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Post by Airmaster on May 25, 2004 20:44:18 GMT -5
Rebel leaders were taking a large risk gathering together like this, But it had to be done. The EG was becoming more and more of a problem and things kept getting worse day by day.
Mel was outside the meeting room with the group of other guards. She left the room and went to the closest computer port she could find and taped into the EG network through 5 back water network connections, making sure she could not be traced even if they knew she was there she taped into the data files of the EG base near here checking patrols and intelligence reports to see if they had been found out or any information had been slipped out about this meeting.
She then opened a access to the main network of the EG and the projectors on her Helmet kicked in and small flat semi-transparent screens popped up. “Hmm...” She looked over the main network and in a flash she had zoomed in on a small area with a lock on it.
“Password huh? That’s easy enough to get by..” She in a flash typed in something on the projected Keyboard and the lock disappeared and she was in.
She wasn’t able to look at the screens long when she saw a Armored Female walk in the door.
Till this point she had never seen anyone other then the other who were part of the same project she was with the EG before they were killed, She had no idea others like herself were working with the rebels.
She got up and the screens around her disappeared as she moved towards the armored woman. She made sure her XBR-BOWA M-82A beam rifle was loaded and ready, Just to be on the safe side though.
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Wind
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Post by Wind on May 25, 2004 20:48:50 GMT -5
How did you get yourself into this? Jack thought to himself, Oh, that’s right, you’re broke.
Jack crept down the grey, dimly lit halls of the EG installation. It was night, so most of the personnel were sleeping or away, good thing for him. This installation worked as a sort of weigh point for captures, before they were sent off to wherever the EG wanted them to be. It was small, with not too many personnel, but it probably still wasn’t a place for a lone intruder to be.
Jack had been sent to retrieve a resistance fighter, Maria Alverez. Not a very high ranking fighter, but no one in her group was going to be willing to let her die or go to prison for the rest of her life. It all worked out for Jack, as he had just been passing through town and hadn’t had a job in a while.
“Guh!” The muffled sound of a man meeting his end as Jack stabbed him with his wakizashi, covering his mouth to not draw anyone else. Jack had to make sure nobody was alerted to his presence, as he had left his armor outside. It was way too bulky and loud to allow him to make it out alive.
Jack approached the keycard access panel for entry to the cell block. He placed a card into the slot, and after a few moments the door opened to his fake keycard.
“Who are you?” a young woman said from a cell, looking at him inquisitively.
“Jack Allen, at your service.” He replied, “And, considering how there are no other prisoners here, I’m going to presume that you are Maria, so I am here to rescue you.”
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Cybaster
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Roadkilled. Repeatedly.
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Post by Cybaster on May 25, 2004 21:59:14 GMT -5
UEG Military Transport 'Poseidon'
"Konbawa!" One particular Shining Gundam trooper looking no older than 17 greeted the soldier next to him as the military transport they were both on soared above the sky to...he didn't really know. All he was told was to get onto the transport plane. The boy waved, determined to get the best of it. The soldier didn't turn. "Do you know where we're going? I wasn't told about anything, really...all I was told was to board the plane and wait for what is to come. I am fine with this, of course, but..."
No response. The soldier kept staring forward.
"What is your name? I am known as Kouji; Kouji Kamishima. And you are?" The Shining Gundam trooper, Kouji, raised a hand in a handshake gesture. Still nothing. Deflating, Kouji pulled his hand back. "Do not worry about it. It is your choice."
Still no response.
"You look like a soldier. How long have you been one, if I may ask?"
No response. Kouji was running out of things to say.
"...Uh...nice weather, is it not? Always sunny above the clouds..."
Still nothing.
"Are you well? You seem quieter than usual, sir..."
Nothing.
"..."
I think you can guess at this point what the reply was. ^_^
"..."
Kouji sweatdropped.
"Am I bothering you?"
Just as the soldier then turned finally to give his first response, the plane suddenly shook...and what seemed to be a fire broke out from the rear of the plane. The soldier started up as Kouji turned to look haphazardly; the lights immediately went out, followed by more shaking and an exploding sound.
"Those rebel scum! How dare they attack this ship!?"
Kouji bit his lip and leapt up from his seat; this was the first time he's heard the soldier speak during the entire trip! Even more serious, however, was that the transport was under attack, and the sudden milling about of both passenger and crew alike was more than enough to tell him that. His first reaction was to sit back down and look out a window to see what was going on. That move saved him.
Another explosion flared from behind Kouji, and a particularly large piece of shrapnel carved inside the transport, barely above Kouji's head, and took off the head of the soldier he was talking to. Kouji gave a frightened blink at the corpse before another flash of light, followed by even tighter explosions, interrupted him; he looked out the window and finally realized what was going on.
What seemed to be multiple shapes circling around the transport in mid-flight was firing periodically at the plane, and that would be all Kouji saw; one of them suddenly fired, sending a missile towards where Kouji sat. Kouji reacted and tried to get up and leap away from the missile, but he wasn't fast enough and the wall exploded behind him, something slamming into the back of his head hard before he could react.
The last thing Kouji felt was the plane shaking again, beginning to plummet, and finally another explosion. Then all went black.
-Cyb
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Post by Just a Memory on May 26, 2004 12:53:31 GMT -5
"...That will teach them"
Despite it being the dead of night a raging fire could be seen below them as they hovered slightly over a building, not decimated and ablaze. Gabrielle steadied her rifle breathing heavily and shaking slightly in fear. They soon landed, unable to stay aloft to long and they watched what’s left of the building collapse in on itself. Sonjiel placed a hand on Gab’s armored shoulder to comfort her but was quickly taken back as she wrapped her arms around Sonjiel’s armored form and wept through her helmet. Her rifle fell to the ground with a dull clank and was drowned out quickly by her own sobs and the sound of the fire before them.
“Shh…its ok Gabrielle…its ok…”
Sonjiel did his best to comfort his companion and as he spoke his helmet folded in on itself revealing a pale face, shaggy red hair, and almost hauntingly beautiful steel gray eyes. Gab looked up at him, The green optics of her helmet hiding her tears until it two folded in on itself revealing the tearful emerald eyes underneath and releasing long, flowing, rich golden hair with it. She didn’t want to do it. No one ever wanted to kill their family unless they were sick, and she by all means was not. They were just scientist, but to them they where family. Their “Father” had already given his life to give them information about the attack and where to find help…now that’s all they had left.
“I have the location of the others that will help us, we’ll go to them now ok? Please don’t cry”
Gab could only nod at first before she finally spoke, her voice was soft and angelic
“…Where are they?”
“To be quite honest I don’t know…”
Its not like they had been outside of the lab before aside from field testing, but what ever the case is they would find them if it cost more lives. There was another explosion with in the blaze, probably a gas tank, but it caused both to jump, and Gab to cry out a gasp. They then looked at each other and smiled a bit before they headed off.
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Post by Neolordmaxwell on May 26, 2004 18:18:04 GMT -5
"This mission is of critical importance, remember." A deep, imposing voice rang out from the darkness. "We cannot fail."
"Sir!" The GM Girl saluted, seeming out of place in the dreary room, lit only by the blue flicker of controll screens.
"Commence operations. From this point foreward, all communications shall be incoded."
"Wakarimoss... Ikisou!" The girl shouted, turning and heading out towards the staging grounds.
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Wind
Gamma
Boom.
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Post by Wind on May 26, 2004 18:52:41 GMT -5
"So how are we getting out of here?" Maria asked, after just being freed from her cell.
"Very quietly." Replied Jack, handing her a pistol.
They crept out of the cell block and towards the other end of the facility. They would have to do this right, or they would be discovered, and escaping would be much, much harder.
"Look out!" Maria yelled as they were passing the armory. A soldier was on guard and he had sighted them. She fired first and took him down, but not before he could sound the alarm.
"Come on!" Jack told the dazed Maria as he pulled her into the armory.
He pulled out his two Desert Eagle pistols, and grabbed two machine guns, strapped them onto himself, also grabbing multiple clips and stuffing them into his bag. He found some grenades and also stuffed those into his bag, they would probably need them.
"Let's go!" Maria shouted from the other end of the armory, now wearing a RGM-79SP GM Sniper II armor.
"Where did you-"
She pointed to the small section of the armory with MS Armors, she had obviously grabbed a prototype of some sort. Highly unusual for a place like this to have, but not all unlikely.
They ran out a different enterance of the armory, and fired back at the persuing troops who had just broken through the door.
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Post by Infested Manae on May 26, 2004 22:24:44 GMT -5
They both slept well through the night, far enough away from the facilities such that the attack wasn't heard. In the morning, Manae awoke early as usual and left for work, slipping out quietly into the swirling mists and haze. It wasn't until he exited the station that he first noticed something was very wrong...
Once recovering from the shock, he carefully slipped into the ruins of the Project's labs. It was too quiet... Where were the attackers? Was it the EG? If so, wouldn't there be troops still picking around here? Swallowing his doubts, he kept going.
He was surprised to find Block 4a still mostly in tact. It was a good sign. Grabbing a metal bar fallen from the roof, he pried open the lid of the storage container where he kept his scavaged parts. None were damaged, another bit of luck his way.
I hope I'm not using all my luck up, he thought, I'm likely going to need a lot more in the weeks to come...
Manae started, snapping stiff as he heard voices nearby. Looking at the pile of material to get out of here, he despaired.
Wait, what am I thinking...?
He grabbed a few peices out of the stash, fixing them to himself. They were smaller than his armor, tight and unforgiving. There was no way he could get it all on, but the arms and backpack were enough. Gathering what he needed, he slipped out of the block and found his way to the sewers and flew through them towards home. He and Claudio needed to disappear.
Things might have been so much easier if he'd have just let the rebels find him there...
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BladedEdge
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You can't catch the midnight rider
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Post by BladedEdge on May 27, 2004 0:32:02 GMT -5
"He's inside. You're behind him?"
"...yes."
"Move your arm a little or something, I can't pick you out.
"..."
The figure's robes fluttered somewhat; a casual observer wouldn't have picked it out, but it was enough for the long-haired man perched on the rooftop opposite this small automotive-repair business to see what he needed. He'd positively identified the shrouded, dark figure, cloaked entirely in a tattered robe and hood. There were many dressed just the same, of course: good clothing was scarce in these days. But them, they didn't matter unless they got in the way.
Vassily 'Sasha' Romanov relieved his eyes of the pressure from his binocular lenses and reached for his cocoa. His chill frame was instantly gratified by the feel of the liquid sloshing down his throat; it was frigging cold out here, even for this part of the province.
"What's he doing?" Sasha asked of the radio headset attached to her ear, blowing on his mug of sweet chocolate. He absolutely couldn't stand coffee. The response was crackling and full of static, but the voice pulled though; that of a young female's supposedly, but decidedly subdued. Muttered almost, but not quite.
"Sitting down. Talking." The responses were as spartan as the tone of voice.
Sasha chuckled slightly, then took another sip of his chocolatey ambrosia. "You could try to be a bit more personable, you know. It's like taking a BOW/t0w-17 right to your stress."
As expected, no response. Sasha upped the ante. "Maybe if you laughed a little, I might see if I can find you a few more of those old 'cartoons' you like. Mister Frederico was pretty generous last time, remember?"
"Ha. Ha." Cold and mechanical, devoid of feeling. Of course, he should have known. No helping some things, though; and hey, at least she was trying. Sasha figured one of these days his partner would open up a little, be a bit more friendly... she deserved it. Everyone deserved the chance to have a bit of good cheer in their lives, didn't they?
He put the binoculars back to his eyes, spotting the target. There he was, some fat politician, mayor or minister of something or another, squeezing himself into a chair in a dingy lobby while his broken-down limo was being repaired. He was Sasha's current client, mister Armitage Q. something or another, real fancy name to go with the fancy three-piece suit he was wearing. He stood out like a sore thumb in that shop full of figures covered in tattered robes, and though he was having a boisterously good time with his associates, he seemed completely unaware of just how conspicuous he was.
Not that there was anything wrong with enjoying life, Sasha mused, but when people wanted to kill you to prevent your vote on a couple issues, it was probably best to pick and choose your time for revelry.
Mr. Armitage was about to find this out. Sasha noticed something odd seconds before the machine guns appeared. He couldn't hear what was going on, but it was clear enough from his vantage point; one of the gun-carriers fired into the air, and the screaming was sufficiently loud to warrant a general panic. Four or so men, hoods all down, all with the same nondescript haircut and features, surrounding his charge. Their intentions were clear enough, judging by the direction the muzzles of their weapons were pointed in.
Very bad news for Mr. Armitage. Fortunately, he was covered. Sasha smiled. "Rachel. Showtime."
One of the hooded civilians rose from their spot on the floor, grabbed one of the machine-gun toting men by the neck... and with a quick snap of the wrist, flung him against the wall. Sasha could hear the CRACK of the impact even from where he was.
His three companions weren't quite sure just what had happened; that momentary lull was their undoing. Like a demonic vision, the robes of this figure tore open at the back to let spread a pair of jagged wings, casting a shadow on the unfortunate would-be-assassins. Moments later, events happening so fast that the eye could barely track them, the cloak ripped away entirely, and everything became a blur. Flying fists, exploding gunfire, screams of rage and fear, all a cacophony of motion that subsided mere moments later. Four crumpled figures lay, out cold, bones and weapons alike shattered to pieces. The metal-clad girl stood still, breathing somewhat heavily, eyeing her handiwork as the innocents that had gotten caught in this scenario either fainted or fell into shock at the sight.
This girl was almost entirely covered in spiked, rough, serrated armor, gleaming brightly under the auto-shop's flicking fluorescent lightning. She simply stared into space with her task complete, as if in another world, completely oblivious to the terror surrounding her.
Sasha was all business. "You could have gone a bit easier on them. They were low-level." No response, of course. "Fine, we'll have a chat once this job is over. Good work anyway, Rachel."
The cyborg girl's eyes lowered, and spotted a mechanic crawling away. Reacting instantly, she marched over to him and ordered in that emotionless voice. "Continue to repair the vehicle."
The mechanic nodded his assent, and scurried off much more quickly than he normally would have. Mr. Armitage had the look of a statue about him; his eyes were near popping out of his sockets, heart throbbing from the double-whammy of having a gun pointed at him without warning, and the blur of motion from his bodyguard.
Sasha saw the look on his face, and found it absolutely hilarious. "You get what you pay for, mister three-piece suit."
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Post by Neolordmaxwell on May 27, 2004 17:12:32 GMT -5
"Remember, operative. Your identity is not to be known by anyone. We cannot afford to trust even other regel factions."
That was the advice the leader had given her some time ago. she smiled, as she silently stalked through the corridors of the small complex. From the outside, this EG outpost seemed insignificent. however, AGENT found that it was an important sorting facility for troop supplies. "Cut off the supply ruite and the enemy dies slowly." That was the strategy.
Three times now, a trooper walked past the operative, and each time her razer reflexes hid her instantly. No one was aware of her presence, or ot ehe high explosives she had concelealed in the facility. All that was needed now was a simple press of a button, and the mission would be a sucess.
She smiled sadly as she exited the base through a simple open window on the 10th floor, freefalling to the ground below and gently landing some 20 meters outside the building with the aid of boosters in her MS armor. She had been spotted at this time, the glow of the boosters had given her away, but it was too late. A button, a defening roar, a flash, and pandemonium. The damage was total, and EG soldiors were running chaoticly to controll fires and tend to the injured.
"God forgive us" the girl calmly said, as she turned and walked away from the scene. "operation complete. Mission sucessfull. Returning to base."
OOC: Players, It's good for everyone to have their own introduction, but your too scattered about. I'd like to see you converge more and begin interacting with each other. I'd like to see most of you teamed up by page two.
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Cybaster
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Post by Cybaster on May 28, 2004 0:45:28 GMT -5
(Maxwell, I hope you don't mind this. The Poseidon's got to crash-land somewhere... =)
* * *
The carnage of the EG supply depot that was just hit recently was suddenly intensified; before any of the surviving EG crewmen could spare any time, the shape of a large military transport plane, one of their own, suddenly descended over the area, shadowing buildings with its large frame. Those that noticed it immediately recognized the plane as one of their own; the Poseidon, a large military-use transport plane fielded by the EG, was smoking at many places and flame was jetting out of entirely too many holes. There didn't seem like anybody could've survived the damage done to it already, or was there...?
Soon, the Poseidon was on a doomed crash course. With a whine, it soared past the wreckage of the depot over the bewildered EG personnel, shadowing the flames with its own, and began descending sharply into the city. And then, it hit, crashing some distance away from the depot itself. The loud crash that followed was heard by most...
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Kouji was immediately surprised. Firstly, the Poseidon was still around him; secondly, he was still alive! With the amount of damage the rebels had done to it, he was half-expecting to have fallen off by now...but he hadn't, and the Poseidon --- what's left of it --- seemed to have finally stopped.
The Shining Gundam trooper stood, looking around him and raising a hand to shield his eyes from the heat. It was chaos; there was nothing around him but burning wreckage and smoke. Hurriedly, Kouji's eyes peered around him for an exit, restraining the urge to cough. He found none. Kouji continued to look; the smoke was clouding his vision. If he couldn't find one soon...
Then, looking back to his armor, Kouji had an idea.
Without another thought, Kouji turned to the nearest wall and reached for something sheathed on his waist; finding his right hand onto it, Kouji pulled it free and pressed a button on what he held, conjuring a long, pink Beam Sword from one of the ends. Then, holding his breath, Kouji slashed downwards at the wall.
The Beam Saber cut through the wall easily, revealing light.
Thus encouraged, Kouji kept cutting. The wall fell away, and eventually an exit was crudely cut; As smoke billowed out of the new exit, Kouji leapt out into open air and rolled on the ground, landing into a kneel. He then ran further away from the plane and, finally managing to take his first breath of fresh air since being unconscious, turned around at the metallic wreckage that was once one of the EG's most trustworthy transport planes.
Somehow, Kouji was still alive. And looking around him to see where he had ended up, that was an encouraging thought. Most likely, the boy was confident, he would further find some answers as to this --- and what he was doing on an EG Transport Plane --- somewhere away from the plane. But either way, he didn't want to stay here.
Kouji turned around and began running, innocently looking around...
-Cyb
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Post by Aegis on May 28, 2004 1:10:32 GMT -5
"Bingo, bingo, BINGO!" a voice whooped.
"Keep it down, Kamiya," another voice replied. "The ship may be down, but there may be survivors."
"Meh, don't spoil my fun, Shado," the other voice replied.
Appearing before the wreckage of the ship, two tall, slender young women dressed in similar armour crept towards the ruins, toting their rifles in hand. As they came closer to the ship, the blonde woman named Kamiya, and the black haired woman named Shado, noticed an MS Trooper in Shining Gundam armour slash his way out of the ship, naively looking around his environment without much thought to the danger.
"Oooh, he looks cute," Kamiya cooed.
"He looks like a kid," Shado rolled her eyes.
"Re~eally?" Kamiya eyed her sister, a mischievous grin on her face. This made Shado cringe even more.
"Don't you even start..." Shado replied.
"Don't worry," Kamiya winked. "I'm not gonna do anything illegal. Just let me have my fun, mmk?" ^^
"Uh... right..."
With the Shining Gundam trooper oblvious to the girls' advances, Kamiya crept behind the trooper almost inoccently, and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hello... boy," Kamiya greeted seductively.
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Wind
Gamma
Boom.
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Post by Wind on May 28, 2004 1:18:55 GMT -5
"Shit!"
There was fire everywhere. Jack continued cursing the situation that they desperately had to get out of.
"We have to get out of here." He said to Maria, looking for an exit.
She gave him a "duh" look and he looked back at her, serious as he could possibly be.
"No." he began, "We have to get out of here. I planted explosives too, this place is going to go up any minute."
She looked horrified. They had to get out.
Just then, Jack walked over to a wall that would lead to the outside and examined it.
"Shoot it." He said to her, standing back.
"What?" she replied, waiting for an answer before she just started shooting a wall.
"The high powered beam rifle you have will cut a nice hole in there," he replied, "Big enough for a grenade."
She smiled and fliped down the visor that housed the scope to the rifle and fired. As quickly as he possibly could, Jack lodged a grenade in the freshly made hole and ran. A fraction of the wall big enough to escape from opened up for them.
Maria picked Jack up and ignited her boosters. They headed out of the hole to see more wreckage of a plane.
"My jeep is there." Jack pointed, and they headed for it. He would probably need his armor now.
OOC: Well, I decided that this facility could be the same one. So yeah, meet up away.
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Post by Just a Memory on May 28, 2004 8:11:46 GMT -5
(OOC: Gotta meet up with you all some how)
It appeared that their search just might be over before they knew it. A loud crash was heard as they treked through the wood, and they did happen to see the giant aircraft go down. Curiosity got the better of both Sonji and Gab and they rushed over to see what had happened.
They peered on hidden from view and watched as two woman approached the craft and a third trying to make its way out. To Gab's suprise, all were armored much like them, and it was all Sonji could do to keep her from crying out in glee.
"Shh...we don't know who they are with yet!"
Gab only nodded and shifted, but in doing so lost her balance and landed on a twig breaking it. The sound, however small, echoed through the night like a wolf cry.
"Shit well we're caught"
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Cybaster
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Roadkilled. Repeatedly.
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Post by Cybaster on May 28, 2004 12:36:19 GMT -5
( Again with the boy thingy? ; ...Okay, I said it in the previous MSGRPG and I'll say it again... You are so dead, Aegis. ) * * * Kouji turned around at the tapping on his shoulder with a start and a lot of blinking; apparently the answers had found him instead. Still, the surprise caused him to take one slight jump backwards as he only gawked at the two other girls. "...H-Hello..." Kouji could only say at first, but then took a steady breath and calmed down considerably. He pointed nervously to the plane behind Kamiya. "As you could see, the plane I was on went down and I was actually looking for someone to---" The Poseidon, or what's left of it, gave another loud explosion to accentuate the crashing part of Kouji's sentence. Kouji winced and sweatdropped. "Who might you be? Can you tell me where I am right now?" -Cyb
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Aenslach
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The world hates me. The feeling is mutual.
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Post by Aenslach on May 28, 2004 17:18:28 GMT -5
The MS trooper clad in a Deathscythe armor took a few steps into the com room towards the armed Stamen girl, then promptly fell foward on her face. The unmistakable stench of heavy booze suddenly hit the other girl in the face.
A third trooper entered and stepped around the prostrate girl. "I found her a few towns over going on a drunken rampage," the trooper said," She was a pain to stop. Truthfully she eventually just passed out on her own. With her subdued we figured it would be best to bring her back here for questioning, but when we arrived she suddenly got away from me as I was taking her to a cell. If you'll excuse me mam, I will continue my duties."
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The impact against the floor jarred Elora to her senses. Her head already hurt badly, the start of a wonderful hangover. Voices were speaking somewhere above her, she couldnt make out what they were saying though. She tried opening her eyes, nothing but a milky blur appeared and the light hurt to much to keep them open.
I guess no takers tonight. Uggh, She couldnt stop the vomit. She wasnt going to smell very good tomorrow... Not that it much mattered. Her memory started to reform; she had went into a bar like she had for the last few weeks looking for a nice man willing to pay her for her "services".
Going AWOL may have been a mistake but it was too late now. She would surely be executed were she caught. Classified information and all that bull. There were very few ways to make money and avoid the notice of the EG, especially now that she was back on the drink.
Arms were grasping at her, she tried to struggle to no avail. Her body had no intention of cooperating. She was brought almost to her feet, then hoisted on someone's shoulder. Then things went hazy again.
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