InysaJoin Date: 2012-09-18
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Topic of the hour: TLE in denial over TGI beating them completely. Pappy is crying. I really did bloody laugh like hell when I saw it. I didn't tear, but god, funniest thing all day.
Anywho moving on.
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"Why is it most of what seems to be in use here is Frostarian weaponry?" I asked, fiddling with the long black and white rifle which had no relevant name to me in my hand. The rotors of the craft spun quickly and quietly, displacing the air with incredibly efficiency. The helicopter was flying in a loose formation with several others, like pure white clouds going over Lloyd City. For the most part, the only ones who lived here were Arcadians with a "summer home" sort of mentality Lloyd City may have been on Paragon, but it didn't belong to it.
"Because," Rais said, "They're easy to get. Even at their secure little base, they practically are just lying around. True to how the Military Order grew, they didn't mindlessly attack with them, but took them from the Frostarians to be used later. Such as now."
I stood and looked down over the edge of the craft, easily keeping balance. The stone buildings passed down below, the only really impressive area on Paragon made by people. The Violet Hills are always worth seeing. And Teryn Beach. You needed to wear a biohazard suit there however. The oceans of Paragon were highly toxic, and though it began to quickly subside in the air, close to the water was still lethal. I never saw either of these of course. You know. Too young, and then blind.
"Do we plan on landing any time soon?" I asked Rais, turning about. The seats were filled with Paragon born Shivans, all wearing the coats and holding various weapons. While, again, Frostarian weapons appeared to be the norm, my untrained eyes could recognise a Venezian rifle and a Vaktovian SMG. Two others, a small box like weapon and a green cylindrical rifle, made up the rest of the non Frostarian weapons. "And why no Arcadian weapons?"
"We're actually about to land right now. And the no Arcadian weapon thing is pride. I think."
The helicopter lowered down, hovering a step away from the roof of a small clock tower. Rais gestured and people began to pile off, me included. He looked over the edge, smiling. "Inysa, you will be staying up here. Blow their heads off and such. The rest of you, we're going to rappel down."
"Why?" someone asked.
"It's more fun than landing," Rais replied with a shrug.
And so I got left alone. I fired a bit with the rifle. The rounds seemed to travel well enough, and didn't have the tracer effect like Arcadian weapons did. But honesty it was really a very large weapon for me to use.
I admit to zoning out. I do. The sound of the wind blowing past, the distant patter of bullets, the pleasant hum of passing helicopters... I liked it. I find myself immersing into
whatever I end up doing. Something that frustrates a lot of people, but I adore it. Time to myself, that nobody can regulate. But they can interrupt, of course. "Inysa," Rais said over the little radio on my mantle, "Please begin fork g a bit. We ARE being shot at."
I looked down at the street, to see a mass of bodies and tanks advancing forward. The Arcadian advance was slow, but by choice. The tanks were in the frog providing cover to the infantry, though not firing much. People would climb on top of them and shoot of mainly, gunning down the Shivans they saw. I smiled. Good for them. Unfortunately, I though, adjusting the rifle and looking down it's scope, I now had to start killing them.
Tiberius moved with the mass of bodies, holding his minigun with fair ease. They had been consistently pushing forward, the few tanks in this groups creating a mobile wall for the troops. Now and again a rocket would fire, but they had crap aim. All was fine. Fine, aside from the god damn sniper fire.
"Valmir," Tiberius called, "Really, where the hell is the sniper?"
"Around here, about," he replied. Tiberius turned, annoyed.
Lucien was holding that massive rifle to his shoulder, checking each area he though they could be. Too slowly however. Now and again a man would suddenly fall, a round lodged into a crater of flesh on his face.
"Where, exactly," Tiberius asked, being patient.
"Clock tower on the right," he replied"
Tiberius sighed. "Was that so hard? McKenna, fire at the point of the clock tower. No, lower. Around there. Yes. Now."
One of the tanks barked, and the tip corner of the clock tower turned into a cloud of dust. Rubble fell, raining down on the Shivans below. Tiberius grinned. Two birds.
"Well damnit," I groaned, pulling myself off the ground. I managed to fall with a large chunk that broke the fall for me. Now it served as a barrier between me and the Arcadians. Everything hurt, bones and tendons screaming against moving, but giving in. I was in charge, not lit
Emotions aren't little. They best be obeyed as well. I didn't care at the moment, though.
Rais came up beside me, concerned. "What the hell? Are you okay?" he asked, looking me over.
"Fine, fine," I confirmed, raising a hand.
He nodded once, reached behind him, and took something into his hand. He held it out to me, a short single edged sword, the sheath covered in old runes and sigils. I took it, looking at it. "Ah. Why so small?" I asked, annoyed.
"You know you won't hit that hard," he said, sneering. "So you need to make use more of simply being nimble. Move a lot, quick strikes. And when you block, put your hand on the flat side of the top. Absorb impact better."
"Why give it to me now of all times?"
"Oh, you know," he said, looking it from behind the rubble chunk, "The infantry are charging us. As much as shooting them is clearly the better idea... We're required to fight them like this."
"Joy," I lamented, drawing the weapon, "Absolute joy."
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Quickly done. Not impressed. I wanted to make up for the missed time though with the filtre.
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