Rose stood at the head of the hangar, her voice carrying over the hum of idling dropships and loading vehicles. Her uniform bore the insignia of the CAS, glinting under the hangar’s cold lighting. Before her, over 300 Willows stood in ranks, clad in sleek combat suits, weapons in their left shoulders. They were the sharpest tool in the CASN Spear Of Vengance's arsenal, and they were hers to command.
“You know the mission,” Rose began, her voice sharp as the clank of boots on metal. “Phoenara’s surface is a deathtrap. Hostiles everywhere. The Corsairs will fight to the last, and some of you—” she paused, her steely eyes scanning the rows of soldiers, “—many of you, will not make it back.”
A murmur passed through the ranks but was quickly silenced.
“Remember your training. Remember your comrades. You are Willows. You are the edge of the blade.” She pointed toward the waiting dropships. “Now, go. Strike hard. Strike fast. For the Confederation.”
The hangar doors rumbled open, revealing Phoenara’s blazing sun. Its light cast a golden light on the Willows over Rose’s left shoulder as she stood motionless. As one, the Willows snapped a crisp salute.
“For the Confederation!” they echoed, their voices a unified roar.
“You know the mission,” Rose began, her voice sharp as the clank of boots on metal. “Phoenara’s surface is a deathtrap. Hostiles everywhere. The Corsairs will fight to the last, and some of you—” she paused, her steely eyes scanning the rows of soldiers, “—many of you, will not make it back.”
A murmur passed through the ranks but was quickly silenced.
“Remember your training. Remember your comrades. You are Willows. You are the edge of the blade.” She pointed toward the waiting dropships. “Now, go. Strike hard. Strike fast. For the Confederation.”
The hangar doors rumbled open, revealing Phoenara’s blazing sun. Its light cast a golden light on the Willows over Rose’s left shoulder as she stood motionless. As one, the Willows snapped a crisp salute.
“For the Confederation!” they echoed, their voices a unified roar.
Carina's body arced through the air, a graceful, weightless arc as she coasted down the darkened corridor at breakneck speed. The gravity generator disabled, she was a human projectile, her momentum fuelled by the force of her own kick.
The first guard's body, a crimson smear on her chest, whizzed by in a blur as Carina hurtled past. She felt a rush of satisfaction - one down, more to go. A second guard, her face frozen in a grimace of shock and pain, floated closer, her eyes wide with fear even in death. Carina's gaze flickered over her, Carina's mind already focused on the task ahead.
The green laser beams sliced through the air mere feet away, the surviving guards returning fire. Carina felt the heat of the beams wash over her, the air charged with electromagnetic energy as she floated serenely past the second guard's lifeless form. Time seemed to slow as she drifted, her senses heightened. The guards were closing in, their weapons blazing, but Carina was a force of nature, nothing could stand in her way.
The first guard's body, a crimson smear on her chest, whizzed by in a blur as Carina hurtled past. She felt a rush of satisfaction - one down, more to go. A second guard, her face frozen in a grimace of shock and pain, floated closer, her eyes wide with fear even in death. Carina's gaze flickered over her, Carina's mind already focused on the task ahead.
The green laser beams sliced through the air mere feet away, the surviving guards returning fire. Carina felt the heat of the beams wash over her, the air charged with electromagnetic energy as she floated serenely past the second guard's lifeless form. Time seemed to slow as she drifted, her senses heightened. The guards were closing in, their weapons blazing, but Carina was a force of nature, nothing could stand in her way.
The Willows pressed forward through the dimly lit corridor of the Ceracen command bunker, each step taking them deeper into the enemy’s stronghold. Orders from CFC Rose crackled through their earpieces as they moved cautiously, rifle held tight, eyes scanning the flickering shadows that danced under the strained light of the emergency fixtures.
A sudden burst of gunfire erupted from a doorway to their right as a trio of desperate Ceracen troops emerged. The lead Willow opposite the doorway took a bullet to the chest, falling to the side. The other Willows reacted in an instant, returning fire with precision. The first attacker fell with a bullet through her temple, her body sprawling across the floor like a discarded doll.
Before the remaining troops could engage, they were cut down by rapid and accurate fire from point blank range as the Willows set two more Ceracen troops to the floor, dark crimson spreading across their chests.
The foremost Willows glanced to the left, where the lead Willow lay motionless, her lifeless eyes staring at the floor. One clean shot had found its mark. She clenched her jaw, there was no time for grief.
Kneeling by the nearest column, she scanned the corridor, looking for any other motion. The others moved past her in swift, silent unison, eyes sharp, weapons poised, ready for the final breach. CFC Rose’s voice came over the radio with fierce resolve as she ordered, “Forward.”
A sudden burst of gunfire erupted from a doorway to their right as a trio of desperate Ceracen troops emerged. The lead Willow opposite the doorway took a bullet to the chest, falling to the side. The other Willows reacted in an instant, returning fire with precision. The first attacker fell with a bullet through her temple, her body sprawling across the floor like a discarded doll.
Before the remaining troops could engage, they were cut down by rapid and accurate fire from point blank range as the Willows set two more Ceracen troops to the floor, dark crimson spreading across their chests.
The foremost Willows glanced to the left, where the lead Willow lay motionless, her lifeless eyes staring at the floor. One clean shot had found its mark. She clenched her jaw, there was no time for grief.
Kneeling by the nearest column, she scanned the corridor, looking for any other motion. The others moved past her in swift, silent unison, eyes sharp, weapons poised, ready for the final breach. CFC Rose’s voice came over the radio with fierce resolve as she ordered, “Forward.”
Esther stood on the rooftop, motionless beneath the oppressive hive city that loomed above. Neon red lights flickered off her slick, black bodysuit, their reflection lost in the blood pooling around her boots. Her greatsword hung behind her, tip grazing the concrete, a weight she barely felt anymore.
The bodies lay sprawled around her—two adversaries dispatched in silence. To her left, the guard slumped against the wall, his life leaking from the deep gash in his abdomen. His eyes were already glazed, resigned. To her right, the woman in the horned mask lay crumpled, chest punctured. The holograms flickered weakly, dying like everything else.
Esther glanced over her shoulder, the city's endless sprawl stretching into the void, indifferent to the lives it consumed. Another night. Another few bodies. Nothing would change. She turned back to the skyline, searching for the next fight.
The bodies lay sprawled around her—two adversaries dispatched in silence. To her left, the guard slumped against the wall, his life leaking from the deep gash in his abdomen. His eyes were already glazed, resigned. To her right, the woman in the horned mask lay crumpled, chest punctured. The holograms flickered weakly, dying like everything else.
Esther glanced over her shoulder, the city's endless sprawl stretching into the void, indifferent to the lives it consumed. Another night. Another few bodies. Nothing would change. She turned back to the skyline, searching for the next fight.
“Drop it!” screamed Iva.
Her target froze, the voice had come from behind, there was no way even a BFC Unit could be slow enough to be taken like this. Iva watched the gun clatter to the floor and the hands of her target raise. BFC weren’t generally in the business of taking prisoners, but a Mistress…. Maybe Mistress Jojo would give her a bonus?
The smoke from her gun, hot from wasting some CPD bitches, added to the imposing figure she cut, but the surrendering Mistress didn’t falter.
“Whatever they pay you, I’ll see you get double if you let me go…” she ventured as confidently as she could.
“No, I want to see that look on my Mistresses face, show her I CAN done something right for once..”
Her target froze, the voice had come from behind, there was no way even a BFC Unit could be slow enough to be taken like this. Iva watched the gun clatter to the floor and the hands of her target raise. BFC weren’t generally in the business of taking prisoners, but a Mistress…. Maybe Mistress Jojo would give her a bonus?
The smoke from her gun, hot from wasting some CPD bitches, added to the imposing figure she cut, but the surrendering Mistress didn’t falter.
“Whatever they pay you, I’ll see you get double if you let me go…” she ventured as confidently as she could.
“No, I want to see that look on my Mistresses face, show her I CAN done something right for once..”
Iva stalked the dark corridors of the hab-ship, her black suit clinging to her like a second skin. Her eyes were hard, merciless. In her right hand, she gripped a knife; in her left, a blaster.
She rounded a corner and spotted a guard. The brunette in a red crew suit barely had time to react before Iva pounced. With a brutal shove, she slammed the guard against the wall, pressing her knife to the woman’s chest.
"Move and you’re dead," Iva snarled, her voice devoid of mercy. The guard's eyes widened in terror, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Iva twisted the knife just enough to draw a bead of blood. "Scream, and I'll carve you up."
The guard whimpered, nodding frantically, too scared to speak. Iva's lips curled into a cruel smile. She enjoyed this—it was all a game to her, and she played it well.
"Good girl," she taunted, stepping back just enough to thrust the blade into her captive’s chest. The mission was far from over, and Iva relished the thought of the havoc she was about to unleash, there was no time for niceties…
She rounded a corner and spotted a guard. The brunette in a red crew suit barely had time to react before Iva pounced. With a brutal shove, she slammed the guard against the wall, pressing her knife to the woman’s chest.
"Move and you’re dead," Iva snarled, her voice devoid of mercy. The guard's eyes widened in terror, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Iva twisted the knife just enough to draw a bead of blood. "Scream, and I'll carve you up."
The guard whimpered, nodding frantically, too scared to speak. Iva's lips curled into a cruel smile. She enjoyed this—it was all a game to her, and she played it well.
"Good girl," she taunted, stepping back just enough to thrust the blade into her captive’s chest. The mission was far from over, and Iva relished the thought of the havoc she was about to unleash, there was no time for niceties…
The noise of the AMV-7’s engine was incessant. The detachment of Willows of Rose Company in the back stared at each other while Rose listened to the crew keeping watch as they crawled through the abandoned streets of Iraven in the dawn light.
Suddenly, a deafening explosion rocked the AMV-7, throwing everyone inside against the walls. The vehicle ground to a halt, the crew silent, incapacitated. Smoke filled the air as Rose forced open the side hatch. "Willows, dismount!" she shouted, but as they scrambled out, a hail of bullets met them. A Willow just in front of Rose fell instantly. She caught the falling Willow and started dragging her backwards to shelter behind the AMV-7, bullets zipping overhead.
"Ambush!" she screamed into her comm unit as she opened fire, but only static answered. The enemy fire was relentless, coming from a bombed-out building to their left. "Covering fire!" Rose ordered, but the return fire from her team was weak and disorganized. As they tried to move, more Willows were cut down.
Suddenly, a burst of fire, obviously intended for Rose, riddled the Willow in her arms. Rose felt the Willow jolt with each bullet, any pity for the now-dead Willow tempered by the knowledge that she was alive because the Willow was dead.
Within minutes, it was over. Willows lay scattered, lifeless, around the smoking wreck of the AMV-7. Rose, injured and gasping, could do nothing but watch as the enemy retreated before backup arrived, leaving Rose Company shattered and defeated in the dawn's first light.
Suddenly, a deafening explosion rocked the AMV-7, throwing everyone inside against the walls. The vehicle ground to a halt, the crew silent, incapacitated. Smoke filled the air as Rose forced open the side hatch. "Willows, dismount!" she shouted, but as they scrambled out, a hail of bullets met them. A Willow just in front of Rose fell instantly. She caught the falling Willow and started dragging her backwards to shelter behind the AMV-7, bullets zipping overhead.
"Ambush!" she screamed into her comm unit as she opened fire, but only static answered. The enemy fire was relentless, coming from a bombed-out building to their left. "Covering fire!" Rose ordered, but the return fire from her team was weak and disorganized. As they tried to move, more Willows were cut down.
Suddenly, a burst of fire, obviously intended for Rose, riddled the Willow in her arms. Rose felt the Willow jolt with each bullet, any pity for the now-dead Willow tempered by the knowledge that she was alive because the Willow was dead.
Within minutes, it was over. Willows lay scattered, lifeless, around the smoking wreck of the AMV-7. Rose, injured and gasping, could do nothing but watch as the enemy retreated before backup arrived, leaving Rose Company shattered and defeated in the dawn's first light.
The Phoenaran Corsairs ambushed the cargo transport, Resolute Provider, intending to intercept its vital supplies bound for CAS Willows in nearby systems. But the CASN Spear of Vengeance arrived early, trapping the Corsairs. It's company of Willows were deployed to retake the ship.
"Hold the line!" Laura yelled, her red hair flowing behind her. Her squad, outnumbered, formed a barricade of supply crates. The Willows advanced with precision, grey suits blending into the metallic corridors. Laura's blaster took down several Willows, their fragile bodies crumpling to the floor, but more kept coming.
The firefight was intense. Carina, hit twice in the chest, kept firing as she slumped behind the barricade, blood oozing from two neat bullet wounds. Laura turned her blaster on Carina's killer, blasting her twice, causing her to fall backwards. Beside her, Isra took a bullet between the breasts, throwing her backwards over a crate. Incensed, Laura turned and blasted the Willow, whose chest puffed forwards as she fell, just another Willow casualty amongst dozens. "They're breaking through!" Jojo shouted from the other side, blasting an approaching Willow as another Corsair, Theresa, arched her back as she took a burst of bullets in a line up her torso and fell flat on her back.
Laura screamed, "Hold them!" but the Willows pressed on, their numbers overwhelming. One by one, Laura's girls fell. Jojo, bloodied, whispered, "We can't hold them."
"Then we die fighting," Laura said. "For Phoenara!"
"Hold the line!" Laura yelled, her red hair flowing behind her. Her squad, outnumbered, formed a barricade of supply crates. The Willows advanced with precision, grey suits blending into the metallic corridors. Laura's blaster took down several Willows, their fragile bodies crumpling to the floor, but more kept coming.
The firefight was intense. Carina, hit twice in the chest, kept firing as she slumped behind the barricade, blood oozing from two neat bullet wounds. Laura turned her blaster on Carina's killer, blasting her twice, causing her to fall backwards. Beside her, Isra took a bullet between the breasts, throwing her backwards over a crate. Incensed, Laura turned and blasted the Willow, whose chest puffed forwards as she fell, just another Willow casualty amongst dozens. "They're breaking through!" Jojo shouted from the other side, blasting an approaching Willow as another Corsair, Theresa, arched her back as she took a burst of bullets in a line up her torso and fell flat on her back.
Laura screamed, "Hold them!" but the Willows pressed on, their numbers overwhelming. One by one, Laura's girls fell. Jojo, bloodied, whispered, "We can't hold them."
"Then we die fighting," Laura said. "For Phoenara!"
Thousands of years later, the war between the Sword Maidens and the Blue Swans has spread across the galaxy, claiming billions of lives. Despite technological advancements, their traditional crimson and black, and azure costumes persist, both sides embracing traditions of their ancestors.
Inside a massive space station, the echoes of gunfire are deafening. The Sword Maidens, rifles in hand, engage their enemies with desperate ferocity. Their costumes, exposing bare midriffs, mean they are as fragile vulnerable as their ancestors. The Blue Swans advance with ruthless precision, the casualties are staggering on both sides.
Bullets tear through flesh and ricochet off walls. The air is thick with smoke and the stench of blood. Bodies pile up, and the screams of the dying fill the corridors. Amid the carnage, a Sword Maiden and a Blue Swan lock eyes, their ancient hatred etched in their faces, each firing as their battle sisters fall around them. The station trembles under the relentless slaughter. The war rages on, an eternal, intense and brutal conflict.
Inside a massive space station, the echoes of gunfire are deafening. The Sword Maidens, rifles in hand, engage their enemies with desperate ferocity. Their costumes, exposing bare midriffs, mean they are as fragile vulnerable as their ancestors. The Blue Swans advance with ruthless precision, the casualties are staggering on both sides.
Bullets tear through flesh and ricochet off walls. The air is thick with smoke and the stench of blood. Bodies pile up, and the screams of the dying fill the corridors. Amid the carnage, a Sword Maiden and a Blue Swan lock eyes, their ancient hatred etched in their faces, each firing as their battle sisters fall around them. The station trembles under the relentless slaughter. The war rages on, an eternal, intense and brutal conflict.
As the strike unit rolled through the commercial sector of the city, resistance intensified, and casualties mounted. Running alongside the lead tank, Laura winced as yet another bullet whizzed past her ear, narrowly missing her. The agonized cry of one of her troopers filled her ears as they fell, mortally wounded. “That was close… Tenth time on this street alone!” she thought, returning fire with the others. Their numbers dwindled, but still, they fought on.
Approaching a junction, they heard the unmistakable roar of a rebel IFV. It rounded the corner, its .50 cal raking the unit. Bullets cut down troopers to the left and right of Laura, but she remained untouched. Suddenly, an explosion rocked the street, and the turret of the IFV soared skyward. Looking back, she saw the smoking barrel of the lead tank aimed in their direction as it advanced. “About time…” she muttered, realizing she was the only trooper left alive in a sea of bodies. For a moment, her mind drifted back to her grandmother in old Dublin, remembering the times spent on her knee in Baldoyle, where she was told she’d always be watched over. Laura wondered if it was her grandmother's spirit keeping her alive today.
As the next squad moved up, Laura recognized her old training buddies alongside her. Rose ran ahead with Esther, heading for the destroyed IFV, while Mara followed behind, scanning the rooftops. As they reached the corner, they came under fire again. Laura saw blood erupt from the bodies of Rose and Esther in front of her, their tight bodysuits offering no protection against the bullets. Dropping to her knees, she aimed her weapon at one of the rebels, hearing two sickening thuds as Mara was hit in the chest. Once again, Laura was the last one standing.
Looking left and pulling the trigger as bullets whizzed past, she was rewarded with a scream from her rebel target, who stumbled sideways before collapsing. “Gotcha, bitch! The luck of the Irish is definitely on my side today…”
Approaching a junction, they heard the unmistakable roar of a rebel IFV. It rounded the corner, its .50 cal raking the unit. Bullets cut down troopers to the left and right of Laura, but she remained untouched. Suddenly, an explosion rocked the street, and the turret of the IFV soared skyward. Looking back, she saw the smoking barrel of the lead tank aimed in their direction as it advanced. “About time…” she muttered, realizing she was the only trooper left alive in a sea of bodies. For a moment, her mind drifted back to her grandmother in old Dublin, remembering the times spent on her knee in Baldoyle, where she was told she’d always be watched over. Laura wondered if it was her grandmother's spirit keeping her alive today.
As the next squad moved up, Laura recognized her old training buddies alongside her. Rose ran ahead with Esther, heading for the destroyed IFV, while Mara followed behind, scanning the rooftops. As they reached the corner, they came under fire again. Laura saw blood erupt from the bodies of Rose and Esther in front of her, their tight bodysuits offering no protection against the bullets. Dropping to her knees, she aimed her weapon at one of the rebels, hearing two sickening thuds as Mara was hit in the chest. Once again, Laura was the last one standing.
Looking left and pulling the trigger as bullets whizzed past, she was rewarded with a scream from her rebel target, who stumbled sideways before collapsing. “Gotcha, bitch! The luck of the Irish is definitely on my side today…”
Aura's heartbeat thrummed in her ears as she finished planting the last explosive. The clock was ticking, each second a countdown to destruction. She moved swiftly, fingers dancing over wires, when the creak of a floor grate caught her attention. Spinning around, she barely had time to react as an engineer lunged at her, knife gleaming in the corridor lights.
He was on her in an instant, their bodies crashing to the cold, concrete floor, her infiltration suit splitting down the zip, exposing her fragile skin beneath. Aura fought back, but he was strong, his legs pinning hers down as he straddled her. His right hand clamped onto her left shoulder, his grip ironclad. The knife in his left hand hovered menacingly above her exposed and vulnerable belly, a silent threat of impending doom.
Adrenaline surged through Aura’s veins, sharpening her senses. She twisted her body, trying to unbalance him, but he held firm, his glare intense and unwavering. His breath was hot and heavy, mingling with the acrid scent of oil and sweat. The knife edged closer, and Aura felt the prick of the blade against her skin.
Glancing at the explosives and realising the limited time to save the base, with a swift motion, the engineer plunged the knife into her belly, she screamed as the blade sank into her flesh up to the hilt, the rage in his face obvious. As she looked backwards helplessly, he withdrew the blade and she felt the razor sharp blade as he slashed her throat, blood flowed from her throat and she gargled, he couldn’t tell what she was saying, but at this point he didn’t care.
Sat atop of Aura, the engineer glanced at the timer on the explosives, and with no time to waste, he charged towards them, radioing to command for help, as Aura’s form lay motionless in a growing pool of her own blood.
He was on her in an instant, their bodies crashing to the cold, concrete floor, her infiltration suit splitting down the zip, exposing her fragile skin beneath. Aura fought back, but he was strong, his legs pinning hers down as he straddled her. His right hand clamped onto her left shoulder, his grip ironclad. The knife in his left hand hovered menacingly above her exposed and vulnerable belly, a silent threat of impending doom.
Adrenaline surged through Aura’s veins, sharpening her senses. She twisted her body, trying to unbalance him, but he held firm, his glare intense and unwavering. His breath was hot and heavy, mingling with the acrid scent of oil and sweat. The knife edged closer, and Aura felt the prick of the blade against her skin.
Glancing at the explosives and realising the limited time to save the base, with a swift motion, the engineer plunged the knife into her belly, she screamed as the blade sank into her flesh up to the hilt, the rage in his face obvious. As she looked backwards helplessly, he withdrew the blade and she felt the razor sharp blade as he slashed her throat, blood flowed from her throat and she gargled, he couldn’t tell what she was saying, but at this point he didn’t care.
Sat atop of Aura, the engineer glanced at the timer on the explosives, and with no time to waste, he charged towards them, radioing to command for help, as Aura’s form lay motionless in a growing pool of her own blood.
As the BFC force moved towards the main body of the base a lone CPD unit, Carina, oblivious to their presence, rounded the corner. On point, Theresa fired a single shot into the Unit's chest and she stumbled sideways and fell against the corridor wall. The BFC units heard the comms intercept crackle into their earpieces.
"92453, status? Did you accidentally hit the trigger and shoot the floor... Again?"
Theresa crouched low next to the fallen body of the CPD unit and reached to check for signs of life. She was not a direct threat, but it would be better to make sure she couldn't tell her Mistress what was coming....
Feeling no signs of life and realising the unit had been properly eliminated, she followed the rest of the BFC force.
"92453, status? Did you accidentally hit the trigger and shoot the floor... Again?"
Theresa crouched low next to the fallen body of the CPD unit and reached to check for signs of life. She was not a direct threat, but it would be better to make sure she couldn't tell her Mistress what was coming....
Feeling no signs of life and realising the unit had been properly eliminated, she followed the rest of the BFC force.
Following the onset of the War of Brothers and Sisters, and having seemingly quelled a military coup during the Ano-Willow War, the militaristic planet of Ceracen did not hesitate to pledge allegiance to the Ordinance as soon as war broke out. As fighting in the now devastated capital city drew towards a crescendo, CAS Willow forces are engaged with Ceracen government forces amidst the remnants of a deserted marketplace in support of their main effort through the city.
Command's orders were simple, advance down the market street of the old town and establish a new base of fire to support forces advancing on the civic temple. Coalition Field Commander Rose gulped, the old streets of the market, once adorned with stone arches and tented stalls, were now a rubble strewn strip that, whilst apparently lightly defended with only a small Ceracen force, was awash at the far end with places to hide and allowed little tactical room for subtlety or flanking.
Moving out, she led the Willows of Rose Company down the street, the sounds of dozens hundreds of pairs of feet pounding filled the air, the Willows were genetically modified and trained from birth to be calm but, as a natural born, Rose struggled to keep her head in the fight and her fear under control. For a few hundred metres, nothing, then the Willows started taking fire from a small unit of Ceracen soldiers that had erected a sandbag position, one Willow taking a shot to the abdomen and falling forward with a small cry. Immediately, the others returned fire, catching one of the Ceracen's in the upper chest, spinning her round as her black ponytail flew, falling with her back to the Willows, her lung pierced. The weight of fire panicked the other two, one, who had been shouting obscene taunts, leapt to her feet to try spray the Willows, before taking two to the upper abdomen and falling sideways onto the top of the sandbags, the other started to move back, it was only a few steps before she too took a shot to the left of her chest and fell away from the sandbags, reaching out as if to signal waiting support.
"That was too easy..." she thought, as Rose Company reached the fighting position. Suddenly, fire erupted from unseen positions, the Willow in front of Rose taking one to the belly. The sound was a sickening, a dull thud followed by a muffled cry of pain, the Willow uniform that both she and the Willows wore, provided no resistance to the bullet's passage. The dying Willow spun and fell backwards, landing on an abandoned sandbag. Rose and the Willow to her left dropped to their knees, there was little cover beyond this point so getting low was the only option, Rose opened fire on where the shots seemed to be coming from. Instinctively, Rose placed her left hand on the wound of the motionless Willow beside her and attempted to stem the blood flow, Willows were viewed by CAS High Command as expendable, but these were girls she had trained with for months, years in some cases, she cared deeply for them all, clone or not.
As Rose fired, the others continued to move up, a Willow to her right screamed as two shots to the chest sent her flying backwards. The volume of fire intensified, but Rose knew that they had to push on, high casualty mass assaults straight into the guns of the enemy were a Willow Company's bread and butter. This was about to become another one...
Command's orders were simple, advance down the market street of the old town and establish a new base of fire to support forces advancing on the civic temple. Coalition Field Commander Rose gulped, the old streets of the market, once adorned with stone arches and tented stalls, were now a rubble strewn strip that, whilst apparently lightly defended with only a small Ceracen force, was awash at the far end with places to hide and allowed little tactical room for subtlety or flanking.
Moving out, she led the Willows of Rose Company down the street, the sounds of dozens hundreds of pairs of feet pounding filled the air, the Willows were genetically modified and trained from birth to be calm but, as a natural born, Rose struggled to keep her head in the fight and her fear under control. For a few hundred metres, nothing, then the Willows started taking fire from a small unit of Ceracen soldiers that had erected a sandbag position, one Willow taking a shot to the abdomen and falling forward with a small cry. Immediately, the others returned fire, catching one of the Ceracen's in the upper chest, spinning her round as her black ponytail flew, falling with her back to the Willows, her lung pierced. The weight of fire panicked the other two, one, who had been shouting obscene taunts, leapt to her feet to try spray the Willows, before taking two to the upper abdomen and falling sideways onto the top of the sandbags, the other started to move back, it was only a few steps before she too took a shot to the left of her chest and fell away from the sandbags, reaching out as if to signal waiting support.
"That was too easy..." she thought, as Rose Company reached the fighting position. Suddenly, fire erupted from unseen positions, the Willow in front of Rose taking one to the belly. The sound was a sickening, a dull thud followed by a muffled cry of pain, the Willow uniform that both she and the Willows wore, provided no resistance to the bullet's passage. The dying Willow spun and fell backwards, landing on an abandoned sandbag. Rose and the Willow to her left dropped to their knees, there was little cover beyond this point so getting low was the only option, Rose opened fire on where the shots seemed to be coming from. Instinctively, Rose placed her left hand on the wound of the motionless Willow beside her and attempted to stem the blood flow, Willows were viewed by CAS High Command as expendable, but these were girls she had trained with for months, years in some cases, she cared deeply for them all, clone or not.
As Rose fired, the others continued to move up, a Willow to her right screamed as two shots to the chest sent her flying backwards. The volume of fire intensified, but Rose knew that they had to push on, high casualty mass assaults straight into the guns of the enemy were a Willow Company's bread and butter. This was about to become another one...
In the bustling hangar of the Imperial Star Destroyer Eternal Vengeance, Rose and Aura were on a routine patrol. The clatter of maintenance droids and the hum of engines provided a constant backdrop as they moved among the parked TIE fighters. Suddenly, Aura halted and turned to Rose, her eyes filled with urgency.
"Rose, look over there," Aura said, pointing towards a cluster of figures approaching. Rose followed Aura's pointing finger, her hand instinctively moving to her blaster, as she saw the figures, she realised that it was the senator and his delegation, all expensively dressed and disembarking from the shuttle.
"Holy Sith! Next time don't make me jump like that, I nearly blasted the Senator, do you WANT to get us killed?"
Rose stared at Aura, if looks could kill...
"Rose, look over there," Aura said, pointing towards a cluster of figures approaching. Rose followed Aura's pointing finger, her hand instinctively moving to her blaster, as she saw the figures, she realised that it was the senator and his delegation, all expensively dressed and disembarking from the shuttle.
"Holy Sith! Next time don't make me jump like that, I nearly blasted the Senator, do you WANT to get us killed?"
Rose stared at Aura, if looks could kill...
As the small BFC squad watched, the CPD units filtered out to take up ambush positions to strike the approaching convoy. From their position high above on the roof of the building across the street, Laura radioed to tell Mistress Jojo that the intel was right, their instructions came to punish these CPD wreckers. Laura glanced down at the traffic on the street far below and gulped, there was enough space on this roof to hide and observe, the small team of her, Rose and Aura had managed to stay undetected, but there was no cover when they took up firing positions, and int was a long way down…
Opening fire, their shots ravaged the massing vulnerable CPD units, their sleek red uniforms providing neither protection nor concealment, pierced red bodies started to pile up on the roof, a few unlucky units fell towards the traffic below. As they started to return fire, Laura spotted their Mistress and pointed “There’s the bitch..!”.
Enjoying herself, Rose stood up to better appreciate the scene unfolding, her senses tingled with a feeling of power and invincibility. This was short lived as a burst of fire rose up her torso, she recoiled and started to turn, her gun falling from her hand, before pirouetting gracefully the edge of the roof, Aura gasping at the sight as she passed close by. Realising that they were exposed and this fight was no longer one side, Aura felt her stomach turn as she realised they were as exposed as the CPD units they were shredding, how much longer did she have?
Laura looked in shock at Rose, she didn’t have more than a moment to consider that they were in trouble before another burst took her out, walking violently up her belly and chest. She too fell towards the edge, head first towards the waiting traffic below.
Aura lasted only a few seconds more, firing a last burst into the CPD units below, she took three rounds to the chest from a well aimed volley. She flailed, her legs instinctively propelling her up, but she was too panicked to avoid meeting the same fate as Laura and Rose.
Mistress Jojo smiled, as she watched the three units fall via a drone camera, the CPD squad had been eliminated, the convoy would arrive with the Neon Dark, the sacrifice of a small handful of worthless units was something that would be forgotten in minutes, though she rather enjoyed the show…..
Opening fire, their shots ravaged the massing vulnerable CPD units, their sleek red uniforms providing neither protection nor concealment, pierced red bodies started to pile up on the roof, a few unlucky units fell towards the traffic below. As they started to return fire, Laura spotted their Mistress and pointed “There’s the bitch..!”.
Enjoying herself, Rose stood up to better appreciate the scene unfolding, her senses tingled with a feeling of power and invincibility. This was short lived as a burst of fire rose up her torso, she recoiled and started to turn, her gun falling from her hand, before pirouetting gracefully the edge of the roof, Aura gasping at the sight as she passed close by. Realising that they were exposed and this fight was no longer one side, Aura felt her stomach turn as she realised they were as exposed as the CPD units they were shredding, how much longer did she have?
Laura looked in shock at Rose, she didn’t have more than a moment to consider that they were in trouble before another burst took her out, walking violently up her belly and chest. She too fell towards the edge, head first towards the waiting traffic below.
Aura lasted only a few seconds more, firing a last burst into the CPD units below, she took three rounds to the chest from a well aimed volley. She flailed, her legs instinctively propelling her up, but she was too panicked to avoid meeting the same fate as Laura and Rose.
Mistress Jojo smiled, as she watched the three units fall via a drone camera, the CPD squad had been eliminated, the convoy would arrive with the Neon Dark, the sacrifice of a small handful of worthless units was something that would be forgotten in minutes, though she rather enjoyed the show…..
Their training complete, the Maidens filed out of the temple. The final initiation rituals had only lasted an hour or so, the Maidens dispersed to their duties. They were now recognised as battle ready, each of them held their newly presented sword. Some strutted confidently, but Aura :iconAurasynth: stared at the blade with wonder and a wave of mixed emotions came over her. Her family had been amongst the first to send most of their daughters to fight the Blue Swan threat, for generations they had fought and died in defence of their homeland.
Aura looked at the blade and realised that now it was her turn. These other Maidens, first generation Maidens from villages and towns across the land, didn't realise quite what a fate they had in store, she mused. They had grown up on stories of heroism, of victories won and tales told on the training field, they didn't have memories of those that had joined and never returned that she had.
Reminding herself that her forebears had faced this moment on their journey to defend their lands she would not fail and sully their memory. Aura sighed, resigning herself to her fate and allowed herself to smile a little as the Maidens around her joked, they would all be dead soon, there was no point in ruining what little time remained...
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Thousands of years later
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Natalie winced as the Willow behind her took a round to the belly and started to fall forwards. She would be ok, the training rounds stung, but they weren't fatal, a small dose of drugs would keep her asleep, but then it would be time for debrief.
It had been two years since the CAS delegation on Oracion in search of a perfect soldier as a counter to the Anolyth invasion. As a member of the Planetary Guard Special Operations Team, Natalie was in the first wave of screening, from which she had been chosen as the template for the "Willows". Days of tests, some in the lab, some in the field, had pushed her to her limits and nearly beyond, but she knew that she had to endure. She was a Clare after all, recipient of the Iron Swan for bravery, her family had been serving as far back as she could trace, no matter who was leading the people of Oracion, the Clare family were helping to protect them. Her great grandmother even told her stories of relatives serving the people as far back as the Sword Maidens thousands of years ago, "Aura" was the name she mentioned most in her stories. Though she couldn't prove it, she hoped it was true...
But now, here, with the first batch of Willows, her duty was to help train them to become effective soldiers like her. Whilst she could pass as a Willow and blend in during mock battles, It was always strange seeing herself "die" so many times up close. The training battles were all non lethal, but it did make her think about her own likely fate. Once they were set onto the Anolyths, there was no doubt that millions of them would die, such was the threat they faced. Every night, Natalie imagined herself dying over and over again, these skin-tight bodysuits provided no protection against the threats they faced, nothing could, it was just a question of bravery and numbers. No matter how vulnerable they each might feel, it didn't matter how many died, even if she was one of them, as long as the Anolyths were defeated.
Suddenly, the Willow to her left took a round and fell backwards dramatically, her body arched backwards as she fell, lifeless, to the ground. "Come on ladies, you can do better than this!" she roared as she fired her training pistol furiously, despite the tank behind them trying to drown out her voice.
This was going to be a long debrief....
Aura looked at the blade and realised that now it was her turn. These other Maidens, first generation Maidens from villages and towns across the land, didn't realise quite what a fate they had in store, she mused. They had grown up on stories of heroism, of victories won and tales told on the training field, they didn't have memories of those that had joined and never returned that she had.
Reminding herself that her forebears had faced this moment on their journey to defend their lands she would not fail and sully their memory. Aura sighed, resigning herself to her fate and allowed herself to smile a little as the Maidens around her joked, they would all be dead soon, there was no point in ruining what little time remained...
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Thousands of years later
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Natalie winced as the Willow behind her took a round to the belly and started to fall forwards. She would be ok, the training rounds stung, but they weren't fatal, a small dose of drugs would keep her asleep, but then it would be time for debrief.
It had been two years since the CAS delegation on Oracion in search of a perfect soldier as a counter to the Anolyth invasion. As a member of the Planetary Guard Special Operations Team, Natalie was in the first wave of screening, from which she had been chosen as the template for the "Willows". Days of tests, some in the lab, some in the field, had pushed her to her limits and nearly beyond, but she knew that she had to endure. She was a Clare after all, recipient of the Iron Swan for bravery, her family had been serving as far back as she could trace, no matter who was leading the people of Oracion, the Clare family were helping to protect them. Her great grandmother even told her stories of relatives serving the people as far back as the Sword Maidens thousands of years ago, "Aura" was the name she mentioned most in her stories. Though she couldn't prove it, she hoped it was true...
But now, here, with the first batch of Willows, her duty was to help train them to become effective soldiers like her. Whilst she could pass as a Willow and blend in during mock battles, It was always strange seeing herself "die" so many times up close. The training battles were all non lethal, but it did make her think about her own likely fate. Once they were set onto the Anolyths, there was no doubt that millions of them would die, such was the threat they faced. Every night, Natalie imagined herself dying over and over again, these skin-tight bodysuits provided no protection against the threats they faced, nothing could, it was just a question of bravery and numbers. No matter how vulnerable they each might feel, it didn't matter how many died, even if she was one of them, as long as the Anolyths were defeated.
Suddenly, the Willow to her left took a round and fell backwards dramatically, her body arched backwards as she fell, lifeless, to the ground. "Come on ladies, you can do better than this!" she roared as she fired her training pistol furiously, despite the tank behind them trying to drown out her voice.
This was going to be a long debrief....
What do you get a girl that has everything? Her own mech of course...
Giving a henchgirl with questionable aim and trigger discipline a heavily armed mech for her birthday, what's the worst that could happen?
Giving a henchgirl with questionable aim and trigger discipline a heavily armed mech for her birthday, what's the worst that could happen?
BFC units were rarely as cooperative, lining up to get taken down quietly... Was it incompetence or did they just want to be expended? Mara and Esther didn't care.
With one unit leaning on the side of the stairway, one unit collapsed on the floor, both silenced by Esther's knife it was time for the double. Esther went, knife drawn, for the unit on the left, Mara aimed for the Mistress on the right. Time for some fun...
With one unit leaning on the side of the stairway, one unit collapsed on the floor, both silenced by Esther's knife it was time for the double. Esther went, knife drawn, for the unit on the left, Mara aimed for the Mistress on the right. Time for some fun...
In the outer reaches of the Helix Nebula, a space station spun silently against the cosmic ballet of stars and nebulae. Laura, the lone guard of this remote outpost, patrolled the cold, metallic corridors. Her skin-tight red bodysuit stood in stark contrast to the station's white and purple lighting. Blaster drawn, she moved with the silence of space itself, alert for any sign of intrusion.
As she responded to an alarm, Laura thought she was the hunter, creeping up on her unseen foe through the labyrinth of the station. She rounded a corner, blaster leading the way, her heart a steady drum in her chest. Every shadow could be an enemy, every noise a potential attack.
Unbeknownst to Laura, the predator was already behind her prey. Jojo, clad in a suit as black as her heart, moved with a grace that belied her deadly intentions. Silent as the vacuum outside, she closed the distance between herself and Laura.
As Laura checked another empty corridor, her back exposed, Jojo readied her strike. Her eyes narrowed, focusing on her target. The moment hung suspended, like a star on the brink of supernova. Laura, oblivious to the danger, turned—
As she responded to an alarm, Laura thought she was the hunter, creeping up on her unseen foe through the labyrinth of the station. She rounded a corner, blaster leading the way, her heart a steady drum in her chest. Every shadow could be an enemy, every noise a potential attack.
Unbeknownst to Laura, the predator was already behind her prey. Jojo, clad in a suit as black as her heart, moved with a grace that belied her deadly intentions. Silent as the vacuum outside, she closed the distance between herself and Laura.
As Laura checked another empty corridor, her back exposed, Jojo readied her strike. Her eyes narrowed, focusing on her target. The moment hung suspended, like a star on the brink of supernova. Laura, oblivious to the danger, turned—
Rose, stood alone on a balcony overlooking Naboo's capital. The city, with its serene waterways and grand palaces, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, seemed almost peaceful, a stark contrast to the turmoil within Rose's heart. Clutching the rough stone wall at the balcony's edge, she searched the skies with a mix of anticipation and dread.
The reason for her vigil was the SSR, a sleek Imperial transport that was now a mere speck against the vast canvas of the twilight sky but growing steadily larger. It carried within it her lover, a fellow Stormtrooper, one amongst millions, even as the ship drew closer, she wondered whether he had survived the mission, but she had hope....
The transport's approach was a silent fanfare, heralding a reunion that would be all too brief and bittersweet. Rose imagined the stolen glances, the soft words exchanged in secrecy, the warmth of a touch that had to last her until their next fleeting encounter. It was a testament to the strength of their bond that, even in the face of such adversity, their feelings remained unshaken.
The reason for her vigil was the SSR, a sleek Imperial transport that was now a mere speck against the vast canvas of the twilight sky but growing steadily larger. It carried within it her lover, a fellow Stormtrooper, one amongst millions, even as the ship drew closer, she wondered whether he had survived the mission, but she had hope....
The transport's approach was a silent fanfare, heralding a reunion that would be all too brief and bittersweet. Rose imagined the stolen glances, the soft words exchanged in secrecy, the warmth of a touch that had to last her until their next fleeting encounter. It was a testament to the strength of their bond that, even in the face of such adversity, their feelings remained unshaken.
Theresa stood by the window, her dress a stark contrast to the gloomy interior. Sunlight filtered through the metal slats, casting shadows across the room. Her left hand gripped a large calibre pistol, while her right fingertips rested on the cold metal blinds. Outside, Shadowhaven buzzed with activity. Theresa's gaze darted between the neon lights, searching for her target. Suddenly, movement caught her eye—a figure weaving through the labyrinthine streets below.
Her heart raced as she took aim, her resolve unshakable. With a steady hand, she squeezed the trigger, gunfire piercing the night.
In that fleeting moment, Theresa was more than a spy—she was a hunter. And as the echoes of gunfire faded, her target lay in the street, no one dared to come to assist and life returned to it's usual routine around them.
Her heart raced as she took aim, her resolve unshakable. With a steady hand, she squeezed the trigger, gunfire piercing the night.
In that fleeting moment, Theresa was more than a spy—she was a hunter. And as the echoes of gunfire faded, her target lay in the street, no one dared to come to assist and life returned to it's usual routine around them.
Perched on the window frame, high in the towering hab-block, Laura's mind raced as she surveyed the sprawling city below. The neon lights flickered like stars in the urban cosmos, illuminating her face with an ethereal glow. In her hand, the weight of her smoking pistol felt reassuring, a familiar presence that whispered promises of power and control. By her side, the body of her latest mark lay on the floor in a growing pool of blood.
Dressed in a provocative ensemble of a corset and suspenders, Laura's pulse quickened as she ran through what had just happened and what lay ahead. As she leaned back against the window, her imagination took flight. With each passing moment, the adrenaline surged through her veins, igniting a fire that burned with relentless intensity.
In her mind's eye, she saw how the scene had unfolded with vivid clarity—the target, unsuspecting and vulnerable, ensnared in the web of her allure. Her pistol became an extension of her will, a tool she wielded with lethal precision as she danced her way into her target's trust.
The anticipation was intoxicating, a heady rush that sent shivers down her spine. She recalled the thrill of the chase, the exhilaration of the hunt as she closed in on her prey. In her element, she was unstoppable, a force of nature unleashed upon an unsuspecting world.
With a wicked grin, Laura played out the kill in her mind. She revelled in the chaos, her target's eyes wide as they realised that Laura was the angel of death incarnate. This was what she lived for—the adrenaline, the danger, the exquisite ecstasy of the kill.
As she lingered on the precipice of the night, a sense of euphoria washed over her, drowning out the noise of the world below. In that moment, she was invincible, a goddess of destruction poised to unleash her wrath upon the unsuspecting masses.
Dressed in a provocative ensemble of a corset and suspenders, Laura's pulse quickened as she ran through what had just happened and what lay ahead. As she leaned back against the window, her imagination took flight. With each passing moment, the adrenaline surged through her veins, igniting a fire that burned with relentless intensity.
In her mind's eye, she saw how the scene had unfolded with vivid clarity—the target, unsuspecting and vulnerable, ensnared in the web of her allure. Her pistol became an extension of her will, a tool she wielded with lethal precision as she danced her way into her target's trust.
The anticipation was intoxicating, a heady rush that sent shivers down her spine. She recalled the thrill of the chase, the exhilaration of the hunt as she closed in on her prey. In her element, she was unstoppable, a force of nature unleashed upon an unsuspecting world.
With a wicked grin, Laura played out the kill in her mind. She revelled in the chaos, her target's eyes wide as they realised that Laura was the angel of death incarnate. This was what she lived for—the adrenaline, the danger, the exquisite ecstasy of the kill.
As she lingered on the precipice of the night, a sense of euphoria washed over her, drowning out the noise of the world below. In that moment, she was invincible, a goddess of destruction poised to unleash her wrath upon the unsuspecting masses.
Mistress Jojo, an imposing presence amidst the chaos, led her squad of loyal BFC units into the heart of the fray. Her determination was palpable, her resolve unyielding as they fought their way across the rooftop of the enemy stronghold, the noise of the dropship leaving only equalled by the gunfire.
Ahead of Jojo, Mara, a once-trusted unit, now served as a mere shield against the relentless onslaught. With callous precision, Jojo pushed Mara forward, using her as a barrier against the deadly rain of bullets. Mara's eyes betrayed a mixture of fear and betrayal, her fate sealed by the cold calculus of the Mistress' mind.
Beside Jojo, Irina, Laura, and Esther moved with practiced efficiency, their unwavering loyalty driving them forwards. With weapons drawn and hearts steeled, they pressed forward, a unified front against the looming threat of the CPD forces.
As they rounded a corner, the air erupted with the deafening roar of gunfire. CPD units, entrenched and prepared, unleashed a barrage of bullets upon Jojo and her advancing squad. The rooftop became a maelstrom of chaos, the walls echoing with the metallic clang of impact.
Mara, caught in the crossfire, bore the brunt of the assault, her body convulsing as bullets tore through her flesh. Jojo, unmoved by the sacrifice, pressed on, her gaze fixed on the enemy ahead. For her, victory eclipsed all else, even the lives of her own units.
Irina, Laura, and Esther fought valiantly at Jojo's side, their resolve unshaken by the harrowing onslaught. With every step, they closed the distance, their weapons blazing with righteous fury. Each bullet fired was a testament to their unwavering commitment to the cause they served without question.
Ahead of Jojo, Mara, a once-trusted unit, now served as a mere shield against the relentless onslaught. With callous precision, Jojo pushed Mara forward, using her as a barrier against the deadly rain of bullets. Mara's eyes betrayed a mixture of fear and betrayal, her fate sealed by the cold calculus of the Mistress' mind.
Beside Jojo, Irina, Laura, and Esther moved with practiced efficiency, their unwavering loyalty driving them forwards. With weapons drawn and hearts steeled, they pressed forward, a unified front against the looming threat of the CPD forces.
As they rounded a corner, the air erupted with the deafening roar of gunfire. CPD units, entrenched and prepared, unleashed a barrage of bullets upon Jojo and her advancing squad. The rooftop became a maelstrom of chaos, the walls echoing with the metallic clang of impact.
Mara, caught in the crossfire, bore the brunt of the assault, her body convulsing as bullets tore through her flesh. Jojo, unmoved by the sacrifice, pressed on, her gaze fixed on the enemy ahead. For her, victory eclipsed all else, even the lives of her own units.
Irina, Laura, and Esther fought valiantly at Jojo's side, their resolve unshaken by the harrowing onslaught. With every step, they closed the distance, their weapons blazing with righteous fury. Each bullet fired was a testament to their unwavering commitment to the cause they served without question.
In the city's landing bay, the duel between Sith Lord Hanna and Jedi Master SSR reached a fevered pitch. The hum and clash of lightsabers reverberated through the urban expanse, punctuated by the distant roar of starships taking flight. Hanna's every movement was a calculated dance, her crimson blade sliced through the air with lethal precision, meeting each of SSR's strikes head-on.
Then, in a moment of calculated surprise borne of desperation, SSR disengaged momentarily, before leaping acrobatically from a set of railings with the grace of a predator. His blue lightsaber arced above his head, ready to deliver a lethal blow. Hanna, momentarily caught off guard, swiftly adapted, her instincts propelling her into a defensive stance.
As SSR descended with the force of a descending storm, Hanna's muscles tensed. In a swift and fluid motion, she swung her crimson blade to intercept SSR with a strike aimed at his chest.
Moments later, the blade pierced his chest...
Then, in a moment of calculated surprise borne of desperation, SSR disengaged momentarily, before leaping acrobatically from a set of railings with the grace of a predator. His blue lightsaber arced above his head, ready to deliver a lethal blow. Hanna, momentarily caught off guard, swiftly adapted, her instincts propelling her into a defensive stance.
As SSR descended with the force of a descending storm, Hanna's muscles tensed. In a swift and fluid motion, she swung her crimson blade to intercept SSR with a strike aimed at his chest.
Moments later, the blade pierced his chest...
A CPD Mistress, clad in sleek, red-hued attire, glided through the industrial core of the BFC base. Shadows embraced her every move, as she pursued a clandestine mission to weaken BFC resupply. The air hummed with the low hum of machinery, and the walls seemed to pulsate with corporate energy.
As she ventured deeper, a soft whirr caught her attention. A BFC Unit emerged from the metallic labyrinth—a young Asian girl with a determined gaze, her hair pulled into a ponytail that echoed the severity of her duty. Clutching a deadly firearm in her right hand, she followed a meticulous patrol route, unaware of the silent infiltrator in her midst.
The Mistress paused, hidden in the gloom, observing the rhythmic movements of the BFC Unit, her target was just past the end of the Unit's patrol route, there was no other way round. Her silence was charged with tension as the Unit reached the end of her patrol, glancing to her left, away from the lurking Mistress. Seizing the opportune moment, the Mistress extracted a gleaming blade from it's sheath, its cold surface catching the sterile glow of the surroundings.
The metallic echoes of the base masked the approach as the Mistress closed the distance. Her heart beat faster, readying her for the impending violence. The Unit remained oblivious, the hum of machinery muffling any hint of the Mistress's presence.
The Unit, still looking away, never perceived the impending danger in the darkness that lurked behind her and that would soon take her life.
As she ventured deeper, a soft whirr caught her attention. A BFC Unit emerged from the metallic labyrinth—a young Asian girl with a determined gaze, her hair pulled into a ponytail that echoed the severity of her duty. Clutching a deadly firearm in her right hand, she followed a meticulous patrol route, unaware of the silent infiltrator in her midst.
The Mistress paused, hidden in the gloom, observing the rhythmic movements of the BFC Unit, her target was just past the end of the Unit's patrol route, there was no other way round. Her silence was charged with tension as the Unit reached the end of her patrol, glancing to her left, away from the lurking Mistress. Seizing the opportune moment, the Mistress extracted a gleaming blade from it's sheath, its cold surface catching the sterile glow of the surroundings.
The metallic echoes of the base masked the approach as the Mistress closed the distance. Her heart beat faster, readying her for the impending violence. The Unit remained oblivious, the hum of machinery muffling any hint of the Mistress's presence.
The Unit, still looking away, never perceived the impending danger in the darkness that lurked behind her and that would soon take her life.
The dense foliage of Endor's lush forest filtered the morning sunlight, casting a dappled pattern on the forest floor. A small patrol of Imperial Scout Troopers navigated through the towering trees, their speeder bikes humming softly as they moved in search of Rebel activity. The troopers, clad in their white and black armour, had been on the lookout for signs of the enemy.
In a small clearing, the patrol came to a temporary halt. Dismounting their speeder bikes, the troopers took off their helmets, ignoring the strict Imperial regulations against such actions. The air on Endor was refreshing, and the sounds of chirping creatures filled the atmosphere. The troopers exchanged glances, appreciating the brief respite.
Sitting on their speeder bikes, Rose and Laura engaged in a quiet conversation, their voices barely audible over the distant hum of the forest. Irina and Iva huddled behind Laura's bike, discussing the latest intelligence reports. Carina, on the other hand, was captivated by the exotic plants surrounding them. She studied the vibrant colors and intricate patterns, momentarily forgetting the nature of their mission.
As the troopers relaxed in the tranquility of the clearing, a sudden burst of static erupted from their comms. The voice of their commanding officer crackled through, breaking the peaceful atmosphere.
"Attention patrol, this is Command. Rebel forces are launching an attack on the shield generator base. Immediate assistance required. Return to base at once!"
The troopers sprang into action, urgency replacing the calm atmosphere. Helmets were hastily secured back on their heads, and speeder bikes roared to life. The serene clearing was instantly transformed into a scene of purposeful activity.
Without hesitation, the troopers sped away through the forest, weaving between trees as they headed back to the shield generator base. The once-relaxed atmosphere was replaced by a sense of duty and determination. The Imperial Scout Troopers raced against time, their speeder bikes creating a dynamic symphony in the otherwise quiet forest.
In a small clearing, the patrol came to a temporary halt. Dismounting their speeder bikes, the troopers took off their helmets, ignoring the strict Imperial regulations against such actions. The air on Endor was refreshing, and the sounds of chirping creatures filled the atmosphere. The troopers exchanged glances, appreciating the brief respite.
Sitting on their speeder bikes, Rose and Laura engaged in a quiet conversation, their voices barely audible over the distant hum of the forest. Irina and Iva huddled behind Laura's bike, discussing the latest intelligence reports. Carina, on the other hand, was captivated by the exotic plants surrounding them. She studied the vibrant colors and intricate patterns, momentarily forgetting the nature of their mission.
As the troopers relaxed in the tranquility of the clearing, a sudden burst of static erupted from their comms. The voice of their commanding officer crackled through, breaking the peaceful atmosphere.
"Attention patrol, this is Command. Rebel forces are launching an attack on the shield generator base. Immediate assistance required. Return to base at once!"
The troopers sprang into action, urgency replacing the calm atmosphere. Helmets were hastily secured back on their heads, and speeder bikes roared to life. The serene clearing was instantly transformed into a scene of purposeful activity.
Without hesitation, the troopers sped away through the forest, weaving between trees as they headed back to the shield generator base. The once-relaxed atmosphere was replaced by a sense of duty and determination. The Imperial Scout Troopers raced against time, their speeder bikes creating a dynamic symphony in the otherwise quiet forest.
The sun hung low in the rad-poisoned sky as Rose and I rumbled through the wasteland in our battered truck. The desolation stretched for miles, a testament to the last war that had turned the world into an irradiated hellscape. Fifty years had passed since the world had turned to hell, I had only heard stories of the before times, when the world wasn't nothing but a barren desert of despair.
Our destination was Alpha outpost, a flickering beacon on the horizon promising the possibility of survival. We hoped to trade the scrap metal we'd salvaged for precious resources – food and RadPacks, a lifeline in this unforgiving wasteland. The afternoon wore on, and we pressed forward, the truck's engine groaning against the relentless wind.
Suddenly, a metallic clank echoed beneath us, and the truck shuddered to a stop. I cursed under my breath as I steered us to the side of the desolate road. Rose and I exchanged glances, worry etched on her face. I popped the hood, revealing a mess of wires and worn-out components.
As I delved into the engine's innards, a figure emerged from the shadows. Jojo, a lone raider, clad in tattered garments that blended seamlessly with the desolate landscape. Her eyes gleamed with a feral intensity as she approached, a rusty knife in hand.
Before we could react, Jojo struck. In a flash, Rose's throat was slashed, and she crumpled to her knees by the truck, her life force draining onto the hot tarmac. I clenched my jaw, the taste of desperation flooding my senses.
"Where'd you find that scrap, wanderer?" Jojo sneered, her knife glinting in the harsh sunlight as she pushed me against the truck.
My mind raced, searching for a way out. "Just west of here," I replied cautiously, my hands raised in a futile gesture of surrender. "Near the old factory ruins."
Jojo's eyes narrowed, suspicion etched across her face. "You better not be lyin', or this blade will be the last thing you feel."
I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. "I swear, it's the truth. We stumbled upon it during one of our scavenging runs."
A tense silence lingered as Jojo assessed my sincerity. The wasteland had a way of stripping people down to their rawest instincts, survival at any cost. She glared at me for what felt like an eternity before realising she had everything I could give, I was now a mere distraction.
"Smart move," she grunted, the hint of a sinister grin playing on her lips. "Consider yourself lucky, wanderer. I've got what I need."
Relief washed over me, but the sight of Rose, bleeding and vulnerable, kept my emotions in check. Jojo pulled away, but rather than disappear into the wasteland, she thrust her blade into my chest. I screamed in pain and glanced at Rose as Jojo watched her prey, my world started to go dark, I fell against the truck, feeling Jojo's fingers on my skin as Rose fell from my view.
Jojo smiled as she admired her handiwork, less loose ends this way and this was kinda... fun... she mused with a smile.
Our destination was Alpha outpost, a flickering beacon on the horizon promising the possibility of survival. We hoped to trade the scrap metal we'd salvaged for precious resources – food and RadPacks, a lifeline in this unforgiving wasteland. The afternoon wore on, and we pressed forward, the truck's engine groaning against the relentless wind.
Suddenly, a metallic clank echoed beneath us, and the truck shuddered to a stop. I cursed under my breath as I steered us to the side of the desolate road. Rose and I exchanged glances, worry etched on her face. I popped the hood, revealing a mess of wires and worn-out components.
As I delved into the engine's innards, a figure emerged from the shadows. Jojo, a lone raider, clad in tattered garments that blended seamlessly with the desolate landscape. Her eyes gleamed with a feral intensity as she approached, a rusty knife in hand.
Before we could react, Jojo struck. In a flash, Rose's throat was slashed, and she crumpled to her knees by the truck, her life force draining onto the hot tarmac. I clenched my jaw, the taste of desperation flooding my senses.
"Where'd you find that scrap, wanderer?" Jojo sneered, her knife glinting in the harsh sunlight as she pushed me against the truck.
My mind raced, searching for a way out. "Just west of here," I replied cautiously, my hands raised in a futile gesture of surrender. "Near the old factory ruins."
Jojo's eyes narrowed, suspicion etched across her face. "You better not be lyin', or this blade will be the last thing you feel."
I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. "I swear, it's the truth. We stumbled upon it during one of our scavenging runs."
A tense silence lingered as Jojo assessed my sincerity. The wasteland had a way of stripping people down to their rawest instincts, survival at any cost. She glared at me for what felt like an eternity before realising she had everything I could give, I was now a mere distraction.
"Smart move," she grunted, the hint of a sinister grin playing on her lips. "Consider yourself lucky, wanderer. I've got what I need."
Relief washed over me, but the sight of Rose, bleeding and vulnerable, kept my emotions in check. Jojo pulled away, but rather than disappear into the wasteland, she thrust her blade into my chest. I screamed in pain and glanced at Rose as Jojo watched her prey, my world started to go dark, I fell against the truck, feeling Jojo's fingers on my skin as Rose fell from my view.
Jojo smiled as she admired her handiwork, less loose ends this way and this was kinda... fun... she mused with a smile.
Mistress Jojo, draped in her stark white bodysuit, led her BFC Units, an ominous sea of black-clad soldiers, with a merciless determination as they infiltrated the forsaken complex. The oppressive silence of the abandoned space hung thick in the air, broken only by the echoing footfalls of the soldiers against the debris-strewn floor. The remnants of the once-grand foyer surrounded them like the bones of a decaying giant.
As they reached the midpoint, an eerie stillness enveloped the air. Unbeknownst to Jojo and her black-clad Units, concealed CPD soldiers lay in ambush on the balcony above, their red bodysuits blending seamlessly with the shadows. The tranquillity was obliterated as a sudden barrage of gunfire erupted from the concealed CPD positions.
The CPD ambush was brutal and unrelenting. The air echoed with the cacophony of gunfire as the BFC Units, exposed in the open, were mowed down mercilessly. The once-still complex now reverberated with the anguished cries of the fallen, the black bodysuits of Jojo's soldiers stained crimson by the brutality of the assault.
Mistress Jojo, at the centre of the onslaught, fought ferociously against the unexpected barrage. Her expression, visible without a mask, shifted from determination to disbelief as bullets tore through the air. The black-clad BFC Units, famous for resilience, struggled to adapt to the sudden and overwhelming attack from above.
In the midst of the brutality, Mistress Jojo's black-clad soldiers fell around her. As bullets tore through the air, a cruel twist of fate saw her being expended in the heart of the firefight. The once-mighty leader crumpled against a lamp post, her life force extinguished in the relentless onslaught.
The balcony, now a deadly vantage point for the CPD, continued to rain down gunfire. Bullets tore through the air, and the abandoned complex transformed into a nightmarish battleground. The debris-strewn foyer became a hellish tableau of destruction, and the lifeless form of Mistress Jojo lay among her fallen black-clad Units, her expression etched in shock and pain, a poignant reminder of the cost of ambition in the relentless struggle for Neon Dark.
As they reached the midpoint, an eerie stillness enveloped the air. Unbeknownst to Jojo and her black-clad Units, concealed CPD soldiers lay in ambush on the balcony above, their red bodysuits blending seamlessly with the shadows. The tranquillity was obliterated as a sudden barrage of gunfire erupted from the concealed CPD positions.
The CPD ambush was brutal and unrelenting. The air echoed with the cacophony of gunfire as the BFC Units, exposed in the open, were mowed down mercilessly. The once-still complex now reverberated with the anguished cries of the fallen, the black bodysuits of Jojo's soldiers stained crimson by the brutality of the assault.
Mistress Jojo, at the centre of the onslaught, fought ferociously against the unexpected barrage. Her expression, visible without a mask, shifted from determination to disbelief as bullets tore through the air. The black-clad BFC Units, famous for resilience, struggled to adapt to the sudden and overwhelming attack from above.
In the midst of the brutality, Mistress Jojo's black-clad soldiers fell around her. As bullets tore through the air, a cruel twist of fate saw her being expended in the heart of the firefight. The once-mighty leader crumpled against a lamp post, her life force extinguished in the relentless onslaught.
The balcony, now a deadly vantage point for the CPD, continued to rain down gunfire. Bullets tore through the air, and the abandoned complex transformed into a nightmarish battleground. The debris-strewn foyer became a hellish tableau of destruction, and the lifeless form of Mistress Jojo lay among her fallen black-clad Units, her expression etched in shock and pain, a poignant reminder of the cost of ambition in the relentless struggle for Neon Dark.
My heart raced as we advanced down the dim, death-strewn corridor, a desolate wasteland of lifeless Stormtroopers. Their white armour, once pristine symbols of unwavering loyalty to the Empire, now lay crumpled and charred. The sight was a grim reminder of the relentless onslaught the rebels had unleashed in their desperate bid for survival. In this corridor, darkness had taken root, and the Empire's vaunted might had faltered.
The blasters fired with unrelenting fury, their echoes tearing through the cold, unforgiving metal walls. It was as if the very walls themselves were bearing witness to the brutality of this war, an unending testament to the lives that had been extinguished within these narrow confines. We were walking into an ambush, a trap of despair meticulously set by the rebels, who had grown merciless in their last stand.
The searing laser struck my armour, sending shockwaves of pain coursing through my body. I collapsed to the unforgiving floor, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the agony. The burn marks on my armour sizzled, each sizzle a haunting refrain of my vulnerability. Lying there, helpless and wounded, I felt a profound weight pressing down on me. The scene around me was one of chaos and carnage. My comrades fought valiantly, but my world started to darken.
The blasters fired with unrelenting fury, their echoes tearing through the cold, unforgiving metal walls. It was as if the very walls themselves were bearing witness to the brutality of this war, an unending testament to the lives that had been extinguished within these narrow confines. We were walking into an ambush, a trap of despair meticulously set by the rebels, who had grown merciless in their last stand.
The searing laser struck my armour, sending shockwaves of pain coursing through my body. I collapsed to the unforgiving floor, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the agony. The burn marks on my armour sizzled, each sizzle a haunting refrain of my vulnerability. Lying there, helpless and wounded, I felt a profound weight pressing down on me. The scene around me was one of chaos and carnage. My comrades fought valiantly, but my world started to darken.
Sith Lord Hanna's crimson lightsabre clashed with the brilliant blue blade of Jedi Master SSR in the bustling landing bay of the city. Daylight bathed the battlefield in an eerie glow, casting long shadows across the cold, metallic floor. Hanna's yellow eyes blazed with malevolence as she faced her formidable opponent. With astonishing speed, SSR maneuverered behind Hanna, his azure blade poised to strike. Hanna's instincts kicked in, and she reacted in the blink of an eye. She twirled her weapon over her head, intercepting SSR's incoming strike with a thunderous clash. The two adversaries locked in a fierce struggle, lightsabres crackling as they exerted their power. Hanna's arms strained under the relentless pressure as SSR pushed his blade closer. Sweat trickled down Hanna's face as she gritted her teeth, wondering how long she could hold him off. A bead of sweat sizzled as it dripped onto the superheated blade. Time stood still as the crowd of onlookers gasped in anticipation. Hanna knew that a single mistake could spell her doom, but if she moved, SSR would strike her down. The landing bay echoed with the hum of the lightsabres, and the fate of this epic duel hung in the balance.
"Galactic Empire Hotline, How May I Help You?" Irina's voice droned through her headset as she slouched in her swivel chair at the call center, her eyes fixated on the endless rows of identical cubicles. The fluorescent lights overhead emitted a constant, mind-numbing hum.
The caller's voice on the other end droned on about starship fuel regulations, and Irina's eyes glazed over as she recited the scripted responses. She had heard these issues a thousand times before, and it was hard to muster any enthusiasm.
To make matters worse, her right earpiece crackled with static. Without thinking, she pressed it harder against her ear, as if it would somehow infuse the call with excitement. Instead, it merely sharpened the monotony of the caller's drone.
Minutes stretched into an eternity as Irina pretended to be engaged, occasionally uttering phrases like, "I understand your concern" and "Please hold for further assistance." Her gaze wandered to a potted plant nearby, a futile attempt to find something interesting in the mundane.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the caller mumbled a half-hearted thank you and disconnected. Irina sighed in relief, massaging her temples. She yearned for the excitement of the Rebel Alliance, where every call wasn't a one-way ticket to the dullest corners of the galaxy.
The caller's voice on the other end droned on about starship fuel regulations, and Irina's eyes glazed over as she recited the scripted responses. She had heard these issues a thousand times before, and it was hard to muster any enthusiasm.
To make matters worse, her right earpiece crackled with static. Without thinking, she pressed it harder against her ear, as if it would somehow infuse the call with excitement. Instead, it merely sharpened the monotony of the caller's drone.
Minutes stretched into an eternity as Irina pretended to be engaged, occasionally uttering phrases like, "I understand your concern" and "Please hold for further assistance." Her gaze wandered to a potted plant nearby, a futile attempt to find something interesting in the mundane.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the caller mumbled a half-hearted thank you and disconnected. Irina sighed in relief, massaging her temples. She yearned for the excitement of the Rebel Alliance, where every call wasn't a one-way ticket to the dullest corners of the galaxy.
Rose stood guard in the dimly lit corridor of the research facility, her attention focused on the samples bay she was tasked to protect. The silence was broken only by the hum of machinery and the faint echo of distant footsteps along the facility's crumbling corridors.
Then, in the stillness, a sound reached Rose's ears – a slow, deliberate exhale, coming from behind her. Her instincts went on high alert, and she realized that someone was lurking just out of her vision. She heard a weapon cock.
Without turning her head, Rose's heart raced as she processed the danger. She knew that her life was at risk, but she couldn't make eye contact with the person behind her. She could only imagine the peril she was in, with Agent SSR's presence now known to her. How had she been so oblivious? She tried to peer round as far as she dare without moving her head, nothing...
Agent SSR's gun remained pointed at the back of Rose's head, his breathing a stark reminder of his proximity. The tension in the corridor was palpable, and Rose had to make a split-second decision that could determine her fate.
Scanning the corridor, SSR weighed his options. If he shot her, the guards would surely come running, but the non lethal options simply increased the chance of complications later. His finger tightened on the trigger...
Then, in the stillness, a sound reached Rose's ears – a slow, deliberate exhale, coming from behind her. Her instincts went on high alert, and she realized that someone was lurking just out of her vision. She heard a weapon cock.
Without turning her head, Rose's heart raced as she processed the danger. She knew that her life was at risk, but she couldn't make eye contact with the person behind her. She could only imagine the peril she was in, with Agent SSR's presence now known to her. How had she been so oblivious? She tried to peer round as far as she dare without moving her head, nothing...
Agent SSR's gun remained pointed at the back of Rose's head, his breathing a stark reminder of his proximity. The tension in the corridor was palpable, and Rose had to make a split-second decision that could determine her fate.
Scanning the corridor, SSR weighed his options. If he shot her, the guards would surely come running, but the non lethal options simply increased the chance of complications later. His finger tightened on the trigger...
The crowd roared, the nervous line of girls shuffled into the arena and lined up behind a row of knives on the floor. In contrast to the high tech stadium, the arena itself was scattered with debris, crates, vehicles and furniture, it gave the TV viewers interest and led to opportunities for more interesting fights.
"Interesting" wasn't on the mind of the girls, captives from the street gangs that roamed the city streets. Theresa and Carina held hands as the camera drones passed by them, they exchanged nervous glances, they had been lovers in the XinFeng Cobra gang, captured in a police raid. Their love had kept them sane during captivity, but now it was their punishment, only one girl would leave this arena alive. The TV viewing figures were always high for prisoner battles, the advertising dollars rolled in.
"Ready!" came the announcer's voice over the tannoy, the girls reached down to take their knives and dispersed into the arena. A row of snipers watched for any cheaters getting early kills, it wasn't worth it to try to escape, they all knew this.
Carina and Theresa eyed each other nervously, a couple of other XinFeng girls, Irina and Esther, eyed each other by a dark truck, their story was not so much one of love but one of pure rivalry.
"Fight!"
The girls started to circle each other, a mixture of friend facing friend and foe facing foe, there was no place for sentimentality, as Irina leapt at Esther, Theresa watched, angry cries rang out, drone cameras moved to keep the TV viewers entertained, the battle was on. A scream filled the arena as the first girl fell, somewhere amongst the debris.
"KAREN!" boomed the announcer, the crowd went wild. Momentarily distracted, it was pure luck that she turned towards her lover, only to see Carina moving rapidly towards her, knife raised, deadly intent only too obvious. The shock of betrayal made her pause, unsure why Carina would attack her now, but as the knife was thrust at her throat, her street instincts kicked in and she ducked, her right elbow meeting Carina's face and she leaned to push her over the nearest crate. Her left hand raised, knife at the ready, her right hand pressed Carina into the top of the crate, she heard Carina's knife clatter to the floor. In that moment, Carina's knifeless right hand behind her head, arm resting on her shoulder, being pressed onto the crate, laying there almost appealingly, were it not for the knife in Theresa's hand and the look of fear in Carina's eyes, it would be a beautiful scene, and Theresa's mind raced to the many nights they had spent together, how had it all come to this? Could she really harm her redhaired angel?
From behind, the sound of a blade piercing yielding flesh was followed by a scream, "ESTHER!" the announcer exclaimed with seeming glee. Theresa's eyes hardened and anger crossed her face, there was no time for sentimentality, it was do or die. Her eyes met Carina's as she rammed the knife down hard into her chest. Carina's head jerked forwards slightly, the look of shock in her former lover's face hurt Theresa, but the deed was done. "CARINA!". The crowd brayed, as Theresa watched Carina's lifeless form fall still on the crate, her arm still draped onto her chest, sliding down slowly.
Pulling her knife out, she realised that Irina must be behind her somewhere. She had barely started to move as she felt a sharp pain in her back and the tip Irina's knife erupted from her chest. Helpless, she looked down as her knife tumbled from her hands, her mouth fell open as the world started to go dark.
"THERESA!"
"Interesting" wasn't on the mind of the girls, captives from the street gangs that roamed the city streets. Theresa and Carina held hands as the camera drones passed by them, they exchanged nervous glances, they had been lovers in the XinFeng Cobra gang, captured in a police raid. Their love had kept them sane during captivity, but now it was their punishment, only one girl would leave this arena alive. The TV viewing figures were always high for prisoner battles, the advertising dollars rolled in.
"Ready!" came the announcer's voice over the tannoy, the girls reached down to take their knives and dispersed into the arena. A row of snipers watched for any cheaters getting early kills, it wasn't worth it to try to escape, they all knew this.
Carina and Theresa eyed each other nervously, a couple of other XinFeng girls, Irina and Esther, eyed each other by a dark truck, their story was not so much one of love but one of pure rivalry.
"Fight!"
The girls started to circle each other, a mixture of friend facing friend and foe facing foe, there was no place for sentimentality, as Irina leapt at Esther, Theresa watched, angry cries rang out, drone cameras moved to keep the TV viewers entertained, the battle was on. A scream filled the arena as the first girl fell, somewhere amongst the debris.
"KAREN!" boomed the announcer, the crowd went wild. Momentarily distracted, it was pure luck that she turned towards her lover, only to see Carina moving rapidly towards her, knife raised, deadly intent only too obvious. The shock of betrayal made her pause, unsure why Carina would attack her now, but as the knife was thrust at her throat, her street instincts kicked in and she ducked, her right elbow meeting Carina's face and she leaned to push her over the nearest crate. Her left hand raised, knife at the ready, her right hand pressed Carina into the top of the crate, she heard Carina's knife clatter to the floor. In that moment, Carina's knifeless right hand behind her head, arm resting on her shoulder, being pressed onto the crate, laying there almost appealingly, were it not for the knife in Theresa's hand and the look of fear in Carina's eyes, it would be a beautiful scene, and Theresa's mind raced to the many nights they had spent together, how had it all come to this? Could she really harm her redhaired angel?
From behind, the sound of a blade piercing yielding flesh was followed by a scream, "ESTHER!" the announcer exclaimed with seeming glee. Theresa's eyes hardened and anger crossed her face, there was no time for sentimentality, it was do or die. Her eyes met Carina's as she rammed the knife down hard into her chest. Carina's head jerked forwards slightly, the look of shock in her former lover's face hurt Theresa, but the deed was done. "CARINA!". The crowd brayed, as Theresa watched Carina's lifeless form fall still on the crate, her arm still draped onto her chest, sliding down slowly.
Pulling her knife out, she realised that Irina must be behind her somewhere. She had barely started to move as she felt a sharp pain in her back and the tip Irina's knife erupted from her chest. Helpless, she looked down as her knife tumbled from her hands, her mouth fell open as the world started to go dark.
"THERESA!"
Just because Rose and I are heading out on a mission and probably not coming back, doesn't mean we can't make memories just in case 😉🥰 If nothing else, it'll give our families something nice to look at when our personal kit is returned to them 😉
Oh and selfies are *totally* a thing in the Empire... *innocent whistle....* 😇
Oh and selfies are *totally* a thing in the Empire... *innocent whistle....* 😇
Esther and Isra navigated the hellish streets of Obsidian Hive, their sleek red bodysuits shimmering under the dim, flickering neon lights. Their mission, cloaked in secrecy, led them through treacherous alleyways where danger lurked in every shadow.
As they patrolled through the graffiti covered streets of the hab-level, chaos erupted. Blazing yellow laser blasts surged from unknown sources, cutting through the air with lethal precision. Isra, caught off guard, absorbed a direct hit to the chest, the impact propelling her backwards. She crumpled to the ground, mortally wounded, under the shelter of a foreboding archway.
Esther's heart pounded in her chest as she witnessed her partner's fall. Fear mingled with determination in her piercing gaze as she spotted the attackers positioned on a dilapidated rooftop. Her grip tightened around her weapon, a distinctive blaster, and she retaliated with fierce resolve, the blue light of her weapon's beams shone out.
The battle raged fiercely, each vibrant beam illuminating the darkness, casting eerie shadows against the crumbling walls and illuminating her and her dying partner. Esther moved with urgency between each shot, the whirring of her blaster charging between each blue laser slicing through the night, each shot a testament to her unwavering bravery. She was granted at least one scream from her foes, she watched a black clad figure fall from the roof. Her situation was dire, but she would not sell her life cheaply.
In spite of Esther's valiant efforts, the fire kept coming. Three scorching yellow laser blasts found their mark, searing through her body and forcing her to stagger backward. Agonizing pain coursed through her veins, intermingling with the cold, unforgiving concrete beneath her, she fell backwards and landed next to Isra, the black scorch marks of their wounds smoking as their life force left them.
As they patrolled through the graffiti covered streets of the hab-level, chaos erupted. Blazing yellow laser blasts surged from unknown sources, cutting through the air with lethal precision. Isra, caught off guard, absorbed a direct hit to the chest, the impact propelling her backwards. She crumpled to the ground, mortally wounded, under the shelter of a foreboding archway.
Esther's heart pounded in her chest as she witnessed her partner's fall. Fear mingled with determination in her piercing gaze as she spotted the attackers positioned on a dilapidated rooftop. Her grip tightened around her weapon, a distinctive blaster, and she retaliated with fierce resolve, the blue light of her weapon's beams shone out.
The battle raged fiercely, each vibrant beam illuminating the darkness, casting eerie shadows against the crumbling walls and illuminating her and her dying partner. Esther moved with urgency between each shot, the whirring of her blaster charging between each blue laser slicing through the night, each shot a testament to her unwavering bravery. She was granted at least one scream from her foes, she watched a black clad figure fall from the roof. Her situation was dire, but she would not sell her life cheaply.
In spite of Esther's valiant efforts, the fire kept coming. Three scorching yellow laser blasts found their mark, searing through her body and forcing her to stagger backward. Agonizing pain coursed through her veins, intermingling with the cold, unforgiving concrete beneath her, she fell backwards and landed next to Isra, the black scorch marks of their wounds smoking as their life force left them.
As Millie walked slowly down the corridor, her gun held close to her body, she passed the spot where two guards had been eliminated last week, a young couple, wiped out without warning by an intruder. It was a risk everyone here took, and the thought excited Millie far more than she dared to admit. Feeling the cold steel of her weapon on her exposed belly, she bit her bottom lip as she imaged their final moments, putting herself into their spot, she blushed a little as she tried to resist the temptation to touch herself on duty. Her final moment would come soon, the lifespan of a guard was unusually short, even by corporation standards, she only hoped she would get to enjoy it.
Her distracted mind didn't register the careful footsteps behind her, the agent wrapped his arm around her neck and pulled her tight to his chest, knocking her gun to the floor. As Millie realised what was happening, a mixture of fear and excitement filled her. His grip tightened and she struggled to breathe, as she caught a glimpse of his knife she realised that this was her final moment, there was no escape, her hands clawed at his arms in a futile gesture. She took a moment to savour the feel of his skin on her, his intent was clearly deadly, but at this point she was powerless to do anything more.
A moment later, the knife descended, he forced it into her chest at the top of her right breast and into her lung. She gasped as the pain overwhelmed her, but despite the obvious violence and the arm restricting her breathing, she felt comforted by her assailant's touch and his smooth skin on hers. Her body convulsed, a warmth filled her from below as she came with a shudder, her body granting her one last moment of bliss, before she slumped backwards into him, wetness running down the inside of her thighs.
His target now limp, the intruder lowered her gently, his left hand tracing over her breasts then up her neck to her cheek as he lowered her to the floor. As her eyes started to glaze over, looking straight up at him, her chin in his left hand, right hand supporting her gently, he paused for a moment and admired the beautiful guard as her final moments faded, noticing the dampness of her panties, he leaned down to sneak a parting kiss in the last of her conciousness, before violently and suddenly breaking her neck with a twist, letting her fall lifeless to the floor.
The mission would wait no longer.
Her distracted mind didn't register the careful footsteps behind her, the agent wrapped his arm around her neck and pulled her tight to his chest, knocking her gun to the floor. As Millie realised what was happening, a mixture of fear and excitement filled her. His grip tightened and she struggled to breathe, as she caught a glimpse of his knife she realised that this was her final moment, there was no escape, her hands clawed at his arms in a futile gesture. She took a moment to savour the feel of his skin on her, his intent was clearly deadly, but at this point she was powerless to do anything more.
A moment later, the knife descended, he forced it into her chest at the top of her right breast and into her lung. She gasped as the pain overwhelmed her, but despite the obvious violence and the arm restricting her breathing, she felt comforted by her assailant's touch and his smooth skin on hers. Her body convulsed, a warmth filled her from below as she came with a shudder, her body granting her one last moment of bliss, before she slumped backwards into him, wetness running down the inside of her thighs.
His target now limp, the intruder lowered her gently, his left hand tracing over her breasts then up her neck to her cheek as he lowered her to the floor. As her eyes started to glaze over, looking straight up at him, her chin in his left hand, right hand supporting her gently, he paused for a moment and admired the beautiful guard as her final moments faded, noticing the dampness of her panties, he leaned down to sneak a parting kiss in the last of her conciousness, before violently and suddenly breaking her neck with a twist, letting her fall lifeless to the floor.
The mission would wait no longer.
Warning sirens blared through the bridge of the ISD Emperor's Fist, the gathered officers scanned the Ensigns at their stations, expecting a situation report.
"Not that button you imbecile!" Lieutenant Carina's stern voice cut through the sirens, stood behind Ensign Millie, the look of fury on her face was unmistakeable. "I said jettison the trash, that's the grey button there, why on earth would you press the big red one?"
"I... I.... " stammered Millie, her finger still frozen on the now depressed button, her free hand steadying her quivering lips. The pressure readings on the mess and habitation deck were perilously low. More importantly, how would this look on her performance review?
The officers on the walkway looked on in disgust, but their attention was drawn to the windows by a thunk. Floating outside, silhouetted against the planet below, the bodies of the garrison started to float by, pilots and Storm Troopers, caught readying for a mission to engage rebels on the planet below, they didn't stand a chance when the emergency disembarkation hatches blew open.
"I think that means the mission is... off?" asked Lieutenant Katarina as she looked in horror at the bodies floating past the bridge, but Commander Jojo stepped closer.
"No, I think we should send them, we can support them with fire from orbit. It might be a bit danger close, but that's a risk I'm willing to take."
"Do we have enough troops left?"
"Maybe, but I think we have an Ensign who just asked to transfer to the Storm Trooper corps so that's enough." smirked Jojo, looking over at the panicking Millie....
"Not that button you imbecile!" Lieutenant Carina's stern voice cut through the sirens, stood behind Ensign Millie, the look of fury on her face was unmistakeable. "I said jettison the trash, that's the grey button there, why on earth would you press the big red one?"
"I... I.... " stammered Millie, her finger still frozen on the now depressed button, her free hand steadying her quivering lips. The pressure readings on the mess and habitation deck were perilously low. More importantly, how would this look on her performance review?
The officers on the walkway looked on in disgust, but their attention was drawn to the windows by a thunk. Floating outside, silhouetted against the planet below, the bodies of the garrison started to float by, pilots and Storm Troopers, caught readying for a mission to engage rebels on the planet below, they didn't stand a chance when the emergency disembarkation hatches blew open.
"I think that means the mission is... off?" asked Lieutenant Katarina as she looked in horror at the bodies floating past the bridge, but Commander Jojo stepped closer.
"No, I think we should send them, we can support them with fire from orbit. It might be a bit danger close, but that's a risk I'm willing to take."
"Do we have enough troops left?"
"Maybe, but I think we have an Ensign who just asked to transfer to the Storm Trooper corps so that's enough." smirked Jojo, looking over at the panicking Millie....
Carina stood in the doorway, her eyes scanning the neon-lit streets below. This was her city, a sprawling metropolis of steel and concrete, a place where technology and humanity clashed in a never-ending dance.
She had grown up here, in the underbelly of the city, where the only law was survival. But Carina was no ordinary street urchin. She had a gift, a talent for hacking that had made her a legend in the dark corners of the net. She had hacked her way into the biggest corporations, stolen their secrets and sold them to the highest bidder. It was a dangerous game, but Carina was a master of the art.
But tonight was different. She wasn't here to steal, but to meet someone. Someone who had contacted her through a secure channel, someone who claimed to have information that could change everything.
She had grown up here, in the underbelly of the city, where the only law was survival. But Carina was no ordinary street urchin. She had a gift, a talent for hacking that had made her a legend in the dark corners of the net. She had hacked her way into the biggest corporations, stolen their secrets and sold them to the highest bidder. It was a dangerous game, but Carina was a master of the art.
But tonight was different. She wasn't here to steal, but to meet someone. Someone who had contacted her through a secure channel, someone who claimed to have information that could change everything.
So, get a henchgirl and a henchman on guard together, force them not to touch each other all day, they're gonna be horny as fuck, so if they get taken out, accidents happen 😅
Inspired by pics from Lesther2014: user/18292115
Inspired by pics from Lesther2014: user/18292115
As Carina arrived at her station, the line of bodies made her heart race. She was the replacement unit, the Mistress wanted her stationed on this corner, it wasn't her place to argue, but if it was too dangerous to even sent a cleaning crew, just how dangerous WAS it? Nervously, she moved the last guard's body into the line, if she was going to die then it wasn't going to be from tripping over the fallen!
Realising she was probably doomed, she glanced round, both scared and a little excited. She wouldn't let the Mistress down...
Realising she was probably doomed, she glanced round, both scared and a little excited. She wouldn't let the Mistress down...
A moment of doubt crept into Laura's mind when Mistress Jojo ordered her to leave the relative safety of the corner and advance towards the BFD position. Fire whizzed past the opening, it was certain death... Mistress Jojo's face hardened, rare affection being replaced with a clear determination. Laura understood that look, as an SCU, it was her role to obey the Mistress to the letter., a mixture of submission and determination shone from her eyes As she swung out into the open, the inevitable fire raked her body and she screamed as it sent her to the floor. Her lifeless form landed within easy reach of Jojo's feet. As she reached out carefully to touch Laura, Jojo smiled, she now knew where the shooters were, and she radioed for more units to come and finish the job. Laura had served her purpose....
As the BFC transport pulled away, the Standard Units began to charge, CPD lives must not be spared.... Katarina and Esther led the charge, with Iva, Lydia and Barbara not far behind.
"Advance! NOW!" came the voice over the radio, Mistress Jojo had spoken. The BFC assault team charged, the CPD forces opened fire. Lydia barely got out of cover before being expended, Barbara and Iva only took a few steps before bullets found them and they joined her on the floor, their screams part pain, part ecstasy. Undeterred, Esther, Katarina and Mel made their move, Mistress had spoken and they would complete the mission at all costs. As Mel bullets walked up Mel's torso and she fell backward screaming, the excitement rose in Esther and Katarina, a delicious mix of fear, anticipation and arousal...
The squad started to run, Isra and Rose squealed as they were taken down by CPD bullets at the door, Mara and Millie continued their charge, Mistress Jojo commanded they take the position, they would not stop until it was done, whether they survived or not. As she broke into the sunlight, bullets traced up her body and threw her body back, her head rolled back and her gaze went skyward, her view filled with her first sight of the daytime sky in weeks. What a sight to end her life with...
Irina started counting down in her head, taking the moment behind the hard cover of the facility wall to plan her next move. As she looked down, she saw Esther's body lying there, moments ago the bullets had got her instead, Irina sighed and wondered if her luck would hold. The bloodbath was continuing all round her, BFC battle sisters and CPD troopers falling by the dozen, but for this moment, she could catch her breath.
"Forward! Your Mistress has spoken!" shouted Mistress Jojo as we saw the CPD units ready themselves. Rose and I arrayed ourselves in front of Mistress Jojo as a shield, Barbara on my left and Carina on Rose's right, those names we hadn't used since we'd signed up, but we were excited to finally see combat, and turned on to serve and die for the Mistress. Jojo pushed Rose and barked commands as we advanced towards almost certain death, the arousal at the power over our lives and deaths audible in her voice, and die we would....
Mistress Jojo expending her SCUs to take the corridor from the opposing CPD forces. Laura has already been expended and, despite joining BFC for the thrill of combat, Rose doesn't appear keen to join her, but Jojo isn't having any of it, an SCU exists only to serve their Mistress.... "Yes you will die, not my problem. It's your turn, go!"
With Jollypops gasping, her life ebbing away, Karen turned her attention to her companion, as Amelia turned to investigate the gurgling, she was knocked to the floor, as she stood up, Karen restrained her and her knife did it's work....
Rose and I clearly stood no chance, just one for the clean-up crew now, if the intruder doesn't kill them too 😏
She had left a trail of guards in her wake, but now she had nowhere to go and there were just too many of them....
Raiders were becoming an increasing threat, normally they were singletons trying there luck, and easily dealt with, but with every raid came the risk of making a mistake, the Corporation could scarcely afford to lose trained warriors....
As the guards closed in, the options for escape narrowed. Sabrina looked around and to her horror, she saw her partner had finished hotwiring the hover bike, but she wasn't waiting! Sabrina turned to face her fate, she had been left behind....
Rose was proud of her uniform, she was part of the Emperor's powerful fist, she was strong, the ISC, was millions of troops, strong, she felt powerful. Looking at the new Captain lapel on her uniform as she flexed in front of the mirror in the readyroom, she felt she could take anything on.
Growing up, Irina loved befriending and playing with local creatures, on the Death Star, the choices were limited but the Mouse Droids were just sooo cute.... 🥰
It had been a hard battle, but the might Empire had been victorious, both Rose and I survived, much to our commander's surprise. Tonight would be a good night 😏
There's a reason I'm the officer and Rose and Laura are part of my ship's detachments, my expertise in the tactical deployment of mistletoe 😉
"Onward!" came the cry from the commander, Hanna, Millie and Iva took the lead, lighting up the dark with their laser pistols, the figures in the dark ducked, dived and panicked. Occasionally a scream confirmed a kill. But as Hanna saw one of the figures fall, her partner fired. Millie shrieked as the laser burned it's way into her and every sense exploded. Hanna fired again, listening to the moans of the now dying Millie, it was forwards or to the floor with burn marks, those were the only options.
Irina took the first shot, sinking to the ground, her hand pulling the mask away from her face. Where had the shot come from? Karen and Laura fired wildly as more shots buzzed, the lasers scorching the walls. The shots were coming from the dark, lighting up the corridor, Karen spotted dark clad figures moving quickly. Moments later, two beams scorched Laura and threw her backwards, one in the belly, one on her breast, the lasers burned and she screamed.... Karen, didn't flinch and blasted one of the figures in the dark, who screamed and fell. At least they would not die for nothing....
Millie loved her job, she was doing the Emperor's glorious work, putting the damn Rebellion in it's place and getting to fly the awesome TIE Fighter. Life doesn't get better than this.
The explosion rang out in the hanger, followed by a storm of blaster fire. Barbara had no idea how, but those bastard Rebels were here. As fallen troopers were dragged away, Barbara turned to Rose, they both nodded and Rose put on her helmet.
"After them!" cried Barbara, and Rose led her troopers towards the hangar. Barbara was angry, if it meant spending the lives of her troops to kill those rebels, so be it. As the troops left, the body being dragged clattered to the ground, the helmet moving slightly to reveal some blonde hair, "Could that be the "Irina" that Rose talked about?" wondered Barbara for a moment, no matter, more would come to replace them, and she would gladly spend them too.
"After them!" cried Barbara, and Rose led her troopers towards the hangar. Barbara was angry, if it meant spending the lives of her troops to kill those rebels, so be it. As the troops left, the body being dragged clattered to the ground, the helmet moving slightly to reveal some blonde hair, "Could that be the "Irina" that Rose talked about?" wondered Barbara for a moment, no matter, more would come to replace them, and she would gladly spend them too.
Iva, code name X-23, had enough rage insider her that once she was inside the Facility buildings, everyone inside was a valid target. If you had a pass to be inside, you either did awful things or willingly took money from those who do. Either was enough to deserve death.
Millie, Rose and Carina were investigating reports of screams from the cells, probably one of the "patients" getting excited. They stood no chance.
Millie, Rose and Carina were investigating reports of screams from the cells, probably one of the "patients" getting excited. They stood no chance.
As the Inflictor held position above Jando IV, ISB agents swarmed the surface, but now they had located their objective, a major Rebellion supply hub in the middle of the capital city, the comings and goings hidden amongst the swarm of traders.
There was no doubt in Jojo's mind that such a vital location would be well defended, but the local trade was vital to the Empire's own ship production, so she had commandeered the Inflictor's garission. As Barbara and I reviewed the details of Jojo's plan at length, Rose listened intently and wondered how she would explain what appeared to be a near suicide mission to her squads.
There was no doubt in Jojo's mind that such a vital location would be well defended, but the local trade was vital to the Empire's own ship production, so she had commandeered the Inflictor's garission. As Barbara and I reviewed the details of Jojo's plan at length, Rose listened intently and wondered how she would explain what appeared to be a near suicide mission to her squads.
As the squad hurried through the door into the abandoned hanger, they knew they had to escape on the waiting transport before the charges went off or they stood no chance. They were nearly home. The guards were waiting for them. "Unnnngh...." grunted Carina as a laser bolt cut through her chest, ending here life nearly instantly. Irina spotted one of the guards and screamed "RETURN FIRE" . Before anyone could fire, the unmistakeable sound of Isra filled her ears "Nnngh....!" as she dropped to her knees. "We're screwed" shouted Irina as she got off a shot in the general direction of the guards, lasers filled the air, hissing when they struck the white walls of the hangar behind her. The door behind them started to close, "It shouldn't do that, we're right here...." she thought, realising that this was their death. "Ahh! O..." moaned Iva as two blasts piereced her chest and threw her backwards, but before Irina could look, she felt the burning sesnation of a blast in her belly, she clutched at the wound, feeling her insides scream, her mouth opened but she couldn't even force a single sound out. She was dying and she knew it. As Irina stood, her brain spending her final moments processing the fact that she had was finished, Lydia blasted away furiously into the cover the guards were using, and Esther screamed profanities in her native language. It would be seconds before they too were dead, but for now they fought on.
I've no idea why anyone would be scared of lil ol' Rose, such a cute little bunny wunny.... This piece was started in 2018, and put down despite being nearly complete. Found it again whilst sorting my files, no idea why I put it down 😮 Just a few tweaks to bring it up to date (including swapping the generic model for Rose) and I think it works!
Rose didn't hear the approaching intruder, as the first blade pierced her back she felt an intense pain, but it wasn't until she looked down after the second blade burst through her chest that she realised she was done for. What had she done wrong? How had the intruder got behind her? Why did she take this job? These were her final coherent thoughts as the pain overwhelmed her and she fell to her knees then the floor, the world turning black.
As I ordered the squads into the transports, Iva took a last look at the assembled troops with her own eyes and wondered how many would survive.
As Iva held onto the bar, she watched the chaos unfolding below, one target down, one to go.
Isra made it into cover before the shooting started, there was no room for both her and Carina sadly....
As the intruders swarmed toward the command centre, Irina knew she had to hold them off as long as she could, even if her own death was the end result....
As Rose marched with her troop to the shuttle bay, I brought her a helmet I'd had a tech specially tune. "Come home safe babe...."
Jollypops enjoyed zero gravity during training, targets couldn't get away and floated helplessly. That's a knife that cuts both ways....
As Lydia surveyed the bridge, glaring occasionally at the assembled officers and enlisted personnel, she was very glad to be part of protecting the Empire's pride and joy. No Rebels would get through this time...
Jollypops and me had signed up as a way to get a bit of extra cash, yes the outfits were ridiculous, but nothing ever happened round these parts, wait, what was that noise?
Rose knows that the next mission will probably be her last, her orders don't give her a credible way to survive. She takes a moment to reflect.
The killer held Laura's lifeless body gently as she removed the blades from her, Sylvie lying next to her as a silent witness...
Sylvie didn't hear the threat until her killer screamed mid jump, by that point there was no escape...
Irina, the final survivor of a furious battle against the Rebels, contemplates the waste of life as she walks back to base. The Rebellion is doomed surely?
Amelia learns the hard way that the Neon Dark BFC don't care if she's expended or not 😉
Bit of a cartoony diversion, just any excuse to throw cute troopers with wings into the fray 😉
Neon Dark style BFC assault leads to expendature of Irina and Laura, with Esther soon to join them on the floor.
I am the rebel
I am the thief
I am religion staring back at me
I am the thunder
I am the rain
I am the lion never to be tamed!
I am the thief
I am religion staring back at me
I am the thunder
I am the rain
I am the lion never to be tamed!
It was a routine patrol, a show of force in the civilian areas of a border world; keep the population from asking why they were paying trillions of credits for clone troopers. It was supposed to be a break from the war that had raged across the galaxy for years, costing millions of clone lives each day. The sun was setting as we entered the entertainment quarter, a high-class area by border world standards. It was early, on a normal night the streets would be filled with revelers soon enough. But not tonight.
*THUUUP* The unmistakable sound of a slug meeting flesh. X225 let out a shrill cry, thrown backwards by the force of the shot. I watched her land in front of us, a neat hole drilled in the center of her chest. We all looked on in horror as the young, pigtailed trooper slid to a stop a full 6ft from where she had been walking. "SNIPER!!" someone shouted. Snapped out of our initial shock, X55 picked X225 up by the armpits and made for an alley by a cinema. The rest of us fired indiscriminately, hoping to give our unseen opponent at least something to worry about.
As we neared the alleyway, we gained our first sight of our opponents. A squad of enemy troopers broke cover from a nearby building, advancing quickly in a loose line, their slug throwers sending high velocity rounds our way. Their speed worked against them as most of their rounds went wide. I returned fire, catching one trooper in the leg and abdomen, before downing another with a double tap to the chest. "Come on, is that the best you can do???" taunted X02 as she laid three of our opponents down with a wild burst, her long blonde hair making swirls around her as she laughed maniacally like a villain from some old gangster movie.
"Into the alley!" commanded X103 as she took up a covered position by the cinema pillars, using her comm chip to call for support. Moving at the speed of X55 and the downed form of X225, we backed towards the alley, our guns barking.
*THUUUP* *THUUUP* *THUUUP* *THUUUP* X02 staggered as a burst from our attackers ran across her torso. She seemed to pause for a moment, the shock of the impacts not fully registering, before tumbling sideways to the pavement.
*THUUUP* a round caught me below my right breast, I screamed in pain and fall backwards. As I hit the floor, my first thought is of desperate revenge, with my last reserves of strength I fight through the pain to lift my rifle and fire wildly, I don't know if the screams I can hear are a result of my rounds or not. I hear the thud of X225 dropping to the floor as X55, now exposed, panics and returns fire from a kneeling position. We three survivors fight on, praying that support arrives before the bullets with our names on.
*THUUUP* *THUUUP* *THUUUP* X55 lets out a sharp groan out as a line of slugs walk down her belly, I feel her rifle brush through my hair as her strength collapses and she waits for the bullets that will mark her final moments.
*THUUUP* The unmistakable sound of a slug meeting flesh. X225 let out a shrill cry, thrown backwards by the force of the shot. I watched her land in front of us, a neat hole drilled in the center of her chest. We all looked on in horror as the young, pigtailed trooper slid to a stop a full 6ft from where she had been walking. "SNIPER!!" someone shouted. Snapped out of our initial shock, X55 picked X225 up by the armpits and made for an alley by a cinema. The rest of us fired indiscriminately, hoping to give our unseen opponent at least something to worry about.
As we neared the alleyway, we gained our first sight of our opponents. A squad of enemy troopers broke cover from a nearby building, advancing quickly in a loose line, their slug throwers sending high velocity rounds our way. Their speed worked against them as most of their rounds went wide. I returned fire, catching one trooper in the leg and abdomen, before downing another with a double tap to the chest. "Come on, is that the best you can do???" taunted X02 as she laid three of our opponents down with a wild burst, her long blonde hair making swirls around her as she laughed maniacally like a villain from some old gangster movie.
"Into the alley!" commanded X103 as she took up a covered position by the cinema pillars, using her comm chip to call for support. Moving at the speed of X55 and the downed form of X225, we backed towards the alley, our guns barking.
*THUUUP* *THUUUP* *THUUUP* *THUUUP* X02 staggered as a burst from our attackers ran across her torso. She seemed to pause for a moment, the shock of the impacts not fully registering, before tumbling sideways to the pavement.
*THUUUP* a round caught me below my right breast, I screamed in pain and fall backwards. As I hit the floor, my first thought is of desperate revenge, with my last reserves of strength I fight through the pain to lift my rifle and fire wildly, I don't know if the screams I can hear are a result of my rounds or not. I hear the thud of X225 dropping to the floor as X55, now exposed, panics and returns fire from a kneeling position. We three survivors fight on, praying that support arrives before the bullets with our names on.
*THUUUP* *THUUUP* *THUUUP* X55 lets out a sharp groan out as a line of slugs walk down her belly, I feel her rifle brush through my hair as her strength collapses and she waits for the bullets that will mark her final moments.
"I think the noise came from over this way"
"When I find that recruiter, I'm going to give her a piece of my mind, modelling job by ass...."
"Calm down, mind on the job, cover my back and you might survive long enough to meet that recruiter."
"Humph! There weren't even any Doritos..."
"When I find that recruiter, I'm going to give her a piece of my mind, modelling job by ass...."
"Calm down, mind on the job, cover my back and you might survive long enough to meet that recruiter."
"Humph! There weren't even any Doritos..."
"Wait, you mean SHADO isn't a modelling agency?"
"For the last time, what the fuck did you think the weapons training was for?"
"It was only like 5 minutes, I thought she was just being chatty."
"You idiot! Hold on, I heard something...."
"For the last time, what the fuck did you think the weapons training was for?"
"It was only like 5 minutes, I thought she was just being chatty."
"You idiot! Hold on, I heard something...."
