjoying themselves looked onto the newcomers who dared break into their fun time.

ôYou heretics of nature who dare defile the universe with your unnatural ways. You who have come to this world, corrupted its bounty, and raped its soul. The time for judgment has come. I am Matsuki Sousuke and I am your judge, jury, and executioner. This is my sentence. For your blasphemous waysà..ö

They lunged at him, like the ravenous dogs that they were. Sousuke was not fazed. He smiled maliciously.

ôà. pay for your sins with death.ö
 

simonbob

Well-Known Member
#67
A Normal Mission, Part 3

It didn't take long before we were in the base, being informed of the situation, straight from the horse's mouth.

(And, yes, it was a horse, going by the improbible name of æEdÆ. WHY they used a horse to give brefings, I donÆt know. Could be that it had better social skills than most of the science geeks, though.)

"So," I inquire, "You have no Defense Fleet, no ground forces, no defense outside harsh language?" I was looking at the chief scientist for this facility, and I wasn't impressed.
"Eh, well, yes. I guess-"
"I don't care what you guess. Have you at least got some projects that can be used for protection?" The exasberation in my voice must have been obvious, because the Head Geek winced. Ether that, or they have nothing that can be used. Probibly both.
He shook his head. Damm.
"Realy? Not even some research material that you haven't done anything with yet?" Hudson occasionaly has an idea that's worth listening to. Sometimes.
One of the flunkys spoke up. "Well, I've got an Ifurita class cyborg, but I haven't upgraded it yet."
"You have a Ifurita class Cyborg. Right. So, what upgrades does it need, hmm? And, what's it's current power level?" Geeks. I never seem to run into one with any common sense.
"Well, I hear it has a little combat ability, apparently it's won a few fights in some Verse I've never heard of, DBZ, and I haven't finished the breast upgrade."
There was a moment of shocked silence.
"That's it. Load him into the catapult." Hmm. It appears that the Professor has some interesting ideas.
As he was being dragged off, by my troops, no less, I spotted something out of the corner of my eye.
" Professor? What's in those crates?" I was pointing at 2 boxes, the supports for an extensive entertainment system. The symbols were familiar.
"Hmm? Oh, those. They contain..... you know, I'm not sure. Let's open them up."
Well, that was quick.
"I was wondering where those had gotten off to!" I'm going to strangle him. I realy am. Cute Death grenades, and Incendary Chihuahua's. 2 full CRATES!
"Well, Lieutenant. Ummm.... I'd best get that Cyborg up and running. Please see to the base defences!" The last was said as he left in a hurry. Must have been the growls from me and my troops. Though, it could have been the naked HATE instead.

"Captain! We have a ship appearing from FTL!"
Honor was in the bridge, enjoying a cup of tea, and a last few moments of relaxation before- well, this, probibly.
"Sensors?"
"Constitution class, Captain. The Enterprise." There was a bit of a stir on the bridge, at hearing THAT. Captain Harrington seemed unperterbed, though.
"Hail them, Mr Webb."
The main display lit up, showing a Federation Starship bridge, with Captain Kirk and Commander Spock centre screen.
"Captain Harrington! What a lovely suprise! And what a wonderful outfit you have on. It goes SO well with your eyes."
For a moment, Honor had a hint of hope on her face, but as Captain Kirk had spoken, that had vanished. Now, there was the mask of a Legend of Battle on her face, showing her preperation for the fight that was coming.
"Captain Kirk. It's too much to hope, with that accent and speech, that you are straight."
"Sorry my dear, but this man besides me is just too sexy for that."(Wrist flop)
There was a moment of silence, as the two Captains looked at one another, with odd, almost wimsical, exprestions on their faces.
"So. if you aren't going to bend, or straighten, as the case may be, and as I'm not going to either....."
Kirk did a combination of flounce and hard, dramatic look, as he began his reply. (Wrist-flip)
"Well, it appears that our respective tactical talents will get a work out. I'd rather have a romp in the bedroom, but..."
"Yes. Well, time to do what we must. You'll forgive me not wishing you luck?"
"Only if you'll do the same for me." The both smiled and extanged nods.
As the link was being cut, they heard Spock say, in his usual monotone, "Captain, as usual, hearing you negociate makes me hot-"
Captain Harrington looked at her bridge crew, and began giving orders.
 

Jim Starluck

Well-Known Member
#68
ICS River City (FP-53)
Auxilliary Squadron 16
High Jupiter Orbit



Rear Admiral Jonathan Waterstone eyed a viewscreen similar to the one on Vanguard's bridge. The Aurora-class fleetship's bridge was larger than that of the smaller superdreadnought, but lacked the attached flag deck. Fleetships were strategic command ships, not tactical ones. Their flag deck was located near the CIC, nearly a half-kilometer aft of the bridge.

As Waterstone watched, the Osiris finished her docking maneuvers. The superdreadnought was now nuzzled up next to the side of the larger ship, where umbilical connections transferred fuel and supplies to replenish the ship after the battle. Two entire squadron of smaller ships--torpedo destroyers and cruisers--were already docked with River City, clamped securely to the massive ship's flanks like lampreys. Ahead, the other seven ships of the support squadron were visible in the distance, along with their many smaller escorts. Off the port bow were the distant glimmers of the fleet's carriers; since they hadn't needed fighter support much in the battle, the carrier squadrons had been left in the outer system to guard the auxilliaries.

Command of a fleetship squadron was something of a mixed blessing as far as Waterstone was concerned. Sure, they were bigger than anything else in the fleet by far--his ship alone outmassed all of its escorts, including the carrier squadrions--and they were highly valuable for their logistical capability. River City in particular was one of the newest ships of her class and he was a fairly junior flag officer. At the same time, though, they never intentionally saw combat, so there was no way to acquire the fame and prestige that a front-line officer would get by defeating the enemy in battle. Of course, that also meant that commanding fleetships was a far safer career path. Most of the time, anyway.

Today, not so much.

"Contact, multiple new contacts, bearing one-zero-seven by zero-one-five! Distance five hundred kilometers!" announced the ELINT officer with alarm. River City and her sister ships had parked themselves deep inside the Jovian gravity well, ostensibly to protect themselves from ambush--Confederation jump drives didn't work inside gravity wells, so attacking ships would have to approach at sublight. It was a standard procedure. Of course, not everyone in this war followed the same tactical limitations as they did, which many officers had yet to wrap their heads around--hence the surprise.

"Recieving transmission!" piped up the comm officer. He listened for a moment and then blinked and looked to Waterstone. "Uh, sir, you're going to want to hear this." The admiral nodded and a moment later a new voice came from the bridge speakers.

"--repeat, this is the Battlestar Galactica to TFF forces. We are requesting asylum and assistance from the Cylons, please respond," came the voice of a young woman.

Waterstone groaned and looked to his comm officer again. "Put me on." A moment later, he was speaking into his headset. "Galactica, this is River City actual. We are aware of your situation and sympathize, but at present we do not have the time or spare resources to take on a fleet of refugees."

"River City, this is Galactica actual," came a gruff, no-nonsense voice. "The situation has changed somewhat."

"Uh, sir?" the ELINT officer spoke up again. "We're detecting several Cylon basestars and a resurrection ship alongside the Colonial fleet."

"You've got to help us!" came yet a new voice, one Waterstone dimly recognized as that of a Cylon Model Two--Cavil.

"The Cylon Empire has fractured," explained Adama. "One side has joined with the forces of YAOI."

"They somehow managed to hack into the Resurrection Network and plant a virus," said the voice of a Model Eight--Sharon Valerii--from the basestar. "They managed to convert all of the Threes and Sixes into--" there was an audible shudder "--fangirls. They took the rest of us by surprise; we got out with what we could but they control the bulk of our military hardware."

"PLEASE!" came the pleading voice of Cavil again. "They want me to sleep with TIGH, for frak's sake!"

"We have intelligence on their forces," continued the Eight, "but they most likely redeployed as soon as--" she cut off with a gasp, and then whispered "They're here!"

"More contacts! Thirty-plus capital-scale contacts on the far side of Galactica!" reported ELINT. "Cylon basestars, all of them. Already launching Raiders."

Waterstone swore under his breath. "Mr. Robinson, signal Empress. We've got trouble."
 
#69
A charred corpse was pushed of a monitor. On it, the distinct profile of The Good Shepherd was moving towards the Stormfortress, past the weak secondary shielding. On the monitor beside it, the far smaller form of Shadowsword came to a halt next to smoking fortified emplacements on the other side of the mountain range, troops and heavy hardware pouring out of its exit hatches and bays to invade the enemy stronghold.

Leftenant Desfeld spared a moment to hope that Shadowsword had not gotten cocky again and bragged about being the first one there. It was a pain to deal with a AI that was full of itself. Then, back to the job.

His squad finished clearing the secondary command center, uploading viruses in the systems and shutting down emergency intruder countermesures to facilitate the progress of the infantry into the superstructure.

"Alright. Next stop, the labs. And Gents? Watch your fire, the Madboyz would like those things in one piece."

They left the command center the way they came in, through the wall, and, after verifying their position, made their way to the nearby labs.

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The door wasn't guarded. Sloppy of them. Standard procedure, pile up, flashbangs and clear. It was over in a matter of seconds. The expression on the face of the chief researcher was particularly amusing seconds before two well aimed, or maybe lucky?, plasma blasts emasculated him then vaporized his head from inside out, starting from his mouth. He was going to have to both reprimand and compliment the trooper who managed that, the cheeky bastard.

Once the dust settled, however, all thougths of humor left the minds of every squad member. What they saw everytime they were deployed was terrifying, yes, but this... this was simply sickening.

Where there wasn't blood, some other bodily fluid took its place. Butchered corpses lay on surgical tables and in big tubes full of some green liquid. Those in the glorified jars seemed to slowly disolve in the mixture around them, while the flesh bubbled and shifted visibly under the skin that remained.

Then, an even more horrifying realisation came to the troopers. They were all still alive. Small, miserable moans and whimpers of pain rose from the desecrated bodies, while agonized eyes pleaded for mercy behind strenghened glass and green solution.

No one bothered to hide their disgust, their horror on the com-link. The Leftenant himself barely resisted the urge to vomit in his helmet. It would be so easy to just put them out of their misery, just point their guns and pull their triggers. The short burst of buring pain would be welcome in face of the long, draw out agony they were in.

But no, orders were orders. Secure the labs and wait for the recovery teams. AS he gave his men his orders, the Leftenant wondered if following those orders it was worth becoming a monster.

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#70
Bloodà

The room had become tainted with the blood of its owners.

ôLet your blood purify this unholy place. With your deaths, remove the shackles that bind the souls of the innocent.ö

He could feel it, the power still burning through.

æI donÆt have much time.Æ

ôà you can open your eyes now.ö

He paused and took at a glance at his companion. Makoto huddled inside one of the abandoned cells in the ôrecreation roomö cutely, her eyes shut and hands plugging her ears. æReminds me of Reika imouto-chan when she listened to horror stories.Æ

He walked up to her, holding back his logical mind that told him to just find a way to get out of here and back to HQ as soon as possible. To finish the mission, grab the evidence, kill the other researchers, and go home. He reached out to Makoto and put a (comforting) hand on her head. Of course, he never really knew the point of doing this.

ôIts okay, the bad onee-chans are gone now.ö
ôReally onii-chan.ö
ôYeah. Now come on. LetÆs go round up your friends.ö

She stood up; a slight bounce could be seen in her step. She looked to him and smiled. It was a cute smile, ones that damned planets to years of screaming moe. Needless to say, he just nodded, held out a hand, and let her hold onto ità well. More like she grabbed onto his whole entire arm while looking around in an odd mix of fear and comfort.

While she did this, he expanded his mind. He could feel it. The emotions of those who dwelled in this place filled his mind. The pain and sorrow of the fallen, the lust, malice, greed, pride, envy, sloth, wrath, sadism, gluttony, and cruelty of their captors. He focused on those living.

His mind screamed.

Many of them were driven insane by the acts that were forced on them. Others were just lifeless and broken. He searched. He moved from mind to mind, hoping, praying, and begging that he wasnÆt too late to save the others. That this one child was the only to make it through this ordeal.

It was then, he felt it. A mind that made it. He went through it.

He sighed.
æSheÆs semi broken, but is still capable of living. Of making it out of here. To have a chance at having a life.Æ

He went towards one of the locked cells.
*Bam*

Smashing it open with his temporary boost in strength, he opened the door.

ôà is it PennyÆs time to play again?ö
He looked up.

It was a girl in a strange black outfit (no doubt some vile form of cosplay), with short boyish white hair. In her arms was a strangely evil looking teddy bear.

ôNo, IÆm here to bring you home.ö
ôà really? Penny doesnÆt know what to think because Penny has only been brought out for playtime. Teddy doesnÆt like it if people lie.ö
ôIÆm not lying. IÆm here to bring you home.ö

She stared at him. Sousuke couldnÆt but feel unnerved by her gaze that seemed to pierce into his very soul (or what was left of it). Then she smiled.

ôPenny thinks you are a good person. Besides, Teddy said that he doesnÆt like it in here because playtime isnÆt all that fun. Althoughàö She gave him a very malicious smile that he couldnÆt believe it could have come from her.

ôIf you lie to Teddy, TEDDY IS GOING TO RIP YOU TO SHREDSà okay!ö
ôàö
ôTee hee! Okay, letÆs go.ö
She skipped outside. She stopped around to look at the carnage and went on her way.

Makoto came out of her hiding place inside SousukeÆs cloak.
ôAnoà sheÆs scary onii-chan.ö
ôItÆs okay. I donÆt think sheÆs a bad girl.ö

His statement was immediately invalidated when Penny picked up a fallen YAOI issue handgun and began unloading clips into the corpses.

ôàö
ôà. Onii-chan?ö

He sighed. Then he expanded his mind once more.

ôOnii-chan?ö Makoto tugged at his cloak as Penny began to walk up to her, handgun in hand.
ôUguu.ö
Penny stopped in front of her.
She lifted the gun, pointed it at her, and smiled.
ôDo you want to try?ö
It was the start of a beautiful sisterhood.

-Meanwhile-

Sousuke sifted through the numerous minds and their emotions. One by one, he kept looking for more survivors. It was then he felt it. Another oneà but this one was strange. He probed a bit more.

æ... hm.Æ He noticed what was odd. There was a link.

He followed it and then found its other end, another mind. æIt must be twins.Æ
He went through their minds. Then pulled out.

æThese two. What have the YAOI done? To believe that killing is the only way to live?Æ
A force suddenly swept his mind. It was dragging him into the minds of the twins. He tried to pull out, but they were too strong.

Then he heard them.
æWhatÆs this brother? A visitor it seems like.Æ
æThis has never happened before sister. It seems like we are no longer the only voices in our heads.Æ

æThey must have telepathy.Æ Sousuke thought to himself. However, his comment did not go unnoticed.

æTelepathy? What is that, visitor?Æ
æYes. What is that?Æ

They giggled.

æWhat a strange visitor using such strange words. What should we do with him, sister?Æ
æI donÆt know brother. Perhaps we should kill him too. That way, we can keep going. IsnÆt that right brother?Æ

æNO!Æ SousukeÆs fury returned at that statement, puncturing through their telepathy for a few moments with his empathy. He projected to them positive emotions. Warmth, comfort, friendship, peace, sincerity, and love. All these things and more, he flooded them.

Their mental onslaught ceased.

æNoà This. What you felt just now. That is what life is truly like. It is full of warmth. It is full of comfort. Devoid of fear. Devoid of death. Full of promise and hope.Æ He could feel it. Their uncertainty. It was something so new and wonderful to them. How could they not be afraid? They have never known it before.

æCome with me, and youÆll always be together with each other. Never having to fear for your lives.Æ Then he panicked as their minds began to pull apart even further, their sanity breaking due to this new unprecedented feeling, love and hope. They had nothing to tie it to.

Thinking quickly, he sent them one of his most precious memories. It was a picnic he and his sisters went on before the YAOI began to escalate into unprecedented levels.

Howeverà æShitÆ

The two assimilated the memory in order to have something to reference these new thought processes to. However, having never experienced it themselves, the mind had to create a new scenario to go by. Thus, they implanted themselves into the photo as his two sisters.

æOkay onii-sama.Æ The two exclaimed before giggling and hugging his astral projection.

He pulled out of there like a bat out of hell.

-Back to reality-

æHow can the same shit happen to the same guy twice?Æ He lamented. Reika and Keiko became his surrogate sisters for similar reasons when he broke them out of HojoÆs lab.

He opened his eyes, and then bugged out.
Makoto and Penny were holding up an RPG launcher and aiming at a YAOI corpse that was hanged on one of the chainsà that wasnÆt there before.

They firedà. *Boom* and fried it into a smoking crisp.

ôWasnÆt that cool Makoto-chan. Penny loves to blow up her toys.ö
ôAnoà it was kinda cool.ö

Sousuke couldnÆt help but facepalm.

*Boom*
He sighed, having detected their mental signatures.

ôOnii-sama!ö They lunged at him.

Two simultaneous thuds echoed in the room.

ôà. That hurt onii-sama.ö He had side stepped their glomp (spear tackle).
He stared at the two. They looked exactly the same as their astral projections, but had bloodier clothesà which was an improvement considering their lack of clothes prior.

ôIÆm Gretelö
ôIÆm Hanselö The two introduced. Then they successfully glomped him since he was committing their names to memory.

*Oomph* Two more bodies had decided to join the dog pile.
ôTeddy says you two shouldnÆt hog onii-tama.ö
ôI want to hug onii-chan too.ö

ôà does anyone care about what I want?ö

He pushed them off, dumping all four of them unceremoniously on the floor.

ôCome on. We have to get out of here, there could be more guards.ö
ôItÆs okay onii-sama.ö Gretel grinned innocently. ôBrother and I took care of them already.ö

It was then that he noticed the gigantic gun twice GretelÆs size hanging on her shoulder. Hansel then walked right next to her, a bloody axe on his shoulders.

æThose damned YAOI bitches.Æ Memories of the number of dead that died at Hansel and GretelÆs hands flooded his brain again. They were forced to kill and screw each other to survive this place. It was only their connection with each other that kept them sane.

ôà just grab onto me.ö

They eagerly did so. Using his powers, he shadowed them into an empty room.

ôI want you four to stay here. I have to find a way out of this place.ö

ôà Teddy says he knows a way to get out of here.ö
ôWhat?ö
ôTeddy said thereÆs a hidden hanger for broken toys. Teddy doesnÆt like how they threw them away. Teddy says that thereÆs a really big ship that is supposed to be broken, but Teddy can teach Penny how to fix it.ö

ôHow can you fix it?ö Sousuke was out of options at this point. The imperial guard should be arriving any minute and he only had about twelve minutes left before his mind shattered.
ôTeddy said not to worry.ö

Sousuke sighed.

-Underground hanger-
The place was big. It was hollowed out. He couldnÆt see a thing. Using his temporary control over the shadows, he was able to feel his way around.

ôHello.ö
ôOnii-tan. Teddy says to tell you to follow me.ö

Penny began to run.
Sousuke cursed.
ôHansel, Gretel. Take care of Makoto while I go help Penny out with something okay.ö

ôYes onii-sama!ö The two replied, before exchanging mischievous grins.

ôBrother. Are you thinking what IÆm thinking?ö
ôI think I am sister.ö

ôMuguu?ö Makoto muttered nervously as the two twins moved towards her.
ôDonÆt worry Makoto-chan. WeÆre only going toà tease youà for a bit.ö They purred.

Sousuke was following Penny whenà

ôAAHHHö Makoto screamed.

à and face faulted.

ôOnii-tama, over here.ö
She was standing in front of a doorway.
ôYou have to go in yourself for this to work onii-tan.ö

Not feeling any deception in her emotions (Sousuke was actually disturbed by how much devotion he was feeling coming from her), and walked through.

The door closed behind.
*Click*
The lights turned on.

The first thing he saw was wires, a lot of wires. His eyes followed the wires to the far end of the room. They all led to a wall of wires. Leaning against the wall of wires were two females.

æAndroidsÆ He noted, noticing the black protrusion coming out of the back of their necks.
Then the wires began to stir.
æWhat theàÆ

The wires began to wrap themselves around his body. He felt hisà emotions being drained away?

He felt positive energy and his emotions being drained out of his body. Then suddenlyà

*thud*
ôOuchö The normally graceful covert ops agent fell in an ungraceful manner due to the sudden rush of fatigue that swept his body.

The wires dropped him back on the ground.

*Whoosh*
The wires that attached to the two robot girls came off. TheyÆre eyes opened and directed their attentions towards Sousuke.

æBetter safe that dead.Æ Unable to foretell their movements and emotions since they were inorganic, he had his handguns at ready.

ôAre you our master?ö The two asked in perfect unison.

ôà fuck.ö
ôIs that what you desire master?ö

ôNO! I never said I waàö
ôBut you have acknowledged your statement. It means you are our master.ö

æDammit. Dammit. Dammit. Why me? What God did I piss off in my past life?ö

-In heaven-

You brat. You arenÆt happy with the gifts I gave you for making my daughters happy. Well thenà IÆll let you know now that I, Kami-sama will never fail to disappoint. So you better be ready Sousuke Matsuki.ö

-Back on Earth-

æWhy did I have the most ominous feeling right now?Æ

He shook his head and focused on his current predicament.

The two android girls in question just stared at him.
ôUmà who created you?ö

ôWe were built by the researchers of this facility to help facilitate and maintain peak operational efficiency of their new state of the art star ship.ö
ôà star ship.ö
ôYes, our function is to man the entire automated defense system, engineer droids, and help control the virtuaroids.ö
ôà virtuaroids?ö

ôAutomated mobile dolls designed to be relatively inexpensive to manufacture, well designed, and operable without requiring an onboard pilot.ö

æThis must be the project they were working on. The Code Name: Trap, was just a front to make it appear to be of less worth than it actually is.Æ He smiled. æJim is more reliable than I thought.Æ

ôWhy did the YAOI not mobilize this force immediately?ö
ôThey did not do so because theyÆre foremen, us, could not function. It was built to resonate and respond to our angel cores. Without the angel core, the shipÆs ability to engage in interstellar combat would be minimal.ö

ôWhat is the angel core?ö
ôIt is our power source and our soul. It powers us and gives us our AI and operating system.ö
ôWhy couldnÆt they get you to work?ö
ôThe angel core is powered by pure, positive emotionsà which you had an overabundant supply of master.ö They said with a mutual blush.

*Pulse*
Sousuke fell on one knee. His hands on his head.
ôMaster!ö

He could feel it even more. The pounding of his powers trying to overwhelm his psyche. æI got about 9 minutes more or less left.Æ

ôPower the ship. Now!ö
ôYes master.ö

They began to walk out the door. Before they leftà ôWhat are your names?ö

ôI am Freya.ö
ôI am Elda.ö
ôAnd we are in your service always.ö

They left. He followed them out the door.
*Flash*
The presence of lights blinded his dilated pupils.

The whole place was now awhirl. A number of mechanical arms were moving around the hull of the ship. A large number of mobile suits (virtuaroids he amended) were being loaded into what appeared to be one of two docking points.

ôMunyuà.*pant*à*pant*à Onii-chan.ö

A feverish, sweaty, and red Makoto was lying on the floor panting. Next to her were the twins on both sides of her. Their clothes were in disarray. The twins just smiled at him and winked. He sighed.

ôI donÆt want to know.ö æIÆve been sighing a lot these days.Æ

He walked away.

Finding a secluded spot, he began to concentrate on his mental issue right now. Using his limited abilities, he focused on fighting the pressure to buy maybe a minute extra while waiting for repairs.

-4 minutes later-

ôItÆs done onii-tan.ö A cheerful Penny yelled into SousukeÆs ear, breaking him out of his trance.

ôOh.ö He looked at it.

It was glorious.



*Swish*

The enemy finally broke in. Howeverà

æThose colors, thatÆs the Royal FamilyÆs Imperial Guard.Æ
ôEverybody go, go, go.ö

Drawing his handguns, he blended into the shadowsà only to reappear behind them.
*Bam. Bam. Bam*

It was a testament to their skill that they dodged the bullets and only got hit in minor areas. However, they may have been imperial guardswomen, but theyÆre no match compared to a battlefield ASS trooper. He shuddered at the memory.

*ratattatattaa*

After a few moments of exchanging fireà ôItÆs ready. Get onö yelled the voice on the speaker. He shadowed into the cockpit.

-The Bridge, Inside the Ship-

He opened his eyes. It was not a stereotypical bridge. It was relatively narrow. To his right and left were Freya and Elda, attached to the ship with a cord in their neck. In the far bottom front was Penny. In the various seats scattered around was Hansel, Gretel, and Makoto.

ôEverythingÆs at 100% efficiency. Just give her a name and then we can leave.ö

ôà. A name is important why?ö

ôJust do it.ö
ôFine. I christen thee the S.S. Ragnarok. Everyone man your stations. Prepare for lift offà I always wanted to say that.ö

With a rumble and a roar, the ship began to move. After a few moments, the ship left the hangar and into the sky, and then space. Howeverà

ôWhy arenÆt we going?
ôThere are too many interfering mobile suits to jump into hyper space.ö Elda replied.
ôShit. What do we do now?ö
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OOC: Penny is from Advanced War: Days of Ruin. Thus, she's strategically awesome. Hansel and Gretel are taken from Black Lagoon. I couldn't help but cry when "she" died. They were tragic figures.
 

Cyberscythe195

Well-Known Member
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ôElda, does this ship have any weapons.ö
ôYes, it is a fully functional Heavy Assault Class Battle Cruiser.ö
ôàö
ôWhatÆs wrong master?ö
ôAnything else you were hiding from me?ö

öOnii-tan!ö He heard Penny interrupt. ôFrom this control center, I can command all 6,962 mobile dolls on board this ship with a number of exceptions.ö
ôàö

ôAnoà onii-sama.ö He turned and looked at the twins. ôCan we please man our own Anti-matter turret?ö

At this point, Sousuke just felt like slamming his head on the console.

ôMasteràö Freya interjected. ôPenny has deployed the mobile dolls. I am now putting a tactical overview of battle on screen.ö

The screen changed from a view of the stars to a computerized overview of the battle. There were thousands of dots that represented both allies and enemies.

The ship suddenly jolted. ôWe were hit by the enemy warshipÆs main cannon. Shields are at 64%.ö

ô64% only? ArenÆt all imperial class YAOI Warships armed with Atom Cannons capable of blowing up a planet?ö
ôYes, normally that would be the case. However, we are shielded by their newly developed Forever Zero Shields that use the concept of draining in all energy splitting attacks and drawing them into a single point, much like a black hole. This energy is added to the overall energy of the ship.ö

ôWaità that meansàö
ôThis ship is the only ship that can withstand an Atom Cannon blast.ö
ôBut, then our shields should be at over hundred then.ö
ôThe cannon was not aimed directly at the ship. They aimed to the right of it. It was the pressured shockwaves that was created by the cannon that damaged the ship.ö

ôMaster, shall we return fire?ö Freya asked.
ôWhat?ö
ôShall we return fire?ö
ôWith?ö
ôThe ship, on top of the multitude of anti matter turrets, energy seeking compact fusion missiles, is also armed with two Anti-Matter cannons and one Black Hole Cannon.ö

Shoving his growing headache to the side, he turned towards Penny. ôMove all our units away from the blast radius. Pin as many down as possible.ö
ôOkay onii-tan. Teddy said they werenÆt playing fair anyway.ö

The virtuaroids were moved towards the sides of the ship. The enemy units that followed were made short work of by the anti matter turrets.

ôThe cannons are fully chargedö the two android, robot, fembot, things, said.
ôFire the anti-matter cannons.ö

The ship launched two beams of pitch black energy right at the enemy ship. It created a giant crater in the enemy warship.

ôThe enemy ship went boomy. That was fun!ö Penny exclaimed.
ôAll enemy units are retreating towards the planet.ö Freya and Elda proclaimed in unison. ôWe have won.ö
ôAuuuu. There arenÆt anymore things to blow up.ö The twins pouted.
ôWeÆre safe now onii-chan.ö

He could feel himself slipping. His mind was at its limit.
ôOnii-chan?ö

He could see Makoto and other racing to his fallen body.
He used the last of powers to shadow an air gun into his hands. In a single, fluid motion, he injected the mind saving drug into his bloodstream and passed out.
 
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