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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/25/2016 11:33:19 PM
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[i]"Possibly... But Mourne also comes packed with shields... Ninety four gates. Each one a dense spiritual wall... Couple with the fact that Glitch and I don't have seals... And we are walking into a shit storm."[/i]
[i]"He is the big play. Creed is the objective monger. Salem is the back breaker. Anyway we slice it... We are fūcked..."[/i]
[b]Joker falls silent a moment, the sound of treads against dust and sand the only comfort. Then, in a strangely calm tone, Joker speaks up once more, emptiness in his voice.[/b]
[i]"This isn't really about us anymore... Kid, we are going into this knowing we are going to die... We are doing this because we owe Boss, and we owe the Aldons."[/i]
[i]"Semper fi..."[/i]
[b]Damien says nothing, knowing full well how the events would likely transpire... He was frontline runner... And once he fell... That left Silence and Rook to try and stop an insurmountable enemy.[/b]
[i]"Got to hand it to you, kid... You got balls to throw your life away like this... Or you could stay and not be stupid. Leave it to the big guys..."[/i]
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[i] Ian shakes his head.[/i] "Damien's had my back for as long as I've known him. I'm not ditching out on him now. I've earned my spot with the big guys." [i] And they all could see, even though he was young, he had fire in his eyes, and most importantly, he had heart. [/i] "They can't be invincible right? There's always a chance."
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[b]Rook speaks up this time, Joker seemingly losing interest. The big man had the attention span of a ADHD lemur.[/b] [i]"Chance, yes. We don't know what's on the other side... But we do know it's going to be hell..."[/i] [b]The tank suddenly jerked to a stop, Rook stepping up and turning off the from shielding.[/b] [i]"Besides, now comes preparation..."[/i] [b]And with that, he slipped out from a small hatch on the top of the tank, his small body making it out easily. Rook was maybe 5'7, small and built for stealth... But something told Ian that saying something about the height would get the man angry.[/b] [b]The back doors slide open and a small ramp extended revealing nicely built large tents, crates, military barrels, vehicles, guns, and... People... Two to be exact, excluding everyone previously on board the tank... Silence stood with his eyepatch like sight trained on Damien, Glitch violently boxing with a dummy... Home sweet Omicron home.[/b]
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"Where's Saber?" [i] Ian questions, climbing out of the tank and dropping to the sand, Dusting himself off. He gave a two fingered salute to Silence, turning to Damien.[/i]
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[b]Damien shrugged, looking around but not seeing the Assault Tactics Officer anywhere... Not unusual... But not ordinary either...[/b] [i]"G, where is Captain?"[/i] [b]Joker asked, walking towards his long time buddy. Glitch and Joker got along the best, die hard friends... Insane together...[/b] [i]"Dun know... Silence probably knows."[/i] [b]Silence turned to his teammate, a mechanical growl emanating from his helmet before he suddenly vanished into thin air... Typical...[/b] [i]"He's probably fine..."[/i]
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"Probably." [i] Ian repeated, a shake of his head. Silence was probably the most cryptic of all of them, Ian thought so anyway.[/i] "What kind of preparation are we talking about?" [i] Ian asks. Besides unlocking my damn seal.. he thinks to himself.[/i]
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[b]Glitch and Joker chuckle, padding off to a large tent that was covered in old blood stains and mud. Then there was the other two tents... One covered in equipment and a black tarp that Rook began to walk towards, and the last one that had empty bottles outside, and a newly reappeared Silence sitting out front.[/b] [b]Damien motioned to some of the crates, walking to one and popping up the lid to reveal a massive machine gun and anti-tank rifle.[/b] [i]"Big guns, big vehicles, impressive tech, and the sort... If you want you can stay with me and Jazz, Rook and Sabre, or Joker and Glitch... The last option probably isn't the best..."[/i] [b]Damien chuckled as Rook eventually returned with dozens of throwing knives, moving towards the dummies and a large holo screen, flipping the screen onto some kind of nature documentary as he took cheap shots at the dummies with his knives. Silence say on a plastic box outside his white and black leather tent that looked quite fancy, cleaning the barrel of his sniper as he continued to simply stare at various things...[/b]
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"I'll just stick with Jazz and you.. at least I'm guaranteed my safety there. Probably." [i] He says with a smirk, glancing sideways at Damien. [/i] "Only five Omicron members here though? Whatever happened to the ones you got out of Cryo back on L9? Did Creed kill them?"
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[i]"Cryo killed their minds. Seal crazy people with a vendetta... Died in the crash. Better that way... Their minds didn't even know they were still alive."[/i] [b]Damien sighed and ran a hand through his hair as his helmet folded away. Then, the rest of his armor peeled off like a shell and he stepped out into the sunlight, skin caked with dirt and sweat... Wearing nothing but jeans and socks... The metal grafting on his chest provided enough cover.[/b] [i]"Now... It comes down to the waiting game. First we need to figure out these rifts... Then we need to find a way to open one to them... Joker was right... We need Nomad."[/i]
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[i] An idea struck Ian, not necessarily a good one, but one all the same.[/i] "Caldon Frost. You said he hates that list of people as much as you do.. the enemy of my enemy is my friend right? I don't know if that extends to a person that's also your enemy but that's neither here nor there.."
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[i]"No. Absolutely not. Caldon would just as quickly kill us as he would go on fighting them."[/i] [b]Damien shook his head hastily, moving to some more crates, peeling the lids back to expose a variety of rations and sealed foods. And a radio. With a flick of his hand, he extended the antenna while using his lower metal jaw to peel the top of aluminum can away from the pickled beats inside.[/b] [b]Overhead, something shot by, rocketing faster than the eye could keep up with, the sound of thunder following it. Rook gave a light chuckle and turned to Ian, the holo skull almost giving off a faint smile.[/b] [i]"Just found Sabre... He's in a jet."[/i]
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"Uh huh.." [i] Ian looked up as the jet flew by, but his mind was securely fixed on a battle plan. [/i] "I get that it's a suicide mission, and that we'll probably die, but if we can avoid that, that'd be nice. I think you should let Lance on the front lines with you. The guy's a demon D. Scary good. With him watching your back, you've got a better chance at survival." [i] He just hoped Damien and Lance had enough firepower between the two of them to take out the main threats like Salem and Mourne. Ian was going for Wraith or Panzer, Damien's orders be damned. [/i]
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 10/27/2016 2:52:48 AM[b]Damien said nothing for a moment as the blood red contents of the pickled beets slid down his throat with a loud gulp. He was... Very snake like. When he finished, he slammed the can into his skull, causing the poor thing to break into pieces...[/b] [i]"Mmm... I'll think about it. There is someone there important to him... And right now, that's Salem's ace. I'm not sure if Lance is capable of taking the life of someone like that... Not now at least. Better to take on the burden ourselves... If push comes to shove. In the meantime... I'm getting reinforcements..."[/i] [b]Damien tapped something on the holo radio and set it down, Silence making a brisk whistle to Ian, motioning him over.[/b]
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"I don't know what he's capable of.." [i] Ian mumbles to himself while Eyeing Damien.[/i] "And who the hell eats beets?" [i] He realized Silence was talking to him, and walked quietly over towards him. He had no clue on earth what he wanted with him, but he did know the guy creeped him the hell out.[/i]
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[b]Silence said nothing... Surprise, surprise... But he did extend a small envelope towards Ian as he approached. It was plastic, black, and sealed with a metal clip.[/b] [b]Silence made a motion with his free hand for Ian to be quiet as Damien began to talk into his small radio. And not too far, Glitch and Joker began their past time of playing obnoxious rock and roll...[/b]
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[i] Ian stared at Silence for a moment, glancing around at the other guy's who seemed preoccupied. Ian turns his back to them and pulls the clip off the envelope, pulling out the paper and unfolding it. [/i]
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[b]The paper was an extensive outline of Omicron strategy and battle plans... But written near the top in bold were four objectives. They read:[/b] [u]Retrieve 'Empress'.[/u] [u]Tear down 'Tower'.[/u] [u]Push up and claim backlines.[/u] [u]Keep 'Judge' restrained and back at camp.[/u] [b]He pointed specifically to the last one, making a small noise, to which Rook promptly stood and walked over... His knives all sunk deep into the heads and chests of dummies.[/b]
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[i] Ian raised an eyebrow at the last objective, only momentarily thinking on the others. "Empress" was probably the ace Damien had mentioned, the person close to Lance. He had no idea what "Tower" was, but he did know keeping Damien back wasn't a good thing. Or easy..[/i] "Something tells me Damien doesn't know about numero cuatro." [i] He said quietly to Silence, glancing at Rook. All of Omicron was probably in on it.[/i]
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[i]"It's going to be hard, but we have to keep him here. He's walking into the biggest trap of his life. He's right of course. Everyone one the other side wants us there. Even you. They want seals, and then they want us to turn against each other. Damien has something inside him that would end the fight in an instant, something they can use... We are gonna keep him here..."[/i] [b]Silence merely nodded and motioned for Ian to turn over the paper and show a map. It looked like... Old Russia... Trenches... Snow mountains... And old concrete homes.[/b] [i]"We have someone who can do it, but we don't know if they are a two faced backstabbing bitch anymore or not... So we've called in Verdict, Nomad, and Crown... Though you probably know two of those better as Nichole and Lucien. Damien certainly doesn't need another plot behind his back, but this is for his own good..."[/i] [b]Half the battle was going to be keeping Damien from rushing the other side... Not really just because he was a threat, but because a few minutes on the other side could be disastrous. On top of where they were headed... They were fighting an uphill battle at a ninety degree angle...[/b] [i]"Your job is going to play runner. Lucien and Joker can take sustained damage. They'll push up and grab attention, Silence will cover us, then Crown, you, Sabre, Glitch, and I will sneak in and attack from behind. Nomad and Reaver keep Damien here."[/i]
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Edited by Will: 10/28/2016 1:07:11 AM[i] Ian looked over the map for a moment, running everything through his head. If these Omicron guys could fight anything like Panzer, than maybe they were in a bit better shape then he thought. But not having Damien..that worries him.[/i] "This Reaver and Nomad must be pretty good if they're gonna keep Damien Lordan restrained." [i] Ian muttered, turning to Rook and Silence.[/i] "Having Lucien and Nikki with us is great, but if we're keeping Damien here, I want Ronin at my back. From what I've heard from the locals, he went toe-to-toe with Damien. I want another powerhouse there." [i] He crossed his arms and glanced between the two. [/i]
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[i]"I mean, I don't really care either way. And Sabre probably won't... It's his funeral. But if Damien is correct, which he usually is, Lance is going to be a threat out there for us too... Just make sure when the fear toxin starts flying, you know who you are fighting with."[/i] [b]Rook was a cryptic one... Smart and quiet, with just the right hint of know it all, but what could he mean...? Know who you are fighting with? It was apparent who Ian would be fighting with.[/b] [i]"I always figured we'd get to fifty... At least. Damn me for having big dreams."[/i] [b]Silence merely nodded as Rook gave him a pat on the shoulder, slowly padding away, moving toward the tent he shared with Sabre.[/b] [b]Before Ian could even protest, Silence snatched back the paper and hid the contents back in the envelope, nodding for Ian to check out the tent.[/b]
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"I don't plan on letting anyone die." [i] Ian said quietly. He wasn't sure what Rook meant by know who he was fighting, but if it involved a certain toxin, Ian knew what he was getting. Better filters. He followed Silence's gesture and made his way over to the tent.[/i]
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[b]Silence pulled back the tent flap, having moved surprisingly quick. Inside was standard stuff, metal beds with cushions and sheets... Some crates. Personal computers, and enough space for about eight people.[/b] [i]"I sleep in the far back... Damien is the second bed to the left."[/i] [b]Silence whispered, his voice heavily mechanical... But it was unlikely it was modified... His filters weren't visibly on.[/b] [i]"Nomad will likely go with Rook, and Crown and Verdict will likely be with us... You get your own holo screen, bed, drawer, and crate. Got it?"[/i]
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"Yeah..I got it." [i] Ian says, slightly unnerved by Silence's voice. It was the first time he'd heard him speak.[/i] "I'll be out training. Just yell if you need me." [i] Ian says with a slight smile, obviously a friendly joke. [/i]
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[b]Silence said nothing, returning the way he came as his cloak melded him out of sight.[/b] [b]The tent filled with a rumbling as the slow hum of an approaching vehicle signaled Sabre's return...[/b]
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"Guess I'd better go say hi. Even though our last encounter wasn't the friendliest.." [i] Ian says to himself, stepping back outside in search of him.[/i]
