TheMilleniumGroup
06-08-2005, 03:53
A ship moved softly through the cold water of the atlantic, casting its long shadow by moonlight. It was The Eagle; an aircraft carrier...And it was coming under new management. Immediately.
Speakers roared as a helicopter tore through the silence of the night, the blaring voice echoing with songs of war and bloodshed; of great litanies of combat. This was a helicopter of Millenium.
On board; her long black hair framing her freckled face; raising one hand to adjust her glasses, sliding them further up her nose, other hand clasping her musket; Lieutenant Rip Van Winkle smirked her fanged smile.
How she loved Var
Soldiers poured from the helicopter as it landed, clad in army uniforms, marked with the symbols of the Reich; she pushed through them, moving onto the silent deck. So this was it.
"Heil, occupants of the Eagle; ve are Millenium" She smiled softly, almost giggling. "This vessel and its capabilities, now belong to us"
Behind her, men were working frantically over the deck with pots of a red substance that one would pray was paint; baptising it with their accursed national standard; a great Swastika on the deck, to show they had returned.
"The Adler, naval flagship of the Reich's Atlantic Fleet, hereby mobilises und begins its mission..."
Echoing across the speakers, came the voice of their glorious leader; Herr Major.
"Gentlemen....I love var..."
Speakers roared as a helicopter tore through the silence of the night, the blaring voice echoing with songs of war and bloodshed; of great litanies of combat. This was a helicopter of Millenium.
On board; her long black hair framing her freckled face; raising one hand to adjust her glasses, sliding them further up her nose, other hand clasping her musket; Lieutenant Rip Van Winkle smirked her fanged smile.
How she loved Var
Soldiers poured from the helicopter as it landed, clad in army uniforms, marked with the symbols of the Reich; she pushed through them, moving onto the silent deck. So this was it.
"Heil, occupants of the Eagle; ve are Millenium" She smiled softly, almost giggling. "This vessel and its capabilities, now belong to us"
Behind her, men were working frantically over the deck with pots of a red substance that one would pray was paint; baptising it with their accursed national standard; a great Swastika on the deck, to show they had returned.
"The Adler, naval flagship of the Reich's Atlantic Fleet, hereby mobilises und begins its mission..."
Echoing across the speakers, came the voice of their glorious leader; Herr Major.
"Gentlemen....I love var..."