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[Vad]

I wrote this, according to the file, back in September. I believe I was planning to use it, but I can't remember. Most likely I was bored and decided to get out some military style creativity.

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It was the calm before the storm that fateful day outside of East City. The 105th Infantry Division had dug themselves into the ground on the eastern border ready to defend their homes, their lives, and their children. A quick look at the soldiers would tell someone they were nervous and were afraid of things to come; they were. A battalion is only as good as it's leader and for this defensive position they had two. A Saiyan hailing from the far reaches of the universe and his beautiful wife. The two of them posed an impeccable defensive formation that the cities commanders were gazing in awe.

Beatrix the wife of this veteran Saiyan officer was stationed behind the lines manning the massive artillery canons protected by steel defilades two feet thick. She was the mathematician calculating where they should fire and how often. It wasn't just any exploding shell they were launching into other human beings, they were catapulting a depleted energy round that would sear the flesh of anyone within a three hundred foot range. They had been recently acquired as part of a military contract through South City for this occasion.

The mistress' hair blew into her eyes as she drew on a map that laid out the surrounding area east of the city. It was a warm breeze coming off of the ocean; the aroma of salt filling her nostrils. She looked up to see her husband giving a lecture to a few soldiers who looked to be quaking with fear. Vad Zulenka, a military genius on the battlefield. His automatic rifle was slung around his back; deciding to use normal weaponry was a better way to lead his men who weren't as gifted as he was. The ability to manipulate and secrete metal was good for offensive maneuvers, but this was defense. She returned to her map and wrote down her calculations on a piece of scrap paper and moved toward the first battery.

Taking hold of the vertical calibration keypad she punched in her figures and the gun's motor kicked on and began adjusting the weapon to the first position. She repeated the process with the other three, saluting each gunner as she passed. The sun was bright, visibility was good, and she could get maximum range out the weapons and she intended to use it.

Vad placed a hand on one of the privates' shoulders. He never held compassion for anyone, but on the battlefield he was a leader. It wasn't compassion, it was a self righteous want to keep everything in perfect order, but he did it with sincerity that came off as being trustworthy and forgiving; the men he commanded were inspired. He stood up within the trench and moved along the line nodding to his left and right as he passed. It was nearing noon and the invasion force was due within the next couple of minutes. The ex-assassin looked up into the sky and examined the fluffy clouds passing overhead.

A single round pierced the silence and ricocheted off of the full-blood's armor. A loud "PANG" type sound spread through the entrenched group and back to the artillery batteries. Like clock-work four ear splitting bangs broke the silence of the beautiful afternoon. One mile out four separate fireballs burst from the ground showering molten Earth onto whatever lie below.
"Hold your positions!" Shouted Vad. "Let them come."

He grinned knowing what was in store; behind him and to the right was a turret. This turret was painted in urban camouflage and covered with thick netting around the barrel. It was a rail gun meant for one thing; destroying enemy armor quickly and effectively. The best part is that it was automated; the Saiyan could link himself to it using his telekinetic gift and aim the weapon to where he located armor.

"Sir! Enemy APC 2 'o' clock!" Screamed a voice from the line.

Trixie's eyes darted and noticed the vehicle moving through the dense foliage toward the northern line. Directing her husband's vision to the vehicle telepathically another loud bang, different from the intermittent explosions coming from behind the line, rang out. The halftrack exploded into shreds of metal and body parts. Flames billowed from within the metal frame as living soldiers tried to escape the burning vehicle; it was a sight to be seen and not forgotten.