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Fragile: Handle With Care
Topic Started: Sep 30 2007, 07:20 PM (138 Views)
Seth Skyblast
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The Prodigal Son
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[size=4]Sahara Desert
1100 Hours
300 Meters Inside Black Terra Red Zone
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[size=2]The imposing heat of the desert made the invention of Air Conditioning a godsend, especially when you were traveling for ten hours through nothing but hot, sandy desert without a stop in sight. The convoy had already completed two of those hours and had eight to go, but their cargo was worth it. They were civilian contractors with a long history of friendship with the Earth Union and were bringing them a surprise: A Jupitarian Born Mobile Suit Pilot frozen in a Cryo-Pod, dressed in a strange assortment of clothes but recognized as a pilot none the less. So far, the mission had been smooth from its start, finding the Cryo-tube's transport damaged and its crew dead, the contractors had liberated the pilot and transported him to Earth, where they were forced to use ground-based methods to transfer him to the nearest Earth Union base.

Save for a fair few of the females developing a crush and two of the males, nothing exciting had happened to warrant either joy or concern and the convoy's members were simply content to talk about their fragile cargo and wonder on how large their rewards would be. The convoy itself consisted of fifteen vehicles, the seven front ones and seven rear ones hummers, equipped with 50. Caliber Machine Guns and the middle one equipped with Gundarium alloy to resist most attacks, even though that was statistically impossible due to the route they were taking, you could never be too careful. All of the vehicles were white, so as not to attract too much attention of absorb too much heat. But at their current location, heat was the last of their worries...[/size]
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I've got a gun in my hand but the gun won't cock,
And my finger's on the trigger but the trigger seems locked.
And I can't stop staring at the tick-tock clock;
And even if I could I would never give up!

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Blackjackal
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Fighter teams had been arranged largely for the air defense of the facility known as Black Terra", but in many situations, they were also employed in the task of disabling and possibly destroying enemy ground forces with overwhelming firepower. In all situations, the small convoy that had been identified by scout forces within the danger zone of D.I. territory, had been no exception to the destruction they were willing to deliver to anybody who risked revealing the position to enemy forces.

Two F-22 Raptors had been called to the sight, the kill zone marked by the Four Thirty First 'Sand Bunny' platoon as the vehicles slowly moved towards their destination. The Sand Bunnies having been camouflaged and using the common tactics assigned to desert infantry, they were nowhere to be seen once the squadron of four fighters came within range.

Alpha Tango Foxtrot, Attack status Gamma Omega Quadre, over.

The blurb of transmission was soon received as the fighters made a single spectator pass over the convoy, getting a good look at the vehicles below them before breaking formation and splitting into their designated combat formations. It wasn't long before they had reformed, and finished turning around had they armed their weapons.

Weapons are green all across the board, permission to engage Gamma Omega Quadre. Hit them hard and leave nobody to tell the widows.

The fighters had broken into two groups, two fighters per group. In one group, two A-10 Warthogs took formation, warming their Gatling guns to open fire upon the enemy once it was softened up by the F-22 Raptors.

The Raptors, were first to move in, flying low and kicking up a sand trail as they moved. Their sleek designs prevented any sort of missile lock-ons as they brought their noses up, and came above the remaining sand dunes that lay between them and the enemy forces. Once they had come into sight of the enemy, the fighters dropped their noses, and aimed straight for the convoy, coming from above.

The sound of machine guns firing off soon became apparent as sand kicked up around the vehicles, anything unarmored getting ripped apart. From the bellies of the fighters, four thin rounded objects dropped, a bright orange becoming visible behind them and propelling them towards their designated targets. As the fighters broke formation and split up to divide the incoming fire that they were expected to receive, two A-10 Warthogs moved in from the left side, performing a similar attack against the enemy. The only difference was the size of the ammunition being used against the vehicles.

35mm gatling fire served to further destroy any unarmored units, and possibly some armored units as well. Behind that, four Anti-Tank missiles were also released to hit the targets in unison with the F-22 missile assault.
"AIM"
 
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Seth Skyblast
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[size=2]The convoy was annihilated before it even had time to register that they were under attack. The smoking remnants of the vehicles lay in a line at the front and rear of the central truck, the one vehicle to survive with only minimal damage. The drivers were dead and there was a large hole in the side, but it was largely in tact and so was the cryo-pod, unscathed by the assault. Inside, its inhabitant didn't even flinch in his artificial sleep, blissfully unaware of how close he had come to death. And that he was now at the mercy of a potentially hostile faction which could quite easily wipe him from existence with but a single bullet to the head.

Not the greatest of situations.
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I've got a gun in my hand but the gun won't cock,
And my finger's on the trigger but the trigger seems locked.
And I can't stop staring at the tick-tock clock;
And even if I could I would never give up!

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Blackjackal
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The fighters had been prepared to make another pass, the two A-10 Warthogs moving into their attack formation, and taking flight around the area while the F-22's made another pass over the kill zone to examine the destruction. Both fighters passed close to the ground, tilting their frames to the side to see what remained.

No visible survivors. Desert bunnies, salvage what you can and kill any survivors that might be a risk to the facility.

with the order, the Four Thirty First 'Sand Bunny' Platoon responded. Small clouds of sand and dust kicked up from the desert ground, and soon, whee nothing had been, soldiers dressed in desert equipment now stood, covered in the very substance they used to hide. All of them carried the standard issue HK G36 assault rifles, the weapons covered to prevent the sand from damaging them during the stand-by phase.

Quickly the infantry division moved towards the wreckage, their weapons aimed at each of the individual vehicles. Laser sights on the weapons indicated where they were aiming, but didn't serve to actually identify which direction they were coming from. It wasn't long before the teams reached the destroyed vehicles and started looking through them. Soldiers activated small flashlights on their weapons, and explored the destroyed remains before radioing back their findings.

Sand Bunnies to base, we've found something. Dispatch a Black hawk immediately.

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The teams had soon brought back the object worth examining. Having been moved through the security systems and identified as a non-threatening object, it was quickly brought into the bunker through the central elevator shaft. D.I. specialist security members accompanied the few soldiers that carried the container, down to the point where a transfer needed to be made to get to the biological sector.

The soldiers and security members, were quick to move through the corridors placed deep under the soft limestone and numerous sand grains that cushioned possible attacks from enemy forces to nothing short of useless. The specific corridor, led mor to the side of the facility. branching out like a tree branch from the trunk of a tree. more towards the end, another smaller elevator shaft was accessed, and used to go down another ten floors. Halfway down, it wasn't unexpected that the transfer team received a garbled transmission from inside the biological sector. The deeper they went, the clearer the voices became.

This is Seebus Five security, reporting biological organism escape. Security forces have responded. Anybody entering is advised to detour through corridor 'B' for their personal safety, the situation is being handled.

The communication repeated as the elevator reached the first floor of the Seebus Five Biological sector. A series of glass doors placed ahead of the elevator, opened as the men exited the elevator. Once into the clean white corridors with their point of entry far behind them, the sound of gunfire became audible. The transfer team continued until reaching an intersection, turning towards the left rather than continuing down the central corridor. Down the right corridor, promptly labeled by blue arrows as 'C' corridor, infantry dressed in a mix of biohazard uniforms and standard desert camo, fired G11 assault rifles at what unmistakably appeared to be a giant blob of liquid, slowly advancing on the security forces.

One of the soldiers, firing full auto towards the creature, had shouted somthing to the others, words announcing that the weaponry was useless. Quickly he turned to run away from the beast, but was caught by the leg as long gooey appendages reached out like drops of water from the ceiling. The man was pulled back, screaming for help before being engulfed. Visibly, his shape deformed, before melting into nothingness within the blob.

"Activate the damn fire suppression systems now!"

As the remains of the human had vanished ithin the creature, clouds of white gas jetted out from the sides, consuming the beast rather quickly. The results of the assault were unseen however as the transfer team carrying the Cryo-tube turned into the red labeled 'B' corridor. They continued further down the 'B' corridor until reaching a solid steel door constructed into the wall as an entry to one of the many facilities in 'Seebus Five'. One of the security members drew a card before swiping it along the security terminal placed beside the door, giving the door the appropriate security clearance. The door opened, revealing the room inside to be what seemed much like a cryo-storage facility.

"Put the container on the table and wake him."

The soldier removed his helmet, and indicated the table. The others helped move the heavy chamber towards the table, setting it down and then moving away. D.I. security members then approached it, and began attaching computer console hookups into the connection ports placed about the pod.

Hopefully, if the procedures were similar to that of their operations, the subject would wake as the pod's cryo systems were shut down.
"AIM"
 
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Jasper (3:38:30 AM): Then who!?
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Seth Skyblast
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[size=2]Light.

The hiss of the cryo-pod opening echoed in his ears, his muscles beginning to come to life as his body was shot with pins and needles. Awoken already? His eyes flickered upwards, closing almost immediately when the light of the room hit his optic nerves. He parted his lips, voice somewhat hoarse from lack of use. "Turn down the fuckin' lights!" He raised his right arm, pulling himself into a sitting position as he opened his eyes, blinking furiously as they slowly adjusted to the room. Lucien looked around, frowning a tad as he did so. "This isn't the Empire... Ugh, great, I'm in some fuckin' facility with a bunch of strangers. Right, whatever... just give me a mobile suit and point me towards what needs killing. Ex-Captain Lucien Nightfire of the Jupiter Empire at your service. Well, I suppose I'm just a civilian with skill in an MS, now... Whatever. So, where am I and who do I have to fuck to stay alive?" He was blunt, annoyed and somewhat groggy. But he wasn't lying: They had captured and Ex-Officer of the Jupiter Empire.

One who was willing to fight for them.[/size]
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I've got a gun in my hand but the gun won't cock,
And my finger's on the trigger but the trigger seems locked.
And I can't stop staring at the tick-tock clock;
And even if I could I would never give up!

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Blackjackal
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"rise and shine, you were found among a convoy of vehicles traveling too close to our facility..."

The voice was that of one of the soldiers, specifically a Sand Bunny member. He had removed some of his equipment, giving him a less soldier-y look, but his skin still remained dirtied by the sand. Four others from the same platoon stood around him, still carrying their weapons.

"We got a communique from the Jupiter Empire, they want you back.....sooooo..."

The soldier paused, geturing towards one of the D.I. security members that stood behind him. It was odd how the D.I. security members, were referred to as "security" when their roles covered more than just protection. Their equipment, was the most advanced among the D.I., and above all, their experience was unmatched when it came to fighting. Unlike other soldiers however, they were totally silent, and acted only under orders or for the best interest of the D.I. as a whole. The few actions the people in the room were about to witness, were the results of the latter.

The D.I. security member, armored so heavily that not a single part of his body was visible, raised the rifle over his shoulder with both hands before swinging the butt of the gun down towards the back of Lucien's neck. The sheer strength put into it, would hopefully knock him unconscious.
"AIM"
 
Jasper (3:38:30 AM): Blackie stole the cookies from the cookie jar!
Blackjackal FT (3:39:28 AM): Who, me?
Jasper (3:38:30 AM): Yes you!
Blackjackal FT (3:39:35 AM): Couldn't be!
Jasper (3:38:30 AM): Then who!?
Blackjackal FT (3:39:53 AM): Yoku stole the cookies from the cookie jar!
Blackjackal has been banned from the chat by Yoku; Reason:
I Didn't steal the fucking cookies.


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Seth Skyblast
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[size=2]Lucien felt the butt of the Gun hit his neck, the 'F' word trailing from his mouth as his eyes rolled and he fell backwards into the pod, out cold. Not a chance to resist or even defend himself, out like a light. It seemed that the Jupiter Empire valued him more than he thought... or perhaps they were simply at a shortage of pilots. Either way he was once again at the mercy of total strangers.

This could only end badly.[/size]
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I've got a gun in my hand but the gun won't cock,
And my finger's on the trigger but the trigger seems locked.
And I can't stop staring at the tick-tock clock;
And even if I could I would never give up!

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