CoolNoahJoin Date: 2008-10-04
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I look to the distance and see a blast. |
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I look at the blast and say "What the?... Either Kenneth finished his job, or our little misson just got more interesting!" |
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CoolNoahJoin Date: 2008-10-04
Post Count: 11071 |
"Kenneth I hope." I say then breathing Ice into the air. |
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I nod and breath some shadows at the ice. |
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CoolNoahJoin Date: 2008-10-04
Post Count: 11071 |
I look a the clouds seeing them dark "Rain." I say. |
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Kenneth drove away. now he knew where the secondary system was, he knew he could do it. like he thought before, the S.G.D.T.S. was a smug company. their secondary system was overground. idiots. |
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I watch as the clouds burst and I spread out my wings, coving me, James, and Matthew. |
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Kenneth smiled as he tugged the tarpaulin off of his 10 year old Cessna, the fastest Cessna in the world. why was it the fastest? no other Cessna had jet engines bolted on. he had also built a makeshift bomb bay on it. he had bought three more dynamite bundles on the way, which he put inside. getting into the cab, he began a few pre-flight checks, and began to take off. putting it on to the correct channel, he said something he often said but almost never meant. picking up the radio, he said "Alpha Zulu Foxtrot Delta Five to ATC..." he took a breath, "requesting take off permission, over." |
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CoolNoahJoin Date: 2008-10-04
Post Count: 11071 |
I thank (Wolf) and sigh. |
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"It's no problem!" I say with a smile. Sudddenly the alarm on my watch goes off. "It's go time! MOVE OUT!" |
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pokenebJoin Date: 2008-12-12
Post Count: 4945 |
The world exploded and I was like "Yay!" |
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CoolNoahJoin Date: 2008-10-04
Post Count: 11071 |
I follow (Wolf). |
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Kenneth had to avoid a large, ominously dark nebulous cloud. he wasn't too far away from the base where the secondary system was, and began setting the bombs. he sat there, setting the times, with a grim look of concentration. he had to get it right. |
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I sneak through the shadows, and get to the base. |
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The first thing I see is two gaurds. I use my shadow breath on their weapons and knock them out. |
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CoolNoahJoin Date: 2008-10-04
Post Count: 11071 |
I run in to where she was in human form. |
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ristar4Join Date: 2008-04-06
Post Count: 2215 |
I swipe their guns and take one of them to use. I search them and find a radio, an electronic map, a pistol, 3 flashbangs, 3 pinenapple, and 3 tear gas grenades, and a keycard. |
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he was almost directly overhead. he opened the top section of the bomb bay, put them in, started the countdown, and put the top back on. walking back to the cabin, he pulled the release lever. "oh, and it would have to, wouldn't it?" he said to himself, as the bomb hatch failed to open. he walked back, and scooped the bundles out. opening a window, he ducked as a piece of paper was sucked out. one by one he chucked out the bombs, before closing the window. T-2:00. he sat down in the pilot's seat and began circling the plane. he didn't want to miss it. but then, something caught his eye. two jet fighers in the back were taxiing to a runway. he was willing to guess who their guns would be aimed at. he broke off his circling, and headed away from the hangar. a minute after, they were almost behind him.
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ristar4Join Date: 2008-04-06
Post Count: 2215 |
I charged into the air and froze the fighter planes after breaking their weapons. |
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Kenneth checked back, as he saw one of the jets launch a missile. he disengaged the prop, and put the plane into a sharp dive to gain as much speed as he could. a small Radar screen placed to the right of the joystick was beeping quietly, showing the missile approaching, slower before, but it would still hit soon. Kenneth pulled up about 500 meters above the city, the missile adding to the stream of smoke caused by his aircraft. "try this for size" he muttered, showing the gathering crowd below why it was the fastest Cessna in the world. a plume of heavy oily smoke poured from the craft's jets before a blast of heat threw them a hundred meters away as the engines ignited. Kenneth dove and swung the plane between a few skyscrapers. at on point, raising his hopes, he got the missile to skim over an apartment block. in the background he could see a Draco intercept the jets and freeze the engines. they would now have to land, however Kenneth currently didn't have that luxury. the missile was no longer catching up but it still kept up. Kenneth had no idea who would give out first. but then again, his plane had two tanks, one for the prop and one for the jets. the missile wasn't built for long distance attacks. but then, it did something he thought was more likely to be built into a SAM, not an AAM, what it did was fire shrapnell. the jet's tank was puntured, as well as the right jet itself having at least half of its innards shredded. he was now running on a rapidly depleting fuel plus one and a half jet engines. to make up some speed, he reengaged the prop. he was going to need it. hundreds of men, women and children gazed up from the barbecues in the back gardens of their suburban homes to watch a rather dangerously damaged light-aircraft being traced by a fully armed explosive projectile. finaly, the jets gave out. Kenneth swooped, hoping it would break the missile's lock. strangley enough, it did. though now, as Kenneth could see with a shocked expression, it was hurtling back towards the city. |
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(please dont post single sentances that miraculously make a situation better. it takes away the drama.) |
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(Ok. And why would two armed gaurds have, in their pocket, a pineapple?)
I look up and see a missle flying at a city. I say "Those humans are nothing but trouble!" with a roar. I fly towards the missile and grab it. I try to stop it but there is too much inertia. I start to spin and the missile slows down slowly. I open my wings to gather more wind resistance. It slows to almost a halt. I flap my wings rapidly, trying to stop it. The wind is getting faster as I plumet and it feels like thousands of knives are pircing my wing membrane. Finally the missile stops and I slowly set it on the ground. I start to walk away when a car (NO I DID NOT GET HIT AGAIN) runs over my front claws. I grab it and hiss, I fly back to the base and land. I look at my hand. It has tire marks on it. I squeze it and I feel the bones re-aline. |
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Kenneth sighed. the missile had dissapeared from Radar, but there was no explosion. however... the missile would still be armed. swinging the controls, he backed the Cessna to the left, and headed back to the hangar."AZFD5 to Air Traffic Control, emergency deviation from flight plan, over." he said, before putting down the transciever and sped up a little. still, at least he knew how to defuse it. he had researched them as a teen, during Sixth Form, before he had come to America. |
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I see three more soilders come rushing at us. I grab the pineapples and throw them in their faces. |
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(Pineapples are a type of WW2 grenade i think.) |
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