05-10-2007, 12:39 AM
Lightning flashed, a jagged line drawn across the darkened sky illuminating the world below. Krakow! The resounding crash of thunder filled the forest, announcing the coming storm as men milled about the small factory nestled within. They scurried here and there, eager to fill a waiting truck with the final shipment of body armor for the day. Armtech, a military contract company, had been tasked with making these beauties for the world?s armed forces, and this complex was but one of hundreds that manufactured the high-tech gear.
Hunkered into their orange parkas, security guards roamed aimlessly inside the fence, their thoughts more concerned with their wives and children than on watching the forest around them. Theirs was a cushy job, no one knew this factory existed and nothing interesting ever happened aside from the random squirrel hitting the electrified fence. Two passed, exchanging a friendly nod and a small hello. All this was seen by a single man lying low in the wood line, hidden within a pile of wet foliage. Similar nigh-invisible mounds were around him, each marking the location of another seasoned soldier.
They were five all together, three human men, a sensual female, and a hulking Namekian. Their varying skills would all come in handy during the following raid and capture of the truck. Unfortunately, this mission would never be completed. As the leader leveled the sight of his scope towards the nearest guard he heard something. The sound of a snapping twig chilled him to the bone, more so than the frosty air ever could. Before he could roll onto his back, it was over. Thook-thook-thook-thook. The silenced weapons of the intruders had done their dirty work; his soldiers had been forever silenced and the blonde man found himself staring down the deadly barrel of a rifle.
?Conroy Alan Blue,? the masked man spoke, his tone making evident his hidden grin. ?Commander Red would like to extend his greetings, and his deep disappointment in how you turned out. It?s our hope that your successor will be a marked improvement in the formula.?
Blue closed his eyes and sighed. So this was it, huh? So be it. The blonde man heard that Hell was lovely this time of year. A gunshot rang out and his thoughts fled.
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Eyes opening, Blue groaned as he rose from bed. His alarm screech out its call as the man rubbed his temples. Every night it was the same nightmare, and the soldier was beginning to get worried. Surely Commander Red would never kill him, not the most skilled warrior in the Red Ribbon Army?s employ. It was all so confusing. Slapping the annoying buzzer, Conroy put the dream behind him as he readied himself for another day on the job.
Blue was just exiting his small bathroom, still wet and naked from his shower, when a knock came at the door.
?Come in,? he said, wrapping a towel around his waist as his visitor entered. There was no introduction as none was necessary. The man before him was nameless, referring to himself simply as the Taskmaster. Blue scowled, still perturbed that the asshole had the audacity to think himself better than Conroy. But, he kept his irritation hidden besides the small visual clue. The masked man was under the direct command of Red and it was he that gave Blue his orders. Just as always, the intruder simply dropped an envelope on his underling?s bed and exited, leaving the General to look over the papers alone.
?Hmph? Who do they think I am? Signing me up for some bullshit tournament to test my ?skills???
Reading through the paperwork, it seemed that everything had been taken care of at least. All the relevant information had been submitted and even a video of his last training exercise against the lower enlisted. A hundred to one odds weren?t much of a challenge, not to the man who?d risen to the heights of his order?s rank in less than a decade. Blue sighed, and dressed himself. It was definitely going to be a long day.
(OOC: Good enough?)
Hunkered into their orange parkas, security guards roamed aimlessly inside the fence, their thoughts more concerned with their wives and children than on watching the forest around them. Theirs was a cushy job, no one knew this factory existed and nothing interesting ever happened aside from the random squirrel hitting the electrified fence. Two passed, exchanging a friendly nod and a small hello. All this was seen by a single man lying low in the wood line, hidden within a pile of wet foliage. Similar nigh-invisible mounds were around him, each marking the location of another seasoned soldier.
They were five all together, three human men, a sensual female, and a hulking Namekian. Their varying skills would all come in handy during the following raid and capture of the truck. Unfortunately, this mission would never be completed. As the leader leveled the sight of his scope towards the nearest guard he heard something. The sound of a snapping twig chilled him to the bone, more so than the frosty air ever could. Before he could roll onto his back, it was over. Thook-thook-thook-thook. The silenced weapons of the intruders had done their dirty work; his soldiers had been forever silenced and the blonde man found himself staring down the deadly barrel of a rifle.
?Conroy Alan Blue,? the masked man spoke, his tone making evident his hidden grin. ?Commander Red would like to extend his greetings, and his deep disappointment in how you turned out. It?s our hope that your successor will be a marked improvement in the formula.?
Blue closed his eyes and sighed. So this was it, huh? So be it. The blonde man heard that Hell was lovely this time of year. A gunshot rang out and his thoughts fled.
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Eyes opening, Blue groaned as he rose from bed. His alarm screech out its call as the man rubbed his temples. Every night it was the same nightmare, and the soldier was beginning to get worried. Surely Commander Red would never kill him, not the most skilled warrior in the Red Ribbon Army?s employ. It was all so confusing. Slapping the annoying buzzer, Conroy put the dream behind him as he readied himself for another day on the job.
Blue was just exiting his small bathroom, still wet and naked from his shower, when a knock came at the door.
?Come in,? he said, wrapping a towel around his waist as his visitor entered. There was no introduction as none was necessary. The man before him was nameless, referring to himself simply as the Taskmaster. Blue scowled, still perturbed that the asshole had the audacity to think himself better than Conroy. But, he kept his irritation hidden besides the small visual clue. The masked man was under the direct command of Red and it was he that gave Blue his orders. Just as always, the intruder simply dropped an envelope on his underling?s bed and exited, leaving the General to look over the papers alone.
?Hmph? Who do they think I am? Signing me up for some bullshit tournament to test my ?skills???
Reading through the paperwork, it seemed that everything had been taken care of at least. All the relevant information had been submitted and even a video of his last training exercise against the lower enlisted. A hundred to one odds weren?t much of a challenge, not to the man who?d risen to the heights of his order?s rank in less than a decade. Blue sighed, and dressed himself. It was definitely going to be a long day.
(OOC: Good enough?)