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| Haru | Nov 24 2007, 08:33 PM Post #1 |
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Don't You Forget About Me!
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Three weeks prior to November 24th, Harutomo had sent a letter to Antom Stride, and his son, inviting them to meet him at his humble abode in Lexington, to chat. There where many hidden motives of course, but the key reason for the invite was see his old friend again. Haru yearned to see how Antom was doing in his old age, and after all of these years. And so, Haru waited patiently in his frugally-decorated suburban home in Lexington, for his dear friends to arrive. With a simple lukewarm quiche in the center of his modern table, a combination of glass and sweeping legs made of stainless steel, as the coffee maker bleeped at him, keeping him aware that it was full. Standing up to turn off the annoying sound, he stared out of the window, awaiting some kind of car to pull up to his long drive way. He took a moment to observe his home, and realized how empty it was. Maybe it was time to make a family.... |
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| Antom Stride | Nov 24 2007, 08:49 PM Post #2 |
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Within the comfortable and cozy atmosphere of the Stride family home sat a old, seasoned war veteran, Antom Stride. He had fought in wars all of his life, or so it seemed. He sat on the couch, flipping through the channels as he would see garbage, after garbage. "Eh, nothing good on..." Antom muttered to himself as he lifted his glass of water and took a large swig of it. Moments later, the mail man would come, bearing the mail as always. Antom got up and walked over to the mail box, and would take all of the enveloped in it before he would sit back down, and would begin to look through. "Bills, bills and more damned bills!" Antom yelled grumpily as he threw down the envelopes one by one, but then one was different, it wasnt a bill, instead it was a letter from a friend. It read...... 'Dear Antom, I would like to have a meeting with both you and your son, meet me at this address, 142 Houston Street in exactly three weeks. Sincerely, Harutomo Antom would then get a hold of his son, and they would follow suite. He knew him as an ally from the war, therefore he felt obliged to go. He would soon get a hold of his son, and they would set off three weeks after the letter had been sent to Harutomo's household. Driving through the newly paved, flat roads of Lexington were Antom, and his father. They had been driving for an hour or so now, and it seemed to be getting a little bit annoying. "Good thing we are almost there..." he stated as they continued down the road. "Up, here it is..." Antom junior said as they would pull up in front of the house. He would put the car in drive and both would then step out of the car. Walking up the walkway, they would knock on the door, together, waiting for the door to be answered. |
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| Haru | Nov 25 2007, 09:24 PM Post #3 |
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Harutomo jumped as he heard the crunch of the heavy automobile, rolling across his paved driveway. With a smile, he leapt down the stairs quickly and opened the front door just as his visitors where rapping their knuckles upon the fine hardwood front door. He greeted the new arrivals with a cordial smile, as he bid them in with a wave of his hands, among happy words slipping out of his smile. "Welcome, Antom, both of you! Haha! Please, come in, keep your shoes on and come on up the stairs for some refreshments!" Haru said excitedly, eyeing the aged Antom. He had aged similiarly to that of Haru, except for that unsightly scar... He had not completely deteriorated over the years, and still had a nimble and toned frame. But, upon inspection, Haru's eyebrows contracted as he noticed that the new Antom looked nothing like his father. They both had a notably sharp chin, and the same shaped face, but otherwise they where both very different. Wondering who the mother was, Haru continued up tjhe steps, opening his refrigerating unit to his guests as they approached. "What would you two like to drink?" He asked, pulling out two glasses as he himself observed the contents of his fridge. He noticed that all was in it was grape juice, beer, and Cola. With a nervous laugh, he awaited their responses, eager to get down to business. There was a lot riding upon this meeting, and Haru did not intend to screw it up. "How have you been, Antom? Or should I say...Antom senior?" Haru continued with a chuckle. "Back in the day, it never seemed you where that much older than I. But now, I see the true age that your cheerful disposition once hid. Its too bad you had to have that accident so long ago...or you could still be serving by my side, just as it used to be." Haru said, with a sincere frown, thinking of what it would be like to be pulled from the military now, and only be able to watch the TV, wondering what would happen next. Haru knew that after his participation in the conflicts before, he could not be content to simply watch... It must have been horrible for Antom... |
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| Antom Stride | Nov 25 2007, 09:46 PM Post #4 |
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Antom and Antom senior nodded their heads in agreement as they entered the warm, comfortable household of the veteran pilot Harutomo. Although Antom's son knew almost nothing about him aside from the stories from his father, he still seemed comfortable, it was something about the house that made him feel at home. "Its good to see you again, Haru..." Antom senior stated extending his hand to shake his old allies hand before he would take his seat upon the fluffy couch, followed by his son. "What would you like to dring?" Haru asked the two. They thought for a mere few seconds before they would reply. "Just toss us two beers Haru!" Antom senior said happily, as the younger of the two would begin to chuckle as Haru tossed them their drinks. Popping the lids, they would open up with a large swig of the beverage, afterwards letting out a sigh of relief. Antom would then hear Haru begin to speak to him, of course he missed being with all of his allies, but deep inside he hated the war, and would rather not be put upon the battlefield unless it were absolutely neccesary. "Its been awhile indeed, I remember towards the end of the war while we served together in the attack of the Traumys facility in our two prototypes." Antom stated to Haru, hoping he would remember those times as well. For Antom it was impossible to forget as it seemed to leave its mark in his mind, war is one of those things thats unforgetable. "I am glad I am on the sidelines now, although my heart truly belongs to the battlefield. At this point id rather live out my life and just enjoy myself..." Antom senior stated too Haru. Antom junior had been quiet as a mouse for the past few minutes in which this conversation had begun. "Why did I even bother to come here, what does this guy want?" Antom stated, his head dropping before he would look in Haru's direction, seeming both bored and dejected. "So.." he interupted the mutual conversation. "Lets cut to the chase, why did you invite us here?" Antom junior asked the seasoned veteran, hoping to get an answer. |
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| Haru | Nov 26 2007, 09:45 PM Post #5 |
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Antom Junior's last comment forced Haru into a bout of uncontrollable laughter. As he wiped tears from his young eyes, Harutomo winked at Antom Senior, as he opened his mouth to explain himself to the young, impatient fellow. "Well Antom, I invited your father because we used to be good friends, and I thought it time we met again. But, therein layed a ploy; I wanted you, son." Haru said, now becoming much more stoic, and leaning over the table as he lunged into the young man's eyes with his own entrancing gaze. "This Solar System is in jeapordy, young man. You may have noticed it, you may have not. With the fall of the aging Imperator, as he has passed his crown down to the next, the Rebels have gotten bolder, and Mars is in turmoil. The Sulaymaan refuses to create an everlasting peace, and resists a bond between us two. We need skilled pilots like you, and the rest of the Frost Wolves, to aid in the quelling of the ages. That is why I have drawn you into this, Antom. I request your aid, on behalf of the Imperium. You will be saving thousands of lives, as well as gaining more capital for yourselves. We request a contract for you, to serve in battle on behalf of the Imperium, for four battles. What would you ask for in return, Antom?" Haru asked, in all seriousness. |
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| Antom Stride | Nov 26 2007, 09:56 PM Post #6 |
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Antom Nicholas Stride continued to stare down the prestigous war veteran Harutomo. To Nicholas's suprise, the older man would break out into tears, as they streamed down his cheeks as he was full of laughter. Antom cracked a smile, alone with his father as the watched him laugh, both chuckling as well, that seemed to lighten the mood. Then, after whiping the tears away the man would cut to the chase, the reason why Nicholas was summoned here as well. His true motive would now be told. "..Antom. I request your aid, on behalf of the Imperium. You will be saving thousands of lives, as well as gaining more capital for yourselves. We request a contract for you, to serve in battle on behalf of the Imperium, for four battles. What would you ask for in return, Antom?" Antom nodded his head as the man continued to speak directly towards him in a serious tone, the mood had gotten a bit foul once again between the two. "So, Id be saving alot of lives, eh?" Antom thought to himself, as he continued to listen as the man spoke. "Four battles, not alot.." Antom stated to the man, would cough quickly and then continue where he had once left off. "And as for pay......" he thought for a few moments, looking from side to side. "An amendment to the Frost Wolf Clan's ship, the Grelbin would be what we need, in all honesty. We need the Imperium to make it atmospherically flight capable, would that be within your budget?" Antom asked sarcastically as he knew the Imperium was full of riches and that they would need to pay him something he found useful if they would truly attempt to strike a deal, otherwise it would be futile. Antom awaited the mans agreement and response. |
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| Haru | Nov 28 2007, 07:30 PM Post #7 |
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"That can be arranged." Harutomo stated simply. "That will only require a minovsky flight system.." He mumbled to himself, already planning out the designs for the ship. "I will send a team to pick up your ship later, and escort it to a point where it can be fitted with the specified options. As for when you are needed, I will send word to you, as I have your contact information. If that is all, I have certain business to attend to now. Sorry Antom, both of you, but something has happened that I can no longer ignore. When the time comes, Nicholas, I will contact you, and have your suit repaired and suited up for battle. My people will then also restore your suit after the battle. I hope you remember our kindness, next time you think of making business with the Imperium. With that, I must go. You two are welcome to stay as long as you'd like, but I have to run. Maybe some other time." Haru said, with a sorrowful smile as he left the room, sprinting down the stairs, and out of the house. He started his car, and drove off, towards the local HQ, then, talking on his cellular phone already. He had accomplished his mission. He had left a pre-drafted contract, filled in with the payments and stuff already, on the table in front of Antom Junior. |
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| Antom Stride | Nov 28 2007, 07:45 PM Post #8 |
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Antom continued to stare down the Imperium official as he was talking to him, explaining the limitations of the contract and such. Once Antom had told him what the Frost Wolf Clan had needed for their payment for several battles, the old man agreed to the deal and both would shake hands before Antom would take the papers left on the table before Harutomo, the high ranking pilot of the Imperium had to leave. "Now that the Grelbin will be atmospherically flight capable, its limitations would be greatly reduced under Earths gravity..." Those were the thoughts of the Red Phantom. Antom senior merely chuckled before he would slap his hand onto his sons shoulder. "Good work, son. You soon will be one of the best... but watch your back out there..." Antoms father said to him. The wild and young Antom would look deep into the depths of his fathers eyes, into his thoughts. He knew deep down he was worried about him, but none the less, its what payed the bills and kept the mercenary group going. "Dont worry, father, I wont fail." Antom stated to reasure his father before they both would stand up and leave after Haru had. They both hopped into the car and would then drive off. He looked over his papers while they drove back home. |
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