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 Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 2:31 pm
Dr. Gen nodded. "Well, if you have a serum like that you might want to take into account that it is in danger of being stolen. Keep none of your data in computers, only in books or records. Mine is sent through scanners, but with self-destruction sequences that will terminate themselves after they have been opened. No one must find out. As for the GLA, the Chechnyan rebels are already starting a ruckus for us. My... soldiers, you could say, are taking care of it. We have at least a little more than half of the nuclear weapons that the US has; if any of them are stolen, we will be in constant danger. I am moving to a remote pacific laboratory soon. There I will contact you again." He replied quickly, sending a brief salute before the monitor switched off.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 7:48 pm
"See you Dr.Gen." She said, turning off her own monitor. She went out to her soldiers and began to speak in Spanish since her base was in Argentina and not Brazil.
"Have any of you put the files into the computers?" She asked.
"No Miss. We haven't!" They said, sounding a bit nervous. "Nothing but the things you asked us to."
"Well get rid of it all! I want no one to get nay sort of information from us." Then her eyes narrowed and switched back to English. "And if any of you try to leak information, I will hunt you down and make you my personal test subjects for my new chemicals. And believe me, it is not pleasant in any manner. Clear?!" She barked and they ran to erase all the stuff off the computers, fearing their lives if they didn't.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 7:56 pm
Dr. Gen laughed, checking his central computer to see what the GLA were up to. Apparently, they had employed suicide bombers at almost every major US base. "Perhaps I could create a giant flying insect to pick up vehicles and throw them at enemy buildings..." He muttered to himself, imagining a scenario where the creatures picked up bomb trucks heading towards a barracks and threw them into an enemy command center. He chuckled again before sitting down at his desk.
An hour and a cramped wrist later, he had planned out how he would go about creating them. Instead of trying to improve upon the already-unstable arthropod's bodies, he would give them endoskeletons as well in order to support internal organs. By doing this, hw could have his way with any enemy unit. "The possiblities are endless." Gen whispered to himself, now realizing that this formula applied to every arthropod.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 2:49 am
Not long after, the General and his men were assembled in the Hangar. He began the briefing. "It's about time we did something about the Global Liberation Army. We have some intel on a Dr. Thrax, not very much, but enough. We know he is affiliated in some way with the GLA, and that he has SCUD missiles. We believe his SCUD luanchers are being used by the GLA, and so our first action against this uprising will be to find as many as we can to judge exactly how strong their forces are. We'll be taking the prototype High-Altitude Recon Patrol planes. They are still in need of field testing, and we'll be the ones to do it. I will pilot the lead craft, with Colonel Bloomfield as my Co-Pilot. The rest of you will pair up and take a plane. If these craft work as they should, the enemy won't be able to detect them due to the high altitude. We will deploy from an Airborne Aircraft Carrier once we are close to the Middle East. You will all be briefed on how to pilot this particular plane before takeoff, so it's unique characteristics won't be a problem. We depart in 22:00 hours. Dismissed." He then left the room without a word and returned to his quarters of the base.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 10:14 am
Dr. Gen risked a glance at the clock. It was late, later than he would have liked, but it was still time to work.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 9:36 pm
It was late at night once more and Neko looked with a menacing smile down at the prisoner.
"So Prisoner A-1228, do you hate jail?"
"Yes Miss. I do."
"Well, I'll get you out. Just go into that room for me." He obliged, sitting in the chair. Suddenly, he was held by metal clamps. He yelled in Spanish but Neko just stood on the other side of the wall.
"Spray it." She commanded and the room filled with an oderless and colorless gas but she could tell because of the hissing. The man began to scream as his skin melted off and he began to bleed horribly, screaming until he bled to death.
"Ooohh. Nasty. Perfect torture though. Now I juts have to make it in large quantities which wil take all of an hour." She turned to her second in command and smiled.
"Prepare the troops. We leave at dawn for the base of the GLA."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 1:41 am
General Biesecker was suprised to see his wife on the Airborne Aircraft Carrier. "It's times like these I wonder why you are a General. You are not allowed to go on missions, that is our job. I will pilot the lead HARP, you will stay here and watch." Once she made her point, she brought him into a hug. "It is good to see you again, Jesse."
Bloomfield shrugged at the couple and left for the Hangar Bay. The HARPs were lined up, five of them, all prototypes. He boarded the one he would pilot, and looked to the viewscreen for the instructional video. "Watching this is better than watching them, at least..." He mumbled as the video started. Soon all of the pilots were in their stations, ready to test the new craft. The General was seated in the command center of the carrier, keeping an eye on the status screen. He kept particular attention to Asuka's HARP, codenamed Alpha Black One for this mission. "All craft, prepare for takeoff. Stay high and you'll be fine. Drop too low, and the AA guns will take you down in seconds. General Biesecker out."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 2:27 pm
((GLA have stinger sights, but that'll do. rofl ))
Sometimes people forsake life too often.
Dr. Gen kneeled down, depressed and miserable. His lab. His work, all of the research he had done, was going to be terminated by the USA. He was a scientist, they had told him, not an army general. 'Well then, I'm afraid that the lapdogs will be a little disappointed to see that this lab will be already gone in the morining.' A voice from the back of his head told him. Dr. Gen jumped up, surprised to actually hear a mirror of his own voice ring around him. "Who are you?" Gen begged the voice, not prepared for such an encounter. 'I am what you have created... you know, picking at your teeth knowing that the gloves you wear are porous is a dirty and dangerous habit. Good thing what you ingested wasn't some insect formula. Now... as for what I was saying, we have much work to do. I want you to get this lab to a different location ASAP.' The voice dictated. Gen wondered whether or not, if anyone else was in the room, the voice was coming from him or just from his head. Was he saying this? Was he going crazy? 'No, you are not going crazy. Quit doddling and get moving, Stephen.' His conscious muttered, a little more testy in tone. Dr. Gen shrugged and turned to the desk. He had installed his base as mobile... Stephen headed towards the cockpit in the corner. It was literally a mobile home. As he strapped in, the voice chuckled. 'Do you know that the supersoldier formula is all based on genetic code already placed inside your specimens? Well, of course you did... but did you know that your genetic code is optimal for this little supersoldier formula you have built?' The voice asked casually, almost as if it was his friend. Dr. Gen replied with a shrug, only to be reprimanded by the voice. 'No! You yourself are able to become the truely superior soldier!' It begged. Stephen sighed. "I know that. I have always known that." He replied angrily as he pulled the primary lever and started up the machine. The trip out of Moscow was uneventful and silent.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 5:35 pm
((Yes, I know, I was thinking of China for a minute. Playing the challenge mode, had to go against the Nuke General after I beat Dr. Thrax. I don't own the game, a friend of mine does. I would like to buy it, but I'm pretty much broke. Too busy for my next part, I'l post it later.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 5:54 pm
((Alright. I'm getting damn good with the Airforce General, but I'm more of an Infantry General myself.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 7:54 pm
((The Airforce Genral is the one I'm using. Never have to make any units, I just use airstrikes and stuff like that. Never fails.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 8:02 pm
((Sometimes it does. You just have to make sure that the enemies don't have any superweapons. Try building seven airfields, most of them with King Raptors, and then send waves of fighters after them.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 10:32 pm
((I build airfields, and use an ability to spy on all enemy units. I take out heavy weapon factories first, but build fire bases to defend myself. Superweapons take minutes to recharge, so it's not that hard.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 2:52 pm
Eh, the funnest strategy is routine bombing runs but the fastest is building around forty Comanches and sending them in to destroy their entire base. I think it's time to get back to the RP, though, so I'll start posting again.))
As Dr. Gen and his psycological baggage trekked inside of the mechanical monstrocity, Stephen Gen wondered to himself how this had happened, only to suffer the wrath of his own voice mocking him. Unfortuneatly for this uninvited guest, Dr. Gen was slipping a pill from his jacket pocket... something that would hopefully rid him of the parasitic brainworm.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 8:04 pm
Quietly sitting at her computer, General Dawn Delgado sat replying to her E-mails. Hearing the phone, she picked it up. "Hello?...... Uh-huh..... I'll be there" Putting the phone down, Dawn smiled. Zipping up her skintight suit, Dawn proceeded to report to H.Q. "So, what's the sitch?" she asked in her usual devil-may-care attitude. "We need to to infiltrate a lab." Scoffing, Dawn smirked. "That's all? Sounds too simple." Grabbing her gun, Dawn set to what she did best. ((Sorry about the short post, I'm at a lack of creativity at the moment and I'm getting tired as well, so please forgive me.))
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