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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by The WORLD1897:
4/30/2017 2:55:54 PM
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[u]Tatakai, Mountain Range[/u]
[i]Within an Hour of the Dojo[/i]
[b]Sunrise[/b]
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The Captain of the [REDACTED] reinforcements sat, watching his heavily armoured underling construct the newest Artillery Cannon. This one had trees and shrubbery as coverage, making it harder to spot.
[u]1 Hour Later[/u]
As the new troops laid the finishing touches on the Cannon, the captain nodded in approval.
[i]"Alright, load in a hellfire shell,"[/i] He said, gesturing to an ammunition crate.
"Right away, sir," They said obediently, sliding the shell into the loading chamber. "Locked and loaded."
[i]"Well... Let's give 'em the ol' wake up call."[/i]
"Already-" A HIGH-EX round splattered the inquisitive man's brain across the mud and grass.
[i]"Disobedience will not be tolerated. NOW HOP TO IT!"[/i]
[u]At the Dojo[/u]
A man with a sword across his back sat at the gate, a joint in his mouth. He had a cat laying against his leg, who petted quietly. The cat's ears perked up, and it shot up, before dashing out of sight, hissing. The guard didn't even have time to wonder what was going on before he was turned into red paste within a 10'x10' crate.
Several of the secondary bombs spread across the Dojo, some hitting the wall, others hitting houses. All had the same result.
[u]Back at the Cannon.[/u]
[i]"Damn good shootin', Travis."[/i]
[b]"Thanks, sir."[/b]
They began loading in an incendiary shell, aiming down at the Dojo once more.
[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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The man's memories were cut short mainly by memory wiping, but a few things were clear.
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[i]However, another presence was at play. Specifically the Ork Kommandoes of The Freeboota Brutagar's group. They were painted purple, and dey were cunning. Rustling was heard from some bushes not too far from the two, something was fishy.[/i]
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One of the troopers was holding a chain-fed .50 Cal. He spun to the bush, lighting it up like a christmas tree with pure hate and lead. In about 20 seconds, the bush was a smoldering pile of black mush.
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[i]There was nothing there besides ruined shrubbery and a dead rabbit. What a dick. The Kommandoes however were being sneaky with this. One of them, hidden in the trees grabbed inside of his boot and pulled out a Stikkbomb. A grenade on a stick. The rest were hidden in other various shrubbery or in the trees, basically surrounding them without them realizing it. The Ork with the stikkbomb pulled the pin and threw it down at the two below.[/i]
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It stuck to the forcefield and detonated, the field weakening. The shield generator began to mend the field slowly, whirring and clicking. "Shit."
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"WAAAAAAGGGGHHH!!" [i]All the Kommandoes jumped out at once from their various hiding places. A few armed with machetes bigger than a Catachans bicep. The others had stuck with the traditional fuсkhueg hunting knives and Slugga's. While the Machete Men charged from one end, the Slugga Bros. Came from the other, firing their shoddy pistols as fast as they could.[/i]
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The men began unloading upon them with [REDACTED] tech assault rifles and shotguns. These Orks were nothing more than a bump in the road. The forcefield kept recharging, eventually finishing. The troops kept blasting the Artillery Cannon down at the Dojo all the while.
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[i]The Orks had one final plan, taking notes from ISIS and Al-Qaeda they had stikkbomb belts that promptly detonated on death. Not as a last resort, but as a signal. The resulting explosions made an explosion big enough to make a forest fire.[/i]
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The forcefield shattered, leaving the men at the mercy of their armour. Six of the twelve died. The remaining men got back up, groaning in pain. They grabbed up their rifles, and gunned down the rest of the orks.
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