Please, yes. She deserves all the help she can get. "You want to help? Then stay the hell away from me, and get the hell out of that team before they fuck you up as well. It's only a matter of time before they do." He shook his arm free of her grasp and walked away, leaving her to think about what he said.
Had he wanted the help? Probably. Ari really was in trouble, and he wanted her to be safe, but his trust in these people was now as broken as the woman he was hoping to save.
Had he wanted the help? Probably. Ari really was in trouble, and he wanted her to be safe, but his trust in these people was now as broken as the woman he was hoping to save.
You want to see how much several days of writing got me?
Probably not nearly as much as it should have. A few other RPers have gotten stuff longer than that up within an hour. It took me a week and a half. Does that make me a bad RPer? No. Not in the slightest. They're probably all insane people who write for a living or take it all much more seriously than I do. Hell, this post in itself took 20 odd minutes and the majority of it is being used to make you stop doubting yourself as a competent roleplayer. =/
Have you read that post down there yet? Well, do you really think that should have taken me so long?
Probably not nearly as much as it should have. A few other RPers have gotten stuff longer than that up within an hour. It took me a week and a half. Does that make me a bad RPer? No. Not in the slightest. They're probably all insane people who write for a living or take it all much more seriously than I do. Hell, this post in itself took 20 odd minutes and the majority of it is being used to make you stop doubting yourself as a competent roleplayer. =/
Have you read that post down there yet? Well, do you really think that should have taken me so long?
Romeo Squad, Pacific Ocean
51 Miles South of Pederland, Barrettstia
The planes scrambled to and fro, any tactical analysis taking a dive as the fighters unleashed as much hell as they could muster upon their Barrettstian counterparts, and them no doubt doing the same.
The fighters were getting backed up though, despite how hazardous it was making the battle for both sides as Fasdian Surface-to-air missiles filled the sky around them. One false move and a pilot could be sleeping with the fishes 50,000 feet down in a mangled aluminium coffin. It could be seen that many of the pilots were having trouble, on both sides, as the missiles were often colliding with other missiles rather than targets.
"Pull out Romeo Squad, the zone is too dangerous. Pull out and wait for an opening." The command was issued and the 46 fighters left, after 4 of them had disappeared in the mass confusion, pulled away from the conflict as quickly as possible.
[hr][/hr]
Pier 29, North Docks
Pederton, Barrettstia
Several of the lander's doors exploded outwards, freeing the inhabitants who quickly got to work. A large portion of those who had just landed were soldiers or untrained personelle given guns at the last moment, but a few had already chosen spots across the docks and set ammo and other essentials down.
What Demian found strange was how everything was being assembled so quickly, the slaves set to the task were putting up small tents and starting to dig a trench into the sand and bringing the amphibious landing pods ashore for use as APCs, all within a few minutes.
He felt a sharp crack to the back of his head as a member of the Personal Guard slapped him. "Give them some room to breath. Good Goddess, you'd think they were doing something slightly interesting with the way you stare." Demian looked to the guard and tipped his head, giving a slight apology. The guard was a superior after all.
It looked like operations were quickly getting underway as the JPD soldiers quickly began to spread out into teams of five, supported by 4 soldiers each, along the docks and move forwards towards the 81st Grenadiers HQ, ready to kill all who would get in their way. Demian had been grouped up with 3 other slaves, who dared not introduce themselves, and a particularly cocky Detachment soldier who seemed to think she was the Goddess' greatest gift to the JPD, and to mankind.
"Right, Ay'a here. The mainframe is back up and we've got radio contact re-established between soldiers." She coughed, "Mic says he wants teams to start going eastward, converging upon the Fasdian's position to reinforce them." She said this slowly, as though reading it off a card as she said it. Demian turned to see Ay'a a short distance away, almost surrounded by a wall of technical equipment.
[hr][/hr]
The Revo-Fasdian Fleet
West of Pederton, Barrettstia
What seemed like thousands of missiles came pounding once more into the Revolvisian formation, reducing what was left of the already battered first and second lines into oblivion, and allowing the third to join them. The fourth and fifth lines suffered badly, the majority of ships unable to stand the onslaught and giving in and that simply left the sixth and seventh to be ripped to shreds by the next lot of missiles. If the enemy even bothered wasting the missiles on them that was...
[hr][/hr]
In The Vicinity Of The New Chalcedon Fleet
~170NM West of Pederton
The naval battle had been an all out lose, the Revo-Fasdian navy was now a combination of warped scrap metal and drowned electrical equipment, but the Revolvisians intended to pay the Chalcedoners back dearly for such a defeat. Every Multi-role Fighter in the Revolvisians arsenal, minus the 50 that were South of Pederton right about now, would be on a course to blow the shit out of the New Chalcedon navy.
51 Miles South of Pederland, Barrettstia
The planes scrambled to and fro, any tactical analysis taking a dive as the fighters unleashed as much hell as they could muster upon their Barrettstian counterparts, and them no doubt doing the same.
The fighters were getting backed up though, despite how hazardous it was making the battle for both sides as Fasdian Surface-to-air missiles filled the sky around them. One false move and a pilot could be sleeping with the fishes 50,000 feet down in a mangled aluminium coffin. It could be seen that many of the pilots were having trouble, on both sides, as the missiles were often colliding with other missiles rather than targets.
"Pull out Romeo Squad, the zone is too dangerous. Pull out and wait for an opening." The command was issued and the 46 fighters left, after 4 of them had disappeared in the mass confusion, pulled away from the conflict as quickly as possible.
[hr][/hr]
Pier 29, North Docks
Pederton, Barrettstia
Several of the lander's doors exploded outwards, freeing the inhabitants who quickly got to work. A large portion of those who had just landed were soldiers or untrained personelle given guns at the last moment, but a few had already chosen spots across the docks and set ammo and other essentials down.
What Demian found strange was how everything was being assembled so quickly, the slaves set to the task were putting up small tents and starting to dig a trench into the sand and bringing the amphibious landing pods ashore for use as APCs, all within a few minutes.
He felt a sharp crack to the back of his head as a member of the Personal Guard slapped him. "Give them some room to breath. Good Goddess, you'd think they were doing something slightly interesting with the way you stare." Demian looked to the guard and tipped his head, giving a slight apology. The guard was a superior after all.
It looked like operations were quickly getting underway as the JPD soldiers quickly began to spread out into teams of five, supported by 4 soldiers each, along the docks and move forwards towards the 81st Grenadiers HQ, ready to kill all who would get in their way. Demian had been grouped up with 3 other slaves, who dared not introduce themselves, and a particularly cocky Detachment soldier who seemed to think she was the Goddess' greatest gift to the JPD, and to mankind.
"Right, Ay'a here. The mainframe is back up and we've got radio contact re-established between soldiers." She coughed, "Mic says he wants teams to start going eastward, converging upon the Fasdian's position to reinforce them." She said this slowly, as though reading it off a card as she said it. Demian turned to see Ay'a a short distance away, almost surrounded by a wall of technical equipment.
[hr][/hr]
The Revo-Fasdian Fleet
West of Pederton, Barrettstia
What seemed like thousands of missiles came pounding once more into the Revolvisian formation, reducing what was left of the already battered first and second lines into oblivion, and allowing the third to join them. The fourth and fifth lines suffered badly, the majority of ships unable to stand the onslaught and giving in and that simply left the sixth and seventh to be ripped to shreds by the next lot of missiles. If the enemy even bothered wasting the missiles on them that was...
[hr][/hr]
In The Vicinity Of The New Chalcedon Fleet
~170NM West of Pederton
The naval battle had been an all out lose, the Revo-Fasdian navy was now a combination of warped scrap metal and drowned electrical equipment, but the Revolvisians intended to pay the Chalcedoners back dearly for such a defeat. Every Multi-role Fighter in the Revolvisians arsenal, minus the 50 that were South of Pederton right about now, would be on a course to blow the shit out of the New Chalcedon navy.
