Ten Thousand Years

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Ten Thousand Years Jul 26, 2010 14:35:16 GMT -5

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Post by Prenten on Jul 26, 2010 14:35:16 GMT -5

Chapter One

"Complete systemic corruption."
"Why though?"
"Complete Systemic Corruption"
"Okay then, Where."
"The Virus"
"But, where did it come from and what did it do to the Earth?"
"Unknown. The Virus caused complete systemic corr..."
"Stop. Let's try this. What is the Virus?"
"A volatile organism that landed on Earth, causing..."
"Power down."
The computer powered down, and I sat back in my chair, staring into the blank screen. I picked up a poster of a gray planet, examining it. This gray planet, was Earth. Ten thousand years ago, The Virus landed in New York City. It consumed everything. The people. The animals. The plants. Even the dull gray concrete. Eventually, it turned into a giant tower, standing tall above the ground. Everybody thought it was fine, until it began to spread. It slowly crawled along the ground of New York State. Then into Pennsylvania. And Ohio. Michigan, Indiana, Iowa, Nebraska, Wyoming, Idaho, Oregon, and eventually to Capitol Hill in Washington. After that, it spread like wildfire. The military's of the world came together to fight The Virus. They stood no chance. Eventually NASA developed a shuttle called "Voyager Escape" to escape the doomed planet of Earth. Sixty thousand people piled onto the shuttle, clambered into Stasis Chambers and were sent to Pantera, the world of safety. The only world discovered able to support life. Air, dirt & water. All there. But these people abandoned the millions still living on Earth. Slowly, these millions were consumed by The Virus, becoming part of it's moss-like body.
Eventu... There was the slamming of a door.
"Who's there?" I called, grabbing my weapon.
"Calm down Prenten. I'm taking the 0900 out for a System check. Care to come with?" A voice called. Nick. Thank god, it was only Nick.
"I will come." I said, with a dead-pan voice. "I will take the 0700."
"Suite yourself bud." Nick said, and I heard the slam of my quarters door. I ran out the door, and stopped when I came up beside him. We entered the Hanger & climbed into our HPCV's, or Mech's for short. HPCV stood for Human Propelled Combat Vehicles. They were giant mechanical suits armed with everything from swords to laser cannons. They were meant to combat The Virus, and the Viruses protectors, called The Hoenenn. The Hoenenn were a sect of cultists insisting that the Human race must be consumed by the Virus in order to survive. They resorted to killing those who don't believe in this 'teaching.'
"Prenten, you coming?" I jerked my head up, and looked at Nicks 0900 Jaguar Mech, halfway out the door.
"Yes. I am coming." I said back, into the mic. The top of my Mech slid down & I began to walk out into the night air. After about 600 meters of walking, Nick finally spoke.
"Okay, I lied. Your coming with me." I raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"What? Where are we.." Nick's Mech clamped onto mine and he fired his jets, throwing us into the air.
"Nick, where are we going?"
"Just shut up."

End of Chapter One

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Ten Thousand Years Jul 26, 2010 21:04:22 GMT -5

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Post by Prenten on Jul 26, 2010 21:04:22 GMT -5

Chapter Two

"We're here." Nick said in an irritated voice.
"And where is here?"
"You'll see." Was the only answer I got. Between the point of landing & the massive building we entered, Nick said nothing. When we did enter the building, and left our Mechs, another man was standing there.
"This is him? But, he's just a child!" The man screamed at Nick. The 45 year old only turned to the man.
"Your point? He surpasses all other soldiers from the Child Soldier Forces. He took down 4 of our top soldiers. Our adult soldiers, all at once, by himself. He's the one." Nick said.
"The correct term would be teenager." I said.
"Shut up Prenten." Nick ordered. I did what I was told.
"And you expect him to pilot the 1500?" The man asked in disbelief.
"Yes. Is that a problem, Quintel?" The man cringed at his name.
"No. No, it's fine. Follow me then." Quintel said, turning on his heel & striding into a dark tunnel.
"Let's go." Nick said, following the man in the white lab coat. I cautiously followed.

When we exited the tunnel, I found myself in front of an enormous Mech.
"Well?" A voice called. I tracked it to a rafter above the Mech. "How do you like the JSN1500 Garroter?"
"It's... Big." I replied. An angered look flashed across the scientists face.
"Well, hurry up and get in!" He cried. I nodded and clambered up the side of the Mech, into the pilots seat. A voice came over the radio as the hatch closed.
"Now, use the controls like the Mech you normally use for the CSF's." The voice ordered. I pushed and pulled the controls, stepping on the leg & jet pedals like I normally did.
"Good." The voice said again. "Now, try flight." I jammed the Jet pedal down on the floor & shoved the controls skyward. The 1500 soared into the sky.
"Good. Now, try the Anti-Air rockets." He ordered. There was a click and 6 small missiles flew toward me. I pressed a button & a hatch on the 1500's back opened, loosing 6 rockets. They met with the tips of the missiles, ending their deadly flight.
"Hmm. Now, engage the AC400's." He ordered. I flipped the switch at the large guns extended from the 1500's shoulders. I pressed a trigger in my controls and sent bullets spewing out into a wooden Mech.
"Now, the Laser Cannons." I searched for some type of toggle, or switch to activate them.
"It's the one on your left, Prenten." I turned my head, and hit the switch, forcing the cannons to jut out of the Mechs underarm. I pressed the secondary trigger and loosed the Cannons on the fake Mech.
"Good. Now..."

Hours and hours of tests. Test this. Shoot that. Fly here. Run there. Finally, I was at my ends. The darkness was slowly closing in.
"Quintel... I can't do it anymore." I said into the mic. "Can I go back to the barracks now?"
"No! We have too much to do!" Quintel screamed back.
"Quintel. That's enough. Prenten has been up for too long. He needs sleep. Unhook yourself from the 1500 and hit the sack. I'll take you back." Nick said. I could barely move. I pulled the jack out of the back on my helmet and removed the helmet, setting it down on the seat. The hatch slid open, and I clambered out, back into my 0700. The hatch closed, and I allowed the darkness to envelop me. I had almost fallen asleep when Nick's voice cut through the black.
"Even for something that isn't quite human, sleep can still put you out of commission." My eyes snapped open, but quickly the black came back.
"What? How does..." I thought. But the black was starting to close my thoughts out too. I could feel it. I wasn't winning this battle, Mech, or no Mech.

End of Chapter Two

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Ten Thousand Years Jul 27, 2010 7:51:57 GMT -5

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Post by Prenten on Jul 27, 2010 7:51:57 GMT -5

Chapter Three

I awoke to light shining in my face. I remembered Nick's words and I quickly grasped my necklace.
"How did he know?" I wondered outloud. I climbed out of bed, making the bed and dressing myself in my Corporal Uniform. Yes, I was in the army. I was chosen out of 150 children to be some of the greatest killers on Pantera. Along with Skylar Novak, Kevin Dolin, Sapphire Belton and Riddle Furen. The five of us were known as the Child Soldier Forces, or CSF for short. And as of right now, we were assigned to special missions, requiring quick and decisive strikes, leaving no trace of our presence behind.

I exited my quarters, and met Sapphire in the hall.
"Hey Prenten."
"Hello."
"What, I don't get a good morning?"
"Erm.. Good morning?" Sapphire began to laugh.
"What's so funny?" I asked, surprised by her reaction.
"Oh nothing. Just, you being you." She replied. Just me being me.. what was that supposed to mean? I shrugged and continued forward, to the briefing room. I could feel Sapphire's eyes boring into me, questioning what, or who I was.
I entered the briefing room, and found that Riddle, Skylar and Kevin were already there. With Nick at the head of the room.
"Nice of you to join us, Prenten. Were you and Sapphire doing something?" He asked, a strange tone in his voice.
"No. I believe we were both late." I replied. The smile on Nicks face dissipated.
"Okay then. Sit, and listen." Nick ordered. I followed and sat in the nearest seat, Sapphire sitting on the opposite side of the room.
"We have a new mission. The Hoennen have become too large, and far too aggressive. We need to strike at their heart, in Vanir. You five will fly out there in an FF170 and deploy from the sky. From there, you will move from the outside of the city, in. Killing everyone on sight. No survivors. When your finished the FF170 will bomb the area. Just for insurance. Got it?" Nick finished, scanning the room.
"Yes." I said.
"Good. Get moving. Prenten, I need to talk to you." Nick ordered. The others left the room, and I approached Nick, a terrible feeling growing in my stomach.
"Your taking the Garroter." The feeling in my stomach left, and I nodded.
"Is it in the hanger?" I asked. Nick just nodded, and motioned to the door. I saluted, turned on my heel and ran toward the hanger. I could hear the sounds of awe from my squad-mates in the halls. I reached the hanger and slipped my helmet on.
"Who's supposed to drive that thing?" Riddle asked.
"Me." I replied. A look of shock came over her face.
"You? But why?" She asked. I shrugged
"I was ordered to." I run over to the huge construct and climbed in. Jacking myself into the Neural Port, the lights and engine started.
"Everyone ready?" I asked.
"PF190, ready." Skylar answered.
"LTN0900, Ready." Riddle answered.
"0800 LOCUST, Ready" Sapphire replied.
"500HJK WASP, Ready." Kevin countered.
"Good. Let's go." I said, the radio going quiet as we marched out, and into the Flying Fortress. This was going to be a long day.

End of Chapter Three

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Ten Thousand Years Jul 28, 2010 16:23:50 GMT -5

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Post by Prenten on Jul 28, 2010 16:23:50 GMT -5

"Deployment in 5 minutes." The ship captain called over the intercom.
I replayed the orders in my head. Kill everything on sight. Leave no survivors, no ruins. Nothing. Just a hole in the ground. The government will blame it on the Virus. They had been flying for 6 days straight. From one end of Pantera, to the other.
"Deployment in 60 seconds." The captain called again. I surveyed my squad. They all looked ready for the job. Ruthless killers, going in to commit murder.
"Is that what we are?" I thought aloud, "Hired murderers?" I shrugged. No. We are soldiers, protecting our planet. Our people.
"Deployment in ten seconds. Nine... Eight.." Here we go, I thought. I stood up, moving to the back of the Flying Fortress.
"Four.." Death.
"Three.." Destruction.
"Two.." Was what I am doing right?
"One! Deployment!" The hatch at the back of the ship screamed open, and I ran out into the sky. The air was whistling around me, clouds and Panteran creatures flying past. I looked down. The ground was coming closer and closer. I turned the jets on, and my Mech flew forward, toward the city. I could see the people on the ground, going about their daily lives. Their daily lives that would soon end. I flew to the outskirts of the city, and landed with a tremendous thud.
"So much for making a quiet entrance Prenten." Skylar said over the mic.
"It couldn't be helped." I replied. I began marching forward, knowing that my squad was behind me. People began coming into sight and I activated my Laser Cannons. I began to fire shots into the crowds, my squad following suit. The screams of the people began to resonate through the city.
"Bomb the buildings. Make sure nobody survives." I ordered, throwing a Shock-Grenade into the housing complex beside me. It exploded and shrapnel bounced off my Mech.
"Kevin, Riddle. You two team up and take the east side. Sapphire, Skylar, take the west side. I will go right up the middle." I ordered, taking off down the main road. Shots began to ring out, bullets ricocheting off the armor of the Garroter, into other civilians. I activated the AC400 guns on my Mech and began to fire at the attackers. An explosion went off on my Mech's back and the pressure alarm went off in the pilot's seat.
"Garroter has been hit. My pressure valve is broken. I require back-up!" I said into my radio. I tried to move forward, but I realized it was nearly impossible. The Garroters left leg had seized up. I continued to press on slowly, firing at the assailants.
"I'm not getting anywhere with this..." I sighed, firing up the jets on my Mech. I soared into the sky and began dropping bombs on the city. Eventually, the pressure in that ran out and I was forced to land. I had gone as far as possible anyways. The roads were too narrow, and my Mech couldn't fit. The roof of the cockpit opened, and I climbed out, weapon in hand. Slowly, a pack of people came out, white flags in hand. I stopped. What was that supposed to mean? I shrugged and threw a a Shock-Grenade into the pack. It exploded, killing the people and throwing them in all directions. I continued on, firing at various attackers. Eventually, I reached a massive tower. I needed to bring it down. I began to set bombs around the base. When I had set the last bomb, something jumped on my back and began to beat me. I grabbed one of the arms, and threw the assailant onto the ground, pushing my gun into her face. Her face... It was a girl. About my age.
"What are you doing?" I heard a voice cry, before a bullet whizzed by my head. I turned around and fired my gun, ending the attackers life. The girl screamed, and began kicking at me. I turned back, putting my gun under her throat.
"What are you doing?" I asked. She just kept screaming. I jammed my gun down.
"What are you doing?" I asked again. She stopped crying.
"You killed my father!" She screamed at me.
"I am sorry for that. But I had no choice." I replied. I couldn't kill this girl.
"Leave this place. We are going to bomb it. If you don't, you will die." I told her, removing my gun. I turned and hurried toward my Mech. I could hear the girl following me. She couldn't keep up. I got into the pilot's seat and began to take off, using the last of the pressure in my jets.
"This is Prenten. I need some help returning to the Airship."
"I got you." Kevin replied, grabbing onto the arm of my Mech, and lifting me into the sky.
"JSN1500 Garroter to Airship Chicago. The Garroter has sustained severe damage. Pressure valve has been cut. Armor has been totaled. I will require extensive repair."
"Airship Chicago to JSN1500 Garroter. Acknowledged. Mechanics will be stationed in the Hanger." The control officer replied. "Will there be an requirement of a Medic?"
"No, I don't think s.." Suddenly there was a large explosion in the front of my windshield. I covered my face as glass shard flew into my body.
"They're firing missiles at us!" I heard Sapphire call out over the radio. I pressed the trigger on my controls and loosed the Anti-Air Rockets. I heard six explosions as the rockets did their job.
"I've used my AAR's. Kevin, do you have any left?"
"No, I just used mine!" He replied. I wiped the blood from my face and turned around in my seat, examining the situation. There were three enemy Mechs attacking our crippled squad.
"Retreat to the Airship!" I ordered into the radio. I could feel Kevin's Mech pulling me toward the Chicago. We quickly landed and the hatch to the Hanger closed. I climbed out and collapsed onto the floor. Medics swarmed me.
"I'm fine. Help the others first." I said, getting back to my feet. I began to head for the on-board hospital when I heard an angry scream. I was suddenly thrown to the ground.
"You bastard!" It was the girl! She rolled me onto my back and began to beat my face. I laid there, letting her attack me. Eventually Skylar tackled the girl, throwing her to the ground. He pulled out his hand-gun, putting it to her chest. I stood up, spitting out blood.
"Get off her Skylar." I ordered. Skylar turned to me in surprise.
"What?!? She tried to kill you!" He cried.
"Get off." I said again. He stood up, allowing the girl to stand.
"I deserved that." I said.
"You deserve more than that! You deserve to die!" She replied in a angry whisper. I motioned to the soldiers around me.
"Put your weapons down. It's fine." I turned back to the girl "How did you get here?"
"I climbed onto your Mech." She replied defiantly.
"We will take you back to Uniciel once we reach it." I said, turning to head toward the hospital.
"I'm staying here." I turned around.
"What?"
"I said, I'm staying here."
"No your not."
"Why not? I have nowhere to go. I have no family. If you leave me in Uniciel, I'll only be more trouble!" She yelled.
"Fine. But, you stay with us, you work for us. Got it?" A commanding voice said. It was the Captain.
"Sounds fine with me." She said. The Captain turned to me.
"She's in your care, Corporal."
"Yes, sir." I replied stoutly. I began walking toward the hospital, for the third time. This time I wasn't interrupted. Luckily, too. The world was beginning to spin, and blood was running from my wounds freely. We walked down the hall together, eventually I spoke up.
"Well. We are going to spend a lot of time together. We may as well get to know each other. Whats your name?"
"Luna. Luna Thurston. Yours?"
"Prenten."
"No last name?"
"No. Just, Prenten."
"Okay then, Prenten. I will go see if I can find myself somewhere to sleep." She said, in a cheery way. I figured she'd end up in my room. It didn't matter for now. I was going to be out of commission for a while. I entered the hospital room, and laid out on the bed. And promptly blacked out. All I could hear was my name. The screams. And Luna's face.

End of Chapter Four

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Ten Thousand Years Jul 29, 2010 9:11:26 GMT -5

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Post by Prenten on Jul 29, 2010 9:11:26 GMT -5

Chapter Five

Light. The darkness was being cut by the intense light on my face.
"I don't like that girl..." Sounds were fading in and out.
"...either. But we don't have muc...." Somebody was talking. I couldn't tell who though.
"...he should have let me..." That was Skylar. They were talking about a girl. What girl? Suddenly there was a pounding feeling in my skull.
"Urgh..." I muttered.
"Hey! He's coming to!" That was Sapphire.
"Hey you crazy kid! Get up!" Skylar... What about Kevin and Riddle?
I sat up slowly, waiting for the pain to subside. It didn't. I opened my eyes and quickly snapped them shut. The light was unbearable. I felt for the lamp over my face and pushed it away, opening my eyes for a second try. This time it was much better.
"Hello." I attempted to say. It came out as a raspy whisper. I cleared my throat in an attempt to make my voice heard.
"Hi." I said awkwardly. "What are you guys doing here?"
"What? We can't be worried about you?" Sapphire asked. I was taken aback. They were worried? About me?
"Erm... I guess you can be... Where's Kevin and Riddle?"
"Sleeping. They were hurt in the battle." Skylar replied. There was a biting feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"I think I need something to eat..." I muttered.
"I would think so! You've been out for 3 days straight." Sapphire laughed.
"Well, then let's get going. But first, can I get dressed?"

I had dressed myself fairly casually. Black T-shirt, blue vest, a pair of brown cargo shorts and running shoes. We entered the nearly empty cafeteria, grabbed some dinner and sat at an empty table. There we only a few of the older soldiers left.
"So. The Hoenenn were ready for us. They smashed up the Garroter and 0900 pretty bad. Riddle had a concussion. And well, you've been out of it for a long time." Skylar explained.
"I see. Did the Chicago and crew finish the job though?" I asked.
"Yes. They dropped the bomb." Sapphire replied.
"Prenten!" Somebody called. I turned slowly and saw Luna running toward me.
"Hmph... She sure changes moods pretty quickly." Skylar muttered.
"Hey! Your alive!" Luna cried.
"Yes. I'm alive. "
"Barely, you bloody idiot. Running head first into that city with no body armor." Sapphire growled. I turned to her, eyes cast down.
"Sorry. I was only trying to do my job."
"Well, that job was a terrible one. " Luna sighed. I returned my gaze to her.
"Well, I will see you at your... our room. They set a bunk up for me." She said before exiting the room.
"Hmph. Sucks for you." Skylar muttered.
"Well, it's either there or in the Supply Closet." I retorted.
"The latter sounds fine to me..." Sapphire growled. I didn't understand why they had such a hatred for Luna. I did a mental shrug and continued eating. But the girls attitude made me do something I had never done. Laugh. I tried to conceal it, but the smile and the noise were somewhat evident. I could feel Skylar & Sapphire staring at me in wonder. I finished my dinner and headed for my quarters. Sleep was going to be a welcome thing. Especially in my own bed....

End of Chapter Five

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Ten Thousand Years Jul 29, 2010 12:36:20 GMT -5

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Post by Prenten on Jul 29, 2010 12:36:20 GMT -5

Just to make a few things clears--

--The personalities & actions of the characters to NOT reflect the actions, personalities or thoughts of those named.
--If you don't want to be named in the story, say so. I will change the names of the character ASAP
--Now, on with the Story.

Chapter Six

"Hey. Sit. We need to talk." Luna ordered as I entered the room.
"Okay. Go ahead." I replied, laying out on my bed.
"Why did you attack Vanir?"
"I had to."
"What do you mean, you had to?" She asked angrily.
"I had to. I was ordered to by High Commander Nicholas Pilon." I replied quietly.
"And you didn't question that order?" She cried in disbelief.
"That is not my job to question. I follow orders." I answered.
"Your job? Prenten, are you paid for being in the military?" Luna asked.
"No."
"Are you receiving benefits for being in the military? Medical, insurance? Anything?"
"No."
"Then this isn't a job Prenten. This is slavery. This isn't right. Your killing thousands of innocents. For what? Glory? Honor? For what Prenten? For what!" Luna's voice had risen to a scream.
"I don't know..." Was all I could say.
"What? You don... What do you mean you don't know?" She roared. I couldn't answer any of her questions, and it was driving me crazy. I had to get out of here. I stood up and threw open the door, not even letting them slide open automatically.
"Where are you..." The last words were muffled as the door slammed shut.

"Did he just... He did! He just walked out on me..." Luna cried.
"Ugh! Men!"

I needed to talk to the Captain. He was the oldest soldier I knew. Maybe he would know something. I wandered through the ship for a few minutes before finding the entrance to the bridge. Nobody was there. I checked the time. It was midnight. The sky was amazing at this time of night. The stars were bright. Creatures of all shapes and sizes were ruling the skies tonight. Including us.
"Can't sleep, son?" Somebody asked. I turned around and saw the Captain standing at the helm.
"No. Actually, I came to talk to you." I replied.
"Go ahead, son. I'm all ears."
"Well... Was what I just did... What we just did... right?" I asked. The Captain just sighed.
"I don't know. Humans killing each other is never right."
"Well, it doesn't feel good. I mean... I've done it before. So why now? Why does it bother me now?" I asked in despair.
"Who knows kid. We just decimated a city of thousands. It shouldn't feel good. Now, go on. You need some sleep." He ordered. I nodded in thanks and began to head to my cabin.
"Hold on a second, Corporal." The Captain called.
"Yes, Captain?" I asked, turning my head.
"Hows that girl?"
"Fine... I think..." I muttered. The Captain smiled and waved me off, turning back to the helm. I left the bridge somewhat disappointed, my questions still not answered. I entered my cabin, and laid out on my bed. Luna was asleep above me, thank goodness. I needed sleep. I couldn't talk. Especially about something like... this... I rolled over onto my side and tried sleeping. Until, Luna's hand slapped me in the face.
"Agh! What the..." I cried. The hand then went limp. She was still asleep.
"Good." I muttered. I rolled over, tucking myself into the other edge of my bed to avoid another hand attack and let sleep come...

End of Chapter Six

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Ten Thousand Years Jul 30, 2010 22:21:24 GMT -5

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Chapter Seven

"Prenten! Wake up! Up up up!" Somebody screamed while shaking me. My eyes snapped open, and I sat upright, smashing my head on the top of the bed.
"Agh.. What is it, Luna?"
"Sorry. But Alison came in to tell you to you needed to take those bandages off."
"Oh, alright." I sighed, rolling out bed and standing up. I let out a groan as my arm began to ache horribly. I sauntered into the bathroom, and began to unwrap myself. I finished and threw the bloodied bandage into the trash. I turned back to the mirror and examined myself. My messy brown hair was all matted with sweat and blood. My red eyes staring back at me. My face, scarred and cut. I looked like I had... well.. Stepped out of a war. Maybe a shower would fix things...

It didn't. Not much anyways. The cuts disappeared, only being dried blood, but the scars were still there. The terrible scars. All they did was make me look like a monster, along with my blood red eyes. I sighed and dressed myself, heading out of my room toward the bridge. When I reached there, I walked over to the Communications Officer.
"Is Commander Nick still on board?" I asked quietly.
"No, I'm sorry." She replied without turning to me.
"Alright. May I speak to him? I have to get my orders." I queried.
"No, I.. Erm. Yes. Yes you can." She answered absentmindedly. She went through a series of conversations with various people before finally reaching Nick.
"Hello? Oh! Prenten! How are you?" Nick exclaimed when his face popped up on the screen.
"Good. Sir, we need our orders." I replied.
"Your stationed on the Chicago until further notice." He answered.
"Here? Alright then. I will go and inform the others. Good bye." I said, saluting and closing the connection. I turned to the Communications Officer.
"Thank you." I said. She didn't reply, so I exited the Bridge and began the quite irritating search for my squad...

Irritating, and long. It was slow... Skylar and Kevin. Then it took me an hour before I found Riddle asleep inside her Mech. And Sapphire. She, like any normal teenage girl, was in the military shop... Well, shopping. Eventually I reached my cabin again, laying down for a nap. I needed it. Badly. Luna was off doing odd jobs, here and there so, there was no need to disturb her. I was just about to fall asleep when there was a tremendous explosion and alarms began to sound.
"Battle Stations. CSF's report for duty in the bridge. This is not a drill." A voice cried over the intercom. I jumped out of my bed, and sprinted out to the Bridge. What could have...

End of Chapter Seven

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Ten Thousand Years Jul 31, 2010 16:19:53 GMT -5

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Chapter Eight

There was a gaping hole in the floor. Four perfect, rectangular holes with metal bridge-like things in between each hole. I carefully crossed the hole, and sprinted toward the bridge. The doors flew open, and I was attacked by a wall of smoke.
"Agh!" I cried, gagging and not being able to breath. I dropped to all fours and crawled toward the front. As a reached the helm, the smoke lessened.
"Captain!" I yelled. "What happened?"
"Thunder. Get into the Garroter. We need you out there. Our HPCV's on board are done. We've lost four squads." He ordered. Four squads... That's 20 men. Twenty soldiers in less than 40 seconds of battle? I saluted and ran through the smoke, leaping the now massive hole, and rushed to the hanger. Hopping into the still crippled machine, I ran it over to the hatch and the end of the hanger and ordered it opened. It swung open, and I fell into the skies.
"This is the JSN1500 Garroter to the Chicago. I need a summary of what is and isn't working on this Mech." I called into the radio.
"This is the Chicago's head engineer. Your armor still isn't fully repaired. It can't take much damage." He said, as I swung the Mech around to avoid an incoming missile. I drew the swords and cut the attackers HPCV in two. Well, those were working.
"Weapons?" I asked in a strained voice, as I narrowly avoided a swath of bullets.
"Your Laser Cannons and AC400's are functional. Anti-Air Rockets are still down." He replied. There was a tremendous explosion from the radio and I heard screams.
"What was that." I asked, downing another two assailants.
"They damaged our windshield." The engineer replied.
"What about my propulsion? I assume the pressure valve has been fixed and properly protected?" I questioned.
"Yes. All movement systems are functional. The captain wants to speak with you."
"Alright. Thank you, Engineer." I muttered, ending the life of another attacker.
"This is the Captain of the Chicago. Prenten, we need you to get to the front of the ship, immediately." He ordered. I nodded, turning the communicator off and swinging my Mech toward the front of the craft. There, I could see the massive blue and yellow Mech that had done so much damage to the Chicago.
"Jesus christ. Captain, how am I..." I began to cry out. My communicator was fizzling and a shrill laugh came through.
"So, your the Garroter's pilot hmm? Well then, this should be interesting! Bahaha!" She screeched. The communicator went dead and the contraption flew at me. I jammed the controls sideways and zagged out of the way. Flipping a switch, my AC400's clicked into place. They began to empty themselves out onto the Mech. Bullets clicked and clanged against the Mech's heavy armor. A few managed to clip some of the valves and nozzles on the Mech, but it was nearly untouched.
"Crap." I yelped at the construct hurdled at me. I flew upwards and to the front of the Chicago. My Laser Cannons opened fire on the blue machine. It began to roll and dive, avoiding the fire.
"Damnit, she's good!" I growled. I flipped on my communicator.
"Captain! Fire all weapons! Everything you got!" I ordered as the pilot, I assumed named 'Thunder' rocketed toward me.
"What? Prenten, what.."
"DO IT!" I screamed. The communicator went silent and I could see the weaponry rotating into position.
"Three..." The guns began to power up.
"Two..." Pressure in the barrels were building and steam shot out some of the holes. I flipped on the communicator, setting it to Thunders signal.
"Buh-bye." I whispered.
"Wha..." A tremendous explosion sounded and I was thrown backwards into my cockpit, and violently thrown about. Alarms and bells signaled as my Mech was riddled with bullets, laser fire and shrapnel from Thunder's exploding Mech. Something punctured my Mech and I could hear the air hissing out of the Cockpit, into the low pressure atmosphere.
"Get out of the way..." I yelled at myself. I maneuvered the Garroter over top of the Chicago. And then, dropped. My pressure valve had broken. BANG! I heard the crumpling of metal. What have I done...

End of Chapter Eight

Last Edit: Sept 19, 2010 16:35:14 GMT -5 by Prenten

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