12-20-2006, 09:28 PM
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.
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.