Neo-Erusea
28-10-2006, 16:35
[Since the nation I was going to fight, Occion, ceased to exist along with his puppet I was attacking, I'm going to write out the lives of some Doveridge citizens considering I will now own Doveridge lands. I prefer if nobody posts here. Thank you]
Doveridge Northern Beach, 2:00pm Local Time
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It all started as any other ordinary day in the lives of five teenage friends, Carlos, George, Juan, Jason, and Richard. A sunny day in a beach-front city, were a gang of teens from low-wage families were just looking for some fun. Today everyone was hanging out at a local retail store. Parents walking while holding their childrens' hands scowled at the group, stealing drinks from a vending machine. "Dude" said Richard, "you gotta shake this damn thing harder or we won't get jack s***!"
Carlos and Richard were shaking the vending machines to get them to drop cans of Gero-Cola, a popular Doveridge rip-off of Pink Bunny Cola.
"Shut up, man, I'm trying." All of a sudden a loud clunk rewarded them with a free drink. "Yeah. That's what I'm talking about." said Carlos as he opened the can.
"Where the f*** is George, he said he'd be here." Jason looked around but couldn't find him. Juan was quietly leaning against the wall sipping at his drink. "Yo Juan. You know where George is?
"How the f*** should I know?"
A deafining roar muffled out jason's reply, and everyone turned there heads up to look at a passing fighter jet.
"I've never seen one of those before."
"George, where the hell did you come from?" Another plane passed over head, and George waved, but the pilot didn't wave back. He took a picture with his camera anyways.
"Dude, that photograhpy project isn't due for a month, man."
"Yeah I know, but this is a nice picture" said George, examining the photo. "Those are wierd markings. I don't think that the Doveridge Air Force has red in it. Maybe we can sell it to that guy in the plane shop for cash." Everyone agreed, and they all jumped inside George's car to head for downtown.
"How much do you think we can get for this?" asked George.
"Maybe twenty or more credits."
"That's it?"
"Yeah."
The boys kept driving, and soon they came upon a billboard featuring a sexy Doveridge woman in a bikini. "Check that out" said Carlos as he pointed at the billboard. The reply came in unison: "Daaammn." George kept driving, and as the billboard passed he tryed to sneak one last look. But instead he saw the burning smoking remains of a TV station on a hill behind it. "What the f***?" Everyone looked around as people began to exit the city by foot, and the lanes departing from it congested with traffic. Police were everywhere and so was the National Guard. They pulled up to a police officer and asked, "What the hell happpened here?"
"I don't know. People say that a couple of fighter jets flew over and started bombing runs."
The guys drove off, and George said, "Dude, those planes we saw-"
"Holy s***" Richard pointed out the what used to be the model plane store, left in ruins along with the Capitol building a block away.
"Looks like they didn't use smart bombs." replied George.
"You mean those bombs that lock-on the targets?" asked Juan.
All five looked up at the sky where contrails were tracing each other, it was a battle in the skies far above them. Another deafining roar came along with a Neo-Erusean X-02 chasing a Doveridge F-16, the Erusean fired a burst with his guns and blotted the Fighting Falcon out of the sky. The burning wreckage fell down into a school, causing a large wing to collapse.
Doveridge Northern Beach, 2:00pm Local Time
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It all started as any other ordinary day in the lives of five teenage friends, Carlos, George, Juan, Jason, and Richard. A sunny day in a beach-front city, were a gang of teens from low-wage families were just looking for some fun. Today everyone was hanging out at a local retail store. Parents walking while holding their childrens' hands scowled at the group, stealing drinks from a vending machine. "Dude" said Richard, "you gotta shake this damn thing harder or we won't get jack s***!"
Carlos and Richard were shaking the vending machines to get them to drop cans of Gero-Cola, a popular Doveridge rip-off of Pink Bunny Cola.
"Shut up, man, I'm trying." All of a sudden a loud clunk rewarded them with a free drink. "Yeah. That's what I'm talking about." said Carlos as he opened the can.
"Where the f*** is George, he said he'd be here." Jason looked around but couldn't find him. Juan was quietly leaning against the wall sipping at his drink. "Yo Juan. You know where George is?
"How the f*** should I know?"
A deafining roar muffled out jason's reply, and everyone turned there heads up to look at a passing fighter jet.
"I've never seen one of those before."
"George, where the hell did you come from?" Another plane passed over head, and George waved, but the pilot didn't wave back. He took a picture with his camera anyways.
"Dude, that photograhpy project isn't due for a month, man."
"Yeah I know, but this is a nice picture" said George, examining the photo. "Those are wierd markings. I don't think that the Doveridge Air Force has red in it. Maybe we can sell it to that guy in the plane shop for cash." Everyone agreed, and they all jumped inside George's car to head for downtown.
"How much do you think we can get for this?" asked George.
"Maybe twenty or more credits."
"That's it?"
"Yeah."
The boys kept driving, and soon they came upon a billboard featuring a sexy Doveridge woman in a bikini. "Check that out" said Carlos as he pointed at the billboard. The reply came in unison: "Daaammn." George kept driving, and as the billboard passed he tryed to sneak one last look. But instead he saw the burning smoking remains of a TV station on a hill behind it. "What the f***?" Everyone looked around as people began to exit the city by foot, and the lanes departing from it congested with traffic. Police were everywhere and so was the National Guard. They pulled up to a police officer and asked, "What the hell happpened here?"
"I don't know. People say that a couple of fighter jets flew over and started bombing runs."
The guys drove off, and George said, "Dude, those planes we saw-"
"Holy s***" Richard pointed out the what used to be the model plane store, left in ruins along with the Capitol building a block away.
"Looks like they didn't use smart bombs." replied George.
"You mean those bombs that lock-on the targets?" asked Juan.
All five looked up at the sky where contrails were tracing each other, it was a battle in the skies far above them. Another deafining roar came along with a Neo-Erusean X-02 chasing a Doveridge F-16, the Erusean fired a burst with his guns and blotted the Fighting Falcon out of the sky. The burning wreckage fell down into a school, causing a large wing to collapse.