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LoD Montages and cutscenes |
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Newest outfit I would like to attain. |
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Raven slipped through a pair of doors and found himself at the bad end of a plasma rifle. He looked her over and assumed she was a member of that revenge faction. "Let me through." He said. "I don't think so, Vincent Kingsley." The young woman holding the rifle said. "If I did that, Diablo wouldn't like it." So I thought wrong He thought, no problem. "Can you let me pass, I already broke your leader's arm." "Yeah, so? You left before he used his metamorphasis." "Metamorphasis?" "That's his weaker form, the one that you fought. He's much more powerful than that. Anyway, don't think I'm changing the subject. It's time to fight me." She began to fire at a rapid pace. Raven rolled to his left and dove for cover behind a truck. He 'materialized' his custom assault rifle and began to answer her fire. She, too ducked behind a truck. He took a few steps foward from his position. It was a wrong move. The woman leapt over the truck with a longsrod in her hand. Raven had just enough time to materialize a shortsword. "What's the matter, Raven?" She said, "Why didn't you shoot me?" "Because I believe in the honor of a fair fight." He responded. "Tch, fine." She said and pushed off his blade. They stood still for a few minutes. Raven eventually tossed his shortsword into his right hand and placed his left fist underneath the blade. His sword's blade was pointing upward. "Simple tricks and tactics." The woman said. He dashed toward her, as she prepared for the attack. He vanished and appeared behind her. "Simple tricks, huh?" He responded. He whirled around and struck her in the backside. At least, he thought he did. She had brought her longsword over her head and behind her back, blocking the attack.
(That's all for now.)
Ace of Clubs 1024 · Wed Aug 16, 2006 @ 05:48pm · 1 Comments |
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Chromehounds: The Mooninites |
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This is a story about my squad on chromehounds, the Mooninites, told from a perspective of those who have had to fight us.
Chapter One
Fred sat atop the front left wheel of his Scout, listening. Alex was leaning against the same wheel, his eyes fixed on his Defender across the hangar. Ryan was tuning the aiming system on his Sniper. Kyle had a hold of the armor plate on the reverse-jointed legs of his Soldier. Edward was examining incindiary shells, deciding whether or not to use them with his Heavy Gunner. Albert, their superior, was standing near Fred's Scout, listening to a mission briefing. Fred eavesdropped on every report, due to the location of the briefing panel and his own curiosity. The Report had begun a few minutes ago:
Sender: Morskovian HQ Receiver: Alexander, Commander of the Whirlwinds Subject: Relocation Message: Commander, you and your forces have done an outstanding job forcing back Sal Kari forces and pushing toward their capital, and we understand that you were inches from Qara, their capital, but something has come up. We need you and your squad to move north to the coastal areas. A Tarakian squadron of greenhorns has proven themselves a nuisance, forcing us back almost to our capital. The attacks have stopped recently, but the squads in the north have suffered heavy losses. A few attacks from the same squad have been noticed near your area recently, but knowing where they come from, we'd like you to go to the coastal area and take down Tarakia. Within your current area and the suggested path to use for relocation, we have spotted three HOUNDS of this squad. The first is their leader, who we have codenamed the Ace of Spades, due to his emblem. We have done the same for the Panda, and the King of Hearts. Keep your eyes peeled as you move. HQ Out.
"Sounds like fun," Fred said, leaping off the wheel. "This should be simple," Alex said. "A Piece of cake, right?" Edward thought. "Pie." Kyle shouted from across the hangar. "Easy targets." Ryan said. "According to this, their not to be taken lightly. Don't make the mistake." Albert replied to them all. "Come on, boss, how hard can 3 hounds possibly be?" There was loud whine of alarms and a flash of red lights in the hangar. Over the base's speaker system, they heard, "Tarakian squad detected! Tarakian squad moving on this base!" "Well, that didn't take long." Fred said, climbing into his scout, "I'll go secure some COMBASes while you guys double check your equipment." He sped off into the battlefield, never to be heard from or seen again.
(Chapters are short in this little story.)
Ace of Clubs 1024 · Sat Jul 22, 2006 @ 09:04pm · 0 Comments |
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A Speedy Victory(Also a prelude to ESR) |
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"So, that was it?" The man in the demonic armor laughed. He stood triumphant on the pile of rubble that was once a formidable fortress wall. Strewn about him were corpses of the unsuspecting archers who had guarded it a moment ago. He placed the massive b*****d sword behind his back, where it seemed to levitate a centimeter from his back. He glanced around. "Hey, move it up, grunts!" He motioned foward, and at least three battalions of the poorly equipped sacrifices he liked to call grunts rushed over the rubble, stabbing any writhing corpses as they went. As he stepped further in, he passed the front gate and he saw his lieutenants finishing off the guards. "Piece of cake, Kazuma." The man wearing black bear fur said. He had a very large, stout blade held behind his back near his waist by his right hand. The young woman in black armor next to him nodded, tracing the scar over her right eye with her gauntlet. Kazuma chuckled. "This is a little easy, Zural. But I don't think Mal'thia minds?" "Huh, what?" The woman in black armor said. "Sorry, I was so bored I got lost in thought." "Just like you to liven up something boring.." Kazuma responded dryly. He glanced toawrd the inner walls. "And judging by the flames, I think we've won here. Moving on."
Ace of Clubs 1024 · Sat Jul 08, 2006 @ 03:55am · 0 Comments |
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Vincent managed to trace thermal trails of a convoy he had registered of mainly large vehicles and decided to follow the trail. The dusty plataues that were once parts of Mexico and the United States seemed endless. The sun had already well set and stars had shown themselves by the time he saw a light source. He abandoned his mech in a shallow cave. He slowly began to head toward the light source, using the small rock and brush as cover. He quickly 'materialized' a binocular set into his helmet. He magnified until he could clearly see guards standing outside the cave. About ten feet in there was some sort of railed vehicle. This should be it, He thought to himself. He hacked the enemy guards' armor systems, both deactivating the power supplies and stealing an exact imprint of one. He then went inside and got in the vehicle. "Wait a minute," He said to himself, making sure the automated car was empty, "If they came here with large vehicles, and the only entrance I could see following the thermal trails is a personell entrance, where did the vehicles go?" As the car came to a whistling halt, he got off and looked around. A soldier clad in that same black armor as those attackers with private insignia on his chest saluted him. "Something the matter, Sergeant?" "Eh? No, uh...Nothing. I just need a break, can you cover for me?" "Sure, I owe you for the time you saved my a** from that Hunter Killer." "Yeah...Guess you do now that you mention it." As the Soldier passed him, Raven materialized a silenced tranquilizer pistol, and aimed for the weak spot in his armor. He shot a dart into hit, instantly knocking out the soldier. He put the body on the other side of the car, where there were no doors and no one would see him. As he continued down a man-made cavern, he noticed that the deeper in he got, the more it seemed man-made. there were doors in the cave wall, metallic drains at regular intervals, and, after a while, he came across a large gateway. Two guards stood at it and probably knew that this identification code was supposedly guarding the exterior entrance. "What's your motives for leaving your post, Sergeant?" A man with Second Lieutenant Insignia inquired of Raven, "And don't tell me your shift's up again, because I'm sick of hearing that an hour early." Raven saluted, palm outward, as the private had saluted him. "Sir, I badly needed a break and I sent a trustworthy person to cover for me." "Yeah? Who?" "Uhh..." "Don't tell me you sent a random person up there." "Well, hold on, let me try to remember." He activated a list of ID codes from the hacked armor. P. Wallace matched the ID key of the private he had tranquilized. "Private Wallace, sir." "That a fact? Well, good choice, I heard he's up for promotion to Corporal. When you get off your break, try not to tell him, I wanna see surprise." They weren't bad people, they just had different outlooks on existence. Still, killing innocent people was a sin whether you were truly evil or not. Vincent marched through the now open door and looked around. The interior of the cave was an industrial masterpiece. He brought up a digital map attained from the hacked armor. He managed to figure out where he was going. Diablo was giving a congratulatory speech in comemmoration of those involved in the assault on HLM headquarters. He took a left, darted down the catwalk, leapt over the side, and landed squarely in front of an open door. He slipped inside before it closed. Vincent immediately regretted this action. Inside must have been at least three full infantry divisions, each armed with strong Titanium gauntlets, at the least. Others, higher ranking soldiers, had knives and even pistols. He saw a catwalk about fifty feet above, upon which was positioned a podium. A large stone carving of Diablo's Horned Helmet was cut into the front of it. Above that was Diablo's real horned helmet. He began to speak: "I want to congratulate you all on a job well done. This is the first step in our conquest. Let no man be spared if they are willing to fight, and if they are not, capture them as prisoners. This battle is but a single step in a stairway of destruction. I would like to go on about this, but we have an unwelcome visitor here." Vincent froze. Everyone turned and looked at him immediately. He tried to act like it wasn't him, but Diablo, with a wave of his hand, opened an aisle straight to him. He leapt off the catwalk, landing squarely on the other end of the aisle. As they walked toward eachother, the center of the aisle began to widen, and the edge began to narrow. They were making a circle. Vincent revealed his true armor with a snap of his fingers. The two glared at eachother for the longest time, each waiting for the other to make their move. "Let's not use the runeblades or spears this time." Diablo said, breaking an awkward silence. "I wholeheartedly agree," Raven responded, "As long as your petty underlings don't get involved." "They are not mere underlings. They are respected and loyal members of my faction, the Grim Army." "Factions?" Raven was utterly puzzled. He had not left HLM HQ in a while. "Factionism was created to put an end to the currently ruling anarchy, and, by trying something new, humanity thought that the mistakes of the past would never repeat. My faction feels that the only way to keep the mistakes from recycling is to purge the unclean. In other words, humanity must die." "Purge the unclean, eh? Try purging yourselves before you recycle the past, hypocrite." "How dare you!" Diablo shouted in a deeper tone than his usual one. He materialized a handheld plasma blade. He lunged straight at Raven. Raven sidestepped his attack and countered with a wrist blade downslash. Diablo vanished and appeared at the other end of the circle again. They had guaged eachother by seeing just one offensive and one defensive move from eacother. Now the real battle would begin. Raven activated his other blade, while Diablo materialized another plasma blade. "You know, Diablo, It's a shame," Raven began as he started pacing the edge of the circle." A shame that such talent has such a bad leader. They all look like wonderful soldiers woul could make a difference, yet you make them kill weaklings." "You think of the HLM, pretty much your source of life, as weak?" "HLM is dead. There is no need for such an organization. What is needed is a protection. A peacemaking organization." "Heh. We weren't meant to survive apacolypse, and yet you seem intent on protecting from the inevitable. You remember the stories, correct?" "How can I forget?" Raven said, as he continued pacing, slowly inward toward Diablo. Diablo responded by slowly moving inward as well. "Well then, I think I need not remind you of what will happen to this doomed race." Diablo began stepping closer at a faster rate. "I refuse to stand idly by, even if that is true." Raven lunged, but Diablo had vanished. Raven glanced around nervously. "Up here." Raven looked up just in time to have part of his helmet plating sheared off by a downward slash. He countered by locking Diablo's left weapon in place and striking at him with his free hand. It did not make contact. Diablo's other blade parried and left Raven off balance. He took a two great strides foward and slashed Raven in the back. He leapt in the air and prepared to impale Raven, who he assumed would be on the ground at this point, but instead made contact with the metallic plating on the ground. Raven had deactivated his blades, and kicked one of the swords out of Diablo's hands. He then took a few steps back. "You don't seem to enjoy being toyed with." "Heh, same could go for you." "Eh? What's that?" "You know what I'm talking about. You know I deliberately let you disarm me back at that arena. I could see the frustration and confusion in you based on the way you were standing." "Why would you do something like that?" "That is of no concern to someone who is about to die!" He lunged foward at Raven with his remaining sword, but Raven sidestepped it and grabbed Diablo's wrist. "What's the point of lunging against one on defense, anyway?" Raven said, and he brought up his other fist and reversed Diablo's elbow. "I think this is enough 'vengeance' for me right now..." He began to walk away. No one tried to stop the man who broke their leader's arm, because everyone knew what would happen if they did. He looked at a map in his computer's memory. He found a garage. "Now how in the..." He began to head in that direction when he heard a commotion at the gate he came in from the caverns. The door burst open. "Another faction, I presume?" Raven inquired of the man in front of him who wore no helmet, "Or just an organized raid of curiously armed soldiers?" He eyed the man's weapon, which must have been at least twelve feet long. "No need for me to speak to you, Grim Hound." Grim Hound must be an insult to the Grim Soldiers. "What's that? Oh! You assume I'm with the Grim Army because I'm here?" The man nodded. "Well I just came to pick a fight with the leader." "And he didn't kill you? Interesting. I have no quarrel with you. These bastards raided the nearby Refuge Cities a few weeks back. We formed a faction to 'repay' them." "Ah. Have fun then." Raven rolled his eyes and dashed off toward the garage. He figured there must be some sort of vehicle there which can hold his badly damaged and nearly unpowered mech and transport him to a Refuge City.
(And that's basically the equivalent of chapter 2. Tell me what you think, I need constructive criticism!)
Ace of Clubs 1024 · Mon May 08, 2006 @ 02:59am · 1 Comments |
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