/wfg/ Writefag General- pets edition

I don’t care

works for me

so apparently there's a volcanic eruption going on in Hawaii and Van Halen predicted this
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It's free real estate.meme

>It's state
>It's free
>It's realestate
>Re eee ee e ee e

bump

Scared bump.

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fear not, the next chapter will be soon.

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Expanding on the intro so the character's personalities are shown.

wait. is your's cop/john wick drama or something with supersoldiers?

post a link please, have'nt read it yet

Yes.

Lemme snag it from the last thread.

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Currently working on expanding Parks's character in part one, then am going to work my way to get Part two and three completely rewritten.

super soldier conspiracy?

Yeah, military experiment something like this, but multiplied by the amount of illegals that cross the border into Arizona.

Essentially, "We can cure everything and give you citizenship. Just work for us." I wanted them to be a semi-powerful pharmaceutical company, not Umbrella tier, but enough to where their soldiers would be seen by the government.

and they're still loyal to the cartels?

I actually wasn't sure how to approach that, whether some of them still held cartel loyalties while others were actually seeking the "American dream".

it could be the pharmaceutical backfiring equivalent to operation fast and furious

Should add, I was contemplating writing in some kind of cartel alliance between the company and the company. As I said, I'm just trying to get the characters and the background introduced before I push into this hard.

I was thinking of that, yeah. I just wasn't sure how to approach that given it's about in the middle of the story.

if you need help with cartel stuff i could help

ayyy fuck, the world is truly small, how's apatzingan holding?

>zirahuen

im so sorry for what we did there, im truly am

What do you mean? Like, their structure or how they operate?

a super soldier need not have inhuman strength and superhuman eyesight. What they really need is greatly increased stamina, greater ability to cool themselves and retain water, the ability to go longer without sleeping, and maybe seeing better in the dark

all things that would be really useful in the Greater Middle East

also all things that could be demonstrated and tested hiking back and forth across in the desert in mexico and arizona

sorry forgot trip, yeah and how the people there think

Going more for the strength and stamina, I'm writing in that took a shotgun blast to the torso and still kept charging at someone. Given this takes place in Arizona, I'm going to try and incorporate that in some way.

that'd be more of pain blocking thing. think PCP (Ketamine is essentially a modified PCP)

I'd make it a point that no amount of stamina in a gunfight will outdo experience, skill, and training in the Fundamentals. They might be able to shrug off a hit to gut, but a shot to the Liver, CNS and heart/aorta will down them all the same, and they still have to hit their targets too

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You must refine your writing style. Don't just pick words out of a thesaurus just because they sound more sophisticated. Correct your grammar.

bro that green text is at least a year old. probably more.

its just a meme bro

Lol

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I'm more interested in the backstory of the picture than anything your syphilus ridden ass could write

Chapter 9 is up.

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for those wanting to start at the beginning: fanfiction.net/s/12830548/1/A-Mandate-from-Heaven.

I've been writing this story to the sound of the ODST soundtrack. That or Hendrix. I think it's pretty fitting...

>previously: following the revelation of Air Sovereign involvement in the current war, the Chancellor pleads for a cease fire in her country; if falls on deaf ears. between this, the mefloquine induced nightmares, and Peng beating his ass over a comment he made -- Hiro (who's real name is revealed to be Hou Yi) is starting to lose faith.

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The six of us silently loaded into the autogyro. Hei Bai told us that for now nothing would change. We'd protect the farms, as usual. But the rats grow bolder every day. In the past the attacks had always been aimed at the farms and homesteads and Native villages. Now the people of the cities were being rocked to sleep by the sounds of carbombs. The sounds of Party protests replaced the cicadas in the day. In the villages, too, the raids had turned into a fullborn offensive. Whatever the Air Nomads were doing to compel their minions, they were attacking in force. They came in greater numbers and no longer would they run at the first sight or sound of the aeroplane or hummingbird.

Dear reader, I'm sorry if I've bored you with tales of childhood memories, fortune cookie motivational speeches, or oh-so-touching anecdotes. Fear not, for all of that was about to fly out the window. As soon as the bullets started flying -- Thein Kyu’s past, Koko’s loyalty, Peng, whether it was right for the Water Tribe to be, whether it was right for me to be here -- those thoughts all disappear and become meaningless.

"Jian One delta, this is Dao seven actual. We want you to keep orbiting the battlefield until further notice. Break. Jian fife delta: Dao seven actual. Set down and maintain stop line at grid Alpha – six. Over."

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"Dao Seven: Jian Fife. Wilco."

"Dao Seven, this is Jian One," Hei Bai shouted over the drone of the engine and the wind rushing past us. He stuck out his head and leaned outside the autogyro to get a better view, holding himself in with a single hand. Several bullets slammed next to his head, but he didn't flinch. "I don't know if you can see this from the OP, but we're about to orbit past grid Alpha – Six. The drop zone is hot. I say again, the drop zone is hot. I am requesting permission to drop in with Jian fife. We are fifteen seconds out and it will take another two minutes to circle back around to the LZ if we do not drop now. Over."

Several more bullets slammed into the fuselage of the autogyro, one of them going straight through the pilot's windscreen.

"Roger, Jian One. You are clear to drop."

Hei Bai stepped into the cockpit and pointed to the pilot where he wanted to drop

"Get tactical!" Buno screamed. "Boots hit the dirt in five seconds!"

The autogyro swooped in low and lifted its nose to halt the descent, like a bucking stallion rearing up on its two hind legs. Two meters from the ground, the six of us jumped. Before I could even touch the dirt I could feel bullets whizzing past my face. I hit the ground hard and rolled. Rolled my ankle, too. Suck it up, soldier. I looked over my shoulder and I could see that our ride wasted no time in leaving as soon as we were on the ground.

"Good morning, Dagger Fife!" Hei Bai said between bursts of burpgun fire. "You guys need a hand?"

"How do you know what kind of morning it is?" Said Dagger Fife's squad sergeant.

I looked to my right and blasted two insurgents that popped out of the tall grass.

"They're trying to make it out through this gully. Don't let 'em!"

We all got as low to the ground as we could and fired upon at anything that moved through the gully. Everything in the gully fired back. Bullets whizzed by us. A bullet goes through the arm of one of Dagger Fife's soldiers, but he just keeps firing. They came in waves, one after the other, and began lining up at fallen tree about eighty meters away. Then the real fun began. I went to reload, and a bullet ripped the magazine from my hand. A bullet grazes Peng's cheek and he only seems to get more pissed.

"Dao fife to all air support, we are taking heavy fire and are about to be overrun. "

"Read you fife by fife, Dao fife. Inbound, ten seconds"

One of the two hummingbird gunships -- Hammer-Six -- swoops by the gully, and turns its left broadside to face the attackers on the tree. For a single second the shooting stops. A second later it starts again. Four machineguns firing simultaneously upon the insurgents from less than twenty meters away. The quad-machine gun makes a sound like the sky ripping in half. The sky holds this time; this time it's the insurgents being ripped in half. And from twenty meters, twenty men are turned hamburger meat in less than twenty seconds.

" Thanks, hammer six. Good guns." Dagger Fife's LT says over the radio.

"These guys are pushing hard on us today," Chang says.

"That's because their handlers are pushing hard on them." Hei Bai says.

"You sure they're here?" asks Peng.

"Absolutely." Thein Kyu answers.

There's a whizzing noise, and a trail of smoke snakes into the air. A rocket barely misses the second gunship.

"That's them. I'm sure of it."

Buno says "Sir, I recommend we take neutralize that threat to the gunship."

"Good call Buno, that's what we'll do." Hei Bai turned to the young LT, "Can you hold the line from here?"

"Absolutely Captain."

"OK boys, let's haul it. Wedge formation and keep it tight.”

“Animals are everywhere today," Thein Kyu says.

So we get in formation and run. We ignore the bullets snapping past our ears and run. I ignore the searing pain in my ankle and run. Someone aims a rifle at me but without breaking pace I hose him down with fire, and run. We're so close to our mark. We're so close to our kill…

Sunraker-Two, the high orbiting machine cannon gunship, switches its aim to the source of the AA fire. We're close enough to feel blasts go off, not just hear them.

"this is Sunraker Two" the radio cackles "I'm raining pain all over these guys but I can't seem to get a clean hit."

"Jian one to Sunraker two, hold your fire. They are bending your shells off target. We are coming in for kill on foot. Say again, hold you fire. How copy?"

"Solid copy, Jian one. switching targets."

We were less than one

hundred meters away. Spitting distance.

Hei Bai says to Koko "I'm gonna need you to start blowing these rockets off target, can you do that?""Yes sir!"

Puh-FWOOOOOOOOOSH! Another rocket takes to the skies.

"Koko!"

"on it."

The rocket accelerates straight for Hammer Six, the second helicopter gunship. Hammer Six pulls hard to the right to maneuver, but not hard enough. Koko summons a tiny monsoon, and the rocket curves out of the way at the last moment. Too close.

Except there's one little problem. In maneuvering out of the way of the rocket, Hammer-Six has now maneuvered straight into the path of Sunraker-Two's fire.

It's the usual three round burst. The first shot goes straight into the canopy. Pilot doesn't feel a thing. It's an instant and painless death. He's turned into chili. Second round goes in between the propellers, missing the gunship. Third round strikes the tail rotor.

The tail snaps off and is hanging by a thread. There's dense black smoke spewing from the bird and she's spinning all over the place. You probably don't think a machine can scream in pain. It can. There's a blood curdling screech as the engine desperately fights for life, trying to correct itself by pumping extra torque into a limb that no longer exists.

"I've been hit! I've been hit!" the co-pilot screams. "Pilot's dead. I can't get her to rock back out, I'm losing her."

Hammer-Six wobbles in the air for a moment and then begins knifing sideways through the sky, screaming so close over our heads that we duck. She flies right over the farmstead village, and then falls out of the sky like a brick.

Hei Bai or Buno didn't have to say a single word. We ran straight for the crash site, didn't even bother to get in formation or stay together, we just ran as fast as we could. The bird landed in the middle of the town, right in open. Couldn't ask for a better ambush. Chance of getting killed – high. Chance the crew was still alive – not very good. But that didn’t matter. Combat oddly can make you lose your sense of self preservation fast. The lives of those around you matter far more than your own, regardless of whether or not you hate their guts. Maybe it's why Koko could kill her former countrymen, or why Peng hasn't killed me yet.

Even then, we also know what would happen if those animals managed to capture the crew alive. I know for a fact it's why we all chose to run to that chopper. But it was Kyu that ran faster than any of us to that hummingbird.

Thein Kyu arrived first and as soon as we caught up to him we turned 180 degrees and got down in the dirt. Hei Bai steps into the hummingbird's fuselage. Other than the missing tail she looks intact. Looks are deceiving. The crash has broken apart all her insides and jet fuel is tricking into the crew cabin. The smell is everywhere.

"Hiro, get in here" Hei Bai says. He looks at the gunner, still strapped into the crash-seat. He checks his eyes for alertness and sees that he's mostly OK. He steps into the cockpit. There's blood and viscera everywhere. Co-pilot's covered in it. Half of it's his. Hei Bai looks at me.

"I need your help. There's no time to worry about spinal or any of that. We're gonna have to stabilize him here, but we need to drag him out of the seat. Can you do that? I need your help."

"I can." I said.

Hei Bai, secures his neck in a sort of head-lock with the co-pilots arms, and I unbuckle him from the seat. He gives me a three two one, and then Hei Bai drags him into the cabin. He leaves a trail of blood on the way out. Or I should say we tried. We’ve gotten his torso out of the chair and onto the fuselage, but his leg is entrapped in crushed metal of the cockpit somewhere that we can’t see. We roll him over and Hei Bai gets to work.

“S-sorry guys. Not a metalbender,” Peng apologizes.

"We need to stop the bleeding. Buno’s taking control of the fight for now. Oh, Yue, Hiro. There's sparks everywhere. I need you to start squelching them, or we're toast."

"Yes, sir."

It's starting outside. The first staccato of reports.

"What's your name, buddy? Qajak? I'm so sorry, but hey there are worse names right? Do you know your blood type? A positive, got it. That’s right, stay positive. Hey! Look at me! I need you to look at me…"

I'm running around the cabin trying to snuff out the sparks. I can feel every single one of them. like little tiny pins and needles. Like every single star at once in the night sky. Putting them out is like to plug hundreds of little tiny leaks in a boat with nothing but your fingers.

A bullet strikes the fuselage and Hei Bai starts to get worried. He unstraps the Native gunner (who only has a broken leg and concussion) and sets him back in his chair behind his quad gun; says he's alert enough to actually aim and pull the trigger in the general direction of bad guys.

"That's it. Nice and easy. All you have to do is sit in the chair and hold the trigger."

And Hei Bai goes back to his healing with the water with what little water he has. After stripping off the man’s blood soaked clothes with his knife, he finds a gaping hole in his abdomen. With nothing to stop the bleeding he begins scooping up handful after handful of loam from the ground and stuffing them into the wound. Hei Bai wipes sweat from his brow, covering his forehead in mud and blood. They say the best healers were female, but it's become expected of Hei Bai by now to do the unconventional…

I fire at a couple of insurgents and as soon as I take my time to fire at them I can feel the sparks coming back. Kerosene and blood are mixing on the floor. It smells like a motor pool and slaughterhouse. The machine gun barks to life, hosing down the edge of the farm land.

"I can't hold much longer, Hei Bai!"

"I know I'm working on, Hiro. Keep doing what you're doing. "

Hei Bai looks at Qajak to see how he's doing. For now, he's good enough. Hei Bai runs outside the helicopter and grabs Peng.

They run under fire to the nearest house, with Peng doing his best to shield them. He gets into a good horse stance and… WHAM! He blasts a whole pile of dirt through the side of the house. Peng feels the plumbing beneath his feet and tears it ups, sending a geyser of water into the air.

A bullet catches me across the side of my thigh and cringe in pain, falling over into the cabin. As soon as I do I see a spark go flying right into the edge of the kerosene puddle flowing over the sides of cabin door. I summon every bit of strength I can and hold back a massive wall of flame before it gets to the gas tank.

There's a deafening hissing noise and I'm knocked back down again into the cabin as Hei Bai throws as much water as he can into that fire. He's running back across the street to the helicopter, ignoring all the shots around him. And he's carrying what looks like twelve dozen gallons of water with him. He turns as a an insurgent opens up on him, catching all the bullets inside of a massive water bolus before Peng strikes the troublemaker in the skull with a rock. He washes out all the kerosene jet fuel and puts out every spark. I've never been so glad to see Hei Bai in all my life.

Meanwhile Koko, Buno, and Chang are outside doing their best. Peng has chosen to stay in the building across the street, turning the second floor of the house into his own personal pillbox. Hei Bai, the two flightcrew, and I are inside doing whatever we can. And then the machine gun jams.

"I-I can't get it to clear!"
"Chang, gunner; fix that thing on the double." Buno orders. "Hiro, Koko; come with me."

"What's the order, sarge?" Asks Koko.

"There’s going to be some soldiers sneaking up on us right about about now,” Thein Kyu says.

"How do you know?"

"Trust me.”

"What make you think they aren't at the end of the street, setting up a shot with their rocket launcher?" I ask.

Buno shakes his head.

"If they wanted to do that," Says Thein Kyu, "They would have done it already. If I were still on the other side, I would want to take your pilots. I would want your bodies as trophies, believe me. I know I’d be able to reach you long before those armored cannon cars show up to rescue you."

Oh, and now Peng is getting over run. Several insurgent's make their way into his house. I hear glass shatter and turn to see Peng jumping out of the second story window. He tucks and rolls and then bellows as he puts all the might he can into bending. He squashes the foundations of the house and it completely collapses. An after-action assessment would confirm the bodies of fifteen insurgents trapped in the house when it collapsed.

Peng now runs to the Helicopter shielding himself with dirt and stone. He reaches up and now he's throwing up walls of dirt left and right as fast as he can to keep the insurgents out. Doesn't help that they've got an earthbender or two with them, and they're tearing the walls down almost as fast as Peng puts them up.

Gripping my rifle tight, and with a little bit of a limp, I lurched my way with my three compatriots to the outside of the hummingbird. Sure enough we see them squatting and crouching their way to our hummingbird from the rear. A few natives, and two other men, foreigners, who look much more composed. I immediately open fire. One of these two men blows the gun right out of Buno's arms. Koko gets a shot square into two of the natives soldiers and then her gun goes empty. Great.

I hit one in an airbender in the the neck, and am then slammed into the back of the helicopter. I try to get back up and am slammed by a gust of wind headfirst over and over again. Thein Kyu is a little occupied, trying to skedaddle sideways as he Boogie Woogies like some Ember Island teenie bopper. He fires wildly from the hip, hoping to get out of the main line of fire. The other Air Bender now aims his rifle to fire straight into my chest.

But as the dust clears Thein Kyu has stopped dancing and is just doing the crabwalk as the remaining insurgents stand over him and take aim at all of us.

As I look up I first only see a blurry silhouette that eclipses the midday sun. arms outstretched. he’s a whirling dervish. Vaulting over the Hummingbird behind me, the Great Peng takes flight. His left arm comes downward, flattening all the sand below him until I can see the reflection of the insurgents on its surface. Flattening the surface into.. Glass. He lands on his little ice patch and slides across it. Slides past it, conserve his windmilling rotation with a roll till he stops in the soft uncompressed soil. But his right arm continues the forward rotation, pulling the glass with him like it were a ball pulled by centripetal force from the end of the string. I close my eyes knowing what comes next.

Screams

And then silence

There are what used to be five men. Their bodies mangled beyond recognition. Sliced into ribbons.

“Well, come on now!” Peng proclaims. “We’re all waiting on ye’!”

All in a day's work.

Hei Bai rounds the corner, “What? What I miss?”

He sees the mince meat, “oh unholy Vaatu,” and then a string of profanities.

All in a day's work.

We run back to the front of the Chopper, and then we hear Chang says

"It was a dud round. Hang fire. Case-head separation, I think. Shu opens the pan to check if there was maybe a piece of brass caught behind the bolt, and then, just, explodes."

So here's what we had to work with. Our machine- gunner was now missing a chunk of his hand. Our own machine-gunner, Chang, only brought a rifle. The quad machine gun is absolutely totaled. Koko's out of ammo. Hei Bai's out of ammo. I'm almost out of Ammo. Buno has ammo but would have to spend the next five minutes looking for wherever his gun went without getting shot. Peng has run out of ammo and has resorted to throwing rocks. And to make matters worse, the co-pilot looks like he could go into shock at any moment.

"When's the casevac coming?" Peng asks Hei-Bai.

"That's what we are," He answers. “Armored cars are coming but it’s probably gonna be another five minutes for them to screen for all the antitank.”

"I have an idea" Koko says and turns to the gunner. "I don't know how to operate this thing. It autogyrates, yes?"

Gunner nods. "It's not -- strictly speaking -- but it can on descend "

"Then disengage the rotors"

Gunner moves to the cockpit and pulls something that looks like the emergency or parking break lever in the Satomobile that you drive every day. It detaches the rotor-hub of the propellers from the drive shaft so that they spin freely.

"Everybody get on board or get left behind!"

Koko stands in the middle of the cabin. She squats into a horse stance and takes a deep breath. The insurgents tear down the last of Peng's walls and he's too exhausted to put them back up again.

Spitting distance. A young insurgent runs right for us firing his rifle, close enough to see the whites of his eyes. The gunner’s one handed belch of burpgun fire cuts him down and he rolls over a few times landing face up just in front of our hummingbird. A little too close.

But Chang stairs straight into his eyes. Fixated. Like he’s in a trance.

Koko throws her arms skyward and groans. I put myself between her and the insurgents and begin firing. There's a rush of wind.

"Sniper!"

Once a again, for what feels like the ten dozenth time today, I'm being knocked to the floor. It's the weight of Peng's body crashing into me. He takes the bullet straight to the chest and falls backward into me, knocking us both into the cabin.

There's a final rush of wind and the propellers spin up. We have lift off. Koko screams and summons every last ounce of strength in her body to keep the wind rushing through the propellers, to keep us airborne. We lift up about ten meters off the ground and glide about two hundred more sideways and out of the battlefield and land behind the squad of armored cars -- their ninety milimeter guns going to work on an insurgent machine gun nest in the hills.

It's over now. We're safe now. We've lost seven soldiers, and have seventeen more casualties. Not a good day. But we win. And for now, that's all that matters. Jia, Du Lin, and Hei Bai will take any victories they can get.

Chang however has run off to the closest radioman is getting some sort of call patched through while the litter bearers are running over to use to extricate the wounded. I can see Chang snatch the handset from the man and speak into it.

He comes over weak in the knees and says, “My family and children are safe”

“...what are you talking about?” Buno asks of him.

“The boy who we’ve slain,” he says, his knees buckling, “was my son’s best friend.”

All in a day's work.

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that's all for now! r8 h8 deb8

see this is why i ask book when, when i end an update i end wanting for more to know what happens

his name is pepe, its the former pet of an LT of the templar knigth cartel, was part of the mission to get that fucko behind bars we were securing the ranch and welp suddenly tiger in one room hes such a sweetie hes living now in the zoo of other state

this shows your improvement since you began m8, its good

>moar when/10

you mind if i add it to the sticky?

and i forget my damn trip, damn it

>this shows your improvement since you began m8, its good

thanks m8. Action scenes I think are the hardest to write and keep interesting. especially when you have to juggle so many character

>that won't be an issue pretty soon :^)

I'd read if you wrote. I like raifus.

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>moar Tzu
This pleases me.

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Florian may be a bit of a putz, but at least he's kind hearted.

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It will be a short story, which I will do it eventually. Between Not Heaven and another maybe sorta half lewd short story I'm doing.

Way to gut punch me at the end there. Story is good, action was terrific, you right that shit good.

Still got a few grammatical errors, particularly with the word "five," but better here than when you started. Excellent work my friend, keep it comin.

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Works for me. I'm really liking Not Heaven, I'm excited to see where you take it.

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fife was on purpose as it's how you distinguish Five from Nine when there's a lot of static on the radio.

Tho for whatever reason, no matter how many times I use a word processor and proofread, there's always mistakes that I only notice after the story is posted
>But Chang stairs straight into his eyes
oof!

DON'T YOU DARE DAMNIT

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Well, learn something new everyday.

Guess that's what I get for being lolneverserved.

I'm taking it exactly where the title suggests. I'm uhh, just stumbling a bit personally but I'm making -slow- progress

holy shit I fucked up. This paragraph got deleted right after this post. The next post comes right after it

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A blast of wind and sand from Koko hits his mark directly in the airbenders face, or should I say his gun’s ejection port. He closes his eyes and grimaces as the first and only shot goes off and impacts beside me, his gun all jammed up. He clears it but Koko is faster. A lot faster. She forgets reloading and draws her pistol. pops of the top of soldiers head before he can kill me, and then she sweeps up a cloud of dust between us and them. Buno throws his Kukri into the other airbender’s shoulder and it guides my arc of lightning. The airbender’s danse macabre is the Fire Fountain City Jitterbug.

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my bad guys.

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>rainbow six sprinkle

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>Jack entered the weapons room and was greeted with a call of "EMPEROR ON DECK!"
"As you were. Officer on duty report." Jack called, in a few seconds, seeing an officer appear before him.
>"What is your bidding, sir?" He inquired with a salute.
"Stand easy, officer. I want this vial loaded into the M90 torpedo we brought with us."
>"Right away." The officer replied, Accepting the vial of a material that could only be described as the gray cancer.
>With it, the weapons officer began removing bolts from fixtures around the special attachment manifold of the torpedo, affixing the vial into the warhead and overriding its conventional Thermobaric charge, which the M90 would typically use for orbital bombardments on the Ic'rah.
>The officer gave the order to bring the torpedo to its tube, which was promptly met by the whirring of machinery, carrying the torpedo to the tube, finding the tube's port orientation, and finally, orienting the torpedo to insert into the tube, where the breach would seal, the computer would synchronize its position relative to the planet by gravitational data, plant its target orientation, and then launch it.
>In five seconds after the breach had closed, the sound of the torpedo jettisoning into space, which reverberated through the ship couldn't have been more distinct.
>Jack stuck his head to the viewing port and watched the pod as it slowly began to vanish into the distances of the low orbital gravity well, into which he could not view even with the magnification bestowed unto him by the augmentations that had once been his eyes.
>He decided to do some very quick math regarding the M90 torpedo's dispersal of the gray cancer into the planet. If he figured it dispersed the material in a shape a meter wide and many deep, and it'd double in size every one second, within a minute and forty seconds, he'd see the planet reduced to gray within for certain, a minute of impact.

>Something like several minutes seemed to pass as he waited for the spot of gray to begin consuming earth. At first, he knew it would be only a few meters deep and a single meter wide, but doubling in size every second, he'd be able to see the destruction of the planet in real time.
>Jack opened a channel to the sensors officer.
"Begin recording."
>"Affirmative."
>In moments. Jack could see that a very small spot of gray formed on the planet, then expanded slowly and then... FLASH. In a now swift motion, the planet was soon swallowed up in a growing stain of gray.
-"Aaaaaahhhhh, FUCK!" a new voice screeched out, possibly in his head.
+"What the... Emily?" The voice of user questioned
+"Emily? Is that... YOU?"
-"user? user!" Jack heard.
-"It's been SO LONG! I was trapped in that rifle for SO LONG!"
+"Emily? What happened?"
-"What is this place? Why am I seeing... what planet is that?"
+"It's earth. Our most curious of descendants here, just gray goo'd the whole planet."
-"Wait, HE did this? WHY?"
+"Best I can tell, he's not human anymore, he's a few hundred years old, and Earth declared war on him for some reason or another, and he's absolutely unphased by the prospect of turning his own home planet into a new element."
"Hey, you know you can go into the part of my processors where I can't hear you, right?"
-"YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP, Ya cunt! I was minding my own business and then everything was gray! Do YOU KNOW HOW THAT FEELS?"
"Ziiip" Jack thought as he had finished seeking out the entities that made up the two disembodied voices and forced them from his frontal functions where both he and they would have privacy.

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This is getting on my nerves. I've been bashing my fucking head against this story for almost 3 weeks now and have gotten nowhere. Gib ideas so I can stop being a shamefur dispray.

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What a gigantic faggot, you are!

+1 for Special Relationship.

Give Beth something to be happy about, Fletch, please. Also, plz no kill because Florian's an idiot.

Well, I could see user and co. being between a rock and a hard place. Invasions are much less costly when air superiority is established, but speed is of the essence since, despite user's threats, the Saudis likely will try some Saddam-in-Kuwait style moves. You could present the moral dilemma of getting the most oil with fewest casualties then.

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Good continuation, I'm a little curious how Ghost user and Ghost Emily made it into Jack's head.

Also, where are you getting these, they're fucking great.

Jow Forums had a thread a little while ago... two three days where they dumped "imperial herald" posts.

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From what anime is that picture?

I believe it's fanart of Kancolle, which I haven't actually watched. I just like the concept of shipfu's, and from the little I do know, I have especial fondness for Kongou.

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Botes are good. Treasure botes

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t-that's pretty lewd, desu.

On a slight tangent, which would you prefer to be if you could do it your way JT? Admiral, Tonk Commander, or Squadron Leader?

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More of this in the near future?

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>implying I haven't spent emberassing amounts of time self inserting and writing things out (those two are NOT related) about two of those

In the end, tank will always prevail

Pigeon will have as much armor between her and bad things as possible.

...Unless they're bad tanks and I have a tube.

I'm counting on you above all else to be able to tell school tank from an enemy combatant

pro tip: if it has camouflage netting and/or actual vegetation on it chances are it's an enemy combatant & if it doesn't it's either a school tank or it's crewed by idiots & you can afford to make sure they are hostile.

Oh my sweet little Panzeryousei~

Papa can tell the difference between many things, am very good at that.