[NB] Ruins of Uxmal
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With his troops a healthy distance away, Roy Mustang approached the outskirts of the village and held his hands out as he approached the group of villagers who ventured forth to speak with him.
"State your business," a young man spoke as he looked back at the armed forces that remained a distance from the site.
"State your business," a young man spoke as he looked back at the armed forces that remained a distance from the site.
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"Passing through for the most part.” Mustang responded with a faint smile, He remained at a distance, gloveless hands held up openly. “Your village seems to be unfortunately positioned for its safety. Doubtless you’ve heard by now. The conflict is spreading across the island and you happen to live right in the middle of it. It’s only luck really that my force arrived here before any others. We do not intend to remain for long, but I can offer some men to aid the defense of your home should you wish it.”
“What do you get out of it?” The man asked skeptically. He was shrewd enough, Mustang judged with a nod.
“Peace of mind for myself mostly.” Mustang admitted, “Any information on other forces in the area would be a great help to us and having a place my men can defend will be far better than wandering into the wilds.”
“So we’re a shield?” One of the others spoke up. It was a painful truth that to some views he was correct. This village would be an excellent place to fall back to if they encountered unexpected forces enroute. He could probably just give them empty promises if he wanted to. They weren’t interested in getting involved. This wasn’t their war, but they could hardly refuse his force either if push came to shove. Mustang ran a hand across his face with a faint sigh.
“Listen kid. Your home is placed on the crossroads of the island, and war is coming. Sooner than you want. I cannot promise your safety, but we can promise to defend you better than you were before our arrival. The decision is yours, but I cannot afford a lengthy deliberation. We have to be on the move.”
“What do you get out of it?” The man asked skeptically. He was shrewd enough, Mustang judged with a nod.
“Peace of mind for myself mostly.” Mustang admitted, “Any information on other forces in the area would be a great help to us and having a place my men can defend will be far better than wandering into the wilds.”
“So we’re a shield?” One of the others spoke up. It was a painful truth that to some views he was correct. This village would be an excellent place to fall back to if they encountered unexpected forces enroute. He could probably just give them empty promises if he wanted to. They weren’t interested in getting involved. This wasn’t their war, but they could hardly refuse his force either if push came to shove. Mustang ran a hand across his face with a faint sigh.
“Listen kid. Your home is placed on the crossroads of the island, and war is coming. Sooner than you want. I cannot promise your safety, but we can promise to defend you better than you were before our arrival. The decision is yours, but I cannot afford a lengthy deliberation. We have to be on the move.”
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Iza sat crosslegged in front of a makeshift target dummy. Head in his hands as he routinely practiced.
He was already quite skilled in the arcane. He knew it's fundementals like the back of his hand; and its intricacies flooded his mind constantly.
It distracted him most often from other matters at hand. He loved magic, as he did with all things arcane... But more pressing matters were at hand save for a new arcane formulae that he... Couldn't even execute.
It was these collars... He'd figured that out ages ago.
Whatever they were, they were preventing him from acting on his breakthroughs... And ingraining the spells he previously created in himself once more.
With a small sigh. He realized ruminating on this would only make him grow more frustrated.
He stood from his previous seat, and with a wave of his hand, a small red target appeared on his makeshift dummy. With that he stood back, getting a good distance between him and said target.
Lifting his forearm, and two fingers after that, two blazing trails of fire merged above his hand to form a mote of fire larger than his hand.
He brought it in front of him, and stared at it for a moment. Remembering Mustangs teachings to him before they were interrupted.
"Fire is a versatile tool." "The most important aspect of fire is its control, fire is rage, and power; wield it too brazenly and you'll regret it"
"Your fire will burn everything you allow it to."
He stared daggers at his target.
He counted... He focused..
With a whip of his arm he flung the firebolt toward his target, slamming it against the illusory red paint. Knockiny over the target and setting it ablaze.
"Shit!" He shouted, using his telekinesis to fling a gust of air. Smothering the flames before it becomes too severe to contain.
A of relief filled his body as he sat back down.
Air and fire...
They could be used effectively together... Very effectively.
Mustang had shown him as such...
A cheeky grin spread across his face.
He loved magic, and couldn't wait to improve more.
He loved magic so much.
He was already quite skilled in the arcane. He knew it's fundementals like the back of his hand; and its intricacies flooded his mind constantly.
It distracted him most often from other matters at hand. He loved magic, as he did with all things arcane... But more pressing matters were at hand save for a new arcane formulae that he... Couldn't even execute.
It was these collars... He'd figured that out ages ago.
Whatever they were, they were preventing him from acting on his breakthroughs... And ingraining the spells he previously created in himself once more.
With a small sigh. He realized ruminating on this would only make him grow more frustrated.
He stood from his previous seat, and with a wave of his hand, a small red target appeared on his makeshift dummy. With that he stood back, getting a good distance between him and said target.
Lifting his forearm, and two fingers after that, two blazing trails of fire merged above his hand to form a mote of fire larger than his hand.
He brought it in front of him, and stared at it for a moment. Remembering Mustangs teachings to him before they were interrupted.
"Fire is a versatile tool." "The most important aspect of fire is its control, fire is rage, and power; wield it too brazenly and you'll regret it"
"Your fire will burn everything you allow it to."
"If you plan to seize the power of fire you must make sure it will burn precisely what you plan it will"
Iza looked up from the ball of heat he controlled. The words, the teachings given clear in his mind.
He stared daggers at his target.
He counted... He focused..
With a whip of his arm he flung the firebolt toward his target, slamming it against the illusory red paint. Knockiny over the target and setting it ablaze.
"Shit!" He shouted, using his telekinesis to fling a gust of air. Smothering the flames before it becomes too severe to contain.
A of relief filled his body as he sat back down.
Air and fire...
They could be used effectively together... Very effectively.
Mustang had shown him as such...
A cheeky grin spread across his face.
He loved magic, and couldn't wait to improve more.
He loved magic so much.
The garrison at Uxmal was having a good day, despite some unsettling news about the fortunes of the Miniskirt Armada. While they had been unable to verify with any nearby units, the garrison had managed to keep the villagers from panicking.
That changed abruptly when a messenger in armor with yellow accent pieces strode to the edge of the village, waited for the garrison leader to arrive, and handed him a letter.
As the messenger departed, a confused garrison leader opened the satchel to reveal a message inscribed on a clay tablet.
"Please be aware that new management will arrive to this village in the near future. The Miniskirt Armada has lost their Castle and can no longer protect you or the citizens. We ask that the armed garrison here depart or prepare to surrender upon our arrival. If you do not comply with these gracious terms, force will be required, and force will just make mice everywhere sad.
-Gilgamesh, Commander-God-King of the Army of Babylonia"
That changed abruptly when a messenger in armor with yellow accent pieces strode to the edge of the village, waited for the garrison leader to arrive, and handed him a letter.
As the messenger departed, a confused garrison leader opened the satchel to reveal a message inscribed on a clay tablet.
"Please be aware that new management will arrive to this village in the near future. The Miniskirt Armada has lost their Castle and can no longer protect you or the citizens. We ask that the armed garrison here depart or prepare to surrender upon our arrival. If you do not comply with these gracious terms, force will be required, and force will just make mice everywhere sad.
-Gilgamesh, Commander-God-King of the Army of Babylonia"
Unsure of what has been happening and hearing conflicting reports about the destruction of the castle and possibly the death of their leader, a very despondent garrison in Uxmal (soldiers previously assigned to "the Firewall") has departed the village and started to march south to find their Commander.
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No sooner had the Miniskirt garrison at Uxmal departed the confused, melancholy town than another messenger arrived from the north to greet the town elders.
“Where is the garrison left behind in this village?” the Burning Legion soldier asked, pointedly.
“They’ve marched south — barely hours away,” an elder replied. “If you hurry, you may still be able to catch them, but first — what’s your news?”
The messenger handed over a rolled up piece of parchment, saluted the villagers of Uxmal, and hurried to try and catch up to the departed garrison.
By Royal Decree—
The Miniskirt Armada lives. Your lives are now under the benevolent protection of Princess-Commander Azula, who firmly rules from Fortress Briggs to the north after reclaiming a village previously held by the Unmade monstrosities and personally capturing a premier general of the Hell Divers.
She extends an offer of protection to the village of Uxmal and asks for a representative to travel to the fortress to confirm your loyalty and swear fealty to your new Princess-Commander.
Let our enemies burn and our friends shine bright,
Princess-Commander Azula & The Burning Legion
“Where is the garrison left behind in this village?” the Burning Legion soldier asked, pointedly.
“They’ve marched south — barely hours away,” an elder replied. “If you hurry, you may still be able to catch them, but first — what’s your news?”
The messenger handed over a rolled up piece of parchment, saluted the villagers of Uxmal, and hurried to try and catch up to the departed garrison.
By Royal Decree—
The Miniskirt Armada lives. Your lives are now under the benevolent protection of Princess-Commander Azula, who firmly rules from Fortress Briggs to the north after reclaiming a village previously held by the Unmade monstrosities and personally capturing a premier general of the Hell Divers.
She extends an offer of protection to the village of Uxmal and asks for a representative to travel to the fortress to confirm your loyalty and swear fealty to your new Princess-Commander.
Let our enemies burn and our friends shine bright,
Princess-Commander Azula & The Burning Legion
The village elder, who days earlier had entertained Commander Mustang as a guest, sighed as he looked at the pair of documents that had been delivered to him close to the dead of night.
A knock at the door preceded the arrival of a young man who seemed perturbed.
“What is it, Bembe?”
“Soldiers, Elder. From the south. They come ‘requesting our terms of reality’ … or something. The guy had a weird voice, it was hard to understand.”
The village elder nodded his head as he departed his home and made his way out to greet the newcomers to Uxmal. When he reached the edge of town, he saw a group of soldiers in gold-trimmed armor and sandals (yet, strangely enough, totting plasma rifles).
“Can I help you?” The old man replied.
A high-pitched voice called out from behind the wall of inert, staring soldiers. “Did’ja get our letter?”
The elder looked at the line of soldiers and saw that none of them were speaking. “I … I did, yes.”
“Uh huh. New management, Pal. We’re here to make sure you are with the good guys and not that mean ole biddie claiming she runs things now.”
“I,” the elder squinted. “I, yea, her letter too… I didn’t expect the show of force.”
The line of troops parted as a three-foot mouse in similar armor stepped forward and thrust a javelin until it was within two inches of the old fellas nose.
“It’s only force if you make us!” The mouse spoke in a high-pitched, sing-songy voice.
“We aren’t fighters, we just want peace and security.”
The mouse pulled back his javelin and smiled from underneath his crested, gilded helmet. “That’s what we’re here for, Pal.”
“Who… who are you? Are you Gilgamesh?”
The anthropomorphic mouse tossed his head back in an insane, almost cartoonish titter before refocusing his now narrowed eyes on the Elder of Uxmal.
“General Bossy Mouse, Pal. Welcome to Babylonia.”
A knock at the door preceded the arrival of a young man who seemed perturbed.
“What is it, Bembe?”
“Soldiers, Elder. From the south. They come ‘requesting our terms of reality’ … or something. The guy had a weird voice, it was hard to understand.”
The village elder nodded his head as he departed his home and made his way out to greet the newcomers to Uxmal. When he reached the edge of town, he saw a group of soldiers in gold-trimmed armor and sandals (yet, strangely enough, totting plasma rifles).
“Can I help you?” The old man replied.
A high-pitched voice called out from behind the wall of inert, staring soldiers. “Did’ja get our letter?”
The elder looked at the line of soldiers and saw that none of them were speaking. “I … I did, yes.”
“Uh huh. New management, Pal. We’re here to make sure you are with the good guys and not that mean ole biddie claiming she runs things now.”
“I,” the elder squinted. “I, yea, her letter too… I didn’t expect the show of force.”
The line of troops parted as a three-foot mouse in similar armor stepped forward and thrust a javelin until it was within two inches of the old fellas nose.
“It’s only force if you make us!” The mouse spoke in a high-pitched, sing-songy voice.
“We aren’t fighters, we just want peace and security.”
The mouse pulled back his javelin and smiled from underneath his crested, gilded helmet. “That’s what we’re here for, Pal.”
“Who… who are you? Are you Gilgamesh?”
The anthropomorphic mouse tossed his head back in an insane, almost cartoonish titter before refocusing his now narrowed eyes on the Elder of Uxmal.
“General Bossy Mouse, Pal. Welcome to Babylonia.”
John Connor checked the map as he walked into the center of the little village.
"This is the spot on the maps, isn't it?" He inquired as he turned to Ki and flashed her the map.
She smiled warmly before pointing out the obvious. "I'm a cat, so that map just looks like a mush of colors that my eyeballs can't distinguish."
Connor frowned but couldn't be upset. "I'm sure there are googles for that."
Why was the village empty?
"Anyone here?" The resistance leader shouted as he strode toward a small fountain nestled at the exact center of the settlement.
"Oh, hello!" A voice replied as a teenage boy ran over to Connor. The boy extended a piece of clay tablet that Connor scowled at as his eyes surveyed its contents.
"You are trespassing and are threatening these poor people's homes. Do you know scared they were when we had to drag them out of their beds to safety? Go back to your tyrant's boring stone wall-fortress-thing and do not sully this land with your presence.
You have two hours to comply."
A moment later, a whizzing projectile screamed over the houses of Uxmal and crashed just outside the village limits.
"This is the spot on the maps, isn't it?" He inquired as he turned to Ki and flashed her the map.
She smiled warmly before pointing out the obvious. "I'm a cat, so that map just looks like a mush of colors that my eyeballs can't distinguish."
Connor frowned but couldn't be upset. "I'm sure there are googles for that."
Why was the village empty?
"Anyone here?" The resistance leader shouted as he strode toward a small fountain nestled at the exact center of the settlement.
"Oh, hello!" A voice replied as a teenage boy ran over to Connor. The boy extended a piece of clay tablet that Connor scowled at as his eyes surveyed its contents.
"You are trespassing and are threatening these poor people's homes. Do you know scared they were when we had to drag them out of their beds to safety? Go back to your tyrant's boring stone wall-fortress-thing and do not sully this land with your presence.
You have two hours to comply."
A moment later, a whizzing projectile screamed over the houses of Uxmal and crashed just outside the village limits.
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The Resistance leader, the terminator and Ki were erring on the side of caution as they eyed the village of Uxmal. The Lieutenant looked through a pair of binoculars, eying the town. It was surprisingly empty which served to unnerve the soldier. What usually happens in towns being liberated, was the opposite. The townspeople were happy and celebrated to see the Resistance Leader John Connor.
The hardened soldier faced the harsh reality that these villagers who probably saw hell and back weren't happy to see him and his “liberation squad” now that “new ownership” moved in.
It was only then the terminator looked stone faced at John Connor and his men saying “Warning shot fired… Be cautious..”
Ki went on his guard.
A soldier stepped up to try to support his commanding officer at that time.
“Connor… what do you usually rely on in the warzones back home?”
The terminator looked back at the man.
“Now isn’t the time, Connor, soldier…”
It’s when Connor bit his tongue and frowned “Ki...be prepared for something a lot worse to happen. Bob, be prepared to take this place by force if need be.”
Ki was one for peace and tried to talk the Resistance leader down. “Can we take this peacefully, Connor?”
The resistance leader had seen his share of war, years and years worth of it but he’d never seen anything in war that involved taking things peacefully.
He sighed. The town seemed unnaturally empty. Ki frowned, “We need to find the citizens first, then we can try talking them down peacefully.”
John sighed “I got word back from men earlier…”
Ki asked calmly “Where are the citizens being kept, stranger?”
The hardened soldier faced the harsh reality that these villagers who probably saw hell and back weren't happy to see him and his “liberation squad” now that “new ownership” moved in.
It was only then the terminator looked stone faced at John Connor and his men saying “Warning shot fired… Be cautious..”
Ki went on his guard.
A soldier stepped up to try to support his commanding officer at that time.
“Connor… what do you usually rely on in the warzones back home?”
The terminator looked back at the man.
“Now isn’t the time, Connor, soldier…”
It’s when Connor bit his tongue and frowned “Ki...be prepared for something a lot worse to happen. Bob, be prepared to take this place by force if need be.”
Ki was one for peace and tried to talk the Resistance leader down. “Can we take this peacefully, Connor?”
The resistance leader had seen his share of war, years and years worth of it but he’d never seen anything in war that involved taking things peacefully.
He sighed. The town seemed unnaturally empty. Ki frowned, “We need to find the citizens first, then we can try talking them down peacefully.”
John sighed “I got word back from men earlier…”
Ki asked calmly “Where are the citizens being kept, stranger?”
Things had been a blur, one moment, he had felt the rush of his loyalty and task collide with the motion of the next. Upon delivery of his satisfactory message to the female Commander, he’d received news and something worthwhile and before he’d been able to appreciatively bow he was ushered away with a new task.
Find John Connor. Report to him.
It was urgent.
On Ki’s way out, his ears overheard the new princess-commander Azula saying some things that he didn’t think were traditional of most leaders he knew. Power and greed, both things spiritual creatures were meant to let go of in this mortal life. For a flickering moment, he considered that he didn’t truly know if Azula had good intentions.
Who was he, if he was serving someone who did not uphold what it truly meant to command during these onerous conditions?
The cat would find those answers later, but for now he heard a loud piercing sound echoing through the sky. His amber eyes flickered quickly as he analyzed the surrounding area. Ki’s line of sight seemed clear, however scuttling forward was a youthful human teen who was carrying a message.
Ki appreciated the familiar company and couldn’t have asked for a better leader than General Connor. The cat looked up to the buff human and considered their position as the duo of cat and man bantered collaborative ideas.
The cat took the time to reread the note and narrowed his eyes with conviction. “They stole the villagers from their beds. They knew we were coming. The village didn’t even get to choose their allegiance. They just assumed we would spill needless blood. And continue to assume the same.”
Within the silence broken by the screech of a bullet, Connor and Ki’s attention diverted. Connor’s eyes glazed over as though in a wistful dream. Meanwhile, the feline warrior’s eyes rested on the teenage messenger who was still shaking from the sound with his eyes still closed.
The teen was likely uncertain by what would kill him, the weaponry whistling down from the heavens or would it be the enemy he’d just delivered a death sentence to?
“Where are the citizens being kept?” Ki had asked, but the teen didn’t hear it, his ears were still ringing. Ki paused and took a different approach.
“You will be alright, I sense they have yet to strike. I will not merely sit by and watch an innocent person caught up in this.” Ki extended his paw to the young man’s arm. “What is your name?”
“My name is… Freid. Who are you?” The blond teen looked down at the assumed emotional support animal.
“My name is Ki, do not be afraid of the sword I wield, it will not be used on you.” Ki added as the human’s eyes drew down to the blade at his hip.
“You know, you coming here has made things a lot worse for my people.” Freid turned up his chin and wanted to look away. But the fuzzy cat’s appearance added a layer of intrigue to his comfort.
“Freid, I know this is difficult for you and everyone you know. And I know you likely see me as an invader. But I also know that Gilgamesh didn’t always rule this place. Do you know what it means for your town to be sovereign?” Ki asked.
Freid’s brows furrowed with confusion. He offered an uncouth shrug one might see used by a juvenile.
“If your town was sovereign, you as a town would get to choose what you wanted to do and not have to listen to the man who decides he wants your land and steals it from underneath your people. Right now, Gilgamesh rules over you with power and weapons, he probably will threaten your people with violence if you don’t comply. I promise you, this will not always be the case, you young man, will always have a choice. If your town chooses democracy, chooses anything different than Gilgamesh, there will always be a way and solution to get it.” Ki spoke calmly and let the information sink in. John Connor was keeping his eye on the situation and seemed to enjoy the charm Ki was applying to the situation.
Freid responded, “Yeah, I know dude. This whole thing has been a mess. But I don’t think you understand, I’m one person against him.” The teen gestured over to the direction he’d come from, “He has everything I want, which is just the freedom to choose something, anything! And I’m the one under his boot waiting for him to give the order to squash me when I lose my use to him.”
“I believe that you can do more than you know, in order for your people to someday gain dominion over themselves. I may be equipped as a warrior, but I was first trained in the ways of peace. Not all situations offer that opportunity which is sometimes why you must make your own.” Ki gently offered, “I will do my best to make this situation end with its best outcome. May I ask, where are your people whom they took?”
“They’re in a safe place.” Freid looked around, his jitters began to return as his paranoia set in. He was sure he was being watched, he began looking over his shoulder and his eyes dashing around.
“Understood.” Ki nodded, “That’s good. That means if Gilgamesh chooses to fight us, you will not be harmed in the crossfire.”
“No offense dude, but why do you care so much? Are you like a hippie or something?” Freid asked the little cat.
Ki raised a brow, unsure of his terminology and offered a wise smile. “It is common for all creatures to be concerned about the lives around us. If we do not, we lose the meaning of life in the very place we left it.”
Freid smirked, “You’re definitely a hippie but you’re alright with me bro.”
Ki nodded with the youth, though he had uncertainty on his whiskered brow. “Thank you, would you mind waiting a moment before you go back to Gilgamesh?”
“I’d be happy to stay as far away from him for as long as possible.” The teen grinned and stuck his tongue out at Gil’s general direction.
Ki nodded and then took a few steps over to John. “I know it is not my place to ask sir, but if there is a battle to come, I would like to ask Gilgamesh to give these people a chance to make their own choices in the future. People, like all creatures, are not meant to be taken and kept locked away just because it suits someone else. I also… Heavily assume based on his actions that this Gilgamesh we face is not going to stand down.”
“What did you have in mind?” John asked.
Ki procured a pen and paper, “How about this?”
“Dear Gilgamesh,
My name is Ki, and today you will have learned that name. I am under the authority of the mighty John Connor and Princess-Commander Azula. You have the ability to free the citizens and let us proceed. Or at the very least, let them choose their own fate. Stealing other innocent people’s convictions will cause distrust amongst your legion and followers. They will ask, “Will he do it to me next?” They will wonder if they have the choice to fight for you… Or against you. You think fear builds power, builds armies. Surely, you realize it only builds war. This war will end but today you will decide what crumbles with history and what is remembered.
For a man with as much power as you have, surely you must know the power within a choice. Give the citizens their own choice today. Free them. Control is an illusion of the mind both for the controlled, and those who seem to pull the strings.”
“Shouldn’t it be shorter?” John Connor suggested.
Ki gulped, having already written it in ink, “Oh, I suppose I could change a few things if you want.”
“Not sure if we have time now, we need to get the message back to them soon. It’ll have to do. I just want you to know, Ki that in war, the guy we’re sending this message to, he doesn’t care about those people or the lives lost. The casualties. You see them as fellow living things, I see them as fellow soldiers. Gilgamesh sees them as lowly pawns. He’s happy if they throw down their lives for him. That is the meaning of conquest and victory.”
Ki’s ears withered with remorse as he considered this. It was a hard pill to swallow. He was meeting with humans for the first time during war, something that accentuated the ugliest any species could be. He had been trying to appeal to Gilgamesh’s morals, perhaps his ego too. But maybe there should’ve been something more other than an underlying threat of insubordination from his men. Maybe there should’ve been…
The cat’s paw messily scrawled one more word on the note.
“Surrender control, or you will be made to surrender.”
“Oh dude, that is totally gonna piss him off.” Freid laughingly interjected, having snuck directly between the cat, the T-800, and General Connor.
“No peeking!” Ki scolded the youth.
“Too late.” The juvenile shrugged again. “You really stuck it to ‘im, I freaking like that.”
John spoke up, his masculine voice conveying authority. “I’m glad you like it. Are you willing to deliver it? What is your last name, Freid?”
“Oh, Freid is my last name. That’s just what I go by.” The blond teen looked up at the brawny military type, “My first name is John, though. Anyway, I better bring this to him and then maybe I can sneak away so he doesn’t ya know, take it out on the messenger?”
“Your name is… John?” General Connor echoed with shocked slack in his jaw.
“Ya. See ya!” The teen bolted off running in a zippy scramble and waved behind him. The message in his hands would be taken to Gilgamesh at once.
Find John Connor. Report to him.
It was urgent.
On Ki’s way out, his ears overheard the new princess-commander Azula saying some things that he didn’t think were traditional of most leaders he knew. Power and greed, both things spiritual creatures were meant to let go of in this mortal life. For a flickering moment, he considered that he didn’t truly know if Azula had good intentions.
Who was he, if he was serving someone who did not uphold what it truly meant to command during these onerous conditions?
The cat would find those answers later, but for now he heard a loud piercing sound echoing through the sky. His amber eyes flickered quickly as he analyzed the surrounding area. Ki’s line of sight seemed clear, however scuttling forward was a youthful human teen who was carrying a message.
Ki appreciated the familiar company and couldn’t have asked for a better leader than General Connor. The cat looked up to the buff human and considered their position as the duo of cat and man bantered collaborative ideas.
The cat took the time to reread the note and narrowed his eyes with conviction. “They stole the villagers from their beds. They knew we were coming. The village didn’t even get to choose their allegiance. They just assumed we would spill needless blood. And continue to assume the same.”
Within the silence broken by the screech of a bullet, Connor and Ki’s attention diverted. Connor’s eyes glazed over as though in a wistful dream. Meanwhile, the feline warrior’s eyes rested on the teenage messenger who was still shaking from the sound with his eyes still closed.
The teen was likely uncertain by what would kill him, the weaponry whistling down from the heavens or would it be the enemy he’d just delivered a death sentence to?
“Where are the citizens being kept?” Ki had asked, but the teen didn’t hear it, his ears were still ringing. Ki paused and took a different approach.
“You will be alright, I sense they have yet to strike. I will not merely sit by and watch an innocent person caught up in this.” Ki extended his paw to the young man’s arm. “What is your name?”
“My name is… Freid. Who are you?” The blond teen looked down at the assumed emotional support animal.
“My name is Ki, do not be afraid of the sword I wield, it will not be used on you.” Ki added as the human’s eyes drew down to the blade at his hip.
“You know, you coming here has made things a lot worse for my people.” Freid turned up his chin and wanted to look away. But the fuzzy cat’s appearance added a layer of intrigue to his comfort.
“Freid, I know this is difficult for you and everyone you know. And I know you likely see me as an invader. But I also know that Gilgamesh didn’t always rule this place. Do you know what it means for your town to be sovereign?” Ki asked.
Freid’s brows furrowed with confusion. He offered an uncouth shrug one might see used by a juvenile.
“If your town was sovereign, you as a town would get to choose what you wanted to do and not have to listen to the man who decides he wants your land and steals it from underneath your people. Right now, Gilgamesh rules over you with power and weapons, he probably will threaten your people with violence if you don’t comply. I promise you, this will not always be the case, you young man, will always have a choice. If your town chooses democracy, chooses anything different than Gilgamesh, there will always be a way and solution to get it.” Ki spoke calmly and let the information sink in. John Connor was keeping his eye on the situation and seemed to enjoy the charm Ki was applying to the situation.
Freid responded, “Yeah, I know dude. This whole thing has been a mess. But I don’t think you understand, I’m one person against him.” The teen gestured over to the direction he’d come from, “He has everything I want, which is just the freedom to choose something, anything! And I’m the one under his boot waiting for him to give the order to squash me when I lose my use to him.”
“I believe that you can do more than you know, in order for your people to someday gain dominion over themselves. I may be equipped as a warrior, but I was first trained in the ways of peace. Not all situations offer that opportunity which is sometimes why you must make your own.” Ki gently offered, “I will do my best to make this situation end with its best outcome. May I ask, where are your people whom they took?”
“They’re in a safe place.” Freid looked around, his jitters began to return as his paranoia set in. He was sure he was being watched, he began looking over his shoulder and his eyes dashing around.
“Understood.” Ki nodded, “That’s good. That means if Gilgamesh chooses to fight us, you will not be harmed in the crossfire.”
“No offense dude, but why do you care so much? Are you like a hippie or something?” Freid asked the little cat.
Ki raised a brow, unsure of his terminology and offered a wise smile. “It is common for all creatures to be concerned about the lives around us. If we do not, we lose the meaning of life in the very place we left it.”
Freid smirked, “You’re definitely a hippie but you’re alright with me bro.”
Ki nodded with the youth, though he had uncertainty on his whiskered brow. “Thank you, would you mind waiting a moment before you go back to Gilgamesh?”
“I’d be happy to stay as far away from him for as long as possible.” The teen grinned and stuck his tongue out at Gil’s general direction.
Ki nodded and then took a few steps over to John. “I know it is not my place to ask sir, but if there is a battle to come, I would like to ask Gilgamesh to give these people a chance to make their own choices in the future. People, like all creatures, are not meant to be taken and kept locked away just because it suits someone else. I also… Heavily assume based on his actions that this Gilgamesh we face is not going to stand down.”
“What did you have in mind?” John asked.
Ki procured a pen and paper, “How about this?”
“Dear Gilgamesh,
My name is Ki, and today you will have learned that name. I am under the authority of the mighty John Connor and Princess-Commander Azula. You have the ability to free the citizens and let us proceed. Or at the very least, let them choose their own fate. Stealing other innocent people’s convictions will cause distrust amongst your legion and followers. They will ask, “Will he do it to me next?” They will wonder if they have the choice to fight for you… Or against you. You think fear builds power, builds armies. Surely, you realize it only builds war. This war will end but today you will decide what crumbles with history and what is remembered.
For a man with as much power as you have, surely you must know the power within a choice. Give the citizens their own choice today. Free them. Control is an illusion of the mind both for the controlled, and those who seem to pull the strings.”
“Shouldn’t it be shorter?” John Connor suggested.
Ki gulped, having already written it in ink, “Oh, I suppose I could change a few things if you want.”
“Not sure if we have time now, we need to get the message back to them soon. It’ll have to do. I just want you to know, Ki that in war, the guy we’re sending this message to, he doesn’t care about those people or the lives lost. The casualties. You see them as fellow living things, I see them as fellow soldiers. Gilgamesh sees them as lowly pawns. He’s happy if they throw down their lives for him. That is the meaning of conquest and victory.”
Ki’s ears withered with remorse as he considered this. It was a hard pill to swallow. He was meeting with humans for the first time during war, something that accentuated the ugliest any species could be. He had been trying to appeal to Gilgamesh’s morals, perhaps his ego too. But maybe there should’ve been something more other than an underlying threat of insubordination from his men. Maybe there should’ve been…
The cat’s paw messily scrawled one more word on the note.
“Surrender control, or you will be made to surrender.”
“Oh dude, that is totally gonna piss him off.” Freid laughingly interjected, having snuck directly between the cat, the T-800, and General Connor.
“No peeking!” Ki scolded the youth.
“Too late.” The juvenile shrugged again. “You really stuck it to ‘im, I freaking like that.”
John spoke up, his masculine voice conveying authority. “I’m glad you like it. Are you willing to deliver it? What is your last name, Freid?”
“Oh, Freid is my last name. That’s just what I go by.” The blond teen looked up at the brawny military type, “My first name is John, though. Anyway, I better bring this to him and then maybe I can sneak away so he doesn’t ya know, take it out on the messenger?”
“Your name is… John?” General Connor echoed with shocked slack in his jaw.
“Ya. See ya!” The teen bolted off running in a zippy scramble and waved behind him. The message in his hands would be taken to Gilgamesh at once.
Face to Face
Sabotage! (???)
Sabotage! (???)
While Ki had been overseeing the exchange with the messenger, an envoy of the Hell Diver force had joined the group of Miniskirt Armada soldiers near the town square. Ki had just sent off the note when the commotion started.
An explosion on the far edge of the village drew them all jogging towards it.
As John Connor rounded the corner, he saw soldiers from both armies laying dazed on the ground, with a few of his own troops bloodied. “What happened?” The career soldier shouted as he helped up one of his soldiers.
The response came from one of the Hell Diver troops. “I told him not to snoop in the houses, because they were probably wired with traps, but he wouldn’t listen!”
A scowl spread across the dazed soldiers face. “I wasn’t near the door!”
Another Hell Diver chimed in. “You were.”
Now a Miniskirt soldier stepped forward and tried to get Lieutenant Connor’s focus. “I think it’s a bad idea for us to stay here, Sir. There’s no telling what’s lurking in these damn stone huts or what else that madman may have stashed beneath our feet.”
Another Miniskirt soldier rolled their eyes. “The only ‘mad’ person sending us down her to get blown up are the ones in blue. For all we know, this Gilgamesh guy just wants us off his lawn!”
John Connor now found himself scowling. “Calm down, all of you!”
Before he could speak again, something else blew up on the other side of Uxmal.
“We’re going to die here,” a Miniskirt Armada troop whispered beneath his breath.
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As the explosion rocked the village, Altanis slowly paced into view of the recovering troops. She surveyed the scene impassively, with a scowl slowly crawling onto her face, her eyes narrowing to slits.
"And what, exactly," she started, her voice dangerously cold and quiet, as she slowly stalked closer to the mess. "...is going on here?"
As one, the Hell Diver troops present immediately turned swiftly to face their General, with a quick salute. Only after a moment, when the dismissive wave to release them came, did one speak up. "Not sure, ma'am," he said, with a helpless shrug. "We were helping scout and secure the town. Warned the boys in blue not to go snooping around the houses too close, and...boom."
"This place is a death trap, and there isn't even anyone here to capture!" another soldier spoke up, sounding particularly disgruntled.
"Yes. I can see that." Altanis snarled, casting a quick sweeping glance over the scene. "Corporal Derrick!" she barked. "Gather your squad and tend to all the wounded. Make sure there are no serious injuries among our ranks."
"Yes' ma'am!" the soldier in question snapped in response, and turned around. "Doc Wagon! Kit up, we got some divers to patch!"
Before he could move off, however, a hand firmly came down to rest on Derrick's shoulder. "I said all of the wounded, Corporal. That includes our allies."
For a moment, the medic looked surprised, blinking up at Altanis, but then just smartly nodded. "Understood, ma'am." He was released, and jogged off quickly. "Shave, Scrubs, grab an extra trauma bag or two, we're patchin' up the boys and girls in blue, too!"
Altanis then turned her attention to the leadership of this unit of the Miniskirt Armada. "If this is the kind of tactical decision-making your Commander possesses, mister Connor, I question the long-term survivability of your army. And of this partnership." She seethed, her expression twisted into an angered mask, leering down at the comparatively smaller man. To his credit, he remained steadfast and held his ground, staring back up at her. He was made of some stern stuff, at the very least.
"What do you want me to do about it?" he finally snapped. "We're down here to take back this village, under orders from—"
He was cut off as Altanis's voice rose to a level that drowned out his voice entirely. "Under orders from someone that you appear content to blindly follow!" she roared, swiping a hand through the air. Several jagged lines immediately rent themselves in the nearby ground, matching the pattern of her clawed fingers, and made several nearby soldiers flinch.
"We walked right into this village in full force, and full numbers..." she went on, her voice slowly starting to calm itself. "Even in spite of its utterly empty and abandoned state. Did you not think that suspicious, Lieutenant Connor?"
John Connor scowled darkly, his hands tightening into fists. "Of course it was suspicious, but there was still reason to—"
"To do what, Lieutenant?" the hellspawn spat, leaning forward to positively tower over him, staring directly down. From the angle, her face was cast into shadow against the sun high over head, leaving only the glimmering gold specks of her eyes to shine through. "To blithely march into an obvious trap, simply because we were ordered to 'take back' a village that was clearly in no danger?" Her voice dripped with venom, and there was such an oppressive, almost predatory edge in her voice, even John Connor recoiled, taking a reflexive half-step backward. "A village where we are clearly neither wanted, nor welcome?"
"Wait a moment, now." This time, it was the feline warrior, Ki, who spoke up. Swiftly, the furry little creature interposed himself between the two leaders, his paws upraised as if to try and separate and push them apart. "This won't serve any purpose. If we are to work together, then we cannot—"
"The only thing we cannot do," Altanis interrupted, and she stamped a hoof viciously. The armored plating on it lit up with a red-hued light, sending out crackling sparks of energy that splintered the ground as good as any sledgehammer. "...is to remain here, in this deathtrap. I agreed to follow your lead on this mission purely as a show of good faith, but I will not pointlessly endanger myself, nor those soldiers under my command, without a very good cause." She went quiet and still for a moment, making a visible and almost palpable effort to rein herself in. "Not unless you can provide a very good reason for us to remain here." She jabbed a finger at John Connor's chest, with enough force to make the career soldier stagger backward.
The Miniskirt Armada soldiers around him shifted uneasily, subtly shifting further away from their leader and eyeing him nervously, as if awaiting his answer. Connor steeled himself, regaining his posture and composure. Looking around at the others, he could feel a cold sweat start to trickle down the back of his neck. This was bad, and he knew it — had known it from the beginning — but he hadn't expected it to be this bad. To go this badly.
"If you cannot provide an adequate response in the next ten minutes, mister Connor, then you will immediately surrender your command and join me, along with whatever troops remain loyal to you, and we will leave this village to its own devices." She lifted her head, raising her voice so that it carried clearly. "And I will welcome all other troops who tire of such absurd orders to join me. There will be no more marching with such blind, suicical obedience to glaringly flawed orders right into such glaringly obvious traps. I will turn our efforts toward an actual enemy, rather than this pointless insanity."
She rose up in a surge, rearing up on her hind legs. The weaponry on her front hooves blazed to life, a shimmering field of crimson energy surrounding them and making Ki bolt to one side as Connor quickly backpedaled. The centaur came crashing down, pulverizing the ground and leaving a crater large enough to comfortably hold a person — or several.
"Anyone of you who wishes to stay here, I have prepared you an unmarked grave. It is all that your current leadership seems to deem fit for you." She wheeled around, stalking off back to rejoin her own troops. "Remember, Connor. Ten minutes."
"And what, exactly," she started, her voice dangerously cold and quiet, as she slowly stalked closer to the mess. "...is going on here?"
As one, the Hell Diver troops present immediately turned swiftly to face their General, with a quick salute. Only after a moment, when the dismissive wave to release them came, did one speak up. "Not sure, ma'am," he said, with a helpless shrug. "We were helping scout and secure the town. Warned the boys in blue not to go snooping around the houses too close, and...boom."
"This place is a death trap, and there isn't even anyone here to capture!" another soldier spoke up, sounding particularly disgruntled.
"Yes. I can see that." Altanis snarled, casting a quick sweeping glance over the scene. "Corporal Derrick!" she barked. "Gather your squad and tend to all the wounded. Make sure there are no serious injuries among our ranks."
"Yes' ma'am!" the soldier in question snapped in response, and turned around. "Doc Wagon! Kit up, we got some divers to patch!"
Before he could move off, however, a hand firmly came down to rest on Derrick's shoulder. "I said all of the wounded, Corporal. That includes our allies."
For a moment, the medic looked surprised, blinking up at Altanis, but then just smartly nodded. "Understood, ma'am." He was released, and jogged off quickly. "Shave, Scrubs, grab an extra trauma bag or two, we're patchin' up the boys and girls in blue, too!"
Altanis then turned her attention to the leadership of this unit of the Miniskirt Armada. "If this is the kind of tactical decision-making your Commander possesses, mister Connor, I question the long-term survivability of your army. And of this partnership." She seethed, her expression twisted into an angered mask, leering down at the comparatively smaller man. To his credit, he remained steadfast and held his ground, staring back up at her. He was made of some stern stuff, at the very least.
"What do you want me to do about it?" he finally snapped. "We're down here to take back this village, under orders from—"
He was cut off as Altanis's voice rose to a level that drowned out his voice entirely. "Under orders from someone that you appear content to blindly follow!" she roared, swiping a hand through the air. Several jagged lines immediately rent themselves in the nearby ground, matching the pattern of her clawed fingers, and made several nearby soldiers flinch.
"We walked right into this village in full force, and full numbers..." she went on, her voice slowly starting to calm itself. "Even in spite of its utterly empty and abandoned state. Did you not think that suspicious, Lieutenant Connor?"
John Connor scowled darkly, his hands tightening into fists. "Of course it was suspicious, but there was still reason to—"
"To do what, Lieutenant?" the hellspawn spat, leaning forward to positively tower over him, staring directly down. From the angle, her face was cast into shadow against the sun high over head, leaving only the glimmering gold specks of her eyes to shine through. "To blithely march into an obvious trap, simply because we were ordered to 'take back' a village that was clearly in no danger?" Her voice dripped with venom, and there was such an oppressive, almost predatory edge in her voice, even John Connor recoiled, taking a reflexive half-step backward. "A village where we are clearly neither wanted, nor welcome?"
"Wait a moment, now." This time, it was the feline warrior, Ki, who spoke up. Swiftly, the furry little creature interposed himself between the two leaders, his paws upraised as if to try and separate and push them apart. "This won't serve any purpose. If we are to work together, then we cannot—"
"The only thing we cannot do," Altanis interrupted, and she stamped a hoof viciously. The armored plating on it lit up with a red-hued light, sending out crackling sparks of energy that splintered the ground as good as any sledgehammer. "...is to remain here, in this deathtrap. I agreed to follow your lead on this mission purely as a show of good faith, but I will not pointlessly endanger myself, nor those soldiers under my command, without a very good cause." She went quiet and still for a moment, making a visible and almost palpable effort to rein herself in. "Not unless you can provide a very good reason for us to remain here." She jabbed a finger at John Connor's chest, with enough force to make the career soldier stagger backward.
The Miniskirt Armada soldiers around him shifted uneasily, subtly shifting further away from their leader and eyeing him nervously, as if awaiting his answer. Connor steeled himself, regaining his posture and composure. Looking around at the others, he could feel a cold sweat start to trickle down the back of his neck. This was bad, and he knew it — had known it from the beginning — but he hadn't expected it to be this bad. To go this badly.
"If you cannot provide an adequate response in the next ten minutes, mister Connor, then you will immediately surrender your command and join me, along with whatever troops remain loyal to you, and we will leave this village to its own devices." She lifted her head, raising her voice so that it carried clearly. "And I will welcome all other troops who tire of such absurd orders to join me. There will be no more marching with such blind, suicical obedience to glaringly flawed orders right into such glaringly obvious traps. I will turn our efforts toward an actual enemy, rather than this pointless insanity."
She rose up in a surge, rearing up on her hind legs. The weaponry on her front hooves blazed to life, a shimmering field of crimson energy surrounding them and making Ki bolt to one side as Connor quickly backpedaled. The centaur came crashing down, pulverizing the ground and leaving a crater large enough to comfortably hold a person — or several.
"Anyone of you who wishes to stay here, I have prepared you an unmarked grave. It is all that your current leadership seems to deem fit for you." She wheeled around, stalking off back to rejoin her own troops. "Remember, Connor. Ten minutes."
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Face to Face
"The Terminators" vs "Wicked Lake of Fire"
"The Terminators" vs "Wicked Lake of Fire"
"I said stand down!" All along both lines, guns were drawn. Altanis, scowling, again turned to John Connor. "Last warning to lay down your arms and come with us, away from this madness."
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Battle Statistics
Hell Divers: 900 Combat Soldiers
Miniskirt Armada: 150 Combat Soldiers
Note: John Connor or Ki will post first and have to decide in that post whether or not they intend to fight, surrender, or attempt to flee. If it's the third option, think of something creative in the post and leave the ending ambiguous, and the update will be whether you succeeded (and get out) or have to fight.
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"The Terminators"
Lieutenants -> John Connor, Ki
150 Combat Soldiers
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"Wicked Lake of Fire"
General -> Altanis
Lieutenant -> Stretch Pirate
900 Combat Soldiers
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War was like a chessboard. One covered with kings, pawns and nooks. One filled with woes, anger and eventually hatred. Time and time again, John would stand over a chessboard, moving the pieces much like he liked his war. Rough, mean and angry. But this time, the situation was cautiously sticky.
He watched Azula standing over that very same chessboard falling apart, with him stuck in a knightly body along with Ki being moved like a puppet on a string, watching that chasm in the board in the middle of a hole where a horse demon blocked his and KI’s only way of escape.
John’s dream was a nightmare here and now.
John gritted his teeth, sweat bristling down his brunette shaved head. He seemed defiant, stepping in front of his soldiers and men and even in front of Ki.
“Just because I follow, doesn’t mean I trust her fully! I’ve seen fully what she’s capable of out there. Doesn’t mean I’m JUST LIKE HER!”
A soldier who called himself Private Auburn who seemed on edge and placed a hand on the angered Lieutenant and frowned “Let it go, Connor. It isn’t worth it. They won’t listen to you anyway. “
A mixture of hope, fear and anger mixed in John’s eyes that very moment.
Even the Legendary John Connor showed fear in his eyes. He wasn’t perfect, far from it…
But somehow the terminator knew in its cold heart that it could learn human emotions and it could feel several human soldiers' fears and John’s own fear running through his own body.
He was no superhero, he was a cold machine designed to kill for Skynet. But his mission was compromised here… He would fail his mission if he couldn’t protect the very man who reprogrammed him to save LIVES!
It was then the terminator squeezed his eyes and walked over near Connor, placing one last hand on his shoulder “Connor, I don’t know why you cry, but it’s something I can never do.”
The terminator then growled over to Connor, Ki and his men. “Hell divers, forget this Evil man. He knows not who he angers. You’d be wiser to follow Connor.”
The terminator then flashed a smirk over to the Leader of the Resistance one last time as he focused his full energy on the demon horse, Atlantis and threw the guns near Connor and his men “Use these well. NOW GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The Terminator ripped the hair of the centaur horse demon and made him try to buck him off but the Terminator smirked and used a bear hug to squeeze his body around the horse demon’s body.
“HASTA LA VISTA, BABY!”
The terminator grabbed the horse demon who desperately tried to shake him off as he threw himself inside said hole with said horse demon.
“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” The horse demon cried in anger.
The terminator was the perfect father figure to John. One that would never hit him, never drink or never get angry at him. Now? The terminator was a hero…. A legend again in Ki, and John’s heart.
The terminator used “HASTA LA VISTA BABY '' as a full-bearlike suicide on Atlantis.
The terminators used the Terminator as a distraction.
John felt a cold tear fall from his eye as he pushed his head to look back, pulling Ki and yelling out orders to his soldiers.
“LET’S GO! FALL BACK!” John waved toward his shoulders, yelling.
(Some sad terminator tunes for mood music)
He watched Azula standing over that very same chessboard falling apart, with him stuck in a knightly body along with Ki being moved like a puppet on a string, watching that chasm in the board in the middle of a hole where a horse demon blocked his and KI’s only way of escape.
John’s dream was a nightmare here and now.
John gritted his teeth, sweat bristling down his brunette shaved head. He seemed defiant, stepping in front of his soldiers and men and even in front of Ki.
“Just because I follow, doesn’t mean I trust her fully! I’ve seen fully what she’s capable of out there. Doesn’t mean I’m JUST LIKE HER!”
A soldier who called himself Private Auburn who seemed on edge and placed a hand on the angered Lieutenant and frowned “Let it go, Connor. It isn’t worth it. They won’t listen to you anyway. “
A mixture of hope, fear and anger mixed in John’s eyes that very moment.
Even the Legendary John Connor showed fear in his eyes. He wasn’t perfect, far from it…
But somehow the terminator knew in its cold heart that it could learn human emotions and it could feel several human soldiers' fears and John’s own fear running through his own body.
He was no superhero, he was a cold machine designed to kill for Skynet. But his mission was compromised here… He would fail his mission if he couldn’t protect the very man who reprogrammed him to save LIVES!
It was then the terminator squeezed his eyes and walked over near Connor, placing one last hand on his shoulder “Connor, I don’t know why you cry, but it’s something I can never do.”
The terminator then growled over to Connor, Ki and his men. “Hell divers, forget this Evil man. He knows not who he angers. You’d be wiser to follow Connor.”
The terminator then flashed a smirk over to the Leader of the Resistance one last time as he focused his full energy on the demon horse, Atlantis and threw the guns near Connor and his men “Use these well. NOW GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The Terminator ripped the hair of the centaur horse demon and made him try to buck him off but the Terminator smirked and used a bear hug to squeeze his body around the horse demon’s body.
“HASTA LA VISTA, BABY!”
The terminator grabbed the horse demon who desperately tried to shake him off as he threw himself inside said hole with said horse demon.
“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” The horse demon cried in anger.
The terminator was the perfect father figure to John. One that would never hit him, never drink or never get angry at him. Now? The terminator was a hero…. A legend again in Ki, and John’s heart.
The terminator used “HASTA LA VISTA BABY '' as a full-bearlike suicide on Atlantis.
The terminators used the Terminator as a distraction.
John felt a cold tear fall from his eye as he pushed his head to look back, pulling Ki and yelling out orders to his soldiers.
“LET’S GO! FALL BACK!” John waved toward his shoulders, yelling.
(Some sad terminator tunes for mood music)
Face to Face
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Altanis, wide-eyed, growled even as the metal-reinforced hands crushed down on her chest. “You’ll regret this!” She shouted before being suplexed into a well by the Terminator. As the stalwart defender of John Connor advanced, it was met by a litany of small arms fire, as the Hell Divers swarmed to protect their General.
Unrelenting even as the red warnings started to populate its HUD and its systems started to falter, the Terminator threw itself once more at Altanis. By the time it crashed down onto the demon centaur—pinning her beneath its bulk—the red fire in the machine’s eyes had gone cold.
A few blocks away, Connor, Ki, and their soldiers fled as quickly as they could. Bullets stitched the ground behind them as a few gunmen dropped out of the formation to provide suicidal suppressing fire. Even so, John Connor felt the sting of a bullet as it went through-and-through just a few inches right of his belly button. When the general stumbled and nearly toppled, Ki was there to catch him and support him as they withdrew.
As the Miniskirts attempted their withdrawal, they were horrified when a number of adjacent buildings in the village, once thought to be empty, suddenly light up with the sound of various small arms and personal explosive devices.
The stone edifice of a shop front exploded, a pair of partially charged corpses ejected along with the debris, as a scowling Beatrix III stepped out and cursed at the scene. “Spies!”
“You’re the spies!” A groggy Hell Diver spy growled before he ate a bullet from the Miniskirt Armada lieutenant. A soft hand grasped Beatrix by the wrist, and she spun, gun raised, before seeing that it was Jaina.
“We cannot be trapped her,” she whispered as the two moved.
“Hey!” Android XVII barked as he stumbled out of the shop front. “Wait for me!” He shouted as he mashed a plunger concealed inside a wooden shelf.
Meanwhile, halfway across the village, Stretch Pirate pushed down on his own plunger.
In terrifying unison, the secret bombs that both armies had placed within the village’s structures exploded, bathing the entire ‘village’ and the surrounding half-mile of landscape in what would eventually be a downpour of scalded bricks, wood chunks, and the occasional bit of dead soldier.
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The cat samurai held onto John Connor’s shoulder, who grasped his wound and noted a bit of blood. He helped the General move as the man looked into Ki’s eyes. They looked cold and angry, but they seemed to be pleading to bring his terminator friend back. On the outside, John’s face was rock solid.
John bent down “Any of you soldiers have medical knowledge, I need some bandages.”
He sighed and carefully bent down and held a few bandages his soldiers that remained gave to him.
He closed his eyes as he looked back at the empty hole and sighed, bending down and placing a white stick, and tied a bloody bandage on top.
He muttered a silent memoriam “Let those who pass know these men didn’t die in vain. They earned their resistance patches today.”
A few soldiers quietly looked up “General, we should get moving, not sure what’s in store for us out there but.. I’m sorry about the terminator. He didn’t die in vain.”
John froze for a few seconds, the leader of the Resistance getting up and nodded “No worries, his … death will be avenged..”
John bent down “Any of you soldiers have medical knowledge, I need some bandages.”
He sighed and carefully bent down and held a few bandages his soldiers that remained gave to him.
He closed his eyes as he looked back at the empty hole and sighed, bending down and placing a white stick, and tied a bloody bandage on top.
He muttered a silent memoriam “Let those who pass know these men didn’t die in vain. They earned their resistance patches today.”
A few soldiers quietly looked up “General, we should get moving, not sure what’s in store for us out there but.. I’m sorry about the terminator. He didn’t die in vain.”
John froze for a few seconds, the leader of the Resistance getting up and nodded “No worries, his … death will be avenged..”
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