12-13-2006, 05:42 AM
Seventeen let out a heavy sigh as he led his men over yet another prominence. After a few days, his battalion was experiencing a complete and utter lack of luck. There was nothing but endless plains for as far as the naked eye could see, and the android was running out of things to tell to his men to keep them preoccupied. Hours had become days in an almost insane span of time, and hope was beginning to dwindle for the android.
?Do you think we?re going to wander this nightmare for the rest of this awful war?? Paige asked, shuffling nervously as the slight chill of the night air pierced her taut, revealing outfit. Seventeen glanced over at the woman and shrugged his shoulders?it hurt the machine-hybrid on so many levels to be so unable to answer the woman?s question. After all, he was supposed to be able to support her and protect her, and the entire situation was like a giant slap in his face.
?There has to be some sort of exit to these plains,? Seventeen whispered after an awkward silence. ?I know the people behind this games creation are a bit sadistic, but I don?t think they?d create an infinite loop in order to trap people. That?d make things boring and detrimental to the show?s ratings,? the machine-hybrid snickered at his analysis. Despite the validity of the statement, it also showed how dispensable everyone in the ?contest? was to the bigwigs behind Conquest?s creation.
?There?s an encampment on the horizon, Commander!? One of the snipers decreed, his tone conveying an overabundance of glee. Within seconds, the news spread throughout the columns and everyone was teeming with happiness; however, their leader remained as apathetic to the news as possible. There was no telling what his battalion was going to find at the encampment: Friend?or foe?
With a wave of his hand, Seventeen relayed the message back to his boys for them to be silent. A moment pervaded as the noise died down, and once he was content, the machine-hybrid smiled and led his soldiers down the hill. Like a wave, the Outcasts poured down the knoll and bunched up near the front of the small cabin. As far as Seventeen could initially perceive, the only being in the region was a lone saiya-jin.
?Hmm?? The monkey-hybrid said?his identity apparent to the cyborg long before his central processor took the time to process the information. Although they had never actually carried a conversation, Raditzu was someone that the Seventeen knew in-depth. The long-haired warrior had been present at many events along with the android dating all the way back to the war with the CIA many moons prior.
?Raditzu,? Seventeen muttered, the saiya-jin arching an eyebrow at the acknowledgement of his name. The android sighed, but the fact that his identity was unknown to such a famous person didn?t surprise him very much. ?My name is Seventeen and I am the Commander of one the three remaining factions participating in this war?the Outcasts. If you?d be interested, you could fight alongside my men and I and crack some of those stuck-up bastards? skulls,? Seventeen extended his hand toward the motionless saiya-jin, but then a cold shiver ran down his spine.
?Ehh,? Raditzu remarked, staring down at the cybernetic warrior?s outstretched hand. It was at that moment that the android?s sixth sense picked up a familiar source of energy?one that Seventeen would never forget until he ceased to exist.
?Minoshia,? the cyborg growled. The very mention of the monster triggered the usually collected android to feel his internal temperatures swell. Clenching his fingers, the cyborg bowed slightly to Raditzu in an attempt to keep his composure when addressing the saiya-jin warrior. ?I will let you dwell on your decision, sir, but for now I have business to attend to.?
Ordering his men around the freelancer, Seventeen marched forward until the opposing force came into his view. At their helm was the self-proclaimed ?Dark Prince? with a smug expression plastered across his vile countenance. The konat had once fought alongside the android in an effort to stave of an invasion, but his murder of an innocent child had severed the ties between Seventeen and the tyrant. Their last encounter had shaken one of Dante?s continents to its core and left the machine-hybrid as nothing more than a charred crater.
Yet this abominable murderer still breaths? Seventeen frowned, his mind already made up about what to do with the current scenario.
?Retribution,? the Commander of the Outcasts screamed, raising his fists into the air. His men followed suit as their adrenaline began to skyrocket in response to the looming prospect of sinking their teeth into a skirmish fueled their thoughts. War would soon be upon the Unforgiving Plains, and not a soul would remain unaltered by the events to transpire.
OOC: War. It's as simple as that audience.
?Do you think we?re going to wander this nightmare for the rest of this awful war?? Paige asked, shuffling nervously as the slight chill of the night air pierced her taut, revealing outfit. Seventeen glanced over at the woman and shrugged his shoulders?it hurt the machine-hybrid on so many levels to be so unable to answer the woman?s question. After all, he was supposed to be able to support her and protect her, and the entire situation was like a giant slap in his face.
?There has to be some sort of exit to these plains,? Seventeen whispered after an awkward silence. ?I know the people behind this games creation are a bit sadistic, but I don?t think they?d create an infinite loop in order to trap people. That?d make things boring and detrimental to the show?s ratings,? the machine-hybrid snickered at his analysis. Despite the validity of the statement, it also showed how dispensable everyone in the ?contest? was to the bigwigs behind Conquest?s creation.
?There?s an encampment on the horizon, Commander!? One of the snipers decreed, his tone conveying an overabundance of glee. Within seconds, the news spread throughout the columns and everyone was teeming with happiness; however, their leader remained as apathetic to the news as possible. There was no telling what his battalion was going to find at the encampment: Friend?or foe?
With a wave of his hand, Seventeen relayed the message back to his boys for them to be silent. A moment pervaded as the noise died down, and once he was content, the machine-hybrid smiled and led his soldiers down the hill. Like a wave, the Outcasts poured down the knoll and bunched up near the front of the small cabin. As far as Seventeen could initially perceive, the only being in the region was a lone saiya-jin.
?Hmm?? The monkey-hybrid said?his identity apparent to the cyborg long before his central processor took the time to process the information. Although they had never actually carried a conversation, Raditzu was someone that the Seventeen knew in-depth. The long-haired warrior had been present at many events along with the android dating all the way back to the war with the CIA many moons prior.
?Raditzu,? Seventeen muttered, the saiya-jin arching an eyebrow at the acknowledgement of his name. The android sighed, but the fact that his identity was unknown to such a famous person didn?t surprise him very much. ?My name is Seventeen and I am the Commander of one the three remaining factions participating in this war?the Outcasts. If you?d be interested, you could fight alongside my men and I and crack some of those stuck-up bastards? skulls,? Seventeen extended his hand toward the motionless saiya-jin, but then a cold shiver ran down his spine.
?Ehh,? Raditzu remarked, staring down at the cybernetic warrior?s outstretched hand. It was at that moment that the android?s sixth sense picked up a familiar source of energy?one that Seventeen would never forget until he ceased to exist.
?Minoshia,? the cyborg growled. The very mention of the monster triggered the usually collected android to feel his internal temperatures swell. Clenching his fingers, the cyborg bowed slightly to Raditzu in an attempt to keep his composure when addressing the saiya-jin warrior. ?I will let you dwell on your decision, sir, but for now I have business to attend to.?
Ordering his men around the freelancer, Seventeen marched forward until the opposing force came into his view. At their helm was the self-proclaimed ?Dark Prince? with a smug expression plastered across his vile countenance. The konat had once fought alongside the android in an effort to stave of an invasion, but his murder of an innocent child had severed the ties between Seventeen and the tyrant. Their last encounter had shaken one of Dante?s continents to its core and left the machine-hybrid as nothing more than a charred crater.
Yet this abominable murderer still breaths? Seventeen frowned, his mind already made up about what to do with the current scenario.
?Retribution,? the Commander of the Outcasts screamed, raising his fists into the air. His men followed suit as their adrenaline began to skyrocket in response to the looming prospect of sinking their teeth into a skirmish fueled their thoughts. War would soon be upon the Unforgiving Plains, and not a soul would remain unaltered by the events to transpire.
OOC: War. It's as simple as that audience.
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