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 Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 6:08 pm
Sitting atop one of the buildings near the edge of town, hunkered down so that he wouldn't be silhouetted against the night sky, Chris watches through a flatscreen at the holographic image displayed to him from a camera he'd set up in the jungles outside town, which shows that the Galbadians are finally responding to the fact that the SeeDs have taken control of Balamb and killed the tiny little garrison that Galbadia stationed there.
Grinning evilly, he sets the flatscreen aside and switches it off, then looks over all the things around him that go boom. Grenades, RPGs, mines, demolition charges; you name it, he's got at least one of it. He picks up his M4A1-M203 and checks to make sure that he's got a grenade loaded and that his safety is off.
Ouch time.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 6:25 pm
Blonde hair back in its pony tail, dressed all in black from head to toe, he looked like he was going to a convention, not to a battle. But he was. He was crouched along the front lines, a group of SeeD flanking him.
It was time to get the run-away's the hell off the island. For the past few days in preperation, it had been niggling at the back of his mind that something was going to happen. What, he couldn't be certain, but it had put him in a state of unrest. He grunted, and lifted his hand, touching the mouthpiece wrapped down infront of his mouth.
"All units report in.", it was time for things to get nice, and bloody, and not in a way he figured he, or anyone else, was going to like.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 6:30 pm
Chris smirks at the signal, waiting for a moment to let the other members of his unit, the firepower unit, respond first.
"Red Ten standing by."
"Red Seven standing by."
"Red Nine standing by."
He finally reaches up and taps his own comlink. Red Two standing by.
That simple report made, he stares off into the distance, waiting, watching.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 6:44 pm
He smiled privately to himself, before shifting, his assault rifle in his hands. He would pass it off later, he knew he would. He hadn't used guns heavily since his army days. This would be fun.
A hand lifted to gently tap the mouthpiece again, and he shifted forward where he crouched, blue eyes peering out from under the brush, glancing all across the area. The streets were quiet, and many of the civilians had retreated.
He hoped they would be able to cut the losses on this, but he sincerely doubted it. He grunted quietly, before pressing that button, his voice crackling across the airwaves.
"All units, lock your safeties to off, and assume attack position.', a soft chuckle, at the sound of clicks behind him. "Its time to get a little justice for the fallen."
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 6:58 pm
"This is Gold Three, reporting," Delan said as firmly as was manageable. All those who were attacking with GFs were a bit farther away from Balamb, and the majority of those people were right behind the SeeD-in-Training. Even underneath her gloves, even underneath her wraps; her hands were sweating and shaking crazily. Her feet didn't want to move, and she wanted so much to whip around and throw the leadership onto someone else. In the end she couldn't bring herself to do that, and ended up swallowing the remnants of her self-awareness to make way for her duty at hand.
"Awaiting command to advance," she stated with more determination than she had ever used to speak with. At the moment she had wished that she had her sword at hand for her own defense, but Delan would have no choice but to trust Angela with her life completely. Not glancing at the more petite Guardian Force at her side, she wriggled her fingers to make them less nervous, and she was internally pumping herself up for the charge she was ready to be given.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 6:59 pm
Zell's anxious tension seemed to keep building up each second as the Red Squad reported in first and the sound of safties unlocking was heard and then Delan's report. Gold's part was plain and simple, beat the s**t out of whatever got in the way and make sure they never got up. The would be upclose and personal with the enemy, exactly how Zell liked it ...
Zell reached up and tapped the comlink everyone had been given and quickly spoke. The only weapons Zell had was his Metal Knuckles and what Hyne gave him, his fists and they would have to do.
"Gold Leader here, reporting in .. "
Zell reached down and quickly pulled on his Metal Knuckles... this time there was no running away, this time there was no second chance. If they failed here it was over, for everyone.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 7:12 pm
Seifer smirked, from his high altitude..He was in a Galbadian Helicopter, which he'd just pilfered from some now very-dead bucketheads..He heard his friends and garden-mates report it, and keyed his own comm.. This is Commander Weed Antillees of Garden Squadron, reporting in as requested. His smirk grew larger at his self- promotion. Needless, he wanted to ******** with the Galbies and mess with his friends.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 7:15 pm
Ten vehicular units total. ten men in each unit. There are also thirty up ahead of the vehicles, then there's himself, Ubel, and Aya in the hummer. 130 total and the garden has cover fire ready from a distance if he calls in for it. These are some of his best men..and he's got Nida on the inside. That means if nothing else, he can give them a little parting gift, even if the boy fails. Alger chuckles as the vehicles stop just shy of the town. He won't bother taking but one vehicular unit in. Too many cars crowd the place. He turns and issues his orders..
"Ubel and Aya and Kisa will be on my flanks and back. The rest of you spread out. This is a detain and destroy mission. Detain any non combatants and citizens without injuring them if possible. All SeeDs and Garden operatives are to be exterminated if any are found at all. A large bonus to anyone who manages to kill the girls Rinoa or Morrina if they're there. You have the descriptions. Spread out and use cover to your advantage. I don't have to tell you how vital this entire operation is. Failure is not an option. Go!"
And in they go..the first thirty units ahead, carrying their standard issue galby guns, grenades, and that sort of thing..the unit behind is breaking up into several groups of 25..then splitting off into groups of 12..if they manage to inflitrate deeper. The frontal unit seems to be less experienced. More than likely they're gun fodder..
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 7:19 pm
Chris chuckles silently, peeking over the rim of the building down to the street with a pair of thermal binoculars in hand. Behind him, he can hear his comrades on the roof anxiously waiting for the battle to start, and waves them back with one hand.
He watches as the Bucketheads approach, waiting for them to discover the wrapped box he left beyond the farthest of the anti-personnel mines. A housewarming gift, as it were. All the SeeDs know they'll be abandoning the town, and Chris is just giving them a little present to celebrate their conquest early...
The tag attached to the box would read "To the Galbadians. Hope you enjoy your new home.
- Red Two"
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 7:23 pm
Well, green as this unit is, they're not quite that dumb...much. The group that discovers the box spreads out some, leaving one poor schmuck to futz with it. He taps it with his gun a few times to see if anything happens. If it doesn't, he kicks it once or twice. If nothing still happens then of course like a moron he'd pick it up and pull the tag, and open the thing. Of course, in doing so, if he has time to, the rest of his comrades will smack their hands on their bucketed foreheads. The rest of the initial unit isn't so far away that a big bomb would miss them..but then again, far enough so that a small charge may not get to them where they hide behind various stuff.
Alger watches with bemused interest.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 7:24 pm
Nothing happens until the box is opened. Even then, nothing happens. Were the trooper to peek inside, he'd see a stuffed moogle plushie wearing a SeeD uniform, complete with mini-blaster in one paw and a tiny flatscreen in the other.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 7:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 7:32 pm
Well that just makes him laugh. He holds up the little thng and shows everyone, shaking it around a little.
'Hey, it's just a toy! They're just tryin to mess with our heads, guys..little punks.'
The others laugh and get back into position, the galbadian shrugs and holds on to the little thing. It's cute. Alger remains in his position as the unit moves forward for the initial penetration of the city. Aya remains alert as he always does..silent, stoic, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes dart here and there for any movement, ears attuned to any sounds, anything that gives an indication of enemy position. Ubel stands with his arms at his sides..his tasers at his waist, ready..the other four units are moving in a spread out pattern behind, getting ready to follow the initial unit in.
Alger raises two fingers to his head and sends a brief message through the dark sword to its weilder..he knows Nida will be at the ready..
::It's almost time. Prepare.::
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 7:38 pm
At the word "mess" all sound within thirty feet of the box suddenly ceases to be. Were the trooper to actually pay attention and look at what the flatscreen in the moogle's paw says, he would see the following message:
"U R PWNT LOLOL PREPAR 2 f** ANTZ"
Then a sound like an extremely-old oil drum being smashed by a sledgehammer, only amplified thirty or forty times, rips through the pure silence as the box, trooper, and toy are instantly torn apart, a blue wave of sound energy pulsing out from the sonic mine hidden within the box detonates. The concussive sonic energy, deadly to the armored hulls of fighter craft, is more than adequate for ripping through and tearing apart the organic bodies of the soldiers within the thirty-foot perimeter of the weapon.
As sound returns to normal once again, an odd whistling sound fills the air. Any war-experienced troop would know the sound right away, and should be scurrying for cover. But of course, it may be too late. For the mortars had been fired exactly as the silence had engulfed the Galbadians. Their explosive-packed warheads should be crashing down into their ranks at any moment.
(oh by the way: start shooting, SeeDs 3nodding )
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 7:43 pm
Yeah, the initial unit is boned. Hey, Alger even thought that was kinda funny. But regardless, as the mortars come down, the other units begin heading for cover fast. Some may get caught in the fire, but these are the seasoned troops. 45 of the 100 are the elite that were left over from the original garden raid. Alger looks up from the outskirts as one of the mortars comes down..his eyes flash white, and it explodes in midair. He doesn't bother with any others. Just the one aimed in his general vicinity. He laughs softly..this should be amusing.
"The gauntlet is thrown. Find them and destroy them!"
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