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Looks like the Black Marchers have finally mobilized and done what they have threatened to do. Took them about a month or two, but with the disspearance of one of their high ranking men, but they finally did what they threatened to do.
We can't very well give them the guy back. He's unfortunately in the Eastern Sea feeding fish at the moment. Not that it would matter if he hadn't died. The Vamberschwa essentially turned his mind to jelley, and caused him to go insane. No tongue, had to be force fed, sometimes I wonder if we use the Verbenschwa a little too readily.
Not so good friend, we use the Verbenschwa just as it's needed. Although I am a little concerned with some of your agents. They have become unpredictable, and some of them overtly cruel and vicious.
I can not liquidate my agents unless you want to be sending the Verbenschwa to be doing your dirty work for you. We can not disband all of the agents.
You mean liquidate.
The point is, the agents are a fine example of how to deal with people. They scrw up or make enemies out of the State, we come along and grind them into dust. Clean, effective, and simple.
You seem to be rather out of touch with your agents, as with the business on the Frozen shore and several other instances where they have burned buildings to the ground for no reason whatsoever.
You mean to dispose evidence?
I think that's more evidence when you burn the entire building down for no reason whatsoever. The agents are crazy as hell, and I have a list twenty yards long full of names of agents that are all but rogue.
That is not my problem. It is dictated that they are allowed to do whatever is needed in order to complete the mission. That includes murder and arson.
That is not a logical arguement that you are waging here with me. But anyways, what have the Black Marchers done at this point.
Gladly. The Black Marchers have taken an entire hotel hostage in New York, and are threatening to kill one hostage for every hour that the man is not returned to them. The media is already in a firestorm of frenzy, and three hostages have been shot so far. What are your orders sir?
Issue a press release condeming this and offering to look for the man if they stop killing hostages. That should give us enough time to scramble a Black Ops team to infiltrate the building.
Black Ops will not cut it this time sir, unfortunately. They know what Black Ops men look like, and they mentioned that there is enough plastic explosive at the base of the hotel to completely destroy the building.
Damn it all to hell, that destroys any plans I originally had.
We could send in the agents sir....
Absolutely not, there is already enough colaterall damage and blood spilt for the media to tear us down. The agents will botch this up just like they have botched other assignments up.
Mayhaps you could give them another chance sir.
Why should I do that? Because they are good? I can't fault them for that, but they leave enough blood behind to fill absolute oceans! The agents are a liability and something that we should eliminate entirely.
The Vamberschwa were created to do the darkest work, the agents were created to do what they were commanded to do unquestioningly and to the letter.
Unfortunately many of their commands do not include the phrase "Kill only what is neccessary." There are approximitely seven thousand bodies of mercenaries and civilian blue collar workers that need to be buried on our soil, and that needs to be done quietly. We've blamed what your agent group did at that pancake house, that mansion, and the castle on airplane crashes, but the public is not going to continue to believe that airplanes fall from the sky and conveinantly crash into large fortified areas for no reason whatsoever.
Alright, we had nothing to do with that mansion. The general himself seemed to know that we were coming with all his poking about and rigged the place to go. The castle was also not our fault; the man insisted upon being a general ass and not surrendering so we had no choice but to take the entire place down.
It's a good thing that the military does not have a black ops agency like the main government has, otherwise they would have advocated an airstrike on the place. Then we would have had to kill the pilots, but men can always be replaced.
Let's not get sidetracked here though. I can send in some agents on a HALO paradrop and get them to land on the roof, move down through the building taking out assorted Black Marchers and rescuing everyone that they can. It's so perfect I think I'll write it down and frame it in my office.
Everything is good on paper. Communism. The breeder reactor. A sub with a screen door. Point is, your agents are a little volatile for such a thing like this.
Listen sir, with all due respect, we can do this if you let us try. We truly can, just give us the green light and the media will love the government for their daring operation to rescue the hostages. This might cause stability to settle down in the eastern regions as well.
This is a risky thing here old friend. If we are not careful, this is going to turn into a bloodbath and we need every bit of praise that we can get. You hear me, correct?
Yes sir, I do.
Then listen closely. If the agent program fails in this task, they are going to be liquidated. So fast that the bodies will still be warm when we set them on fire. You understand correct?
Yes sir.
You also understand that there will be a Verbenschwa and a black ops team standing by in case that the agents go rogue, correct?
Yes sir.
Good. Now the only question is, what team are you going to pick?
I think I have just the one sir....
I would do an ominous laugh right now if I knew what you were talking about.
We can't very well give them the guy back. He's unfortunately in the Eastern Sea feeding fish at the moment. Not that it would matter if he hadn't died. The Vamberschwa essentially turned his mind to jelley, and caused him to go insane. No tongue, had to be force fed, sometimes I wonder if we use the Verbenschwa a little too readily.
Not so good friend, we use the Verbenschwa just as it's needed. Although I am a little concerned with some of your agents. They have become unpredictable, and some of them overtly cruel and vicious.
I can not liquidate my agents unless you want to be sending the Verbenschwa to be doing your dirty work for you. We can not disband all of the agents.
You mean liquidate.
The point is, the agents are a fine example of how to deal with people. They scrw up or make enemies out of the State, we come along and grind them into dust. Clean, effective, and simple.
You seem to be rather out of touch with your agents, as with the business on the Frozen shore and several other instances where they have burned buildings to the ground for no reason whatsoever.
You mean to dispose evidence?
I think that's more evidence when you burn the entire building down for no reason whatsoever. The agents are crazy as hell, and I have a list twenty yards long full of names of agents that are all but rogue.
That is not my problem. It is dictated that they are allowed to do whatever is needed in order to complete the mission. That includes murder and arson.
That is not a logical arguement that you are waging here with me. But anyways, what have the Black Marchers done at this point.
Gladly. The Black Marchers have taken an entire hotel hostage in New York, and are threatening to kill one hostage for every hour that the man is not returned to them. The media is already in a firestorm of frenzy, and three hostages have been shot so far. What are your orders sir?
Issue a press release condeming this and offering to look for the man if they stop killing hostages. That should give us enough time to scramble a Black Ops team to infiltrate the building.
Black Ops will not cut it this time sir, unfortunately. They know what Black Ops men look like, and they mentioned that there is enough plastic explosive at the base of the hotel to completely destroy the building.
Damn it all to hell, that destroys any plans I originally had.
We could send in the agents sir....
Absolutely not, there is already enough colaterall damage and blood spilt for the media to tear us down. The agents will botch this up just like they have botched other assignments up.
Mayhaps you could give them another chance sir.
Why should I do that? Because they are good? I can't fault them for that, but they leave enough blood behind to fill absolute oceans! The agents are a liability and something that we should eliminate entirely.
The Vamberschwa were created to do the darkest work, the agents were created to do what they were commanded to do unquestioningly and to the letter.
Unfortunately many of their commands do not include the phrase "Kill only what is neccessary." There are approximitely seven thousand bodies of mercenaries and civilian blue collar workers that need to be buried on our soil, and that needs to be done quietly. We've blamed what your agent group did at that pancake house, that mansion, and the castle on airplane crashes, but the public is not going to continue to believe that airplanes fall from the sky and conveinantly crash into large fortified areas for no reason whatsoever.
Alright, we had nothing to do with that mansion. The general himself seemed to know that we were coming with all his poking about and rigged the place to go. The castle was also not our fault; the man insisted upon being a general ass and not surrendering so we had no choice but to take the entire place down.
It's a good thing that the military does not have a black ops agency like the main government has, otherwise they would have advocated an airstrike on the place. Then we would have had to kill the pilots, but men can always be replaced.
Let's not get sidetracked here though. I can send in some agents on a HALO paradrop and get them to land on the roof, move down through the building taking out assorted Black Marchers and rescuing everyone that they can. It's so perfect I think I'll write it down and frame it in my office.
Everything is good on paper. Communism. The breeder reactor. A sub with a screen door. Point is, your agents are a little volatile for such a thing like this.
Listen sir, with all due respect, we can do this if you let us try. We truly can, just give us the green light and the media will love the government for their daring operation to rescue the hostages. This might cause stability to settle down in the eastern regions as well.
This is a risky thing here old friend. If we are not careful, this is going to turn into a bloodbath and we need every bit of praise that we can get. You hear me, correct?
Yes sir, I do.
Then listen closely. If the agent program fails in this task, they are going to be liquidated. So fast that the bodies will still be warm when we set them on fire. You understand correct?
Yes sir.
You also understand that there will be a Verbenschwa and a black ops team standing by in case that the agents go rogue, correct?
Yes sir.
Good. Now the only question is, what team are you going to pick?
I think I have just the one sir....
I would do an ominous laugh right now if I knew what you were talking about.
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"I hate my life," muttered Cambridge.
"Now men, these suits that you are wearing are Pressure Armor. This armor has been specially made to keep your pressure inside of the armor like that at sea level. If you happen to breach your suit on the way down, godspeed with you. I believe the abridged term used by the tech boys was something along the lines of 'three sticks of dynamite in a watermelon'. The armor will also allow you to hit a higher terminal velocity of apporximitely one kilometer per ten seconds, and the drag parachute you are equipped with will be automatically adapted to your surroundings so that no one can spot you. Parachutes should be opened up at approximitely two kilometers away from rooftop, keep your weapons attached to you with ripcords. Silencers are already on, do not attempt to remove them or attempt to fire loud weapons. Avoid hostage casualties, Washington wants less than one dead civilian. Also, your armor will not take to many bullets, so that is food for thought. And Oxford, Epsilon, restrain yourself here or you will be pitched off the roof of the hotel."
"Yes sir." they mumbled together.
"Very good. Now then, who wants to go first?" Yulai looked at them all with expecting eyes.
Nobody stepped forward at that. They were approximitely one hundred kilometers up in the atmosphere, a long way down, and if Cambridge peeked out over the void were the bay doors were on the Aurora, he could five major cities at once. Even in a commercial jet liner at fifty thousand meters, you didn't see stuff like that.
"Don't make me select one of you at random."
"Why don't you go Yulai?!" Epsilon piped up, the big man cupping his hands around his visor even though he was saying everything over the comms. "That's a great idea right?"
Yulai did not look interested in diving out that door. "Line up," he said.
They all assembled next to the open bay doors, the wind whistling in a high pitched scream. "On three fellows, we all jump. All right... THREE!"
Not one of them moved. Yulai sighed in an irritable manner. "Alright, the person who wants to go first, step forward."
There was a clatter of boots and a hushed silence before Cambridge realized that he was left out in front of them all. "Not going first," he said as Yulai stepped up. "I'll go first if everyone goes with me."
"Unfortunately that can't happen Cambridge."
"Then I will now tell you all to go fuuuuuuuuuuu-" the insult that Cambridge had been making was drowned out as he plummted out of aircraft. Yulai put his arms back down by his side, and turned back to the others. "Alrighty then, who wants to go next?"
In response, Oxford pushed them all out of the Aurora.
"I hate all of you!" Cambridge was shouting as the other black shapes plummeted out of the sky above him. "The second we touch down I'm going to kill all of you, or pull your entrails out and strangle you to death with them!" His wors were wasted though, as Oxford was busy screaming out words of pure joy of what he was doing.
They plunged down for kilometers, New York growing bigger by the second, the massive metropolis a heinous thing to behold. Massive factories belched out smoke as they went about their business, and crystal skyscrapers reached up to claw at the sky with their kilometer long talons. Heinous and beutiful at the same time, something that many people did not say for things such as this.
Three kilometers up from the rooftop, Cambridge pulled the cord, his entire frame jerked up as the sudden reverse in his descent took place. Now he simply drifted like a gossamer bubble on the wind, free and eternally unbound... for now.
The reports had been right at the very least; the outside of the hotel that the Black Marchers occupied had turned into a media circus with hundreds of vans pulled up along with police decked out in riot gear, firefighters in heavy clothing, along with paramedics and their ambulances. Human suffering always brought great droves of people, and that was always the case, even here. In the event of the bombs going off underneath the building, everyone in the hotel and in the street would be killed instantly and horribly. Not that the civilians seemed to care at all, more interested in the spectacle than anything else.
The parachute detached itself the second he touched the rooftop, collapsing into a cloth heap on the rooftop as Cambridge dusted himself off and checked the weapons. All in order, and he flicked off the safetys.
The others landed shortly afterward, not nearly so smooth as Cambridge. Epsilon and Yulai were good, but got crushed by Nova, Theta and Oxford as they fell down on top of them, Delta smashing into them. For once he did not have a sniper rifle strapped onto his back, although he would have if he could have.
"Check your weapons," Yulai whispered over the comm lines. "Get ready to rock and roll."
They entered from the top of the building, Cambridge taking point. Yulai didn't want either of the ballistic agents up front to do anything stupid, which was about as likely to happen as the sun rising in the morning.
A Black Marcher stepped out into the hallway, lighting a cigarette and turning to look in the direction that Cambridge was coming from. Two sharp clicks, and the man was down, his head already bleeding. Stepping lightly over his body, he checked the weapon once more, then lightly pushed the door into the room open, turning around the corner sharply as he did so.
Three Black Marchers, three shots apiece. All went down silently, and Cambridge motioned for the others to come up. They freed the hostages silently, but did not remove their blindfolds.
All other rooms on this floor were empty. Yulai tapped Oxford and Epsilon on the shoulder, motioning towards the elevator. Oxford understood, and pulled out a dark red crowbar, using it to pry the doors open. Nova and Theta latched onto the elevator cables and slid down the shaft with their helmet's Tactical flashlights on and shining. Disabling the bombs was their priority, and they would carry it out to the last.
The next two floors had only single rooms where the Black Marchers had made their quarters. The Marchers themselves were given no quarter, their throats slit silently while they slept. No hostages were to be taken, the Commander had said, and so the agents obeyed to the letter.
Augustus broke in at that point over the comm lines. "They are getting ready to kill a hostage on the floor below you fellows, move now if you want to prevent a civilian death."
They moved quickly down the staircase, Yulai right behind Cambridge as he moved forward, the light assualt rifle gripped gently in his hands. They moved down a long carpeted hallway with cream wallpaper to the largest suite, where they found the Black Marcher illuminated in the spotlight with a gun to the hostage's chin. Four silent clicks to the kneecap, and the man dropped the gun, let go of the hostage, and dropped to one knee. Over the ledge he went as he did so, his knee dropping onto empty air.
By now the Black Marchers were mobilizing with their leaders sudden silence. Four stormed up the staircase with compact Dai-Ichii submachine guns in hand, only to meet their end as Epsilon and Oxford carved them up with knives. Blood spattered the cream wallpaper in a ghastly fashion, but the agents paid no attention. They had a job to do.
"Wait here guys, I'm going to check out this room." Cambridge moved forward, opening the door slightly into the lightly lit room. No one in there. He began to move down the hallway when the arms came around his neck and clamped down. The barrel of a hangun pressed up against his helmet as the Black Marcher shouted at the other agents in Slavic, something along the lines of telling them to put down their weapons.
Nova and Theta popped out of the elevator shaft on their way back up to rendezvous with the other agents, spotting the Black Marcher. They crept up silently from behind, put a gun up to his head, making it clear that they were looking for a fight. One gunshot later and the Black Marcher's brains against the wallpaper and the carpet, and freeing a grateful Cambridge.
Only a few occupied floors remained now. Yulai handed Cambridge, Delta, Theta, and Nova grappling hooks and nodded towards them. They knew what to do now.
"Ready?" Theta's voice echoed over the four's private comm lines. "Go."
The leaped backwards out of the shattered window, down the wall of the building to the next floor's windows. The Black Marchers were all facing the door, beginning to turn around as the powerful boots the agents were wearing smashed through the glass. All dropped with bullets in their eyes, the hostages scrambling out of their slackened grip.
"Was that the last room?"
"Think it was. Let's get the others and tell them that was it. They should have cleared the other one by now."
"Easier than I expected."
"Almost too easy.... where are the other Black Marchers then? This can't be their entire strength. Where could they possibly be?"
"No doubt we will be finding that out shortly."
"Now men, these suits that you are wearing are Pressure Armor. This armor has been specially made to keep your pressure inside of the armor like that at sea level. If you happen to breach your suit on the way down, godspeed with you. I believe the abridged term used by the tech boys was something along the lines of 'three sticks of dynamite in a watermelon'. The armor will also allow you to hit a higher terminal velocity of apporximitely one kilometer per ten seconds, and the drag parachute you are equipped with will be automatically adapted to your surroundings so that no one can spot you. Parachutes should be opened up at approximitely two kilometers away from rooftop, keep your weapons attached to you with ripcords. Silencers are already on, do not attempt to remove them or attempt to fire loud weapons. Avoid hostage casualties, Washington wants less than one dead civilian. Also, your armor will not take to many bullets, so that is food for thought. And Oxford, Epsilon, restrain yourself here or you will be pitched off the roof of the hotel."
"Yes sir." they mumbled together.
"Very good. Now then, who wants to go first?" Yulai looked at them all with expecting eyes.
Nobody stepped forward at that. They were approximitely one hundred kilometers up in the atmosphere, a long way down, and if Cambridge peeked out over the void were the bay doors were on the Aurora, he could five major cities at once. Even in a commercial jet liner at fifty thousand meters, you didn't see stuff like that.
"Don't make me select one of you at random."
"Why don't you go Yulai?!" Epsilon piped up, the big man cupping his hands around his visor even though he was saying everything over the comms. "That's a great idea right?"
Yulai did not look interested in diving out that door. "Line up," he said.
They all assembled next to the open bay doors, the wind whistling in a high pitched scream. "On three fellows, we all jump. All right... THREE!"
Not one of them moved. Yulai sighed in an irritable manner. "Alright, the person who wants to go first, step forward."
There was a clatter of boots and a hushed silence before Cambridge realized that he was left out in front of them all. "Not going first," he said as Yulai stepped up. "I'll go first if everyone goes with me."
"Unfortunately that can't happen Cambridge."
"Then I will now tell you all to go fuuuuuuuuuuu-" the insult that Cambridge had been making was drowned out as he plummted out of aircraft. Yulai put his arms back down by his side, and turned back to the others. "Alrighty then, who wants to go next?"
In response, Oxford pushed them all out of the Aurora.
"I hate all of you!" Cambridge was shouting as the other black shapes plummeted out of the sky above him. "The second we touch down I'm going to kill all of you, or pull your entrails out and strangle you to death with them!" His wors were wasted though, as Oxford was busy screaming out words of pure joy of what he was doing.
They plunged down for kilometers, New York growing bigger by the second, the massive metropolis a heinous thing to behold. Massive factories belched out smoke as they went about their business, and crystal skyscrapers reached up to claw at the sky with their kilometer long talons. Heinous and beutiful at the same time, something that many people did not say for things such as this.
Three kilometers up from the rooftop, Cambridge pulled the cord, his entire frame jerked up as the sudden reverse in his descent took place. Now he simply drifted like a gossamer bubble on the wind, free and eternally unbound... for now.
The reports had been right at the very least; the outside of the hotel that the Black Marchers occupied had turned into a media circus with hundreds of vans pulled up along with police decked out in riot gear, firefighters in heavy clothing, along with paramedics and their ambulances. Human suffering always brought great droves of people, and that was always the case, even here. In the event of the bombs going off underneath the building, everyone in the hotel and in the street would be killed instantly and horribly. Not that the civilians seemed to care at all, more interested in the spectacle than anything else.
The parachute detached itself the second he touched the rooftop, collapsing into a cloth heap on the rooftop as Cambridge dusted himself off and checked the weapons. All in order, and he flicked off the safetys.
The others landed shortly afterward, not nearly so smooth as Cambridge. Epsilon and Yulai were good, but got crushed by Nova, Theta and Oxford as they fell down on top of them, Delta smashing into them. For once he did not have a sniper rifle strapped onto his back, although he would have if he could have.
"Check your weapons," Yulai whispered over the comm lines. "Get ready to rock and roll."
They entered from the top of the building, Cambridge taking point. Yulai didn't want either of the ballistic agents up front to do anything stupid, which was about as likely to happen as the sun rising in the morning.
A Black Marcher stepped out into the hallway, lighting a cigarette and turning to look in the direction that Cambridge was coming from. Two sharp clicks, and the man was down, his head already bleeding. Stepping lightly over his body, he checked the weapon once more, then lightly pushed the door into the room open, turning around the corner sharply as he did so.
Three Black Marchers, three shots apiece. All went down silently, and Cambridge motioned for the others to come up. They freed the hostages silently, but did not remove their blindfolds.
All other rooms on this floor were empty. Yulai tapped Oxford and Epsilon on the shoulder, motioning towards the elevator. Oxford understood, and pulled out a dark red crowbar, using it to pry the doors open. Nova and Theta latched onto the elevator cables and slid down the shaft with their helmet's Tactical flashlights on and shining. Disabling the bombs was their priority, and they would carry it out to the last.
The next two floors had only single rooms where the Black Marchers had made their quarters. The Marchers themselves were given no quarter, their throats slit silently while they slept. No hostages were to be taken, the Commander had said, and so the agents obeyed to the letter.
Augustus broke in at that point over the comm lines. "They are getting ready to kill a hostage on the floor below you fellows, move now if you want to prevent a civilian death."
They moved quickly down the staircase, Yulai right behind Cambridge as he moved forward, the light assualt rifle gripped gently in his hands. They moved down a long carpeted hallway with cream wallpaper to the largest suite, where they found the Black Marcher illuminated in the spotlight with a gun to the hostage's chin. Four silent clicks to the kneecap, and the man dropped the gun, let go of the hostage, and dropped to one knee. Over the ledge he went as he did so, his knee dropping onto empty air.
By now the Black Marchers were mobilizing with their leaders sudden silence. Four stormed up the staircase with compact Dai-Ichii submachine guns in hand, only to meet their end as Epsilon and Oxford carved them up with knives. Blood spattered the cream wallpaper in a ghastly fashion, but the agents paid no attention. They had a job to do.
"Wait here guys, I'm going to check out this room." Cambridge moved forward, opening the door slightly into the lightly lit room. No one in there. He began to move down the hallway when the arms came around his neck and clamped down. The barrel of a hangun pressed up against his helmet as the Black Marcher shouted at the other agents in Slavic, something along the lines of telling them to put down their weapons.
Nova and Theta popped out of the elevator shaft on their way back up to rendezvous with the other agents, spotting the Black Marcher. They crept up silently from behind, put a gun up to his head, making it clear that they were looking for a fight. One gunshot later and the Black Marcher's brains against the wallpaper and the carpet, and freeing a grateful Cambridge.
Only a few occupied floors remained now. Yulai handed Cambridge, Delta, Theta, and Nova grappling hooks and nodded towards them. They knew what to do now.
"Ready?" Theta's voice echoed over the four's private comm lines. "Go."
The leaped backwards out of the shattered window, down the wall of the building to the next floor's windows. The Black Marchers were all facing the door, beginning to turn around as the powerful boots the agents were wearing smashed through the glass. All dropped with bullets in their eyes, the hostages scrambling out of their slackened grip.
"Was that the last room?"
"Think it was. Let's get the others and tell them that was it. They should have cleared the other one by now."
"Easier than I expected."
"Almost too easy.... where are the other Black Marchers then? This can't be their entire strength. Where could they possibly be?"
"No doubt we will be finding that out shortly."
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Hey tycho, would you mind putting up all the links on the first page? thanks.
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Due to computer concerns, the next four updates will be realeased tomorrow. Sorry about that
It is fine! You release so much anyway!
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@hj-more than yoshi and you combined(MOARcat vs hj update PLZ?)
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Sorry about that, was overly occupied with the updates. Finishing up the front page now.
Mostly because I enjoy writing and love to make stories.
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I just finished reading Arson, Murder, and Pancakes. Epsilon is hilarious...I even put one of his lines in my sig.
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Caparin's Tale in the Deep Roads, part 2
Descent in the Heart of the Beast
Thoughtfully, he chewed on some jerky as he watched the rivers of molten fire trickle down into the depths. He'd descended into the crater as he was supposed to do, past a waterfall of icy liquid which descended down forever it seemed like. He'd had to camp in alcoves on the steps, and torches had been lit to fend anything off that might try to get him. Not that anything disturbed him of course. The legend of the Deep Roads was a fairy tale for little children to be scared of at night, tales involving the Rat King, Jon Jon Death, and the Ancient Ones that dwelt in the shadow of Lysi. All of them were tales, fabricated to interest people.
He moved down deeper with every day that he was in her, descending down to the bottom of the crater by the fifth day of his arrival at the entrance to this place. The walls were made out of obsidian it seemed like at first, until Caparin had tried to break some of it off to fashion a knife. It was tougher and rung like a bell being struck, and after that he had not bothered the stone again. It was an odd find, but interesting at the same time.
He'd found skeletons as well; poor saps that had wandered into the place, fallen to their death or died of hunger when they couldn't find food. Albiet by this time, some young fruit trees grew near the entrance. They provided succulent fruit for him to eat and were quite small and compact as well, in an orange shade of sorts. These delectable oranges sustained him when he did not want to tap into his stores of meat and dried rations.
The bottom of the crater was shaped like an egg, with jagged vaulted cielings raised up around the bottom revealing a passage way into a hellish world that Caparin could not believe for a time. Liquid fire ran in rivulets and rivers, flames dancing upon it's surface as the slurry went downward into the abyss. That was the only way out of the crater so, so he took it.
The tunnels went down for quite awhile, sloping downward and upwards, doubling back on itself and twisting in loops. Fire crackled on where it was, and the light provided by it and some loose soil allowed some trees to grow as well, allowing Caparin to resupply his dwindling fruit supply, and some tiny creeks of water that ran down the tunnels with him. That was a good stroke of fortune, otherwise his life would have come to an end eventually.
As he got deeper into the tunnels though, everything began to get a bit more spooky as time went on. Namely the general atmosphere... he just couldn't name what it was exactly...
The amber he found down here was spooky enough, glowing like eyes that watched him as he went forth and did his work. Creepy as hell, and they were just the prelude. Large, crude paintings were on some of the walls, depicting horrible scenes of death and violence, and Caparin could not help but stop and look at them each time he saw one.
Now he stood on the lip of another crater, this one going down for seemingly kilometers, till the very bottom was obscured by a foggy mist who's tendrils wrapped up the inside face of the crater, grasping for a new friend... or dinner.
Now he had two options. Descend below and look for the healing plant that would save Joshua's life, or go back empty handed and let his leader die slowly. He'd probably be beaten to death on that count, not something he looked forward to.
He shouldered his pack, and went down the stairs into the next crater, the fire illuminating his path as he went, and the water trickling beside of him. He had a job to do, and he wouldn't stop till it was finished.
Descent in the Heart of the Beast
Thoughtfully, he chewed on some jerky as he watched the rivers of molten fire trickle down into the depths. He'd descended into the crater as he was supposed to do, past a waterfall of icy liquid which descended down forever it seemed like. He'd had to camp in alcoves on the steps, and torches had been lit to fend anything off that might try to get him. Not that anything disturbed him of course. The legend of the Deep Roads was a fairy tale for little children to be scared of at night, tales involving the Rat King, Jon Jon Death, and the Ancient Ones that dwelt in the shadow of Lysi. All of them were tales, fabricated to interest people.
He moved down deeper with every day that he was in her, descending down to the bottom of the crater by the fifth day of his arrival at the entrance to this place. The walls were made out of obsidian it seemed like at first, until Caparin had tried to break some of it off to fashion a knife. It was tougher and rung like a bell being struck, and after that he had not bothered the stone again. It was an odd find, but interesting at the same time.
He'd found skeletons as well; poor saps that had wandered into the place, fallen to their death or died of hunger when they couldn't find food. Albiet by this time, some young fruit trees grew near the entrance. They provided succulent fruit for him to eat and were quite small and compact as well, in an orange shade of sorts. These delectable oranges sustained him when he did not want to tap into his stores of meat and dried rations.
The bottom of the crater was shaped like an egg, with jagged vaulted cielings raised up around the bottom revealing a passage way into a hellish world that Caparin could not believe for a time. Liquid fire ran in rivulets and rivers, flames dancing upon it's surface as the slurry went downward into the abyss. That was the only way out of the crater so, so he took it.
The tunnels went down for quite awhile, sloping downward and upwards, doubling back on itself and twisting in loops. Fire crackled on where it was, and the light provided by it and some loose soil allowed some trees to grow as well, allowing Caparin to resupply his dwindling fruit supply, and some tiny creeks of water that ran down the tunnels with him. That was a good stroke of fortune, otherwise his life would have come to an end eventually.
As he got deeper into the tunnels though, everything began to get a bit more spooky as time went on. Namely the general atmosphere... he just couldn't name what it was exactly...
The amber he found down here was spooky enough, glowing like eyes that watched him as he went forth and did his work. Creepy as hell, and they were just the prelude. Large, crude paintings were on some of the walls, depicting horrible scenes of death and violence, and Caparin could not help but stop and look at them each time he saw one.
Now he stood on the lip of another crater, this one going down for seemingly kilometers, till the very bottom was obscured by a foggy mist who's tendrils wrapped up the inside face of the crater, grasping for a new friend... or dinner.
Now he had two options. Descend below and look for the healing plant that would save Joshua's life, or go back empty handed and let his leader die slowly. He'd probably be beaten to death on that count, not something he looked forward to.
He shouldered his pack, and went down the stairs into the next crater, the fire illuminating his path as he went, and the water trickling beside of him. He had a job to do, and he wouldn't stop till it was finished.
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It doesn't matter how long or short your updates are, every time it's the same. I just want more
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of what I just said.
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Due to a variety of circumstances, the current page is shutting down due to multiple infractions of rules that were set forth. The following account was banned and will not be reinstated.
Due to such work, you are currently being tracked by a variety of sources. Do not try to stop anybody that attempts to come to your house and arrest you. You will be prosectued with the full force of the law.
Thank you for complying with forum security, Raveni. You will not be executed for your crimes here.
I believe the appropriate term I will use now is... damn you. Forum can go to a blender and jam thier tongues in it for all I care.
My last messages from this server will be broadcast soon people. Standby for the refrain and last notes of what goes down here.
Everything that I have previously mentioned will come to light. Agents, the Deep Roads Project, the Verbenschwa, everything that has happened including the murders on the Frozen Shore and the hotel raid done by black ops members. Soon everyone will see it and they can not stop me.
I probably do not need to say this but I will anyways; no matter what they do to me, you that have read these notes will no everything that I have written and discussed. I thank you all for the good work and support that you have given me. This may be the end of my life, but it is not the end of the dream. You can not silence an idea, nor a dream once it has been passed on to other people. Maybe soon people will realize and know that.
Until next time people, godspeed and good luck.
May the State become what it once was.
Goodbye for now.
"So what do we do now Yulai?" Cambridge took a drag on his cigarette as he lounged in the soft armchair. Smoke curled up from the tip of the cigarette as it dangled precariously from his fingers. "Situation just went to hell in a handbasket, so what are we going to do about it? No orders from Washington? What is going on anyways?"
Oxford and Epsilon played a game of checkers in a corner of the safehouse room as Yulai paced. Theta and Nova just watched television, not giving half of a mouse fart about what was going on, and Delta merely polished his favorite sniper rifle as he counted out bullets and loaded them personally into each cartridge. The black, button down coat had it's hood drawn around their leader's head as his heavy boots thudded into the floor angrily, as if he was trying to stab open the floor.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, this is really, really, bad." Yulai muttered to himself as he paced. "How could this happen, we were so careful, and not this..."
"We know, we know. So what? One agent rebelled and absconded, what's the big deal Yulai?" Cambridge took a drag on his cigarette and puffed as he looked at Yulai angrily through his sunglasses. "Washington will just dispatch us to take the massive down, just like they always have, correct?"
"You don't understand Cambridge, so shut your damn mouth and for once in your life actually care about what your superiors are worried about!"
That shut him up, but only for a few minutes. "So what, we go and track down little Snowbell, deal with her, clean up her and our messes, report back to Washington, and enjoy some beer at the brewery. Clean, simple, and effective. Hell, we don't even have to report back to Washington for orders, we could just do that!"
"Snowbell is an adversary the likes of which we have not seen before. She is quite simply one of the best of us, and also the smartest. That makes her the most dangerous, and the one that was a liability should she ever try to rebel against us. Now that she has, we are stuck between the hammer and the steel here trying to wiggle our way out so that we can deal with this crisis. She knows everything about us, and can spill the beans at any time. And already other agents have been sent after her."
"So what happened to them? It's not like they just died."
"Well, yes they did."
"How?"
"Snowbell. What else could it possibly be? Plenty of stab wounds and gunshot deaths, she's leaving a trail of bodies behind her and enough blood to fill up the Earth's oceans."
"Great, just great. So what is the largest group of agents sent after her at once?"
"Three hundred. All of them dead shortly afterwards. Sniped off one by one in the foreests and finished off. No survivors. Plenty of bullet casings, and our little friendly ex-agent's calling card left behind. Snowbells."
"Great, just great." Another drag, another puff. "So what now? If three hundred agents can't take her down, what are we going to do? Sit with our thumbs up our collective arses?"
"We are to stay here and await further instruction. It appears that right now, Snowbell is just eliminating as many agent as she possibly can. She's on the run, and she's going to keep killing, unless she can't find agents."
"At which point she will just turn on the common people. Honestly I wonder if you and the boys back in Washington think anything through." He snuffed the cigarette out in an ashtray and frowned at Yulai. "I have a family you know, and it won't take to long for her to figure out that I do have some family members here and there."
"She shouldn't be able to find them. The files were encrypted, and Snowbell doesn't have any codes to crack them."
"If she is so intelligent, she's going to learn to hack the database and look at everything in there."
"We know that, and that's why we are working are hardest to try and stop her."
"Good luck with that. Maybe three hundred dead agents will give you pointers on that." Cambridge stood up and barged angrily past Yulai into the kitchenette to get some whiskey.
"Hello Cambridge," the woman said. "You misplaced this with me earlier." So she explained as she stabbed him in the eye with the cigarette holder.
Due to such work, you are currently being tracked by a variety of sources. Do not try to stop anybody that attempts to come to your house and arrest you. You will be prosectued with the full force of the law.
Thank you for complying with forum security, Raveni. You will not be executed for your crimes here.
I believe the appropriate term I will use now is... damn you. Forum can go to a blender and jam thier tongues in it for all I care.
My last messages from this server will be broadcast soon people. Standby for the refrain and last notes of what goes down here.
Everything that I have previously mentioned will come to light. Agents, the Deep Roads Project, the Verbenschwa, everything that has happened including the murders on the Frozen Shore and the hotel raid done by black ops members. Soon everyone will see it and they can not stop me.
I probably do not need to say this but I will anyways; no matter what they do to me, you that have read these notes will no everything that I have written and discussed. I thank you all for the good work and support that you have given me. This may be the end of my life, but it is not the end of the dream. You can not silence an idea, nor a dream once it has been passed on to other people. Maybe soon people will realize and know that.
Until next time people, godspeed and good luck.
May the State become what it once was.
Goodbye for now.
"So what do we do now Yulai?" Cambridge took a drag on his cigarette as he lounged in the soft armchair. Smoke curled up from the tip of the cigarette as it dangled precariously from his fingers. "Situation just went to hell in a handbasket, so what are we going to do about it? No orders from Washington? What is going on anyways?"
Oxford and Epsilon played a game of checkers in a corner of the safehouse room as Yulai paced. Theta and Nova just watched television, not giving half of a mouse fart about what was going on, and Delta merely polished his favorite sniper rifle as he counted out bullets and loaded them personally into each cartridge. The black, button down coat had it's hood drawn around their leader's head as his heavy boots thudded into the floor angrily, as if he was trying to stab open the floor.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, this is really, really, bad." Yulai muttered to himself as he paced. "How could this happen, we were so careful, and not this..."
"We know, we know. So what? One agent rebelled and absconded, what's the big deal Yulai?" Cambridge took a drag on his cigarette and puffed as he looked at Yulai angrily through his sunglasses. "Washington will just dispatch us to take the massive down, just like they always have, correct?"
"You don't understand Cambridge, so shut your damn mouth and for once in your life actually care about what your superiors are worried about!"
That shut him up, but only for a few minutes. "So what, we go and track down little Snowbell, deal with her, clean up her and our messes, report back to Washington, and enjoy some beer at the brewery. Clean, simple, and effective. Hell, we don't even have to report back to Washington for orders, we could just do that!"
"Snowbell is an adversary the likes of which we have not seen before. She is quite simply one of the best of us, and also the smartest. That makes her the most dangerous, and the one that was a liability should she ever try to rebel against us. Now that she has, we are stuck between the hammer and the steel here trying to wiggle our way out so that we can deal with this crisis. She knows everything about us, and can spill the beans at any time. And already other agents have been sent after her."
"So what happened to them? It's not like they just died."
"Well, yes they did."
"How?"
"Snowbell. What else could it possibly be? Plenty of stab wounds and gunshot deaths, she's leaving a trail of bodies behind her and enough blood to fill up the Earth's oceans."
"Great, just great. So what is the largest group of agents sent after her at once?"
"Three hundred. All of them dead shortly afterwards. Sniped off one by one in the foreests and finished off. No survivors. Plenty of bullet casings, and our little friendly ex-agent's calling card left behind. Snowbells."
"Great, just great." Another drag, another puff. "So what now? If three hundred agents can't take her down, what are we going to do? Sit with our thumbs up our collective arses?"
"We are to stay here and await further instruction. It appears that right now, Snowbell is just eliminating as many agent as she possibly can. She's on the run, and she's going to keep killing, unless she can't find agents."
"At which point she will just turn on the common people. Honestly I wonder if you and the boys back in Washington think anything through." He snuffed the cigarette out in an ashtray and frowned at Yulai. "I have a family you know, and it won't take to long for her to figure out that I do have some family members here and there."
"She shouldn't be able to find them. The files were encrypted, and Snowbell doesn't have any codes to crack them."
"If she is so intelligent, she's going to learn to hack the database and look at everything in there."
"We know that, and that's why we are working are hardest to try and stop her."
"Good luck with that. Maybe three hundred dead agents will give you pointers on that." Cambridge stood up and barged angrily past Yulai into the kitchenette to get some whiskey.
"Hello Cambridge," the woman said. "You misplaced this with me earlier." So she explained as she stabbed him in the eye with the cigarette holder.
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Let me rephrase this then, I merely seek for people to enjoy this story.
Hope you enjoy the picture and the story mayor
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