12-03-2006, 10:16 PM
?Super Buu has faced opposition in his acquisition of Freelorn Village,? Paige spoke, striding into the room and placing her palms on the edge of her commander?s desk. The vice in the woman?s voice was accented by the small fissures splintering out from where she had placed her hands. Opting to avoid the destruction of his desk, Seventeen let out a sigh and pushed away the small table. The machine-hybrid nodded his head and motioned for the woman to follow him out the room.
?Has Wart?s men arrived at Brinstar?? The android inquired, glancing over his shoulder at the woman as he traversed the stone hallway. Paige nodded her head; the aggravation plastered across her usually calm visage something that her cybernetic warrior was not accustomed to. After all, she had spent an undisclosed amount of time dedicating her afterlife to saving the lives of the less fortunate, so it brought mass confusion to the man to see her so angry and befuddled.
?Upon receiving the letter from the Super Buu, I ordered Wart to amass all of your soldiers in the outer courtyard in preparations for departure. Was that overstepping any boundaries?? Paige asked, her expression shifting to the more depressed as she ponder the potential repercussions of her precarious actions.
?Nah,? Seventeen responded, grinning at his girlfriend as they entered the stairwell. ?But I?d like to read over that note if you still have it with you,? he requested, pausing to shut the door behind her.
?I do,? Paige replied, fishing into her tight, diminutive outfit and produced a crumpled up piece of paper from the pocket above her bosom. The expression she received from her boyfriend elicited a hasty respond from her end. ?The letter was pretty mangled when the messenger arrived from Buu?s camp on the frontlines,? she chuckled, nervously shifting her feet as she passed the letter to the cyborg.
?I believe you,? the onyx-haired man chuckled, unfurling the furrowed note and reading its contents aloud. ?Get yo ass down hur beotch and help me smash some skulls!!!1? With a hearty laugh, Seventeen stuffed the letter into one of his trench coat?s numerous pockets and sauntered down the stairs with a smile proudly displayed on his pallid countenance.
When the android and his girlfriend emerged from the stairwell, they were startled to see that all the soldiers aligned in flawless columns as they fervently awaited departure. Seventeen was stunned more so, because just a week ago the men had barely been able to march coherently, and now they had managed to organize into a coherent fashion. Although it was probably just because the prospect of battle was reinvigorating to their bored minds, the Commander of the Outcasts was still satisfied to see such progress.
?Men!? The machine-hybrid decreed, drawing the Power Sword and waving it above his head in an effort to ensure he garnered the attention of all the warriors assembled before him. ?We are poised on the edge of a conflict I know all too many of you have anxiously been anticipating for the duration of the last week and a half. We are going to join with General Super Buu and no doubt march onward to Freelorn Village. It seems that said habitation has been claimed by the United Army, but I say nay!? The android bellowed, thrusting the sword toward the sky.
The response was a unanimous chorus of wild screams as guns, swords, and all types of gear were thrust toward the blue sky looming above the heads of Seventeen?s battalion. Wearing a wild, enthused smile upon his face, the android began toward the front of the line?the men parting in order to provide their cybernetic commander with a clear path to his destination. Once he was proudly placed at the helm of the army, the cyborg gave the gatekeepers the signal to open the doors.
Seventeen smiled as the stone and steel gates slowly swung open?providing his men with an unimpaired view of their marching direction. Signaling forward, the cyborg led his eager soldiers across the plains that separated them from Super Buu, Freelorn Village, and the United Army. Although he could not claim to predict the future by any means whatsoever, the android was nevertheless enthused about the trials that waited for him on the horizon.
An hour or so later, Seventeen and his forces were ushered into Super Buu?s camp by a few stocky guards. The android smiled at the men as he turned around and nodded to his troops. Although they had all fallen silent over half a mile back, it was apparent that none of them had lost that aura of anticipation that had been bred back at Brinstar. Nevertheless, now that his men had arrived, the android knew he had some matters to attend to elsewhere in the camp.
?I want you guys to all attempt to relax, but I warn all of your to stay frosty. We all know that this city belongs to the enemy, but by no means does that mean we can?t fall under attack. Be wary of spies, assassins, sabateuors, or anything our vile adversaries may send against us in order to gain an early advantage. Keep your guys on you at all times and be aware of your surroundings. I can?t ensure I know when we are moving to the village, so for the time-being, just get pumped. Let adrenaline and valor fuel you as we make final preparations?dismissed!? The android ordered.
In a matter of seconds, his men had dispersed into the camp, and with a smile of satisfaction upon his ivory visage, Seventeen marched over to his destination?Super Buu?s camp. Once he verified with his soldier which tent he sought, the cyborg broke into a sprint and burst through the entry flap of the golem?s temporary abode.
?I?m here,? Seventeen decreed, his tone laced with the level of talent one would expect from the star of a soap opera. Super Buu glanced over at his leader and shook his head is disbelief.
?Nice to see you too,? the magical construct muttered, motioning with a hand for his commander to join him at an unfolded map of the region. ?Now let?s make some strategy or something.?
?Has Wart?s men arrived at Brinstar?? The android inquired, glancing over his shoulder at the woman as he traversed the stone hallway. Paige nodded her head; the aggravation plastered across her usually calm visage something that her cybernetic warrior was not accustomed to. After all, she had spent an undisclosed amount of time dedicating her afterlife to saving the lives of the less fortunate, so it brought mass confusion to the man to see her so angry and befuddled.
?Upon receiving the letter from the Super Buu, I ordered Wart to amass all of your soldiers in the outer courtyard in preparations for departure. Was that overstepping any boundaries?? Paige asked, her expression shifting to the more depressed as she ponder the potential repercussions of her precarious actions.
?Nah,? Seventeen responded, grinning at his girlfriend as they entered the stairwell. ?But I?d like to read over that note if you still have it with you,? he requested, pausing to shut the door behind her.
?I do,? Paige replied, fishing into her tight, diminutive outfit and produced a crumpled up piece of paper from the pocket above her bosom. The expression she received from her boyfriend elicited a hasty respond from her end. ?The letter was pretty mangled when the messenger arrived from Buu?s camp on the frontlines,? she chuckled, nervously shifting her feet as she passed the letter to the cyborg.
?I believe you,? the onyx-haired man chuckled, unfurling the furrowed note and reading its contents aloud. ?Get yo ass down hur beotch and help me smash some skulls!!!1? With a hearty laugh, Seventeen stuffed the letter into one of his trench coat?s numerous pockets and sauntered down the stairs with a smile proudly displayed on his pallid countenance.
When the android and his girlfriend emerged from the stairwell, they were startled to see that all the soldiers aligned in flawless columns as they fervently awaited departure. Seventeen was stunned more so, because just a week ago the men had barely been able to march coherently, and now they had managed to organize into a coherent fashion. Although it was probably just because the prospect of battle was reinvigorating to their bored minds, the Commander of the Outcasts was still satisfied to see such progress.
?Men!? The machine-hybrid decreed, drawing the Power Sword and waving it above his head in an effort to ensure he garnered the attention of all the warriors assembled before him. ?We are poised on the edge of a conflict I know all too many of you have anxiously been anticipating for the duration of the last week and a half. We are going to join with General Super Buu and no doubt march onward to Freelorn Village. It seems that said habitation has been claimed by the United Army, but I say nay!? The android bellowed, thrusting the sword toward the sky.
The response was a unanimous chorus of wild screams as guns, swords, and all types of gear were thrust toward the blue sky looming above the heads of Seventeen?s battalion. Wearing a wild, enthused smile upon his face, the android began toward the front of the line?the men parting in order to provide their cybernetic commander with a clear path to his destination. Once he was proudly placed at the helm of the army, the cyborg gave the gatekeepers the signal to open the doors.
Seventeen smiled as the stone and steel gates slowly swung open?providing his men with an unimpaired view of their marching direction. Signaling forward, the cyborg led his eager soldiers across the plains that separated them from Super Buu, Freelorn Village, and the United Army. Although he could not claim to predict the future by any means whatsoever, the android was nevertheless enthused about the trials that waited for him on the horizon.
An hour or so later, Seventeen and his forces were ushered into Super Buu?s camp by a few stocky guards. The android smiled at the men as he turned around and nodded to his troops. Although they had all fallen silent over half a mile back, it was apparent that none of them had lost that aura of anticipation that had been bred back at Brinstar. Nevertheless, now that his men had arrived, the android knew he had some matters to attend to elsewhere in the camp.
?I want you guys to all attempt to relax, but I warn all of your to stay frosty. We all know that this city belongs to the enemy, but by no means does that mean we can?t fall under attack. Be wary of spies, assassins, sabateuors, or anything our vile adversaries may send against us in order to gain an early advantage. Keep your guys on you at all times and be aware of your surroundings. I can?t ensure I know when we are moving to the village, so for the time-being, just get pumped. Let adrenaline and valor fuel you as we make final preparations?dismissed!? The android ordered.
In a matter of seconds, his men had dispersed into the camp, and with a smile of satisfaction upon his ivory visage, Seventeen marched over to his destination?Super Buu?s camp. Once he verified with his soldier which tent he sought, the cyborg broke into a sprint and burst through the entry flap of the golem?s temporary abode.
?I?m here,? Seventeen decreed, his tone laced with the level of talent one would expect from the star of a soap opera. Super Buu glanced over at his leader and shook his head is disbelief.
?Nice to see you too,? the magical construct muttered, motioning with a hand for his commander to join him at an unfolded map of the region. ?Now let?s make some strategy or something.?
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