Confederation of Arms
16-09-2005, 01:36
We've been camped up her for 2 months, Jim ain't got the radio working more then the last time and the townsfolk are gettin mighty sick... of us. The tobacco field had burned up, and we were out of food. Tank stopped movin and Kyle's mind ain't right. We got no word if we won us a war and are lost heros or lost us a war and are lost meat....
Took took a last drag at his last cigarette and tossed it into the burnt field off the cold cement wall. It was a waste land as far as he could see and it just got blurry and shaky after a while just like you were drunk, but that was the closest thing the whole land was dry of water let alone booze. The town was a rickety old one made before the first war. The signs were broken the buildings were broken and the people were broken.
Took heard in the distance a yell for his name. And jogged back to the tank. He heard a foreign report that smoking tobacco could kill you, he was damn sure the government he was fighting for would tell the people if they were gonna die by smoking a plant and it's only a plant. Kyle was smiling lookin up at the blue sky free of clouds like usual. Jim walked up to him.
"Ey took we eh gots the tank running and the radio working us guys are eh listening in wanna join?" Took nodded and walked over to the sherif's place, the sherif was dead when they found him they had to do a little cleaning to get the scum to let them stay.
The boys were huddled around a old rusty radio listening in to a fight.
"Why haven't we called yet damn it!?" Shouted Took.
"It ain't workin cap." Said Karl. Took stormed up to it and slammed it with his fist. It went silent. A few seconds later after cursing on the boy's part and tuning on Took's. It sprouted up again to a emergency line. He called up.
"Hello, Sector 4 Emergency line speaking..."
"Yeah this is Captain Took of the Sector 3 2nd infantry division Group 11 Code M-U-B-E-H-T-X-U-S. We need pick up, I repeat we need pick up. We are in Crookville south of Cancer City west of Death Mountains."
"Roger that we are sending immediate assistance. 1 cargo helicopter. Code excepted. Ending transmission."
*9 Hours Later*
"Where the hell are they?" Shouted Karl threw the desert wind it was another cold night all alone for god knows how long. The desert wind progressed into a desert storm making any transport that was out destroyed. The radio broke again and this time it was really broke. The tank's engine had seemed to been rusted and giving it gas was only a minor treatment.
*6 Days Later of Constant Storm*
The storm had finally died down and the night was peaceful Kyle was the first one to spot it. A small blinking red light in the sky.
"Finally they've come to take me!"
"Not a chance!" Said Karl he broke their last glow stick and held it up in the air, a radiant light, a beacon of hope. The helicopter shortly landed. And they boarded it. The pilot was an old man his face could barely be seen behind the helmet. The helicopter was a boring gray with paint chipped.
"Get us to Kell Bortemors base immediatly." the pilot saluted him and began the long ride back to Kell Bortemors base in sector 2....
*Playing recording 1-7*
"This is a proud day for The Confederation of Arms, all our are bearings will end! We were once bearers. Bearers of suffering and violence and oppression.
And we took it with out a pain in till one great man! One great man told us we can not take it anymore. He was the starter of the revouloution, But we were the enders!"
*Dark Tide military base"
The 2nd Commander of the revolution had been recently trapped in the base or so he thought... He had been brought here for his own protection to keep the loyalists far away. Anyway why would anyone come all the way to a small island to assassinate a man who has no real power anyways?
"We have to get out our word to the International Community!" Said the 2nd Commander Black Roc.
"They'll come to us..." Said the 1st Commander Ong-Bakk.
"They won't, we have to make a public announcement!"
"If we are important they will."
"Just like if you are important you Ex-Wife will?"
"Shut up old man!" Ong Bakk stormed out of the room and slammed the door.
"Eyi ya ei." Said Black roc Rolling his eyes.
*International Community Announcement*
"The Confederation of Arms has... Opened up it's borders to embassies. We have just fought a long war raging with a enemy inside our own borders, much worst then terrorists. Our own brothers we have fought for over 100 years and we will always stand strong an---Transmission interrupted---
*Broadcasting Station*
"God damn it!" Yelled Ong-Bakk as he was choking the speaker.
"You said you weren't going to do that, the speech thing!" The speaker was going red. Ong-Bakk's bodyguards stepped up and held Ong-Bakk back.
"Damn it that was live...."
((OOC Sorry for the english mistakes, I blame it on the language.))
Took took a last drag at his last cigarette and tossed it into the burnt field off the cold cement wall. It was a waste land as far as he could see and it just got blurry and shaky after a while just like you were drunk, but that was the closest thing the whole land was dry of water let alone booze. The town was a rickety old one made before the first war. The signs were broken the buildings were broken and the people were broken.
Took heard in the distance a yell for his name. And jogged back to the tank. He heard a foreign report that smoking tobacco could kill you, he was damn sure the government he was fighting for would tell the people if they were gonna die by smoking a plant and it's only a plant. Kyle was smiling lookin up at the blue sky free of clouds like usual. Jim walked up to him.
"Ey took we eh gots the tank running and the radio working us guys are eh listening in wanna join?" Took nodded and walked over to the sherif's place, the sherif was dead when they found him they had to do a little cleaning to get the scum to let them stay.
The boys were huddled around a old rusty radio listening in to a fight.
"Why haven't we called yet damn it!?" Shouted Took.
"It ain't workin cap." Said Karl. Took stormed up to it and slammed it with his fist. It went silent. A few seconds later after cursing on the boy's part and tuning on Took's. It sprouted up again to a emergency line. He called up.
"Hello, Sector 4 Emergency line speaking..."
"Yeah this is Captain Took of the Sector 3 2nd infantry division Group 11 Code M-U-B-E-H-T-X-U-S. We need pick up, I repeat we need pick up. We are in Crookville south of Cancer City west of Death Mountains."
"Roger that we are sending immediate assistance. 1 cargo helicopter. Code excepted. Ending transmission."
*9 Hours Later*
"Where the hell are they?" Shouted Karl threw the desert wind it was another cold night all alone for god knows how long. The desert wind progressed into a desert storm making any transport that was out destroyed. The radio broke again and this time it was really broke. The tank's engine had seemed to been rusted and giving it gas was only a minor treatment.
*6 Days Later of Constant Storm*
The storm had finally died down and the night was peaceful Kyle was the first one to spot it. A small blinking red light in the sky.
"Finally they've come to take me!"
"Not a chance!" Said Karl he broke their last glow stick and held it up in the air, a radiant light, a beacon of hope. The helicopter shortly landed. And they boarded it. The pilot was an old man his face could barely be seen behind the helmet. The helicopter was a boring gray with paint chipped.
"Get us to Kell Bortemors base immediatly." the pilot saluted him and began the long ride back to Kell Bortemors base in sector 2....
*Playing recording 1-7*
"This is a proud day for The Confederation of Arms, all our are bearings will end! We were once bearers. Bearers of suffering and violence and oppression.
And we took it with out a pain in till one great man! One great man told us we can not take it anymore. He was the starter of the revouloution, But we were the enders!"
*Dark Tide military base"
The 2nd Commander of the revolution had been recently trapped in the base or so he thought... He had been brought here for his own protection to keep the loyalists far away. Anyway why would anyone come all the way to a small island to assassinate a man who has no real power anyways?
"We have to get out our word to the International Community!" Said the 2nd Commander Black Roc.
"They'll come to us..." Said the 1st Commander Ong-Bakk.
"They won't, we have to make a public announcement!"
"If we are important they will."
"Just like if you are important you Ex-Wife will?"
"Shut up old man!" Ong Bakk stormed out of the room and slammed the door.
"Eyi ya ei." Said Black roc Rolling his eyes.
*International Community Announcement*
"The Confederation of Arms has... Opened up it's borders to embassies. We have just fought a long war raging with a enemy inside our own borders, much worst then terrorists. Our own brothers we have fought for over 100 years and we will always stand strong an---Transmission interrupted---
*Broadcasting Station*
"God damn it!" Yelled Ong-Bakk as he was choking the speaker.
"You said you weren't going to do that, the speech thing!" The speaker was going red. Ong-Bakk's bodyguards stepped up and held Ong-Bakk back.
"Damn it that was live...."
((OOC Sorry for the english mistakes, I blame it on the language.))