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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Inflatablepants:
5/21/2017 9:30:21 PM
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[b]Chapter Thirty One[/b]
The ground was cracked and filled with sand on the hot Shi-Canyon day. The sun was nearing the top of the sky and the hundreds of vehicles were lined up that represented the Rebellion. Lyn and Henry were at a jeep, at the front line, and they were stopped. They were there, because Faolin stated he would have all of his armies assembled there for noon. In return the rebellion would follow suit. Now they stood at the edge of the battlefield, ready for anything. Lyn saw vehicles on the horizon but a mirage made them look as if they were underwater.
"We should get ready." Henry said as he saw the sight.
[spoiler]for Cthulu [/spoiler]
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Nice meme [spoiler]Heh... not bad, kid. Not bad at all. Your meme, I mean. It's not bad. A good first attempt. It's plenty dank... I can tell it's got some thought behind it... lots of quotable material... But memeing isn't all Rick Rolls and pepes, kid. You're skilled... that much I can tell. But do you have what it takes to be a #OffTopic memester? To join those esteemed shitposter ranks? To call yourself a member of #OffTopic? Shitposting takes talent, that much is true. But more than that it takes heart. The world-class shitposters - I mean the big guys, like timmys4threich and God - they're out there day and night, burning the midnight meme-oil, working tirelessly to shitpost that next top-shelf meme. And you know what, kid? 99 times out of a hundred, that meme fails. Someone downvotes it, or says it's "2edgy4me," or ignores it as they copy/paste the latest shitpost copypasta dreamt up by those sorry excuses for cut-rate memers over at #Destiny. The Meme Game is rough, kid, and I don't just mean the one you just lost :). It's a rough business, and for every artisan meme you craft in MS paint, some dumbass at #OffTopic has a shit meme or some shit that a million different Stonebrixx-wannabes will build a million different replicas to. Chin up, kid. Don't get all mopey on me. You've got skill. You've got talent. You just need to show your drive. See you on the boards...[/spoiler]
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"We're so dead..." She mumbled before faking a smile and turning to Henry. "Yes, lets get ready."
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Henry nodded. No more had to be said for the events that were about to transpire. Then, suddenly, a man with a pair of spectacles ran up to Henry. "S-sir!" The man said. It was odd though that he called Henry sir. The new figure looked like he was well into his forties while Henry was only eighteen. "Adam! What's going on?" Henry asked. "Well, we have been planning. And we've also been observing. It seems that Faolins forces are lined up as how a cavalry back thousands of years ago would form up!!!" "What are you saying?" "He's charging at us! Right now!"
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"Prepare to fire when they're within range then! We shall halt this charge!" Lyn yelled.
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"Hold on." Henry said as his face crunched as he delved into deep thought. Then, he shared his plan. "Okay. We set up a road block here to block their path and fortify it with rocket launchers and other artillery. Then, we send out the rest of the forces and cut them in half. We have them take right and left, and then we can flank the charging force as they crash into the road block. It's not the cleanest plan in the world...but it could work."
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"A u formation would be great if you can organize your men fast enough."
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"Ya...ya I can organize them." He answered with confidence as he walked over to the drivers side of the jeep. The Coldbourne armada still seemed a ways off. Henry looked at Lyn through the open windows of the jeep. "Question is, where are you gunna be?" Henry asked her. [spoiler]>Right flank >Road block >Left flank [/spoiler]
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"The left flank. Why? I've just got a feeling, Henry. Now, lets make Faolin see how big of a mistake he has made."
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Henry grinned cunningly as he got in the jeep. "Left flank it is then!" He told her. He put his hand up to his ear as he started the vehicle. "This is a message to all Rebellion soldiers! This is it, the battle that will decide our future! I want the left side of the army to drive up with me where we can flank Faolins army. Then, the other half will make their way to the right. I want everyone with a gun bigger then them to set up a roadblock here that stretches out as far as it can. Then, when they get close, let it rip! Stay frosty, and we'll Make it through this!"
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Lyn hopped into the jeep as well. "We've got this."
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"Damn right we do!" Henry agreed as he began to drive the car over to the left. After a few minutes, dozens of cars lined up behind Henry's. they were all large trucks and jeeps and some of them had large guns on the back while the resistance fighters sat in the beds of the Trucks with machine guns. A roadblock was made so the largest vehicles were lined up and men and women who had massive guns were stationed behind them. Another fleet formed on the right side and Lyn saw the empires army clearly in view now. There were likely a little over one hundred jeeps and army standard vehicles that were suited for combat. She also saw three tanks, the largest being in the middle and positioned at the back while two smaller ones took to the sides of it. They were coming fast but only has fast as the tanks.
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Edited by Stitch: 5/23/2017 11:07:46 PMLyn waited beside Henry, watching the advance. "How do you plan on taking out the tanks?"
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"Oh...you know..." Henry dodged the question as he trailed off...
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"....Henry, do you have anything? The only option if not is to simply swarm them and that takes a lot of losses."
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"Well, I have a six pack of beer and a bag full of frag grenades. Does that sound like a good enough plan?" Henry asked her with a grin.
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"Close enough. Want me to teleport and drop frags in the barrels?"
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"Sounds like the best plan to me!" He told Lyn. The left flank began to turn in towards the horde of vehicles that were heading straight towards the roadblock. Gunfire had begun to start and Lyn heard the bullets fire over the jeep. There were still a hundred vehicles between the jeep and the tanks, so Henry turned sharp and kept his distance. "I'm going to circle around to get you as close as I can!" He told her. Suddenly both flanks surrounded the oncoming force and the vehicles began to crash into each other and fire upon one another as the battle began.
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"Come on, Henry! Got to get me real close!" Lyn held on for dear life.
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"Working on it!" He yelled with bated breath as he began to drive basically beside the fast paced enemy army. Bullets flew through the back of the jeep as Henry drove towards the tank, and he cut the distance down to 20 metres as they reached the back of the army. But...one of the tanks were aimed right at Henry. The one closest to them. The same went for the tank on the right...
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Lyn half leaped half teleported to the closest one with a cooked grenade and threw it down the barrel. She then teleported to the next, hanging by the barrel and dropped one down that barrel too.
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As Lyn threw the grenade in the second tank, the jeeps at the front of the empires army crashed into a road block. All of the vehicles crashed together as the empire was caught in the crossfire of all the rebels from the sides as well as the front. They were trapped, but they weren't going down easy as Lyn found out as soon as she threw the grenade in. The tank fired, and an explosion went off inside the barrel which sent Lyn flying into the battlefield and made her crash on the ground. Somewhere in the Coldbourne army. The rebels immediately moved in and the armies used the vehicles as cover as they fired upon their enemies. Lyn's head rang with pain as she landed...
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Lyn rested on the ground, seemingly dead while the bullets rained down.
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Suddenly, she heard massive footsteps behind her as she heard the largest tank stop behind her as well. The bullets continued to cut across the air as she lay where she did.
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She rolled onto her back and glanced around quickly at incoming threats, ready to defend herself.
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"HELLO LITTLE BIRD!" Yelled the now annoyingly familiar voice of Faolin Coldbourne. However as he stood in front of her, she was barely able to get a good look at him. He wore a massive suit of armour. Not medieval Knights armour, or anything of the sort. But power armour. His helmet had horns etched out from the sides as it had tubes which flowed from the mouth piece and out to the back of his head. She could see his glaring eyes through the large red visored eyes of the white helm. The massive suit that covered his torso almost made his back look like it covered a turtles shell while chains of massive bullets were wrapped over his shoulders and around his white painted torso. His legs were heavily armoured as well and looked like he had stomped in something particularly...red...as his feet were a crimson compared to the rest of his body. His torso went over his shoulders and protected them as well as his armoured arms grasped Lyn's leg as soon as she saw him and propelled her behind him. She flew into the front of the tank and crashed into it, which sent her into the dusty and dry ground. "OHOHOHO! HOME RUN! I am SO glad we got to see each other on the battlefield...."
