[U] Sixteen looking at Outcasts

[Burter]

PCs: Sixteen

Unit Foxhound has surrounded Aran Tower, but has not engaged. Brinstar Fort, in the distance, has sealed themselves up in defense

[Dantes]

Sixteen stood idle, looking upon the massive tower he?d just ordered his troops to surround. He?d been forced into a leadership role he felt as though he didn?t deserve, nor did he want the night before, and now he ordered to take this tower. His commander had given him hundreds of units for the mission, while Garlic himself went into the real fight.

?My services must no be needed there, or does he not trust me?? the android thought, trying to get that off his mind.

Hundreds of soldiers were scurrying about, rolling their massive artillery guns behind them. Slowly panning themselves out seventy five yards from the base of the tower, and awaiting orders. The mechanical being hadn?t spoken to the inhabitants of the enemy building yet, and called over one of his personal messengers.

?Go to the tower and tell them the following. We of united have come under rule of Garlic Jr., surrender now or prepare to be bombarded until this tower falls.? Sixteen monotoned, showing no emotion in his face whatsoever.

With that the messenger twisted around, and bolted across the small plain and out of site. Not wasting any time the green armored fighter began walking the perimeter he?d just created, checking his soldiers and making sure the guns were operational. A few messengers followed him at all times, and doubled checked the weapons they passed.

?Things seem good, I believe we will have this tower in no time. I need scouts to check out that fort in the distance, we will go for that next,? explained the sniper general.

Another messenger dashed from his presence, and off to fetch a scout. Sixteen knew it would be a long day to come, but he was not worried for his troops. ?Give them an extra ration for tonight,? Sixteen ordered to the last messenger.

?Yes sir!? he replied quickly.

(OOC: short, but more later today.)

[Burter]

Aran Tower has surrended, but the Fort continues to stay sealed

[Dantes]

Cleaning out the scope of his PSG1 model sniper, the android waited patiently for his messengers to return. Gently wiping the damp wash cloth against the two ends of his high powered scope. It was a meaningless job, but it was something to keep him occupied while his messages were being sent. His eye?s along could magnify at least thirty times the strongest scope in the world today.

Fortunately, as he looked up from his weapon the android noticed one of his messengers returned from his trip. It looked to be the first, and most important one he?d sent today. ?Sir I?ve gotten a reply from there commander! He says they surrender, but they will not let you enter,? called the soldier, breathing slightly heavier than the norm.

Sixteen waited a moment and calculated his many options. The computer inside him told him to press the issue further, and get one more response before opening fire. Knowing his computer was never wrong, ?Return to the commander and tell him this. You have exactly one hour from the time you get this message to open your gates, or we will with out a doubt use a surfeit amount of artillery to bring your precious tower down. I will come to your gates when the hour is up, and if they are not open you can expect us to fire.? Explained the mechanical apparatus, slowly repeating over everything that he?d said making sure it was what he?d wanted.

It was a bold move by the machine fighter, but he had other plans to attend to this day. His scope was cleaned nicely, and the orange hared giant lifted himself from the sturdy chair that he?d been given. Again he began his walk around his men, giving them all orders.

?Ready your weapons, and artillery. Aim for the gates of the tower. But do not be anxious my men, I believe this commander is a smart one and will give up before nightfall. There is no need for malaise, I?ve sent him a warning missive and I?m sure he will accept. No human being is that foolish, but today seems like a day for surprises,? boomed the android, speaking to the soldiers preparing for the nights possible fight.

His subordinates seemed to be a bit excited for such a one sided battle, but they had a feeling it wasn?t going to happen. Sixteen turned around slowly, lifting his PSG1 to his shoulder and placed an eye near the scope. ?Hmm, they won?t show there faces in the windows. They must think we have snipers ready to fire,? he thought to himself, putting his rifle back into its resting position.

[Dantes]

Sixteen looked on as the messenger he?d just sent to the fort was ripped to shreds, and his head launched back at them. It was a sign of aggression, and it would be handled as such. He was nothing less than furious that one of his soldiers died an almost meaningless death, and had no intentions of holding such anger in.

?Spread the word, we are moving to the fort. Ready all the soldiers, and prepare to attack the gate,? boomed the machine general, clenching his fists tightly.

Forceful entry wasn?t what he?d hoped for, but he had the equipment to take out the fort, and it was unfortunate that he?d have to do so. His super computer mind plotted out each move as he hurried forwards and past the tower. The android had ordered them to begin panning out one hundred yards from the fort, and begin bombardment upon arrival.

The daylight was quickly fading as the anxious apparatus hurried towards his command post. He could see three of his rank officers standing a few yards away, waiting for him to give orders. Not wasting a split second, Sixteen sat down at the pre-prepared desk, and began checking the map.

Pondering over the map and the number of units he possessed for a few moments, he grabbed a sharpie from the coffee cup to his left. ?Alright boys, I want our three hundred artillery units to fan out across the perimeter and send word once it has been complete. Next I want out support units to split into three waves of one hundred, and prepare to charge the main gate,? ordered the commander, checking off the units he?d just used.

The second he finished with the first order, one of his officers darted off to begin gathering his forces. ?Now I want packets of fifty assault units spread fifty yards apart covering the charging support. As the support move in waves, so too will the assault teams.? Commanded the metallic warrior, checking of more units on his map.

?Yes sir!? replied another of his staff.

?Lastly, I want scouts to find any other entrances within their walls. If they do find any entrances, I want a packet of fifty-assault unit?s guarding the door immediately. We will break through any other entrances, and push there as well,? Sixteen monotoned, watching his last staff twist around in his tracks and head off into the distance.

The general folded up foxhound?s map, and lifted himself off the chair. ?Any available scouts I want a shooting post built at this location fifteen feet into the air. I?d like to test out this rifle Garlic gave me,? the old model android sighed, giving a gentle rub to the stock of his PSG1.

Soldiers, scouts, and medics ran about the area getting into their assigned positions. The ki cannons were in place around the fort, as well as the support units. It was only just a matter of time before his stand would be built, and he could send off the opening round.

?This isn?t what I had planned, but I can?t back away now!? Sixteen thought to himself, as he watched his shooting stand being built.


Fifteen minutes later.


The android lifted himself up onto the stand, lugging his chair with him. He slowly sat down, and looked down upon his soldiers who were looking back at him with wide eyes. Each soldier had a different look upon his or her face as he readied his gun.

Fingering the safety off, Sixteen lowered himself down and looked into the scope. Gently the machine sniper soldier shifted his gun upwards and to the right a few inches, putting himself in clear view of the gate. He noticed many soldiers wearing there armies garb, standing at the gates entrance and looking down from the high walls. With a smirk, he sifted through the many faces until he noticed one soldier who seemed to be wearing a small insignia on his hat.

?You are my target,? Sixteen thought, as he inched his finger towards the trigger. His body was completely motionless, and his breathing stopped momentarily as the general from atop his stand eased back on the trigger.

With a bang, the first bullet was launched out from his sniper.

[Burter]

Koola has arrived

[Uno]

The camp grounds were in high alert. The Outcasts were being driven back by United forces. Men were running to and fro and were preparing themselfs for all out battle. Cannons were being assembled, empty magazines were being reloaded, a scene Koola loved very much.

The purple changeling and his assentient, Flemings, were heading toward the main camp grounds, trying to find the leader that Paragus ordered him to find. Android Sixteen's army was holding strong, the Outcasts stood no chance. Even so, Koola knew that his forces would take casualties trying to raid and capture the band of misfits. He?d been with them before, and knew that their resolve was strong.

Koola looked one at the yellow flagged fort in the distance. He softly spoke to himself. ?A pity really. Such a strong army torn asunder so quickly. I didn?t foresee them lose so fast, a shame.?

He reached the main tent, and looked inside. There were several people running around, trying to find something. There were five of them, and they all were changelings. Each one had a rifle strapped around their shoulders, and a uniform signifying that they were in the united army. Each one looked somehow similar to the other ones in some way. Maybe the tail was shaped the same as another, or their nose had the same look. Once one of them found what they were looking for, they stampeded out of the tent, running Koola over.

They turned around and saw the changeling prince flat on his back, black footprints all over his body. One of them yelled ?Sorry!? before speeding off with the rest of his group. Koola sprang up, and gave chase to the hit and run gang. Flemings looked over, slightly shaken at what happened, and trailed behind his master.

The quintuplets finally reach their destination, and laid their package down. Koola stopped slowly behind them, and looked at where he was. He was looking at a tall stand, about 15 feet in the air. After closer inspection, it looked to be a snipers stand, and was confirmed when he saw the sniper. He was tall and built, and had a spiky orange mohawk on his head. He carried a PSG1 model rifle, an old model, but still very useful.

?He fits the description! He must be Sixteen.?

Before he could greet him properly, Fleming came up from behind and ran into Koola, unable to stop. The force of the blow shoved the duo into the pack of changelings, knocking all seven changelings down. The Android turned around to see the two unfamiliar faces, and pointed his gun at them. Koola looked up, and saluted. He stated aloud in a comical manner, ?United soldier Koola reporting for duty!?

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After the unintended first impression, Sixteen finally believed that the two former Outcast soldiers were working for them after hearing that they met Paragus already. The Android was still in his sniping position, peppering the enemy with bullets. Koola was standing beside him, talking.

?So, the Outcasts aren?t going down without a fight, huh? Figures, that?s the Commander for yeah. Still a bitch to beat, huh??

Sixteen replied after firing another shot. ?Yeah, I guess so, and I can tell already that these men are going to go down in style. They ruthlessly killed my messenger trying to offer them peace.?

?Then that leaves United and Dante as the only two remaining fractions. It looks like it?ll be over with within a few weeks, maybe a few days. Who quickly this war came to an end.?

?Yeah, I sure hope that the remains of the Outcast army does some damage to the opposition.? He fired another round at the Outcasts. Several guards dropped dead.

?Hm...I wonder what would happen if...? Koola stopped, trying to think for a minute. Sixteen looked at him for a moment, before returning his sight to the battle.

?What? What would happen??

Koola smirked as he looked up. He gave a glance to the five changelings and back to the sniper/soldier. ?I think I have a plan.?

[Dantes]

The android general waited for his newest soldier to give him his plan, but it never came out. Sixteen stood waiting for a few moments, before he heard the first wave of combat boots shift, then began marching forwards. ?It?s begun, only time will tell what happens now!? he thought to himself.


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The first wave beelined towards the main gate, holding their ki gun?s ready. Each soldier roared the United Army battle cry as they closed the gap. ?Alright boys, this is a crucial point, and we must take this for Sixteen and for Garlic. Now charge!? Screamed the leading officer, holding up his own ki weapon.

Roaring, the battalion of support soldiers pushed themselves into bunny speed, leaping over downed trees and small shrubs. They were within one hundreds yards to the open gate, when a massive amount of soldiers came bursting through it. Outcasts were apparently protecting the gate with everything they had, which seemed to be over a hundred soldiers.

United?s running forces began firing upon the now closing gate, and the hundreds of soldiers in front of it. Almost the second the first shot was fired, outcasts retaliated with there own ki guns. Ki lasers were flying about the area, while both sides began suffering casualties at a good rate.

?WE MUST TAKE THE GATE!? Screamed the commanding officer.

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?On the count of three we began the bombardment, do not stop firing until you are spent of all ki,? ordered the artillery leader.

Each warrior nodded in agreement, as they looked on with wide eyes at the fight that had just begun. The lieutenant spotted his android commander at his shooting stand, who?d just picked off another three enemy soldiers, and noticed him nod. ?Ok we?ve got confirmation, 3?.. 2?.. 1?. Fire!? the ranked officer boomed.

Throwing their fists forwards, massive bursts of ki energy beamed out of each palm, lighting up the night sky like a fireworks show. Whistling like a nurf football, the ki waves made there way quickly to the gate, and it?s surrounding wall. The furthest row back, launched it?s blasts at a higher angle, and into inner walls of the fort.

Outcasts fort sprang up in small fires, but each seemed to go out as fast as they came. Many of their own artillery soldiers were side arming ki waves back in defense, but in a much less rate then United?s.

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His head was beat down near his weapons scope, watching for new enemies coming out of the gate. Sixteen had ordered hundreds more sniper towers to be built, and for the snipers to begin firing upon enemy units. The mechanical warrior had already tallied up thirty kills with his PSG1 model sniper, as well as two ranked officers.

?Tell Koola he is to go in with the second wave of support units. He is to aid the first wave, who is been stalled one hundred yards from the gates. Koola is to come in from the left side,? monotoned the spikey hared android.

His super human computer was spitting out hundreds, of thousands of calculations at a time, while the green armored warrior focused in on his next target. He was a rather large soldier, who?d seemed to have taken out at least fifteen of his own units. Shifting his scope slightly to the right, he zoomed into the blokes upper chest and heart.

?Make this thirty one unlucky souls.? The mechanical being muttered, fingering his trigger.

The bullet screamed out of the old technology barrel, and within a second it sliced through the enemy. He stumbled momentarily, then some how turned his head to Sixteen. His blood shot eyes were staring him down, as a dark substance oozed out of the bullet hole.

?That is an?. Oil mixture!? Sixteen called, zooming into the bullet wound. ?He?s an android.?

[Uno]

A bullet whizzed by Koola?s face as his forces were heading toward the front lines. He and Flemings had donned two Ki rifles each and were in command of the troop that Sixteen supplied them. The terrain was basically a plain, though there was a lot of brush and trees near the left side of the front gate. This will be too easy, thought Koola as he neared the battle.

He quickly looked behind him to see how the troops were doing. They were fearless as they marched up to battle, ready to die for the United cause. In the troop were the five changelings he met earlier. The five of them were leading the men as they charged up the road to the battle.

Koola?s unit reached the front line, and quickly began firing their guns at the Outcast soldiers on the top of the roof. A small handful of them fell from the wall onto the ground, still being hammered by bullets. The changeling prince motioned his men to slowly move left while firing his Ki rifle at the enemy. The Outcasts were flanked by the left side, but they still held on. They fought to protect the gate. Once that falls, the fort would be done for.

Koola surveyed the battlegrounds closely, trying to find an hole in their defense. Then he saw it. Although it was hard to see at first, the blue warrior saw a small crack in the wall, just east of the wall in the brush. Koola began to think about it and what could be done about it. Another bullet whizzed by.

?If a small squad were to infiltrate that spot,? Koola said to himself, ?they could open up the gate from the inside. That would save us a lot of trouble.? He stopped thinking for a bit and fired another round of lead into the enemy line. Several soldiers slumped over. Koola called for Flemings to come over to him.

?Flemings!? He started, ?I want you to take the five changelings and get into the brush over there. Find the crack and get inside the fort. You should know what to do next.? his changeling friend nodded and as quickly as he appeared, he was gone.

Koola looked around his troops to see the damage. Only two of his crew were out of commission, and they were already being treated by a medic. A small cluster of bullets zoomed pasted his head. He aimed the gun and fired again, remembering he was in fight. He stopped daydreaming and threw his rifle at another soldier. ?Take this!? he screamed, firing a small energy ball at the wall. It exploded and sent two soldiers flying from the top of the wall. ?Keep it up, men! We need to cover Flemings long enough so they can get inside.? Suddenly, his left arm felt numb. He looked over to it and gazed in horror. He got shot.

Blood slowly trickled out of his arm from a small bullet hole in his shoulder. It hit his nerves as his legs gave out. He tumbled toward into the open, completely open to all kinds of attacks. He tried to get up, but it was useless. All his nerves were fried, and from one lousy shot in the arm. He looked up, trying to find the guy that nailed him. He saw one large man with bloodshot eyes staring at him, his face was scrunched, looking almost disappointed that he missed Koola?s head. He was the one. The shooter took aim again, knowing he was unable to miss this time.

Koola sighed. ?Well,? he said to himself, ?guess I?m out."

The attacker slouched over, as if a bullet had hit him. Koola looked closer, and saw that he did get hit himself, and a dark substance oozed out of him. The shooter looked out to Sixteen, the sniper general. As medics began to drag him out of battle, he looked over to were Flemings and his crew was. They were right in the brush, breaking down the cracks in the wall. He then turned his head toward the android general. Before losing consciousness, he whispered to himself, ?Nise shot, Sixteen.?

ooc: I?ll let Sixteen finish this battle up. Flemings is about to infiltrate the fort with 5 other support. He?ll try to open the gate from the inside.

[Dantes]

The mechanical warrior watched his target get dragged off the battlefield. ?He must be an important figure, to be carted off the second he was shot,? thought the android, sitting up and taking a glance around the battlefield.

His third wave of support units were marching into the battle now, and all the artillery units were firing at full speed. Koola seemed to have everything under control at the gate, and his snipers were picking off the unlucky ones atop the wall.

?Sir, we?ve found another entrance. It?s a small one, but I think it could be useful to us. Our scouts found it in a small path of undergrowth south of here. The opening only has a few units guarding it from the outside, and one sniper. It should be an easy take sir,? called the messenger, standing at the ladder of his shooting stand.

Sixteen sat idle for a moment, computing the odds and weighing his options. ?I need three support units here immediately. I will take that myself, but send the rest of our assassins to the place in one hour,? the mechanical apparatus explained, motioning over three support.

After a few minutes of gathering the small supplies that they needed, his messenger began to lead the group to the small opening. The five united soldiers were running at a jog, with the messenger leading followed by Sixteen. ?Ok guys, were closing in on the entrance. I?m going to turn back now, good luck!? he called, stopping the jog and turning back.

?Alright boys, were going silent from here on in. I want you three splitting up, one of your from the north east and west closing in slowly. I will creep into a good position and find that sniper,? the orange hared giant ordered in a whisper.

The three support units went there separate ways in a creep, while Sixteen lowered himself to one knee, and reached into his small backpack. Quickly pulling out a folded up piece of cardboard, and unraveling it. After a few moments, he was completely covered in a large box with a food label at the top.

?That sniper has no chance,? he mumbled, creeping upwards and closer to the entrance. It felt like twenty minutes passed before he came into seeing distance of the small patch of undergrowth, and a large tree located in the middle. There were five outcasts soldiers guarding the patch, and they seemed to have no idea. Zooming in slightly, he noticed the sniper situated about half way up the monster tree, periodically checking his surroundings.

Inch by inch, Sixteen guided the muzzle of his gun out the small hole in the front of his box. Fingering the safety off, as well as the night vision on, he lowered himself to look into his scope. The sniper was fairly camouflaged, but he had no idea what was going on.

Angling the crosshairs, and calculating the distance the mechanical being aimed his rifle. Slowly placing his finger against the trigger, and squeezing backwards. In an instant the gun went off, sending a bullet screaming into the trees. A moment later, the sniper and all his gear flopped down the brush, dead to rights.

[Burter]

Brinstar Fort has fallen to United!

[Uno]

Flemings and his crew jogged back to the medic tent where Koola was being treated. The plan was beyond successful as the Outcasts were completely surprised when wave after wave of United soldiers walked right through the front gate. Flemings left Sixteen while he was counting the dead, and looking for survivors, if there were any. The fort had fallen.

?Hey guys.? Koola?s assistant began to say. ?Why don?t you guys report to General Sixteen and tell him that Koola is fine.? The five changeling quintuplets saluted and hurried off. Flemings looked back and stepped inside the tent. Although it was small, the tent was quite cozy. The single lantern kept the tent very warm, but not too hot either. The cots the injured rested on had blankets for the soldiers to rest on until they were fully healed. They even had hot meals for them, a rare sight on army grounds.

Koola was eating a turkey sandwich with hot tomato soup. His nerves were healed and his arm was wrapped up good. He finished his bowl and raised it up, asking for a second helping. Flemings slowly approached his master, trying not to get in the way of him eating. Koola normally is not a slob when eating, unless he?s been injured or he is just starving. This time, it was both.

?My prince Koola,? He said as he bowed. ?The fort has fallen just as you commanded.? Koola swallowed his turkey and began to laugh. Flemings looked up, puzzled. ?Sir? Are you alright??

?I feel great, it?s you I?m worried about. Listen, you and I are friends, and I don?t own you. I might have acted like you were scum before, but I don?t now. Please, no more of this ?Prince Koola? nonsense. You can just call me Koola.? Flemings was shocked at first, but nodded with a smile as a reply.

The female medic brought him his second soup, which Koola quickly slurped down. He rose from his cot, turkey sandwich still in hand. He finished the sandwich with one last bite and left the tent, kindly thanking the medic as he left. The changeling had a big smile on his face, which was highly unlike himself. ?Koola? What has gotten you in such a good mood?? Flemings asked.

?Well, when I had my nerves fried, I received a massive headache later on. However, as painful as it was, I felt happy. Why you ask? Let?s just say a certain bitch called Koorsala received a headache one hundred times worse than what I went through.?

[Dantes]

Sixteen watched the dead sniper fall to the ground, and then instantly his units leap from their hiding spots. The five outcasts soliders had no idea what was coming, and were stripped of their weapons. "Sir, we've got the gate under control," called one of the support troops.

Slowly the android general lifted the large box off himself, and began walking towards the group. He noticed all the enemies had been hog tied, and laid on there bellies. Guns were stripped from them, dismantled, and tossed several feet away.

"I will have a look down the chamber, come in behind me in fifteen minutes," the mechanical warrior explained, opening the small hatch below him.

His troops nodded in agreement as he disappeared into the pitch black corridor. Creating a miniscule ki orb in his hand for light, he noticed the passage way was in fact a small one. Damp and long with many mice scurrying away from his light source.

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It wasn't long before the machine general had excaped the small entrance, and was standing just inside the forts walls. Upon opening the hatch he noticed hundreds of his own united soldiers. It'd had seemed that the outcasts had surrendered sometime ago, and that they'd let united into the fort.

Grabbing one soldier by the arm, "When did this happen, and where is Koola?" Sixteen asked, paitently.

"Sir, we took the gate only twenty minutes ago that is when they surrendered. I believe Koola is in the medic tent being treated sir," the soldier replied quickly.

"Thank you, you may leave," the android ordered, giving a slight nod.

So his leiutenant had been injured in battle, but it was to be expected. The green bio amored warrior noted the massive white tent near the center of the fort, and marched towards it. It was only a few minutes before he was inside, and in full view of all the casulaties that had occured during battle.

He noticed both united and outcasts soldiers being treated, which could only mean they agreed to join the united force. Scanning the many faces, he finally noticed Koola and what looked the be his companion leaving his bedside. "So Koola, how are you feeling?"

"I'm well." he answered polietly.

"I assume you were able to fight with this injury well enough to take the gate and make them surrender," Sixteen implied, taking a seat in a rather small metal chair.

"It was rather tought i will admit, but Flemings took care of most of the work. He is the one who should get credit for the victory," the changeling replied gleefully.

"Then he shall be rewarded for his deeds i am sure. Now i must go assess the damages to this fort and get it operational once more. You hurry up and get healthy because we will be moving out soon," the general ordered, lifring himself from the chair and leaving the medic tent.