13 Court Guard War : Rise of Exile XIII

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13 Court Guard War : Rise of Exile XIII
Tweet Topic Started: May 6 2010, 08:34 PM (1,285 Views)
L Dragon	May 6 2010, 08:34 PM Post #1
Chaos Emerald Posts: 691 Group: S Rank Knight Member #746 Joined: March 19, 2007	Sign ups for this rp are currently close. SB 13 Court Guard War sign up Galax Nation 1 HQ, a young man walks down the halls of a large building. Floating to his side was a blue spirit like being made of water it would seem. His pace was quick as he hurried down another corridor. Though he was walking, he was walking fast as others in the hall way would stop and stare at him. Every being and/or creature acknowledge him in some way, with either a quick bow or a nod of their head. The young male soon came to a set of double doors and pushed them opened. The room was large, making the tan male with green hair look rather small. He was wearing some kind of lab coat as the black haired male approached. "Tell me, what is the status of my father?" He asked in hurry as he slowed to a halt. The lab coat wearer only shook his head a bit as he cupped his hands on in front of him. "Elex, your father is still recovering. Its a miracle that we managed to quicken his recovery, and its a blessing that the Odin Spirit breathed life into him. However, Galax, your father, wont be able to lead the nations to war." Elex's expression sadden with great sorrow. The elemental being on his shoulder followed his emotion as it slunk it's body in depression. "You'll have to lead them, my prince." The 'doctor' added, but didn't get a response back. "Word is spreading that Exile is on the move. He some how found..." The lab coat wearer stopped his speech as both Elex and his elemental pet slowly raised their head. Their eyes met with the green haired human which struck such a fear into his heart. Their eyes were glowing a pure white solid color. A light breeze rushed in and began to lightly swirl around the young male as the doctor took a step back. "That name is not permitted to be spoken in my presence." Elex warned, allowing his elemental being to speak for him instead of him uttering a single word. This frightened the green haired male more, as the spirit being's voice was a haunting one when filled with anger, speaking with many voices instead of just one. "My son" "Father!?" Elex quickly snapped out of it as Galax's voice spoke loudly within the room. "Settle your anger, and keep it within you. Hold it until you encounter the enemy." "Yes father, I'll do as you ask me to." He replies, looking around as if trying to see him, making sure he was heard by Galax as his speech was a bit loud. "Then lead the nations to victory my son. Take my place until I have recovered." "Yes father, I will do as you say." Unlike last time, Galax didn't reply. A short pause fell upon the room, until the doctor cleared his throat and grapped the young males attention. "Your father left a list of missions for you to give to each captain." The doctor informed. Elex simply nods his head, which also gave the signal for the green haired human to leave. The young male walked to a desk that was at the end of room and picked up a cellphone that was sitting on it. "This is Prince Elex, on behalf of my father Galax, I here by order a 13 Court Guard meeting. Send for every captain to arrive in nation 1's HQ meeting room." After his order he simply closed the phone and picked up the pieces of paper with the missions on them. He sat down and began reading them as he waited for the captains to arrive. Exile In the dark realm called the Exile Realm, five floors were present in the vastness of darkness. Many dark spirits, creatures, and beings gathered throughout each floor. It was barren like, with little to none plantation. The few trees that were present were dead, or bared rotten fruits. It was said that this new realm and those in it were undead, like spirits in the spirit realm, only engulfed with pure darkness. However, that wasn't the case. This was simply an unfinished world, with evil and angered species in it. On the forth floor of this realm, was large cave like room. It was circular and massive in size. In the center was a smaller circle, which was large throne room. A hooded figure sat on the throne made of black stones. His ice blue eyes glowed through his hood as he lifted his head up a bit. Two dark creatures that stood like humans approached him. "Lord Exile, we bare good news." One of the spoke, then dropped to one knee, as did the other, and bowed. "Enlighten me." He spoke with a careless tone as his eyes didn't even bother to look at them and drifted off to the side. "We've located the Ripple in the Dark Canyon. Your best leaders are working on-" "The Mirror of Sides..." Exile spoke, cutting the dark creature off. His human like expression showed confusion, or rather, lost for words and great worry. "Umm, we've yet to loca- Haaa!!!" Before he could finish a black chain with a blade at the end of it drove into the creature's chest. He gagged, following the chain links until it lead his eyes upon Exile, who had launched the bladed chain from within his dark robe. His hands never moved, nor did his uncaring and heartless eyes as they remained fixed elsewhere. Without Exile moving, the chain was yanked back and it slithered back into his robe, dropping the dead creature. "Assemble my captains. We need to prepare." He ordered, almost confusing the already shocked dark blue creature. "Ye-yes, my lord. At once." With that, the creature picked up the dead body and fled, racing off to gather the captains of each Dark Force. Exile remained where he was, sitting there in silence as he went over what he had to say in his mind. A small smirk squeezed it's way out as his eyes lightly glowed a haunting yellow color. (Once every posts their intros, I'll have the captains of both side contacted by NPC characters or a simple phone call depending on what side your on and where they are at the moment. You can even say you've received a phone call to be gathered or make a NPC character of your own to inform you that you've been called to a meeting by Elex or Exile.)
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RabidChoco	May 6 2010, 09:47 PM Post #2
Sandopolis Act 2 Posts: 2,402 Group: S Rank Hero Member #6,608 Joined: March 11, 2008 Gender: Male Country: Belgium 3DS Friend Code: 1521-5016-9168 Steam ID: RabidChoco Game Currently Playing: Persona Q: Shadow of the Labyrinth	TAYLOR/AUSTIN -- "Goddammit, Ryder, why the hell did you have to walk us into an ambush!?" The seventh squad's captain snarled as he and several others rushed a stretcher towards the fourth's sanctum. Taylor was less angry about the ambush and more angry about the fact that his old friend, now the right-hand man of the eleventh squad's captain, took a shot that was likely meant for him. And they'd located what looked like a decent site to start excavating, probably an old library or something. But hell itself would be comforting if he had to explain that Austin died (again) to Captain Elderhorn. "Dammit, don't die on me now, Austin!" Taylor's phone rang. Why did they even have cell phones in this afterlife? No matter. "Yeah? What? Kinda busy here. I'll get to the meeting as soon as I can," was his end of the conversation, short but still trying to be polite. He checked on Austin. Completely out, but still breathing. The fourth nation's complex loomed ahead. "We're almost there. Hang on, bro..." Once Austin was safely conducted into the fourth squad's complex, he sighted the central complex and started heading for it. While he headed there, he decided to put a call through to the eleventh's captain, which went straight to voicemail. "Hey. Adrian. Just so you know, Austin got wounded, bad. We were able to get him back here to the fourth just fine, though. He should pull through. Just giving you a heads-up about your lieutenant." With that, he continued towards the conference. CHET/VICTOR -- "Alright... just one more spotweld..." Victor said, gleaming goggles keeping his bangs from his eyes, when the lab phone went off, startling Vic and making burn a hole in his project. "SHIT!" he yelled, as he stormed for the phone. The captain beat him to it, though. "Tiber here," Chet answered. "Uh-huh. Straightaway." He looked at Victor as he hung up. "Chill out, and try not to blow anything up. I got to go to a c--... con--... a meeting. Keep 'em busy while I'm gone, alright?" He didn't wait for an answer as he headed for the big meeting hall in the first nation's territory. SHENAR-- Shenar, leader of Exile XIII's fourth group, colloquially known as "the Cabal" on both sides, espied Master Exile's messenger stepping through the portal. He stepped from the shadows and scared the poor guy half to death... barring the fact that they already had all died at least once. "You look like a spirit with a task," Shenar said, his tone dry. The courier merely nodded. "So what's the message?" The courier simply pointed at the portal. "Just me, or everyone?" The messenger finally found his voice and croaked, "All the captains." "Ah." Shenar broke eye contact (how did he even get such a piercing stare?) and headed into the portal, leaving the messenger to exhale the breath he didn't realize he was holding.
	Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk.


Lord Tora Unlimited Crusader	May 7 2010, 12:05 AM Post #3
【The Knight of Tigers 】 Posts: 5,462 Group: Former Monarchs Member #6,733 Joined: March 17, 2008 Gender: Male Country: Australia 3DS Friend Code: 0404-6433-6113 Steam ID: crusaderandtimothy	Alexi Sable He's late. Arms folded, foot tapping beneath her desk impatiently, Alexi stared intently at her office door. John Smith, a personal friend of hers from Squad 7, was due for a check-up, though he had yet to show up. He knows he's supposed to be here at this time every month, she fumed, The idiot's probably in the middle of working out his string maze again... She sighed and leaned to one side in her chair, resting her forehead in one hand. It had been... how long since the Old World? She still didn't know if some of the people she knew had made it to Rebirth. Sure, it was discovered that all the souls on the destroyed worlds had ended up here... but what if they had died before the worlds met their fate? And then there was Panzer... Ah yes, Panzer the android... Alexi had stumbled upon him in much the same way as she did with John. She took the robot in and gave him a place to stay where his unscrupulous creator wouldn't find him, and was slowly introducing him to the ways of 'organics'. Did AIs have souls? Or was he now lost forever? Who could tell? Alexi glanced at her watch. Barely five minutes had passed since she last checked. It was going to be a loooong wait. Daren Swanson For a serial killer obsessed with murdering his victims with shards of glass, Daren had an oddly creative side to him. Specifically, he liked making things out of coloured glass; stained glass windows were his specialty. He liked the look of jumbled, disordered bits of glass, all different colours, with nothing really to make sense of until you looked at the whole thing from a distance. He quite thought that it was like looking into a mirror, for him at least. Of course, when it all came down to it, he was still a serial killer obsessed with murdering his victims with shards of glass. And he hadn't killed anyone in so very long. "You know what I really want to do?" he mused to his fellow squad members, with whom he was sitting in a ring, "I really want to just... just get someone and just..." He mimed something in the air, which looked vaguely like a strangling-stabbing-drowning motion. If anyone but him could make sense of it, they were probably just as nuts as he was. His right leg was bouncing up and down slightly, an unconcious nervous tic of his. "Has anyone else really got that urge to just go out and cut someone?" he asked, looking around the circle. John Smith John Smith had an office all to himself. It was fairly large. Of course, a normal person of his rank wouldn't have such a spacious workplace... but then, he wasn't normal. The reason why no-one else wanted to be doing their work in the same place as him was because of the Web. From hooks haphazardly and unprofessionally inserted into the walls, and a variety of other methods aside from them, hundreds of pieces of string were attached from wall to wall, or wall to floor, or floor to ceiling, or wall to desk, or ceiling to whiteboard, or... you get the point. Hanging from this 'Web' were notes, photographs and filing numbers attached with paper clips. The floor was littered with printouts, books and documents; the walls were no different, except for the books. You can't pin a book to the wall with thumbnails. There was one other thing that bothered folk about John's office, and that was his predeliction to write. Not just on paper, but EVERYWHERE. On the whiteboards. On the desks. On the walls. On the floor. Everywhere you looked, there would be his eerie (or just messy?) handwriting. Sometimes it was forumlae and theories. Sometimes it was reminders and lists. Sometimes it was the Oxford Dictionary's definition of the word 'hopeless' written over and over again. And rather than using the overhead lights, John only used desk lamps. No-one knew why, except him. But it gave the whole room a dim, unwelcoming atmosphere. John didn't mind. It stopped people from messing with his work. It also stopped them from walking in on him, clutching his head in blind pain while trying to force a pill between his clenched teeth. After all, it wouldn't take a quantum theorist to figure out that he was very, very unwell. Sayne Gothicus Sayne stared at the members of his squad from the rock he was sitting on top of, polishing his katana without paying too much attention to it. They were reliable, and good at what they did to boot. They were also strange, in their own individual ways, but then again, so was he. Heck, anyone who found themselves in Squad 13 - "By order of the insert current monarch's name here, Dominus Primus of the 1st Nation of the 13 Court Guard Nations of Rebirth, and the approval of insert current head honcho's name here, Captain of the 13th Nation of the 13 Court Guard Nations of Rebirth..." and so and so forth - was bound to be a bit abnormal anyway. It was just that kind of work. What was even odder was that he and his two right-hand operatives, John and Jev, all possessed Kinetic abilities. John had lightning, Jev had fire, and Sayne... he had plasma. Well, his technically wasn't a 'kinesis' so much as a 'generation', but he could control what he generated to some degree, so it still counted. But only just. Sayne wasn't a scientist. He was a fighter, and had been so, from his childhood on the streets to his bar brawls as a teen, and from his training under Hitodama-sensei to the current day. However, since his power was the ability to generate plasma, it kinda helped to know what exactly 'plasma' was. To his surprise, having researched it, he discovered that both fire and lightning were forms of plasma, but ionized differently to one another or something like that. He liked that. It was amusingly fitting, considering the people he had to work with. Just goes to show what Sayne's sense of humour is like. Edited by Tora Unlimited Crusader, May 7 2010, 12:07 AM.
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HollyYoshi	May 7 2010, 08:15 AM Post #4
I object to your claims Posts: 15,025 Group: =SB= Queens Member #9,640 Joined: January 9, 2009 Gender: Female Country: United States of America 3DS Friend Code: 1891-1489-0768 Nintendo ID: Agent_Blaire Game Currently Playing: Yoshi's Island	Blaire Fields: Ah, the monotony of cleaning one�s sword. How exciting. Sarcasm aside that, was just what this violet-furred heroine was doing at the moment. A red rag gently caressed across the smooth steel of the blue blade, removing any specs of dust it came across. Blaire�s reflection shone in the blade, her face full of calm content. The Sapphire Blade was but a normal saber. The only difference between it and most other swords of its kind was the aforementioned cobalt blade and the darker hued hilt. Still, it was quite the weapon, having giving Blaire the edge in battle quite a few times in the past. Ah yes, her past. Truth be told, the Siberian Husky had not always been part of this 13 Court Guard. No. At one point, she was a proud member of the Oakland Resistance Division. The Division was a Freedom Fighter group, designed to help take back the planet Mobius from the despicable despot known as Dr. Robotnik. However, he was not the O.R.D�s only enemy. Some time before Blaire joined the Division, a couple of Mobians thought it would be a swell idea to betray all the Freedom Fighters stood for and actually create a group that supported Robotnik. Needless to say, this �Klawzax Unit�, as they were called, named after the leader Raxton Klawzax, was not a big hit with anyone from the Oakland Resistance Division. Blaire joined as a trainee a couple years later. The trainers were quite impressed, not only with her skills in general but also with the loyalty she carried for the Freedom Fighter cause. With all that, is it any wonder she became the leader of her team? And it seemed that this world which the dog now made her home too had creatures that had some respect for her skills. For she had been made the 1st Squad Leader of the 1st Nation-the one that oversaw all of New Seireitei. She wasn�t exactly sure how it happened, but she was honored to help keep this world in balance. �Blaire?� At that voice, the canine raised her head. The familiar figure of a teal-furred Sea Otter caught her eyes, sending a smile across her muzzle. �Ah Fern, how nice to see you.� Fern Stryfont let out a little chuckle at that. �Well, we don�t get to see each other that often. Especially not after what happened that day back in Robotropolis,� she said, speaking that last sentence with a somber whisper. The Mobian laid a paw on her friend�s shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. �Well, the important thing is, you�re alright now.� �Yes I know. Still�.� the otter�s eyes shifted downward and her feet shuffled the floor. �Now, now. Don�t be like that Fern,� Blaire told her. �Things worked out okay, for the most part. Now�what is it you wish to speak of me?� the canine inquired, crossing her arms over her chest. Fern was quick to answer; �Well if you really want to know, you probably should get to Squad 1�s HQ.� The Siberian Husky placed her Sapphire Blade in its scabbard, a fainting hissing sound reverberating from the sheath. A sly smirk was on her face as she spoke; �Let me guess, Exile again? It�s always him, isn�t it? Well, it�s my duty to help oversee this world.� �I�m not sure what�s up, actually. All I know is, the captains of every Squad have been called to receive some missions or something. I figured I should let you know, since you are a member of Squad One and all.� �Well, when you put it that way, I�ll be there in a jiffy.� ---------------------------------------------------------- Aurora Lunetane: Aurora stood over a table, a plethora of vials right there in front of her. With a calculating eye, she picked up one of the bottles and began to examine it. It was a simple glass vial, of a deep green hue. The brown liquid sloshed about inside as she moved the bottle around. �Hmm, what an interesting little solution. A pain reliever perhaps?� It was at that moment a visitor arrived; Austin Ryder. �Oh my�what do we have here?� the wolf asked, approaching the human. --------------------------------------------------------------- Chester Chipston: SHIT! Chester jumped at the sound of that voice, nearly dropping the device he was helping another Squad member with. The Alpine Chipmunk whirled around, just in time to see Victor burn a hole in his own device. �What was that all about?� the mint green Mobian questioned, having too heard the phone go off while in the lab. Chill out, and try not to blow anything up. I got to go to a c--... con--... a meeting. Keep 'em busy while I'm gone, alright? Chester gave a hearty salute in Chet�s direction. �Hey, don�t worry about us. Well be just fine.� ---------------------------------------------------------------- Drake McStrype/Typh Strom: �You sure this will work?� �Has it ever failed before?� �Well�no.� �Well there�s your answer.� �But Typh. Let�s be reasonable here. Your double agent stunt worked extremely well back when we worked for the Oakland Resistance Division. Those Klawzax Agents never even came close to guessing that Squall Tempest, the ruthless member of their team was actually completely against their ideals.� Typh raised an eyebrow; Drake�s words sent a small amount to confusion into his brain. �And�?� the wolf wondered, hoping to have some light shed on this situation. �But this is different! Some of those Exile members probably have powers we have never even heard of before,� the tiger answered. �And the Klawzax Unit had agents that had weapons we had never heard of before. That didn�t stop me, now did it?� the Timber Wolf said, giving a quick wink in the yellow Mobian�s direction. �I know, but still�.� It was at that very moment that a faint rock tune began to course through the room. Knowing just what was causing it, Drake stood up out of the chair he was in and began to make his way over to a marble counter. There, a black cell phone laid-his cell phone. The Bengal Tiger picked up the device, flipped it open, and spoke to whomever was at the other end; �Drake McStrype, captain of Squad 2��uh-huh�.okay�.fine. I�ll be right there.� �What was that about?� Typh inquired. �It seems that I have been summoned for a meeting. Watch the place while I�m gone, okay?� ------------------------------------------------------ Lance Trundalt/Grove Conifirn: A distinct clanking sound echoed through the hallway as Grove Conifirn made his way to the room belonging to Squad 6. While being partially robotic did have its advantages (SUPER EPIC STEEL-SHATTERING PUNCH FOR THE WIN!), there were a few downsides to it. Such as slowed speed thanks to the weight of the metal limbs. Yes, it was both a blessing and a curse. �It could be worse. I could have been completely* roboticized.� That thought sent shivers down the Pine Squirrel�s spine. He remembered well the events that led up to his current appearance. And he was quite grateful to have been saved when he was. Sure he may have turned into a cyborg Mobian, but perhaps as a side effect to not being fully* roboticized, he retained his freewill. �Now that�is something I should be grateful for. And I am.� Eventually, Grove made it to the door that gave one access to Squad 6�s room. The green-furred Mobian flexed his robotic fingers, a sly smirk growing across his muzzle. �Alrighty then, time for a dramatic entrance,� he whispered to himself. But what to do? He couldn�t try busting down the door again. It wouldn�t have been so bad if the door had remained in one piece. But no, it had to be shattered in several hundred sections. That would teach Grove not to take his skills lightly. �I�ve got it�� he said, raising a finger in the air. �I shall slowly open the door�� His right paw wrapped pressed against the door, gently pushing it open. And when there was enough room to maneuver� �Iiiiiiiiit�s squirrel time!!!� The young Mobian leapt into the room and formed a fancy front flip, landing on the palms of his hands. In just a split second, the squirrel had sprang back up, performing this time a back flip. His feet touched lacquered wood-a counter and he then jumped back up, grabbing a chandelier in the process (How it didn�t get pulled out by its� cords from Grove�s weight is one of the mysteries of the universe). Using the chandelier, the cyborg Mobian swung himself across the room. And he landed a mere two feet away from a sky blue-furred Siberian Husky. �Grove Conifirn, reporting for duty sir!� The husky, Captain Lance Trundalt, raised an eyebrow at the rather goofy salute his friend was giving him. �At ease soldier,� he stated, playing along with the Pine Squirrel�s little game. �Very well then,� Grove stated, placing his paws behind his back, a large grin present on his countenance. �How are ya doing buddy?� �I�m doing well, considering,� Lance replied, shifting his eyes to the left. �Well, there is a reason I�m here. Besides wanting to see an old friend of course,� the half-robotic Mobian said, giving a little wink. �Piper Pardiene approached me, asking if I could tell you to come up for a meeting.� �A meeting you say? What about?� �You know�I didn�t think to ask�� --------------------------------------------- Skye Stratrod: �More carrot cake�? Oh you shouldn�t have�actually, yes you should have.� Sleeping in the cockpit of a biplane, muttering gibberish about food, was Skye Stratrod, captain of Squad 3. The Cape Hare had just completed a successful test run of said aircraft and was now in the process of catching forty winks. He had just gathered twenty-five of these winks when in walked a grey-furred Cliff Chipmunk by the name of Hazel Miaston. The young Mobian approached Skye, shaking her head at some of the things the hare was muttering. �Dang, even when he�s asleep he�s a glutton. Although, that pecan pie he mentioned does sound rather delicious�� she thought with a growing smirk. �Could I get some more ketchup for my fries? And maybe some season salt?� Hazel just chuckled at that statement as she approached the latent lagomorph. She reached out a paw and grasped his blue-furred shoulder. Giving it a little shake, she spoke to him; �Skye. Skye? Wake uuuup.� Smacking his lips, the Cape Hare pried open his eyes�.and very nearly had a heart attack when he saw Hazel staring right at him. �Yah!� he cried, backing up a couple of inches. �Sorry to pull you away from you buffet, but I�m here to tell you that you should get your cotton tail over to Squad 1�s HQ.� Skye let out a deep sigh, brushing back his ears. �My tail is not a cotton one. Rabbits have cotton tails. I am a hare. There is a difference.� �Yes, yes, I know,� Hazel stated, rolling her eyes. �But you still have to get over to the HQ.� �Alright then. I�ll be right there�� the Cape Hare stated, pulling himself out of the cockpit. --------------------------------------------------------- Scarlett Cyphon: Scarlett sat in a circle, her fellow squad members sitting near the red-furred fox. The vixen was bored out of her skull, resting it on her palm. Like her superior, Daren, it too had been quite a while since she got to take some poor soul�s life force away through the use of her longsword. One whole month in fact. It was a young ferret she had killed, a member of that pathetic 13 Court Guard. A quick decapitation had taken care of him. You know what I really want to do? The fox glanced at the one who had spoken out of the corner of her eyes, the frames of her glasses blocking the sight Daren Swanson. In a bored and almost monotonous voice, she spoke; �No I don�t know. And quite frankly, I don�t even care,� she muttered, rolling her eyes. I really want to just... just get someone and just... The vulpine looked at Daren as if he was crazy-and in truth, he was. A fact made more apparent by the motion he had imitated. �I have�no idea what that was about. And again, I don�t even care.� Has anyone else really got that urge to just go out and cut someone? At this question, a sinister grin crossed her white-furred snout. �Oh, have I ever. I especially want to find that Blaire and slowly, ever so slowly, slice her throat open. I would kill for the chance to take care of that husky once and for all! ------------------------------------------------------ Shrapnel Torsile: Ticktickticktickticktickticktick�. �Come on time bomb�.detonate�� said a semi-impatient Shrapnel as he stated at the digital clock face of his latest weapon. The timer had said zero for five minutes now, but it was still ticking and obviously hadn�t blown up. �This is very unusual. I�ve had delays before but five minutes? Seems a bit unrealistic.� �Uh�.Sergeant?� At that voice, Shrapnel turned to see a brown-furred rabbit; Rusty Lamogren, a fellow agent of the Klawzax Unit he and Scarlett had been officers of. The weasel simply chuckled, full of good humor. �Ah Rusty, you know you don�t have to call me what I no longer am. �Captain� or even plain old �Shrapnel� will do for me. I�m not Scarlett, you know.� �Yes, I know�but I guess it�s just a force of habit. Scarlett must have driven it into me. Like some sort of red-hot ice pick.� The Mountain Weasel looked at the rabbit with great confusion. �How does one have a red hot ice pick? Never mind,� he said, shaking his head. �What is it you wish of me?� �Well, it seems that Exile wants you�and the rest of the captains to appear for a meeting.� Rusty answered. �He does, does he? Hey, maybe I�ll have a chance to test out my new line of time bombs�.If I can get them working, that is.� Right on cue, there was a loud explosion. A very loud explosion. Fortunately, while the explosion was loud, it wasn�t at all dangerous. Shrapenl had figured out how to rig bombs so that test runs did not yield any disastrous results. The worse thing that could have happened to him, was his fur getting charred black-such as it had now. �Well�.at least I know it works�.�



L Dragon	May 7 2010, 12:26 PM Post #5
Chaos Emerald Posts: 691 Group: S Rank Knight Member #746 Joined: March 19, 2007	13 Court Guard Seed, 1st Squad Leader of Squad 4 The green haired mortal deity was making his rounds, followed by a wind element being that looked to be human. However, it had no face. It's hair were like leafs, and its cloak was like moss. Seed held a clipboard in his hands, checking off boxes on a sheet of paper as he walked by a few rooms. Every now and then he would poke his head in to see what was going on. He soon came to his captain's office and stopped in front of the door way. He motioned for his 'companion' to continue onward, and it did. "Captain." Seed spoke as he approached Alexi. He quickly noticed her tapping foot, but ignored it for now. "I've received word that all captains are to report of 1st Nation's HQ. A meeting, I'm told, is what your being summoned for." He explains as he writes notes down on the sheet of papers. "As well, the wind tells me that Austin Ryder was dropped off not too while ago. He seems in pretty bad shape, as the wind tells me. My treesmen informs me that Aurora was caring for him. As well, we've received another member of squad 10 with a spiritual cursed placed upon her. We've learned that this curse is the same one we couldn't find a cure for 2 weeks ago. And like the other, it isn't contagious." He informs her, still writing down notes and soon stops as he looked up, setting his eyes upon his captain. "Should I tend to this curse and try to find a cure, or would you have me care to something?" He asked, focusing on her until she would give him a reply. Seed was an odd character, but he wasn't rude. Rolo, Captain of Squad 10 Outside and south of the 13 Court Guard nations was Rolo and a small team of his. He didn't want any of his squad leaders to go with him on this trip, as it wasn't anything of great importance. They were simply looking for a tree that was said to bare a spirit fruit. Though Rolo wasn't into technology, and didn't like using fancy devices, he carried around a cellphone encase he ever needed to be called back. He was with a group of five, all of them were different species. "Ceyon, did you find any spirit particles within any of the wild animals around here?" Rolo asked as he keep his eyes forward. A silver furry of some kind with skin instead of fur quickened it's pace until she caught up with her captain. "Yes, but only a small few of them." She replied, to which the captain slowly nod his head as they kept walking. Rolo soon stopped in his tracks, causing for everyone else to stop and look at him confused. "We're close." He informed them, narrowing his eyes upon something in the distance. Everyone else soon saw what their captain saw, a white bull with yellow solid eyes and four horns coming our of the top of its head. It's fur shined and glowed in the sunlight as it fixed it's eyes upon Rolo and his team. "Do we attack it, captain?" One of them asked. Rolo remained silent, not sure if they should attack or not. It didn't charge them, but who is say it wont if they take another step. "Only if it attacks first... And remember, we don't want to kill it. It can lead us to the tree if we put a tracker on it." He informs them. He slowly reached back and grabbed his spear, getting it ready should he have to use it. Exile XIII Haze, Captain of Dark Force 1 The 5th floor of the Exile Realm, owned by the entire 11th Dark Force. There is only one Dark Force they listened to, and that dark force was Dark Force 1. The only reason they did, was because of Exile. The one under Exile was Haze, a mortal fire deity that hadn't the mind set for games. "You wont get a chance if your mind isn't focus." Haze's voice echoed as he approached the 11th Dark Force members. His eyes glowed in the darkness of this realm, as if his eyes were made of fire. "Exile has called every captain to his throne." He informs them, directing his speech towards Daren as he soon stopped next to him. "The smell of fresh blood fills his throne, which means he isn't in the best of moods. Making him wait can only lead to more blood coloring the floor of his throne. I suggest we hurry." He adds, informing Daren of Exile's current mood. As well, he didn't exclude himself from Exile's wrath, for he knew full well that no one was safe when Exile was enraged. Only those that didn't fail him would be allowed to live. Cloaktic, Captain of Dark Force 2 Cloaktic sat on the roof of his master room. He looked upon the swirling black sky of doom, the ugly and dark gloom of this unfinished world. All he could think about was how this planet would of look had it be finished, had it not been interrupted in its creation, had it not been for Galax getting in the way. He knew a small group of his force was on mission already, and should be returning by now. Though they were late, he could careless. His mind was filled with many 'what ifs.' Though his mind was else where, his spirit cloak was very alert. Anyone that would try to sneak up on him would be picked up quickly by Cloaktic, which was the name of the cloak the frog wore. The frogs actual names was Cloa, a name he banned once he put on the talking and fighting cloak. Cloa was already informed about the meeting, however, he took this time relax and collect himself before he would bring himself in front of Exile. As an excuse for being late, his team he sent out hadn't returned yet. As well, Exile ordered him to send out a team and bring back the results of their mission. Coming in with the results of the mission was safer then coming in with nothing to present at all. Grain, 2nd Force Leader of Dark Force 5 Grain sat in one of the building structures within the Dark Force 5 territory. He watched the other dark beings and creatures move about, eying them with no emotions at all. To be more exact, this place he was in served as a bar, a dark and horrid bar where blood was the main serving drink. Thanks to Dark Force 12 and 10, different drinking options were presented. Most of them came from Dark Force 12, the 'science' gurus of this dark world. Grain didn't like hanging out, but he did like to observe the behavior of others. It was relaxing, in a way. That is, until one of the 'tough' guys decided to start something with Grain. "Hey you!! Your nothing!! I can kick your ass any time and any-Gaah!" The 'though' guy started to chock and gag, almost as if he was drowning as he started to gargle some form of liquid in his mouth. He soon collapsed to the ground as blood poured out of his mouth. The idiot drank something he wasn't suppose, which slightly angered Grain a bit, as he didn't get to the guys mouth on his own. Everyone else went back to doing whatever as the body was carried away and tossed outside. The mortal deity closed his eyes, bored and waiting for something exciting to happen. Rellon, 1st Force Leader of Dark Force 9 The dark tan human walked around, focused and determined. His eyes remained set on his goal, as if he can see it right in front of him. His pace was quicker then a walking pace, which meant he was in a slight hurry. His goal was to locate his captain, Daisy Amoure. The first place he figured she would be, was in her Master Room. If not, then he'll have to ask around in order to find her. He was given the message that Exile wanted all the captains to report to his Throne Room. He also heard a roam that Exile wasn't in a good mood. However, how would anyone know what mood Exile's in? Their leader was a hard being to read. As well, so was his species. He looked human, but his actions, his voice, and his mannerism say other wise. Exile's father, the creator and starter of Exile XIII never made himself seen by other. He always covered his face with his hood, and his body was covered with clothing from head to toe. But what told everyone that Exile's father wasn't human, was his height and the mass of his body. Either way, Rellon reach his goal and stopped in front of the entrance to his captain's master room. "Captain Daisy. It is I, Rellon, your 1st Squad Leader." He called, hoping she would be there and answer him, allowing him to enter her master room and deliver his message. Rellon always had a hard time entering her master room. He had a thing about walking in a female's room without being asked in first. Kirby/Kijin/Detus Kirby, the captain of Dark Force 10, stood in front of Detus, the 2nd force leader of Dark Force 13. They spoke to another, and seemed rather close to each. It was odd, because Detus was a killing machine, a hunter that leaves a trail of chaos and destruction. While Kirby was an odd and unstable frog when it comes to emotions and expressing himself. Seeing these two hold a conversation meant that they knew about each other more then anyone, even those within their squads. The only thing that brought these two together in the first place, was the spirit in Kirby's eye, and the fact that Detus was the brother of that spirit within his eye. Some would say that Detus isn't really speaking to Kirby, but to his spirit brother living in Kirby's eye. As these two talked, Kijin, 1st Force Leader of Dark Force 10 approached them in his hollow form. He was running, sprinting it would seem, towards them which quickly drew both of them to focus on the hollow. Once he was close enough, the hollow transformed into his human form and slowed his pace down to a walking, only to soon stop and stand in front of his captain. "Exile wants all captains to report to his throne room." He informed them, to which Kirby simply nods and turned to Detus. "I don't think I need to tell you to tell your captain." Kirby comments. However, Detus was already on the move before the frog could even start his sentence. This caused the frog to let out a loud 'Ha!' in amusement, but his smirk quickly died down to a emotionless expression. "Go tell Cloaktic to get his butt in that throne room." Kirby orders, to which Kijin quickly formed back into his hollow form and raced off. Tac, 1st Force Leader of Dark Force 12 "I wouldn't present yourself in that condition." Tac informed Shrapnel, his captain, as he approached him. He waved his hand a bit to clear the lingering smoke. "One of my Lion Insects I implanted in one of the Darklins was last seen transmitting its location in Exile's throne room. A few seconds after the Darklin arrived, it's pulse went flat, to which my insect died along with it." The lion informed his captain, was well, informing him of his progress on his latest invention. "I would clean up before you seem him, my captain." He adds, keeping his normal serious yet mean look he always displayed.
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SuperShadowgal	May 7 2010, 02:17 PM Post #6
The Female Ultimate Life Form! Posts: 3,112 Group: E Rank Legend Member #59 Joined: April 29, 2006	Jewel I had always wanted to be a Freedom Fighter. Jewel mused. She sat in the back of Squad 6's central headquarters, a place she normally found herself frequenting while awaiting orders. When there was no work, but she had to be alert and on duty, she found herself thinking about her past life. Sometimes, if she was lucky, her old friend Keiri-rei -- a messenger for Court Guard -- would come talk with her and catch up on events that were happening between various squads (and friends). Today was not that day though... Jewel thought back to the first time she had truly decided to commit herself to being a part of a Freedom Fighter group. She thought of Keiri and Taru, her two closest friends on Angel Island, and how she planned to leave to join a band of Freedom Fighters. How she ran into the mysterious (by her standards) serval, Flash. She had realized back then, however long ago that was, that she had taken things for granted. Jewel had been searching for a group to join, when all along she had stumbled upon a group already. All her friends, new and old, wouldn't have made such a bad group to fight for the planet. But that was before this mess happened. Now she was part of some large group known as the Court Guard and she was with completely new faces. If she had known that aspiring to be a Freedom Fighter would lead to so many strange events back-to-back... Well, she wondered if it was right to wish about such a thing after all. After the world changed into this, she lost ties with most of her friends. She wondered if some of the ones missing were even alive. She had talked with Keiri, but when the subject of Taru-ka came up, she had no answer. Jewel wondered where he could be, if he was even alive. Keiri had also said she met Flash, a member of Squad 7. He couldn't find his sister. They had been reunited, but it was cut short. It was a shame. Jewel had considered meeting with Flash a few times, but decided against it. She imagined he was too busy now to chat idly with friends, he always seemed to take work seriously. Maybe it was just her opinion. �Iiiiiiiiit�s squirrel time!!!� A voice broke the silence and Jewel looked up. She listened to the pine squirrel talk with the leader of her Squad. An important meeting? Jewel imagined this would not forebode well. Important meetings like this normally meant bad news. ========================================= Flash/Lucius Anula. That was what concerned him currently. Flash normally didn't keep his thoughts trained on his sister, but the thought that he would be at Squad 4 for a bit made him think of her. When he had met his sister again after 5 years, he had come to learn that she was priestess in Cat Country. The leader of the temple, whatever she would have been called, had nothing but great praise to tell Flash. Anula was apparently an adept healer -- a power brought about when the factory in their hometown wiped the city off the map. Flash had been following his captain to Squad 4, to help in any way possible with a downed man in the field of battle. They had walked into an ambush and he was greatful they at least got out with the skin of their teeth. But in the event of retreating, they had suffered some injuries along the way. He didn't have to come along, but felt a sense of duty of following along with his Squad and ensuring this man got the proper care for his sustained injuries. Besides, he hoped to ask Squad 4 if they knew of his sister. He had been dying to get answers about her. ========================================== Daisy Dark Force 9 was a strange place indeed. Their leader had adorned their main room with shelf upon shelf of books. Now, a book worm isn't anything strange, but it was what was written upon the books that was. The books were old -- scrolls, parchments, pages bound with strings -- these were what lay on the shelves. Daisy, leader of Force 9, stood over a desk and scoured various books for certain, interesting pieces of writing. She seemed to be talking to herself. Between cross-referencing and holding strange artifacts, she would say "Yes, yes" or "Yes, I'll make note of this here." Daisy seemed to possibly be writing a large and thorough thesis or plan of some kind. It was entitled, "The Prophecy." This was obviously a rough draft, for there were numerous scribblings all across the paper in every which way. "Captain Daisy. It is I, Rellon, your 1st Squad Leader." came a voice from the other side of the door. Daisy looked up towards the direction of the door. She couldn't help but smirk; the word's Captain and Daisy strung together pleased her more than anything else. She enjoyed being a high ranking official for the former group's cause. Daisy had always been a dedicated member of the Divine Prophecy, the former name of the group, but she never was allowed a high ranking officer position. "Your time will come, Miss Amoure." they would always say. Truthfully it never did, but now she was leader in Exile's rank, a group simply known as Dark Force 9. In Divine Prophecy, members were always scoping out old scriptures from days long past. These were mainly books written by Echidnas, because DP used to believe they were the only divine race. The world would be cleansed of the impurities and Divine Prophecy would rule with the greater being that did the deed. Daisy was sure that the cleansing did happen, but maybe Divine Prophecy had some it all wrong. She began to broaden her search in ancient scriptures from all the races and species of the planet. She came to the conclusion that the cleansing was more of a natural selection, only the strong would (And should survive) the cleansing that has happened. And as for those who wouldn't commit to Divine Prophecy's will, well she'd surely have their heads for it. There were a few people that came to mind that would hinder her goals. Daisy had spent at least a minute or two writing more notes down; a hit list of sorts. She hadn't forgotten Rellon outside the door, but imagined he may have been losing his patience. Although, Daisy was always one to keep other's waiting a few minutes. "Please come in Rellon." Daisy finally called, "Do you have some important matter to tell me?" She began to shuffle her important documents together in a neat stack. ========================================= NightShade/Nathaniel NightShade had been resting in his private quarters. He had never had such a more peaceful living quarter since well... frankly all his own rooms were noisy in some way. But as he tried to think about it, being with his wife, Siriana, actually was very peaceful. That was until the human did all this to him. They killed his wife, her unborn child, locked him in a place for crazies, and then he snapped... As he thought about it, the anger in him drove him to the edge. He began to lose what little sanity he had at that moment. NightShade wanted to take his anger out on something or even someone... His Squad hadn't done much in recent days, months even? He craved something to do. NS hadn't really been a team player, but doing deeds for Exile proved to be likable for him. He was quite reluctant to join their ranks, knowing there were humans, but he would make an exception -- after all, he was reassured that some humans needed to be eradicated. He was sent to Squad 13 and found it exhilarating. The thrill of the hunt, as you could say. He could see it now, the Court Guard's members scattered across a maze of forest. Their hearts beating fast and then NightShade delivered the mortal blow as they begged for mercy. He couldn't think of anything better. "Nathan..." came an eerie, echoing voice. NightShade immediately sat up. "S-Siri!" he called. A feminine figure surrounded by a light seemed to stand before him. "Nathan, you must..." the figures voice began to trail off as it spoke. NightShade ran to the figure and knelt down. "Yes, I know. I will take of things, do not worry. I will find and kill all those that stand between me and you." he spoke. The figure seemed to fade away, if it was even there to begin with. Voices could be heard outside the door, possibly walking down to another room nearby. NightShade pressed his ear up against the door and listened intently. "The Master has requested all captains to report to him immediately." came a voice. Exile XIII's leader? NightShade smirked. Obviously something important was happening, maybe then he would find more Court Guard's to defeat...
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SXR123	May 7 2010, 03:25 PM Post #7
Blue streak, Speeds by... SONIC THE HEDGEHOG!!! Posts: 5,101 Group: C Rank Legend Member #9,446 Joined: October 22, 2008	(SHIT!! I'm late! REEEAL LATE! sorry everyone! Oh well Here I go!) X and Demon A blueish green hedgehog sitting down, his eyes closed, quietly breathing. His arms were crossed, He sit there concentrating. A large sword lay at his side, It was a gray color with a red handle. He remembered what little childhood he had. With his Father. "Go on! Go grab that ball X!" His father shouted. X, still a baby, crawled over and grabbed it, Baby X giggled and tossed the ball into the air. His father laughed and walked over to X, rubbing his head. "What a throw! You're gonna be a major league player someday!" His father smiled, and picked up his son. "Come on lets go inside and get something to eat little guy!" His father said walking into the house. The images and his fathers voice echoed inside his head, X slightly laughed seeing himself as a baby again. "Yo... sleeping beauty wake up." X opened his eyes to see Demon floating in front of him, Demon was transparent, and a 1/5 the size of X. "Would it kill you to let me rest a bit?" X asked it. "Yes... Aah! ooh... aah!!" Demon clutches his chest, pretending to die. "Come on... I'm bored." Demon pouted. "What am I supposed to do about it? I'm waiting for the captain to give me some orders, until then I'm resting... I'd like to remember what my life was like BEFORE you came into it..." X closed his eyes once more, and began to remember his childhood again. Demon rolled his and crossed his arms. "There's a saying... The past is history... The future is a mystery." Demon began. X opened his eyes. "Today... Is a gift... Instead of reminiscing on the past... treat today like it was your last." Demon looked at him. "Your life may have changed the moment I was sealed inside of your body, but all you do is sit around all day and remember what it was like to be a kid." Demon spoke seriously. "You have a phone, so instead of waiting here all day for Sayne to give you orders, why not go out and do something? I may have agreed to help you against the exile, but you never know what tomorrow will bring. Today is a normal day, yesterday was normal as well, but tomorrow?" Demon floated away from X, his back facing him. "Well who knows? tomorrow could very well be the end of you, and you would have spent your last moments sitting here doing nothing." X's head slouched down. "I guess your right..." He sighed and stood up, he bent down and grabbed his sword putting it in the holder on his back. "I guess I can go for a short run, stretch my legs." He said smiling. "Finally!" Demon nearly shouted, "I'll be watching inside of your head... Have fun." Demon floated towards X, slowly disappearing as he reached him. ---------------------------------------- Leo A black hedgehog, swinging his sword around, training. He was sweating as he chopped up targets that sprang out of the ground, they were random every time so he never knew where they'd appear. He ran and sliced the targets until he finally collapsed after hours of training, his sword dropping next to him. He lay there panting, "Got... to keep training..." He said struggling to get back up. He suddenly heard his stomach growl. He slightly laughed and tried standing. "Guess I'd best get myself something to eat..." He said grabbing his sword. He used the sword as a crutch and limped inside, "Lets see... gonna make myself a sandwich and rest a bit..." He said opening up a fridge. He pulled out some bread, a few toppings and made his sandwich, then taking a bite. "I should be a professional chef..." He joked and sat down, resting. "Shoo... Guess I'll have to take a brake... that last session's tired me out..." He said, taking a bite of his sandwich. Drake Drake grinned holding a hacky sack. "Lets see... if I remember what that one guy did... I should be able to top it..." He lightly tossed it up in the air, confirming it's weight. "Bought half a pound..." He slightly tossed it again, higher each time, then grinned. "Heh heh..." He scratched his nose and smiled. "Huut!" He threw it up into the air, waiting for it to come back down. It came back with increased speed, he kicked it with his foot and as it came back down he kneed it. He did a lot of fancy foot work as he lightly tapped it with his toe, jumping in the air, still kicking it. He kicked it behind him, Kicked it with the heel of his foot and let it fall into his hand. "well that wasn't very fun..." He frowned. He dropped it and smiled. "Hyaah!" He kicked it as hard as he could, watching it fly into the air. He waited a few minutes looking for it. Not seeing it he shrugged it off and began walking to the squad 6 room. Seeing a squirrel jump into the room shouting "iiiiiiiiiiiiiit's Squirrel time!" He pondered for a moment and walked in. "so... what's going on here?" He asked. Kabito (Part of Kabito's past has to do with my fanfic) Kabito, sat there, remembering the one who had bested him, beaten him. Stopped him dead in his tracks. He sat there juggling small electric bolts in his hand. Damn him... He thought, Hmm... I've heard that he's joined up with the Court Guard... this'll be my chance to annihilate him... He thought smiling. Kabito looked at Daren, hearing his question. "Uh... no... I like to electrocute them to death type." Kabito looked at him. "Kind of an odd question..." He stopped juggling the electricity and sighed.
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Zak	May 7 2010, 04:45 PM Post #8
For The Circle Posts: 4,002 Group: D Rank Legend Member #9,748 Joined: February 10, 2009 3DS Friend Code: 1118-0225-4062 Steam ID: zakth686	{Zak's POV} Zak picked up the bowl, filled with a strange plant and crushed it into a powder. he took the powder and mixed a strange liquid with it. it had a strange minty, earthy smell. He fumbled around his desk to find a paintbrush, and care fully dipped it in the solution. Using a picture reference from a book beside him, he drew out on his desk a strange formation with two circles and two triangles. In the book, under the picture the words "Figure 1.7- Basic Transmutation circle" could be read. Once the picture was copied onto his desk, Zak continued reading the book. He took a jar of dust, painstakingly collected over a few months, and dumped it into the middle of the diagram on his desk. He held up one finger and the tip was engulfed in a blue light. Then, very carefully, he gently pressed his finger to the edge of the circle. The figure began to glow with a brighter blue light, then a gold aura. Through the shine, one could see the dust lift up and swirl into a shape. Zak lifted his finger from the desk and the glow faded away from his finger and the circle. In place of the dust, was now a shiny new looking thimble. "Wow! this is some cool stuff!" Zak said, picking up and examining the thimble. He had been an etherkenetic nearly all his life, and had never been surprised by his generation of fire and control of water and such. But the concept of Alchemy and turning something into something totally different using only natural elements never ceased to amaze him. So did the old age alchemists that used it to amaze people. Nonetheless, he wasn't stuck in the past. A computer across the room made quick beep noise. Zak turned to see a pop-up on screen. "You Have Mail". He put down the thimble and walked over to the machine. He opened up his E-Mail and read over the digital letter. "A meeting, huh? Sounds important." he said to himself. He opened the door and yelled out "Psyche! Hey! Psyche!". Squad 5 was composed of only him and her. it was not the smallest group, but sometimes it felt like it. And him being the captain and her being all alone, he'd need to tell her he was leaving. {Mute's POV} "Thins place..." Mute said looking around the unfinished world from a high up place. "...is absolutely dreadful." Mute had always been instilled with a high sense of honor, but he lost much of his a long time ago. He know worked for whoever could pay enough. And between the Guard and ExileXIII, Evil had money. Yes, he knew that those he world for where out for revenge and the destruction of an organization that's sole purpose was to preserve peace. He classified that as evil. And this dark unfinished world didn't help. But he still had a high sense of honor, and would fight to the death to uphold the little he had left. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he promised he would only kill those whom it was absolutely necessary. He was tired of being so high up. His right leg was staring to get tired too. he very carefully moved his left leg as to not upset his balance, and fall of the high and thin peak he was precariously balanced on. in one swift motion, he jumped of, flipped in the air, landed on his feet and one hand, and burst forward in a run without a single moment of hesitation. {Lucas' POV} "Do it Zeto." Lucas said to his chao. "Lucas, you have to learn to control that anger, you've never been the violent type and I don't want-" "DO IT." Lucas cut him off. The chao sighed and glowed with a neon green light. The Red spot and surrounding Gray ring of lucas' shirt did the same. The chao moved toward the stern looking fox and merged with the shirt, the light expanding all over Lucas' body. The shape of the fox changed and his outline became more sharp. Suddenly, the light was shed of the newly armored fox in a shattering fashion. His clothes were now metallic and covered his arms and legs. His muzzle was now mouthless and chrome. The red and gray design on his shirt now a glowing bulb. His tail armored by sharp metal and his hair now three spikes on his forehead. His left arm had been replaced by a minigun, and his eyes were now a black visor with glowing red pupils. He aimed the gun at a dummy in front of him and unleashed a furry of bullets at the mannequin. he jumped, avoiding an imaginary bullet, and shot another behind him. he continued this battle practice until almost all the dummies had been shot multiple times. One dummy left. "Zak..." Lucas said under his voice. They had been best friends, almost brothers. He'd taken Zak in, let him live with his family, and Zak betrayed him. He went over to the opposite side and ratted him out. if it weren't for his chao and suit of armor, he'd probably be dead right now. "Zak...." Lucas repeated. he shot one bullet, even though he had no scope on his gun or stabilizing equipment, the bullet hit a direct head shot. "...I will kill you..."
	"Ati Ramar, In defeat we learn."


RabidChoco	May 7 2010, 07:54 PM Post #9
Sandopolis Act 2 Posts: 2,402 Group: S Rank Hero Member #6,608 Joined: March 11, 2008 Gender: Male Country: Belgium 3DS Friend Code: 1521-5016-9168 Steam ID: RabidChoco Game Currently Playing: Persona Q: Shadow of the Labyrinth	Austin Austin grunted, as if he were reaching consciousness. "They hit me with... some kinda poison an' sedative... cocktail. Bad stuff..." One of the guys Taylor left with Austin said, "Holy crap, he's awake!" Austin seemed to deflate. "Shut him up for me, doc, please?" He whispered. Victor After Chet had walked out, he looked over his project again. He'd burned straight through a solenoid switch, nothing absolutely killer. "Hey. Chester, mind checking on the network while I'm working on this? I don't want to wake up one night because the Exiles found a way to tap our comms from their end." He rummaged through a pile of spare components for a substitute for the smoldering piece. Judas He didn't look like a man prone to bouts of bloodlust, none of them truly did. He was silent until the arrival of the courier from Exile himself, then he lay back. "Sounds like your cue, bossman." If either of them were put off by his lack of respect, he gave as much as he expected in turn. No respect was due the dead, after all.
	Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk.


HollyYoshi	May 8 2010, 10:23 AM Post #10
I object to your claims Posts: 15,025 Group: =SB= Queens Member #9,640 Joined: January 9, 2009 Gender: Female Country: United States of America 3DS Friend Code: 1891-1489-0768 Nintendo ID: Agent_Blaire Game Currently Playing: Yoshi's Island	Blaire Fields/Drake McStrype/Lance Trundalt/Skye Stratrod: Blaire approached the large double doors of Squad 1�s HQ, pushing them open with nary a second�s thought. The violet-furred canine brushed back those ears, a proud smirk on her snout. The canine took her place near the left wall, placing her back against the partition, arms crossed over her chest. �If you want me to help out, I�d be more than happy to,� the Siberian Husky said to no one in particular. �I�d be happy if you did,� came a voice from behind her. Lance wrapped his arms around Blaire�s waist, laying his head on her shoulders. �Ah Lance, if you were a high-ranking member of Squad 1, I�d do it.� The sky blue Siberian Husky slowly let go of the woman of his dreams. There was a small gleam in his eyes as he spoke; �So I have to be part of Squad 1? Why can�t I just be your boyfriend?� he asked, a small smile on his steel-blue muzzle. �You can still be that, Lance,� Blaire replied, leaning over to give the canine a kiss on the cheek. �Why thanks Blaire.� It was at that moment another former member of the Oakland Resistance Division pushed open the large double doors of Squad 1�s HQ. Drake McStrype walked in the room, his tail flickering back and forth. The tiger glanced at Lance and Blaire, acknowledging them with a nod and grin. He said no words to the pair of huskies, but his actions told all he wanted to convey. �Okay, I wonder what this meeting could be about. If they wanted all the captains to come here, it of course has to be important. Something to do with Exile, perhaps? I wouldn�t be surprised.� �Alright folks, I�m here and I�m ready for the meeting. Are we going to talk about our latest assignments?� Skye asked, waving to his fellow Squad members. �Just wait until someone announces it, okay Skye?� Drake told him. �It shouldn�t take that long for the rest of the captains to arrive.� The hare pulled a carrot from his jacket pocket and twirled it around like a baton at a marching parade. Taking a swift bite out of the vegetable, the blue-furred Mobian shook his head at the Bengal Tiger�s comment. �What? Can�t a guy be a bit curious about things?� ��. Aurora Lunetane: They hit me with... some kinda poison an' sedative... cocktail. Bad stuff... Aurora shook her head at this, a small �tsk� escaping her mouth. Poisons of any kind were quite nasty. Hopefully this was a slow acting one. Almost immediately, the Timber Wolf headed over to the medicine cabinet a few feet away. She was just about to ask Austin a few questions when a second voice piped up; Holy crap, he's awake! Shut him up for me, doc, please? �Hey you!� Aurora called out to the second voice. �Would you mind keeping it down? Now�� the canine began, opening the cabinet. �Could you tell me the symptoms you�ve been having?� Out of the corner of her eyes, she could make out the distinct figure of Flash. She wondered just what the serval was doing coming here. After all, it didn�t look like he had anything wrong with him. Of course, first impressions have often been wrong. ��. Chester Chipston: Hey. Chester, mind checking on the network while I'm working on this? I don't want to wake up one night because the Exiles found a way to tap our comms from their end. �It will be done,� the Alpine Chipmunk stated, heading for the computer. He took a seat in front of the monitor and seconds later the sound of clacking keys could be heard in the room. �Should take about ten to fifteen minutes.� �� Typh Strom: Typh sat in that room, bored out of his skull. Drake had asked him to watch the place while he was at the meeting and though he wouldn�t dare disobey his captain, the wolf still felt the urge to put his plan into motion. The plan in question involved him infiltrating Exile XIII as Squall Tempest, a ruthless �killer�* who formerly had been a member of the Klawzax Unit before the worlds had come together. Typh had been a skilled double agent while in the O.R.D. The only ones that knew that he and Squall were one in the same were members of the Division themselves. No one from the Klawzax Unit had ever come close to figuring out his secret. And he would make sure no one from Exile XII learned of his tricks either. ��. Grove Conifirn: So... what's going on here? Grove looked over to see Drake (not to confused with his good friend of the same name) standing there. The Pine Squirrel grinned, some of his teeth showing. �Are you referring to my Totally Awesome Entrance of Epicness?TM Or are you wondering why our captain had to step out for a brief moment?� ��.. Scarlett Cyphon: Letting out a deep, prolonged sigh, Scarlett placed her red-furred cranium back on her gloved palm. The vulpine was eagerly hoping that someone, anyone would walk in and mention something about an assignment. Even if it wasn�t for them, that wouldn�t stop Scarlett from �tagging along�. You won�t get a chance if your mind isn't focused. Scarlett�s ears twitched upon hearing the familiar voice of Haze, the one below Exile. She watched as the Dark Force 1 Squad member approached Daren, half-hoping that he would tell the crazed bat the squad had been assigned some sort of assignment-she could use some blood to decorate her sword. Exile has called every captain to his throne. The Red Fox lowered her glasses, her eyes shining with baleful intent. �Oh? And what do the rest of us do?� �� Shrapnel Torsile: The smoke from the bomb began to clear, revealing a rather serious-looking lion. Tac approached Shrapnel, waving one of his paws to help some of the smoke dissipate. I wouldn't present yourself in that condition. �He�s got a point there Shrapnel,� Rusty pointed out, shaking some of the ash off his ears. �That he does,� the weasel replied, dusting some of the scorch marks off his arm. �Note to self-don�t put so much gunpowder in the test bombs.� One of my Lion Insects I implanted in one of the Darklins was last seen transmitting its location in Exile's throne room. A few seconds after the Darklin arrived, it's pulse went flat, to which my insect died along with it. The brown-furred Mobian smiled when he heard that. �Ah, very nice. Very nice indeed. I�m thinking we could find a way to implant some of those insects into the highest ranking officers of the 13 Court Guard. Get rid of them and the rest of the Guard will fall apart.� I would clean up before you seem him, my captain. �Ah yes. If you�d be so kind, could you tell Exile that I may be a tad late?�



Johnny Boy	May 8 2010, 11:15 AM Post #11
Let the winds of change and fires of creation dance to my desire! Posts: 2,929 Group: E Rank Legend Member #9,820 Joined: March 7, 2009	John Stone (Also, music because I wanna. :V) 13th Nation: Squad 13. The squad that specializes in the field of sneak, sabotage, and the smooth art of assassination. This area is much like a paintbrush to me. You must be slick, and precise with your movements, making sure that not a single hair on the tip is out of place. One slip up, and the whole thing just looks wrong. These two guys and I? We're the artists behind this crazy brush. The guy sitting on the rock in front of me was supposedly my superior officer. Just sitting there, shining up his sword. He was 'bout the same species as I was, but looked a bit older, and a HECK of a lot more serious. I bet he didn't even have a sense of humor. I bet he's one of those types that walk around, lecturing enemies about their path of evil, and they must repent or get chopped like sushi. Or something like that. The guy next to me looked like ol' Sonic got 'SPARTA-KICK'D' into a vat of flour, and got his eye poked out. I heard his name was Jev. Heard he controlled fire. But again, he looks like another serious case. I yanked at the ends of my gloves to make sure they fit just right, and rubbed the gem on the back of my right hand against my pants. Then I checked if I had my knife wi- Yup, there it is, strapped to my left thigh. These guys might look a bit dull, but hey, I could be wrong. They could be awesome, right? ....right?
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D'Wulf	May 8 2010, 06:20 PM Post #12
Make my Day. Posts: 294 Group: B Rank Guardian Member #10,787 Joined: February 20, 2010	Jev: "Ugh..." Jev moaned, as he woke up, yet again in a hospital bed. He looked around the room a moment. He let out a disgruntled sigh, as he emembered what had happened. Herev had beaten him unconsious again. He remembered, unfortunatley, and he'd have to explain himself to his boss. He was so unused to working under someone. He was more used to being told "who what and where" then doing his job, and collecting his pay. Now in an organized, army like this, he was out of character. He trried to lean up, but he let out a grunt in pain. His arm quickly clutched his side, and he lowered himself back down. Herev really worked him over. Next time he'd have to try harder if he wanted to kill that bastard. Herev: Herev walked around the halls of the exile base with a snide smirk. Jev hard tried his luck again, and was promptly beaten to the ground. Jev, granted, was an experienced fighter, but had only earned himself the spot of Liutnet in the Court Gaurd. Herev, on the other hand, was a captain. He remember it well. Jev did get some good hits in, but still, the young hedgehog fell to Herev's experience. He wouldn't have to explain himself. The hedgehog attacked him. Besides, everyone would love to hear his story of beating a court gaurd liutenet senseless. It give the others some good laughs.
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Lord Tora Unlimited Crusader	May 8 2010, 09:21 PM Post #13
【The Knight of Tigers 】 Posts: 5,462 Group: Former Monarchs Member #6,733 Joined: March 17, 2008 Gender: Male Country: Australia 3DS Friend Code: 0404-6433-6113 Steam ID: crusaderandtimothy	Alexi Sable Alexi clucked her tongue in annoyance. "Typical for them to call a meeting just when things start going haywaire..." she tutted. She shut her eyes for a second, then quickly pushed herself out of her chair. "Alright," she said to Seed, "The medics taking care of Mister Ryder know what they're doing. As for this curse, I'd rather have some input on that, but seeing as I shan't be around for that... Yes, please, look into it." She stepped out from behind her desk, passing a coat-rack on the way; the jacket that was hanging from it was swept off it and onto her shoulders. "I'll do my best to get back as soon as possible. You're in charge during my absence, as usual." As she passed Seed, she patted a hand on his shoulder once and jokingly added, "Just don't boss people around as much as I do; it's unbecoming." (Now en-route... Loading...) Daren Swanson "I would kill for the chance to take care of that husky once and for all! Daren laughed at Scarlett's statement, a cackle that would put most folks in mind of a smoker's cough, even though he didn't smoke. "And as for who you'd be killing for the priveledge of doing so," he remarked, "I wager that'd be killin' two birds with one stone, heheheh!" On the opposite side of the circle, Kabito looked up from his display of electrical playthings. "Uh... no... I like to electrocute them to death type... Kind of an odd question..." "It ain't odd. Just swappin' hobbies, kiddo. In fact-" A gravelly crunch on the ground behind him caused Daren to swap in mid-sentence, his smirk, stretching into a grin of anticipation. "Exile has called every captain to his throne. The smell of fresh blood fills his throne, which means he isn't in the best of moods. Making him wait can only lead to more blood coloring the floor of his throne. I suggest we hurry." The bat didn't bother to look up; he knew it was Haze's voice. The Captain of the 1st Dark Squad coming down here to deliver a summons? Must be important then, he mused. "Guess I'd better not keep him waiting then." (Now en-route... Loading...) Sayne Gothicus "Hm?" The communicator in Sayne's chest pocket began to vibrate, prompting him to pause in his work. He took it out and opened the message he had received. "Looks like all the captains are being called together for something," he said to the others, "I'll be back shortly." His curt farewall was delivered as he sheathed his katana over his shoulder and strode from the room. There was no time to waste. (Now en-route... Loading...)
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Lord DragonFlame	May 9 2010, 04:09 AM Post #14
Christmas is back again Posts: 17,411 Group: Former Monarchs Member #348 Joined: December 9, 2006 Gender: Male Steam ID: Warzak85DF	11th Nation Squad; Adrian Well back at the station. The black wolf take a seat behind his desk, before he checked out for possible messages brought in while he was out. "This is your wife calling. Isn't it about time you leave someone else in charge. Come back home, and most of all, take care of your little son. He misses his father you know. Call me back whenever you have some time Adrian." Hmm... All this! He was still responsible for his own child, and a wife to back home. Yet he can't pick up that phone and tell her the bad news. After all, he's captain of the 11th Nation Squad, and that often leaves him unable to take care of his family, or even able to visit them once in a while. Another message was brought in. Quote: "Hey. Adrian. Just so you know, Austin got wounded, bad. We were able to get him back here to the fourth just fine, though. He should pull through. Just giving you a heads-up about your lieutenant." News about his own men, wounded in battle. That's the least thing he'd want on the weight of his shoulder. Quickly picking up the phone that everything is in order. Meanwhile, with the sound beeping in one ear, another messenger burst through the door, without even knocking first. First of all, the wolf snaps out from his chair, with the phone away from his ear, he shows an intimidate serious look toward the new recruit. "What is the meaning of this. This had better be important." "Galak wishes to see every captain on the double for a meeting." Nervous as he were, the young lad had trouble speaking out. But in some relieve the wolf nods in return. "Tell him, I'll be there." Before he realised someone had picked up the phone on the other side. "How's the situation over there Taylor? I must be short, as I've yet received news about an important meeting taking place." The recruit continued to stand at the entrance to Valian's office. As if he wouldn't know how to contact the great leader of Court Guard XIII. "Hold on, Taylor." As he turned away the phone, while making sure what's the meaning of the delay is. "What is it. Didn't I already gave you an order son.?" " Yes Sir. But I have no access to your so called high leader's phone." The wolf sighs in response. Before he take up his phone again. "Well sorry for being so short. But I have to leave right away. Take care of Austin will you, while I'm gone." Before he hang up on the phone. Grabbing his coat, leaving the office with his messenger, now making it for the great hall in all haste. Dark Forces 5, Sunrise Unlike most leader's she's much taller and wider, in about most every detail. In control of the 5th Dark Force, she follows no one else then Exhile him self. The leader of Exhile XIII. From outside her chamber, one of those she answered for came to inform her about a meeting. "Rather hasty approach wouldn't you say Haze." Yet she wouldn't acknowledge anything out from the extraordinary. Every captain, received the same orders. And all were to meet at the main hall, as soon they'll receive this message. The red dragon leaves her chamber with but one word toward Trevor. I'm heading out for a meeting with the high-leader him self. Your in charge until I return. Well as she can't use a phone like most obedient leader's she used telepathy to communicate with those below her rank. The house-of-meeting had an elevator below where she can enter, unlike most of the captain's who used the door. Awaiting orders, the dragon stands at ease by her entrance/exit, because she's been strictly ordered not to walk around, from the chance of breaking things. Not that it would even matter to Exhile, would it? ((Shanui is on hold. I have no further adds with him at the moment. Sorry about the long wait.)) Edited by DragonFlame, May 9 2010, 04:11 AM.
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D'Wulf	May 9 2010, 05:35 AM Post #15
Make my Day. Posts: 294 Group: B Rank Guardian Member #10,787 Joined: February 20, 2010	Herev: Herev arrived at the meeting room, where all the captains were scheduled to meet. He netered the room, and quickly took his seat among the captains. He saw most of the others there conversating. He just ignored them. Thoguh if any of them asked why he had a bruise across his face, he'd say it was a training excersise accident or some BS like that. He sat in wait for the head of their organization to come in, and debreif them. Whatever this meeting was about, it had to be pretty damn important. No Jev in this post.
	Just a spark is all it takes.


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