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 Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 12:45 pm
The same group that cleared up the rebels were all stationed at a checkpoint now. Less exciting work, but at least you got to harass people once and a while. Though they all wished the commander would hurry up with the questioning.
"Halt!" They all came to attention when they heard this. The coat on point was stopping a man.
And a strange one at that.
He was wearing the same type of clothing that the field doctors in the poisoned lands wore. Black leather hooded coat, gloves, boots, and that beak like full facial gas mask. The perfect outfit to protect you from the poisoned industrial air, or to conceal your identity. Though, the crimson markings on the coat and mask were uncharacteristic of the empire.
"There is no need for you to be here Plague Doctor. This area is restricted." The coat yelled. But the doctor kept moving forward, reaching to something at his side. The coat, waved his arm in the air signalling the other three to come out from the checkpoint station. That would show this b*****d who he's messing with. They would beat the crap out of him and leave him alone to play doctor.
Then the fifth had lost his nerve, he saw what the doctor was reaching for. It was a sword, a finely crafted one at that. The ornate handle was impressive, but the blade was of a strange design. The blade was split down the middle, with a half inch gap between the two sides, it was almost like two blades facing away from each other. But it was the metal, the pure white runic metal, that gave it away. A rekceeya weapon. Something to be feared.
The coats would soon learn that.
The blade was fully drawn, and almost instantly it reacted with the doctors innate elemental alignment. Snow white turned to jet black as energy rushed into the blade. Energy that would trail behind the sword slightly as he made slashes. First stroke and a hand holding a gun fell to the ground. Then more, and more and more. A screaming torso fell to the ground as his legs were cut away by a black swoop. Trails of red splattered against the cobblestone as gas masks made metallic clatters when they hit. A body holding futilely holding in his entrails fell to the ground, and a woman's head soon followed. Four were dead before the fifth could peak out of his hiding place.
All he saw was the doctor walking away. Sword fading from black back to white as he sheathed it.
This must be reported.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 9:03 am
"One man?"
"Yes sir."
"What a bloody mess," The red level officer cradled his forehead in his palm, "How could one man ever do such a thing!"
"He had a weapon commander."
"What?" He grabbed the lower ranked coat by the collar, "A gatling gun? A tank! An aeroplane? What sort of weapon is capable of this!"
"A rekceeya weapon sir. One like the elites train with. He was stumbling over his words, "Only he performed such feats... Ones I've never seen an elite ..."
"Be quiet." Chestayavoda threw the officer to the ground. This was not a good occurrence, not a good thing at all. A man with a dangerous weapon, the skill to use it, and a perfect disguise. Such a man would make a killing during these times. Wealthy youth looking for a new master, or the bureaucracy soon to be purged looking for revenge.
"I was in such a good mood too. The disgruntled commander muttered as he kicked a bloody torso out of his path.
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