Erwin had been on the alert since the warning klaxons went out and security was ordered to organize. He was running on almost no sleep (everyone was these days), but it was an unfortunately familiar feeling. At least it wasn't freezing. He'd grabbed his rifle and some of his other gear and he was looking for another member of security to team up with when the inky blackness rolled down the hallway towards him. He opened his mouth to yell and then staggered as all of his senses were assaulted by a flicker of things which should not be. Then the sound of pipes, high-pitched and fluting off in the darkness.
Tikeli-li! Tikeli-li!And then everything was horrifically wrong again. A fine mist and light rain were tip-tapping off of his helmet and running off of the zelt he wore as a rain poncho. He shouldn't be here. He should be aboard the ship. He rubbed at his eyes, trying to shake the sense of dread that began to flow through him. All around him were the battered, broken shells of buildings and craters. Upturned automobiles and burned
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Elsewhere, Robert cautiously peered around the edge of a burned out house somewhere in eastern France. It was raining there, too, and Robert had been seperated from his buddies. Never a good thing. Part of his mind wondered what was happening. The war had ended years ago...but that small voice was quickly drowned out by the urge to find the enemy. Find the enemy and kill him. Kill him so that he couldn't kill Robert. He took another quick look, then darted across the space between buildings, heart pounding in his chest as he waited for a crack from a sniper's rifle. Once across he paused a moment, panting, the helmet on his head heavy and cold, the spattering of water on the metal half-drowning out the sounds of the battlefield around him
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Mud. Blood. Snow. Rain. It all blended together into a hellish cold and damp that seemed to seep into his bones. He adjusted his zelt, wiping a damp hand against his trouser's legs in a vain effort to dry them. He flexed his fingers and then wrapped them around his rifle, numb fingers gripping the weapon as he cautiously crept onward. He could feel cobblestones through the soles of his boots, the hobnails and heelplates clattering softly as he peered through the strange mist.
He squinted, freezing as he heard the distant clatter of boots. They were here. He raised his rifle, hugging the side of the street as he moved onwards. He'd find them. He would kill them. He'd finally be free of this hellish war, if he only killed enough of them. His mind was gibbering at him, fear and adrenaline mixed with a sense of duty to his homeland driving him onwards.
He could hear them getting closer. No choice now but to face them. But that's what he'd been planning on all along, wasn't it? He whipped around the corner and fired, squeezing off the entire clip of his rifle as fast as he could pull the trigger before ducking back behind cover, shoving more ammunition into the firearm almost as soon as the distinctive 'ping' of the ejecting clip filled his ears.
Danny stands on a roof top in Queens, looking down as the people in the streets riot. He had tried to help this city, to help the poor and weak as best as he could, but it seemed as though he had failed. Danny's money hadn't solved anything, and right now it seemed as though there was little his fists could do.
Danny clenches his fist and it glows with power. This was a big blow to his spirit, but still, he wasn't about to just give up now. Danny leaps into the fray, and the world around him changes. Danny would make sense of all this as soon as he could clear his head.
Close by, a girl hidesin the shadows. She knows all too well about war - being a Commanding Officer in a group bent on world domination will do that to you. She would have preferred mountains, but for some reason her powers weren't working well tonight...and in fact her mind seemed to tell her something else was very wrong. Like a tiny voice telling her this was all so wrong. Survival! the louder voice screams out. You or them!
The technology was primitive, but she didn't even question it. She was holding her gun like her life depended on it, and for all Lash knew...it did. Soldiers ran all around her as she stayed silent. Then screams of pain and the crack of bones and she's forced to look farther to the left of her...oozium 238.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!There is no Hawke to save her this time. No one but herself. Alone. She gets up and begins to run, but where, she has no idea. She needs something, like a rocket launcher to fight that thing. Lash has never sworn so much in her life. There are tears in her eyes, but she ignores them
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Tikeli-li! Tikeli-li!And then everything was horrifically wrong again. A fine mist and light rain were tip-tapping off of his helmet and running off of the zelt he wore as a rain poncho. He shouldn't be here. He should be aboard the ship. He rubbed at his eyes, trying to shake the sense of dread that began to flow through him. All around him were the battered, broken shells of buildings and craters. Upturned automobiles and burned ( ... )
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He squinted, freezing as he heard the distant clatter of boots. They were here. He raised his rifle, hugging the side of the street as he moved onwards. He'd find them. He would kill them. He'd finally be free of this hellish war, if he only killed enough of them. His mind was gibbering at him, fear and adrenaline mixed with a sense of duty to his homeland driving him onwards.
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Danny clenches his fist and it glows with power. This was a big blow to his spirit, but still, he wasn't about to just give up now. Danny leaps into the fray, and the world around him changes. Danny would make sense of all this as soon as he could clear his head.
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The technology was primitive, but she didn't even question it. She was holding her gun like her life depended on it, and for all Lash knew...it did. Soldiers ran all around her as she stayed silent. Then screams of pain and the crack of bones and she's forced to look farther to the left of her...oozium 238.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!There is no Hawke to save her this time. No one but herself. Alone. She gets up and begins to run, but where, she has no idea. She needs something, like a rocket launcher to fight that thing. Lash has never sworn so much in her life. There are tears in her eyes, but she ignores them ( ... )
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