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ShadowWolf: /* {{separator|r|Actions and Reactions}} */ some more text - action scene is over

2009-07-31T02:55:13Z

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+"Johnson, Paulson! Overwatch positions. The rest of you, there is a truck around the corner. We're going to walk out these doors and get in the truck."
 The two soldiers took positions at the windows, Johnson making sure a grenade was loaded into the 203 slung under the barrel of the '16 I'd handed him and Paulson making sure to pull the charging handle of the AR-15 he'd found in the stations armory. Then they positioned themselves in the windows and I smiled. With luck we wouldn't fire a single shot - or have to use our TFOR granted abilities. But first there was the matter of the two sentries guarding the buildings entrance&mdash;the charge I'd used to breach the roof had been very loud and had definitely alerted the Canadians I'd been warned about.
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 I remained standing and awake by sheer force of will. Using an old stage-actors trick I spoke, clearly and calmly. "All members of the invading armed forces, this is Sergeant Scott Summers Jameson of the Free Pennsylvania Special Forces unit 'Havoks Hounds'. Your presence and actions here constitute an implicit declaration of war against a sovereign nation. Surrender now and I promise that you will be treated as close to the standards of the Geneva Conventions as can be managed."
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ShadowWolf: /* {{separator|r|Actions and Reactions}} */ removing the cautionary note - I think the new stuff is now as good as I'm going to manage

2009-06-11T07:51:23Z

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	{{note\|the following stuff is going to be massively in flux as I work on the exact details of the end of this battle. Writing fast-paced action from a first-person perspective is not something I have a lot of experience with}}

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ShadowWolf: /* {{separator|r|Dangerous Times}} */ order of magnitude error there...

2009-06-11T07:41:26Z

{{separator|r|Dangerous Times}}: order of magnitude error there...

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	We'd been running guerilla for a month. Latest news was that all the Baronies and other countries New York had fragmented into were all now Canadian territories. Worse was that the Irregulars were now an "Independant Unit" in the Canadian Army and had gotten bolder in their attacks. Unlike the Canadian Army, though, they were still doing the same things, including taking over towns by force – often by killing the towns leadership. Last three we'd been through had been the worst, though. Every woman in the town – nearly every female, actually – had been raped. And there was a bounty on my head — another one — raising the count to almost one hundred bounties and nearly a ~~million~~ dollars. Though none carried my name—the latest was for "The Leader of the Group Responsible for the Destruction of the 'C' Company, Fourth Battalion, Royal Canadian Regiment".		We'd been running guerilla for a month. Latest news was that all the Baronies and other countries New York had fragmented into were all now Canadian territories. Worse was that the Irregulars were now an "Independant Unit" in the Canadian Army and had gotten bolder in their attacks. Unlike the Canadian Army, though, they were still doing the same things, including taking over towns by force – often by killing the towns leadership. Last three we'd been through had been the worst, though. Every woman in the town – nearly every female, actually – had been raped. And there was a bounty on my head — another one — raising the count to almost one hundred bounties and nearly a billion dollars. Though none carried my name—the latest was for "The Leader of the Group Responsible for the Destruction of the 'C' Company, Fourth Battalion, Royal Canadian Regiment".

	We'd done that a month before, defending our border. That Canadian unit had crossed the border outside of Polyton County...		We'd done that a month before, defending our border. That Canadian unit had crossed the border outside of Polyton County...

ShadowWolf: /* {{separator|r|Dangerous Times}} */ small fix

2009-06-11T07:39:40Z

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	We'd been running guerilla for a month. Latest news was that all the Baronies and other countries New York had fragmented into were all now Canadian territories. Worse was that the Irregulars were now an "Independant Unit" in the Canadian Army and had gotten bolder in their attacks. Unlike the Canadian Army, though, they were still doing the same things, including taking over towns by force – often by killing the towns leadership. Last three we'd been through had been the worst, though. Every woman in the town – nearly every female, actually – had been raped. And there was a bounty on my head — ~~six~~ hundred ~~thousand~~ dollars — ~~though it~~ was on "The Leader of the Group Responsible for the Destruction of the 'C' Company, Fourth Battalion, Royal Canadian Regiment".		We'd been running guerilla for a month. Latest news was that all the Baronies and other countries New York had fragmented into were all now Canadian territories. Worse was that the Irregulars were now an "Independant Unit" in the Canadian Army and had gotten bolder in their attacks. Unlike the Canadian Army, though, they were still doing the same things, including taking over towns by force – often by killing the towns leadership. Last three we'd been through had been the worst, though. Every woman in the town – nearly every female, actually – had been raped. And there was a bounty on my head — another one — raising the count to almost one hundred bounties and nearly a million dollars. Though none carried my name—the latest was for "The Leader of the Group Responsible for the Destruction of the 'C' Company, Fourth Battalion, Royal Canadian Regiment".

	We'd done that a month before, defending our border. That Canadian unit had crossed the border outside of Polyton County...		We'd done that a month before, defending our border. That Canadian unit had crossed the border outside of Polyton County...

ShadowWolf: /* {{separator|r|Actions and Reactions}} */ minor fixes

2009-06-11T07:36:57Z

{{separator|r|Actions and Reactions}}: minor fixes

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	"Paulson, get out of here! Johnson, give me some cover."		"Paulson, get out of here! Johnson, give me some cover."

	I was running for the nearest enemies before I'd finished speaking. Sparks ~~were jumping~~ through my fur ~~as I launched~~ a barrage of plasma balls at enemy lines. Almost as a unit they ducked. I drew my pistol and fired. The massive .45 caliber bullet scalped a canuck stupid enough to not be wearing his helmet.		I was running for the nearest enemies before I'd finished speaking. Sparks jumped through my fur followed by a barrage of plasma balls leaping from my hands towards enemy lines. Almost as a unit they ducked. I drew my pistol and fired. The massive .45 caliber bullet scalped a canuck stupid enough to not be wearing his helmet.

	One, two, three more times my finger twitched. One, two, three more times enemies dropped.		One, two, three more times my finger twitched. One, two, three more times enemies dropped.
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	Down to only three rounds my hands started flying through the reloading process when the low rumble of a Bradley's engine caught my attention.		Down to only three rounds my hands started flying through the reloading process when the low rumble of a Bradley's engine caught my attention.

	Reflexes took over and I dove behind a Hummer. The coax machine gun of the Bradley opened at the same time and I felt a searing hot knife cut across my shoulders. Seconds later another round took the tip off my left ear. As soon as it had started, the gun stopped. It's chattering roar was replaced with a familiar electric whine.		Reflexes took over and I dove behind a Hummer. The coax machine gun of the Bradley opened at the same time and I felt a searing hot knife cut across my shoulders. Seconds later another round took the tip off my left ear. As soon as it had started, the gun stopped. It's chattering roar was replaced with a familiar electric whine. The Bradley's turret had traversed, putting it's 25mm main gun in line with where I'd left Johnson.

	~~The Bradley's turret traversed, putting it's 25mm main gun in line with where I'd left Johnson.~~		"Johnson, get the fuck out of there!" I bellowed. It felt as though the universe was purifying itself and I was the filter as I stood and gathered energy. Eyes glowing and electricity sheeting down my fur, I unleashed a boiling hellstorm of plasma on the IFV and whatever was around it. Ammunition and fuel detonated, the sounds lost as the ball of plasma exploded, turning the once proud vehicle into an unrecognizable mass.

	"Johnson, get the fuck out of there!" I bellowed. It felt as though the universe was purifying itself and I was the filter as I stood and gathered energy. Eyes glowing and electricity sheeting down my, I unleashed a boiling hellstorm of plasma on the IFV and whatever was around it. Ammunition and fuel detonated, the sounds lost as the ball of plasma exploded, turning the once proud vehicle into an unrecognizable mass.

	I remained standing and awake by sheer force of will. Using an old stage-actors trick I spoke, clearly and calmly. "All members of the invading armed forces, this is Sergeant Scott Summers Jameson of the Free Pennsylvania Special Forces unit 'Havoks Hounds'. Your presence and actions here constitute an implicit declaration of war against a sovereign nation. Surrender now and I promise that you will be treated as close to the standards of the Geneva Conventions as can be managed."		I remained standing and awake by sheer force of will. Using an old stage-actors trick I spoke, clearly and calmly. "All members of the invading armed forces, this is Sergeant Scott Summers Jameson of the Free Pennsylvania Special Forces unit 'Havoks Hounds'. Your presence and actions here constitute an implicit declaration of war against a sovereign nation. Surrender now and I promise that you will be treated as close to the standards of the Geneva Conventions as can be managed."

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ShadowWolf: /* {{separator|r|Actions and Reactions}} */ more rewrites, yay!

2009-06-11T07:31:14Z

{{separator|r|Actions and Reactions}}: more rewrites, yay!

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	"Paulson, get out of here! Johnson, give me some cover."		"Paulson, get out of here! Johnson, give me some cover."

	I was running for the nearest enemies before I'd ~~even~~ finished ~~the sentence~~. ~~With sparks~~ jumping through my fur I ~~opened with~~ a ~~rain~~ of ~~tiny~~ balls ~~of plasma~~. ~~As the last soldier dropped his head to avoid the plasma~~ I drew ~~the 1911~~ and ~~opened fire~~. The massive .45 caliber bullet ~~scalping~~ a canuck stupid enough to not be wearing a helmet~~. One, two, three more times my finger twitched. One, two, three more times enemies dropped~~.		I was running for the nearest enemies before I'd finished speaking. Sparks were jumping through my fur as I launched a barrage of plasma balls at enemy lines. Almost as a unit they ducked. I drew my pistol and fired. The massive .45 caliber bullet scalped a canuck stupid enough to not be wearing his helmet.

	The ~~fifth~~ time I pulled the trigger the bullet ~~spanged~~ off a helmet~~. He took two steps back and fell on his ass~~. An irritated growl tore from my throat and I fired again, this bullet hitting him in the face as he ~~sat there, dazed~~.		One, two, three more times my finger twitched. One, two, three more times enemies dropped.

			The next time I pulled the trigger the bullet ricocheted off a helmet. An irritated growl tore from my throat and I fired again, this bullet hitting him in the face as he fell.

	Down to only three rounds my hands started flying through the reloading process when the low rumble of a Bradley's engine caught my attention.		Down to only three rounds my hands started flying through the reloading process when the low rumble of a Bradley's engine caught my attention.

	~~And just in time. Bullets tore up the pavement where I'd been standing as~~ I dove behind a Hummer. ~~Bullets thudded against~~ the ~~armor~~ and my ~~fur faintly glowed with static electricity jumping between the hairs~~. ~~"Dammit!" I yelled as a badly mangled~~ round ~~from the Bradley's coax machine-gun~~ took ~~off~~ the tip of my left ear. ~~Checking for damage revealed~~ I ~~hadn~~'~~t escaped unharmed—a round had~~ left ~~a furrow across my shoulders~~.		Reflexes took over and I dove behind a Hummer. The coax machine gun of the Bradley opened at the same time and I felt a searing hot knife cut across my shoulders. Seconds later another round took the tip off my left ear. As soon as it had started, the gun stopped. It's chattering roar was replaced with a familiar electric whine.

			The Bradley's turret traversed, putting it's 25mm main gun in line with where I'd left Johnson.

	~~The electric whine of the Bradley's turret pulled me out of my self-diagnostics and looked over at it.~~ "Johnson, get the fuck out of there!" I bellowed as I ~~reached out~~ and ~~triggered a flood of~~ energy. ~~My eyes were~~ glowing and electricity ~~was~~ sheeting down my ~~fur as~~ I ~~stood and~~ unleashed a hellstorm of ~~plasm~~ on the ~~"Infantry Fighting Vehicle", melting~~ it~~'s aluminum armor~~ and ~~detonating~~ the ~~fuel and ammunition stored inside~~.		"Johnson, get the fuck out of there!" I bellowed. It felt as though the universe was purifying itself and I was the filter as I stood and gathered energy. Eyes glowing and electricity sheeting down my, I unleashed a boiling hellstorm of plasma on the IFV and whatever was around it. Ammunition and fuel detonated, the sounds lost as the ball of plasma exploded, turning the once proud vehicle into an unrecognizable mass.

	~~When~~ I ~~was in High School there was a certain History teacher that knew numerous tricks for holding the attention~~ of ~~the class~~. ~~One of those was~~ an old stage-actors trick ~~for making your voice very loud without yelling or screaming. Though he never taught anyone how to do it~~, ~~I'd managed to learn it on my own~~ and ~~decided this was the time to use it~~. "All members of the invading armed forces, this is Sergeant Scott Summers Jameson of the Free Pennsylvania Special Forces unit 'Havoks Hounds'. Your presence and actions here constitute an implicit declaration of war against a sovereign nation. Surrender now and I promise that you will be treated as close to the standards of the Geneva Conventions as can be managed."		I remained standing and awake by sheer force of will. Using an old stage-actors trick I spoke, clearly and calmly. "All members of the invading armed forces, this is Sergeant Scott Summers Jameson of the Free Pennsylvania Special Forces unit 'Havoks Hounds'. Your presence and actions here constitute an implicit declaration of war against a sovereign nation. Surrender now and I promise that you will be treated as close to the standards of the Geneva Conventions as can be managed."

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ShadowWolf: formatting fixes and some more revisions to the escape scene

2009-06-11T06:59:27Z

formatting fixes and some more revisions to the escape scene

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	Anyway, I can't have a kid fail their Republic History class because of me. Well, kid, I can't just tell you about the battles—that wouldn't be fair to you and knowing the laws of this country it'd probably get me in trouble for "corrupting a minor" or some stupid shit. Hrm... Ever been in love, kid? Again–don't answer. You're to young to have experienced true love. So I'll frame this as a love-story—about the only woman I've ever loved.		Anyway, I can't have a kid fail their Republic History class because of me. Well, kid, I can't just tell you about the battles—that wouldn't be fair to you and knowing the laws of this country it'd probably get me in trouble for "corrupting a minor" or some stupid shit. Hrm... Ever been in love, kid? Again–don't answer. You're to young to have experienced true love. So I'll frame this as a love-story—about the only woman I've ever loved.

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	Always thinking about the fun. It was time for me to get to my rack if he was able to get ahead of me that far. "We'll be doing a mix-and-match. So make sure we've got two medics and lots of things that go boom. And make sure the weapons are ammunition compatible with whatever the Canuck's are using. I'm going to get in my rack."		Always thinking about the fun. It was time for me to get to my rack if he was able to get ahead of me that far. "We'll be doing a mix-and-match. So make sure we've got two medics and lots of things that go boom. And make sure the weapons are ammunition compatible with whatever the Canuck's are using. I'm going to get in my rack."

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	We'd been running guerilla for a month. Latest news was that all the Baronies and other countries New York had fragmented into were all now Canadian territories. Worse was that the Irregulars were now an "Independant Unit" in the Canadian Army and had gotten bolder in their attacks. Unlike the Canadian Army, though, they were still doing the same things, including taking over towns by force – often by killing the towns leadership. Last three we'd been through had been the worst, though. Every woman in the town – nearly every female, actually – had been raped. And there was a bounty on my head — six hundred thousand dollars — though it was on "The Leader of the Group Responsible for the Destruction of the 'C' Company, Fourth Battalion, Royal Canadian Regiment".		We'd been running guerilla for a month. Latest news was that all the Baronies and other countries New York had fragmented into were all now Canadian territories. Worse was that the Irregulars were now an "Independant Unit" in the Canadian Army and had gotten bolder in their attacks. Unlike the Canadian Army, though, they were still doing the same things, including taking over towns by force – often by killing the towns leadership. Last three we'd been through had been the worst, though. Every woman in the town – nearly every female, actually – had been raped. And there was a bounty on my head — six hundred thousand dollars — though it was on "The Leader of the Group Responsible for the Destruction of the 'C' Company, Fourth Battalion, Royal Canadian Regiment".
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	My hand hooked in rock crevice I gave a hard yank on my arm, setting the bones and nearly causing myself to pass out from the pain. Then I started walking for where I'd stashed my bag before starting the look for the truck. Within ten minutes the pain in my arm was gone, my body moving to repair itself at such a rate that my arm would be usable again in a few days. In the meantime my body had apparently decided that the pain message was serving no purpose.		My hand hooked in rock crevice I gave a hard yank on my arm, setting the bones and nearly causing myself to pass out from the pain. Then I started walking for where I'd stashed my bag before starting the look for the truck. Within ten minutes the pain in my arm was gone, my body moving to repair itself at such a rate that my arm would be usable again in a few days. In the meantime my body had apparently decided that the pain message was serving no purpose.

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	I'd made the five miles to the town in record time, moving cross country so I could approach from a direction they wouldn't be expecting. Not because I was afraid of the NYI, but because the skill with which the trap had been sprung spoke against it being the NYI. The bomb was NYI, no doubt there, but that bomb hadn't been part of the plan – the capture of the bartering party was the plan. And that plan included capturing the person bringing the collection vehicle.		I'd made the five miles to the town in record time, moving cross country so I could approach from a direction they wouldn't be expecting. Not because I was afraid of the NYI, but because the skill with which the trap had been sprung spoke against it being the NYI. The bomb was NYI, no doubt there, but that bomb hadn't been part of the plan – the capture of the bartering party was the plan. And that plan included capturing the person bringing the collection vehicle.
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	So I checked the safety on my 1911 and made sure it was secure in it's holster, then pulled my wickedly sharp Bowie and motioned to Jeffries. His power involved the creation and manipulation of ice - it'd come in handy in getting past the sentries. I waited for about a minute then opened the front door and grabbed the sentry as he passed by, my bowie entering at his hips and given a twist while my other hand grabbed his weapon. With a severed femoral artery the sentry was dead by the time his partner was skewered by a pair of ice-daggers thrown by Jeffries. Then I motioned and the men started moving out the doors, heading for the truck.		So I checked the safety on my 1911 and made sure it was secure in it's holster, then pulled my wickedly sharp Bowie and motioned to Jeffries. His power involved the creation and manipulation of ice - it'd come in handy in getting past the sentries. I waited for about a minute then opened the front door and grabbed the sentry as he passed by, my bowie entering at his hips and given a twist while my other hand grabbed his weapon. With a severed femoral artery the sentry was dead by the time his partner was skewered by a pair of ice-daggers thrown by Jeffries. Then I motioned and the men started moving out the doors, heading for the truck.

	As Paulson pulled back from the window and stepped out the doors, MP5 at the ready - leaving the police their weapon ~~- floodlights~~ and spotlights kicked on ~~and a~~ voice boomed over a loudspeaker. "Soldiers of the so-called 'Free State of Pennsylvania' surrender or be killed."		Paulson pulled back from the window and stepped out the doors, MP5 at the ready - leaving the police their weapon. Suddenly he and I were framed in a circle of light as several massive spotlights kicked on. A voice boomed over a loudspeaker, "Soldiers of the so-called 'Free State of Pennsylvania' surrender or be killed."

	Johnson opened up on the lights, the extra kinetic oomph he could give to his shots making the 5.56mm rounds have the same impact as a 120mm shell. Three shattered and the soldiers lined up against us started returning fire.		Johnson opened up on the lights, the extra kinetic oomph he could give to his shots making the 5.56mm rounds have the same impact as a 120mm shell. Three shattered and the soldiers lined up against us started returning fire.

	"Paulson, get out of here! Johnson, give me some cover." I ~~shouted~~ the ~~order and charged down~~ the ~~steps,~~ my fur ~~giving the faintest~~ of ~~static crackles as I started lobbing~~ tiny balls of plasma ~~at the enemy~~. As I ~~got close~~ enough to ~~have good accuracy~~, ~~I opened fire with the Colt—four shots~~, ~~four kills~~, ~~with a~~ fifth ~~shot hitting~~ the helmet ~~of the target~~ and ~~knocking him~~ on his ass. ~~With a~~ growl ~~I pulled~~ my ~~knife~~ and ~~threw it~~, ~~thankful for~~ the ~~months of practice~~ when ~~it sunk into~~ the ~~neck~~ of the ~~guy~~ I'd ~~knocked down~~. ~~I stooped to retrieve it and~~ the ~~rifle the guy had been carrying~~ and the ~~low rumble of~~ a Bradley's ~~engine caught~~ my ~~attention~~.		"Paulson, get out of here! Johnson, give me some cover."

			I was running for the nearest enemies before I'd even finished the sentence. With sparks jumping through my fur I opened with a rain of tiny balls of plasma. As the last soldier dropped his head to avoid the plasma I drew the 1911 and opened fire. The massive .45 caliber bullet scalping a canuck stupid enough to not be wearing a helmet. One, two, three more times my finger twitched. One, two, three more times enemies dropped.

			The fifth time I pulled the trigger the bullet spanged off a helmet. He took two steps back and fell on his ass. An irritated growl tore from my throat and I fired again, this bullet hitting him in the face as he sat there, dazed.

			Down to only three rounds my hands started flying through the reloading process when the low rumble of a Bradley's engine caught my attention.

			And just in time. Bullets tore up the pavement where I'd been standing as I dove behind a Hummer. Bullets thudded against the armor and my fur faintly glowed with static electricity jumping between the hairs. "Dammit!" I yelled as a badly mangled round from the Bradley's coax machine-gun took off the tip of my left ear. Checking for damage revealed I hadn't escaped unharmed—a round had left a furrow across my shoulders.

	Just in time, it turned out, as I dove behind a nearby car just ahead of a burst of rounds from the M240 mounted on the turret. A quick check for damage revealed I hadn't escaped unharmed—a round had creased my shoulders, leaving a painful trail of missing fur and flesh. The electric whine of the Bradley's turret pulled me out of my self-diagnostics and looked over at it. "Johnson, get the fuck out of there!" I bellowed as I reached out and triggered a flood of energy. ~~Static sparked along~~ my fur ~~and the distinctive smell of ozone tinged the air~~ as I unleashed a ~~boiling white ball~~ of ~~plasma~~ on the "Infantry Fighting Vehicle", melting it's aluminum armor and detonating the fuel and ammunition stored inside.		The electric whine of the Bradley's turret pulled me out of my self-diagnostics and looked over at it. "Johnson, get the fuck out of there!" I bellowed as I reached out and triggered a flood of energy. My eyes were glowing and electricity was sheeting down my fur as I stood and unleashed a hellstorm of plasm on the "Infantry Fighting Vehicle", melting it's aluminum armor and detonating the fuel and ammunition stored inside.

	When I was in High School there was a certain History teacher that knew numerous tricks for holding the attention of the class. One of those was an old stage-actors trick for making your voice very loud without yelling or screaming. Though he never taught anyone how to do it, I'd managed to learn it on my own and decided this was the time to use it. "All members of the invading armed forces, this is Sergeant Scott Summers Jameson of the Free Pennsylvania Special Forces unit 'Havoks Hounds'. Your presence and actions here constitute an implicit declaration of war against a sovereign nation. Surrender now and I promise that you will be treated as close to the standards of the Geneva Conventions as can be managed."		When I was in High School there was a certain History teacher that knew numerous tricks for holding the attention of the class. One of those was an old stage-actors trick for making your voice very loud without yelling or screaming. Though he never taught anyone how to do it, I'd managed to learn it on my own and decided this was the time to use it. "All members of the invading armed forces, this is Sergeant Scott Summers Jameson of the Free Pennsylvania Special Forces unit 'Havoks Hounds'. Your presence and actions here constitute an implicit declaration of war against a sovereign nation. Surrender now and I promise that you will be treated as close to the standards of the Geneva Conventions as can be managed."

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ShadowWolf: lets get the first rewrite of the clunky new section done and fix a typo while I'm at it.

2009-06-11T05:40:07Z

lets get the first rewrite of the clunky new section done and fix a typo while I'm at it.

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	It was cold, but with fatigues over my fur I was warm. The camp was located high in the ~~Appalahians~~, overlooking what had been the border between Pennsylvania and New York. Prime ~~Skying~~ country, as evidenced by the ski-lodge that had been turned into the company headquarters for the first special operations command. On New Years Eve there had been a guerilla attack on a nearby town, the forces coming out of New York and crossing back over the border. We'd lost important food and fuel supplies–and the town had lost it's doctor.		It was cold, but with fatigues over my fur I was warm. The camp was located high in the Appalachians, overlooking what had been the border between Pennsylvania and New York. Prime Skiing country, as evidenced by the ski-lodge that had been turned into the company headquarters for the first special operations command. On New Years Eve there had been a guerilla attack on a nearby town, the forces coming out of New York and crossing back over the border. We'd lost important food and fuel supplies–and the town had lost it's doctor.

	"Damned idiots! American Pride my Ass! The second something happened that weakened Washingtons grip the country shattered." The words came out more venomous and a lot harder to understand than they should have. Six months ago I'd left my job with PP&L, college and my pacifist ideals behind when a gang of looters had hit the dorms and killed everyone that they even suspected of trying to attack them. Including the ones that had walked out under a white flag to tell them that they could take what they wanted with no violence. One month ago I got hit with the Torch and "Went Teefer" – winding up the coal-black anthro-wolf I am today.		"Damned idiots! American Pride my Ass! The second something happened that weakened Washingtons grip the country shattered." The words came out more venomous and a lot harder to understand than they should have. Six months ago I'd left my job with PP&L, college and my pacifist ideals behind when a gang of looters had hit the dorms and killed everyone that they even suspected of trying to attack them. Including the ones that had walked out under a white flag to tell them that they could take what they wanted with no violence. One month ago I got hit with the Torch and "Went Teefer" – winding up the coal-black anthro-wolf I am today.
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	{{add\|With Johnson using the M16 to fire from one window and Paulson in the other with one of the Car-15's from the police armory it was time to get away.}} Paulson and Johnson nodded, then I opened the door and walked out, a total of 25 rounds for my 1911 in a leg pouch. The sentry turned and my knife entered his throat before he could make a sound. His partner on the watch was dead a few seconds later when the next man exited the doors and threw a blade of ice through his eye.

	~~Not only~~ was ~~this going easier than~~ I ~~expected~~, it was ~~going too well~~. I motioned and the men ~~began filing around~~ the ~~corner and~~ heading for the ~~vehicle I'd arranged to have parked there~~. As Paulson pulled back from the window and stepped out the doors, MP5 at the ready - leaving the police their weapon - floodlights and spotlights kicked on and a voice boomed over a loudspeaker. "Soldiers of the so-called 'Free State of Pennsylvania' surrender or be killed."		{{add\|"Johnson, Paulson! Overwatch positions. The rest of you, there is a truck around the corner. We're going to walk out these doors and get in the truck."}}

			The two soldiers took positions at the windows, Johnson making sure a grenade was loaded into the 203 slung under the barrel of the '16 I'd handed him and Paulson making sure to pull the charging handle of the AR-15 he'd found in the stations armory. Then they positioned themselves in the windows and I smiled. With luck we wouldn't fire a single shot - or have to use our TFOR granted abilities. But first there was the matter of the two sentries guarding the buildings entrance—the charge I'd used to breach the roof had been very loud and had definitely alerted the Canadians I'd been warned about.

			So I checked the safety on my 1911 and made sure it was secure in it's holster, then pulled my wickedly sharp Bowie and motioned to Jeffries. His power involved the creation and manipulation of ice - it'd come in handy in getting past the sentries. I waited for about a minute then opened the front door and grabbed the sentry as he passed by, my bowie entering at his hips and given a twist while my other hand grabbed his weapon. With a severed femoral artery the sentry was dead by the time his partner was skewered by a pair of ice-daggers thrown by Jeffries. Then I motioned and the men started moving out the doors, heading for the truck.

			As Paulson pulled back from the window and stepped out the doors, MP5 at the ready - leaving the police their weapon - floodlights and spotlights kicked on and a voice boomed over a loudspeaker. "Soldiers of the so-called 'Free State of Pennsylvania' surrender or be killed."

	Johnson opened up on the lights, the extra kinetic oomph he could give to his shots making the 5.56mm rounds have the same impact as a 120mm shell. Three shattered and the soldiers lined up against us started returning fire.		Johnson opened up on the lights, the extra kinetic oomph he could give to his shots making the 5.56mm rounds have the same impact as a 120mm shell. Three shattered and the soldiers lined up against us started returning fire.

	"Paulson, get out of here! Johnson, give me some cover." I shouted the order and charged down the steps, lobbing ~~the tiniest~~ balls of plasma ~~I could~~ at the enemy ~~to distract them~~. As I got close enough to have good accuracy, I opened fire with the Colt - the ~~singular report~~ of it's ~~massive and slow~~ .~~45 caliber shells marking~~ a ~~distinct impact against~~ the ~~light~~, ~~sharp cracks~~ of ~~the 5~~.~~56mm and 9mm shots~~ of the ~~other weapons in use. Each shot hit it~~'s ~~intended target~~ - ~~none~~ of ~~them lethal in~~ a ~~different caliber~~, ~~but~~ the ~~.45 ACP round was defined to be big~~ and ~~slow, creating massive damage~~.		"Paulson, get out of here! Johnson, give me some cover." I shouted the order and charged down the steps, my fur giving the faintest of static crackles as I started lobbing tiny balls of plasma at the enemy. As I got close enough to have good accuracy, I opened fire with the Colt—four shots, four kills, with a fifth shot hitting the helmet of the target and knocking him on his ass. With a growl I pulled my knife and threw it, thankful for the months of practice when it sunk into the neck of the guy I'd knocked down. I stooped to retrieve it and the rifle the guy had been carrying and the low rumble of a Bradley's engine caught my attention.

			Just in time, it turned out, as I dove behind a nearby car just ahead of a burst of rounds from the M240 mounted on the turret. A quick check for damage revealed I hadn't escaped unharmed—a round had creased my shoulders, leaving a painful trail of missing fur and flesh. The electric whine of the Bradley's turret pulled me out of my self-diagnostics and looked over at it. "Johnson, get the fuck out of there!" I bellowed as I reached out and triggered a flood of energy. Static sparked along my fur and the distinctive smell of ozone tinged the air as I unleashed a boiling white ball of plasma on the "Infantry Fighting Vehicle", melting it's aluminum armor and detonating the fuel and ammunition stored inside.

	~~That's when~~ I ~~noticed the Bradley turning to bring it's 30mm cannon to bear. "Johnson, get down!" I shouted as I reached deep into my reserves and unleashed~~ a ~~blast of plasma~~ that ~~went through~~ the ~~aluminum armor~~ of the ~~APC and several vehicles behind it~~. ~~The gunfire stopped as the ammo and fuel reserves in the vehicle detonated~~. ~~Using the best voice I could muster - one~~ I'd ~~learned years before from a particularly annoying high school teacher - I spoke~~. "All members of the invading ~~Canadian Military~~, this is Sergeant Scott Jameson of the Free Pennsylvania Special Forces. ~~This invasion is~~ an ~~act~~ of war ~~and will be treated as such~~. Surrender now and you will be treated as close to the standards of the Geneva Conventions as we can ~~manage~~."		When I was in High School there was a certain History teacher that knew numerous tricks for holding the attention of the class. One of those was an old stage-actors trick for making your voice very loud without yelling or screaming. Though he never taught anyone how to do it, I'd managed to learn it on my own and decided this was the time to use it. "All members of the invading armed forces, this is Sergeant Scott Summers Jameson of the Free Pennsylvania Special Forces unit 'Havoks Hounds'. Your presence and actions here constitute an implicit declaration of war against a sovereign nation. Surrender now and I promise that you will be treated as close to the standards of the Geneva Conventions as can be managed."

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ShadowWolf: minor addition - do not think for a minute that it is going to remain as written for long

2009-06-09T15:49:07Z

minor addition - do not think for a minute that it is going to remain as written for long

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	~~{{add\|~~Night fell and I worked my way back into town, staying deep in the shadows.}} Just before the collapse a brit had developed a device for focusing the blast of detcord with the aim at opening holes in walls, but I didn't have one. So I was going to improvise, using the C4 and a few garbage bags filled with water.		Night fell and I worked my way back into town, staying deep in the shadows. Just before the collapse a brit had developed a device for focusing the blast of detcord with the aim at opening holes in walls, but I didn't have one. So I was going to improvise, using the C4 and a few garbage bags filled with water.

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	"Time for a jailbreak, people. On your feet. Lets teach these Canuck bastards what happens when you fuck with the Hounds!" I yelled as I started lobbing plasma balls at the locks. I tossed my M16 to one of my men and the MP5 strapped to my back went to another. Two more grabbed the guards guns and we were moving for the police stations front door. All I needed to do was pull my pistol—a lovingly cared for M1911A1 ACP—and we'd have a good chance of making it free of the station. That, of course, also depended on this being a regular infantry unit and not special forces.		"Time for a jailbreak, people. On your feet. Lets teach these Canuck bastards what happens when you fuck with the Hounds!" I yelled as I started lobbing plasma balls at the locks. I tossed my M16 to one of my men and the MP5 strapped to my back went to another. Two more grabbed the guards guns and we were moving for the police stations front door. All I needed to do was pull my pistol—a lovingly cared for M1911A1 ACP—and we'd have a good chance of making it free of the station. That, of course, also depended on this being a regular infantry unit and not special forces.

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			{{note\|the following stuff is going to be massively in flux as I work on the exact details of the end of this battle. Writing fast-paced action from a first-person perspective is not something I have a lot of experience with}}
			{{add\|With Johnson using the M16 to fire from one window and Paulson in the other with one of the Car-15's from the police armory it was time to get away.}} Paulson and Johnson nodded, then I opened the door and walked out, a total of 25 rounds for my 1911 in a leg pouch. The sentry turned and my knife entered his throat before he could make a sound. His partner on the watch was dead a few seconds later when the next man exited the doors and threw a blade of ice through his eye.

			Not only was this going easier than I expected, it was going too well. I motioned and the men began filing around the corner and heading for the vehicle I'd arranged to have parked there. As Paulson pulled back from the window and stepped out the doors, MP5 at the ready - leaving the police their weapon - floodlights and spotlights kicked on and a voice boomed over a loudspeaker. "Soldiers of the so-called 'Free State of Pennsylvania' surrender or be killed."

			Johnson opened up on the lights, the extra kinetic oomph he could give to his shots making the 5.56mm rounds have the same impact as a 120mm shell. Three shattered and the soldiers lined up against us started returning fire.

			"Paulson, get out of here! Johnson, give me some cover." I shouted the order and charged down the steps, lobbing the tiniest balls of plasma I could at the enemy to distract them. As I got close enough to have good accuracy, I opened fire with the Colt - the singular report of it's massive and slow .45 caliber shells marking a distinct impact against the light, sharp cracks of the 5.56mm and 9mm shots of the other weapons in use. Each shot hit it's intended target - none of them lethal in a different caliber, but the .45 ACP round was defined to be big and slow, creating massive damage.

			That's when I noticed the Bradley turning to bring it's 30mm cannon to bear. "Johnson, get down!" I shouted as I reached deep into my reserves and unleashed a blast of plasma that went through the aluminum armor of the APC and several vehicles behind it. The gunfire stopped as the ammo and fuel reserves in the vehicle detonated. Using the best voice I could muster - one I'd learned years before from a particularly annoying high school teacher - I spoke. "All members of the invading Canadian Military, this is Sergeant Scott Jameson of the Free Pennsylvania Special Forces. This invasion is an act of war and will be treated as such. Surrender now and you will be treated as close to the standards of the Geneva Conventions as we can manage."

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ShadowWolf: this is on hiatus

2009-05-28T00:30:02Z

this is on hiatus

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