SpikeOtacon
Apr 17, 2004, 10:34 PM
Chapter one
The patter of rain around him was soothing, calming his nerves, making his aim easier. But at the same time, the rain obstructed his view, making his field of vision shorter. With each breath his nerves calmed and his heart paced. His finger on the trigger, his eye on the sight. His bright green hair was pushed back, out of the way of his eye so he could have a full field of vision. His hair was spiked up, and it strangely matched the bushes he was hiding in.
This was Raziel, a RAmar who graduated as top of his class from Lance's Military acadamy. And expert at marksmanship, disguises, and pychological torture. The profile for either a psycho-maniac, or a derranged sniper. He wore a green suit most of the time, as most of his work was in the forest. His red eyes made his spiked green hair stand out even more. He had custom-made a mouth piece to cover his mouth and nose, to work as a breathing apperatus. With it, he could easily resist many gases used in ambushes, as well as hide under water and hold his breath longer. But this was no helmet. He despised having his head covered. It was also used to administer anistetics in case of a severe wound.
Through his scope, he could see a RAmar with a red suit on, carrying a black package. He was nervously looking from side to side. He saw the man shivver a bit from the cold, but he felt nothing. Still watching his movements carefully, he noticed that he had a nervous tick. He would constantly scratch the back of his head while looking around. The man had a Spread Needle. He was DEFINATLY not planning on just self-defense.
"Remember, if the situation looks hostile, be SURE to eliminate the man without a second thought."
These words rang in his memory, and he immidiatly took them into mind when he saw the RAmar reach for the front of the Spread Needle and cock it back, preparing for an attack. The man suddenly turned to his left, and lifted his gun abit. Raziel put his finger closer to the trigger. His heart rate jumped abit, and he began to breathe slowly to get it back down. The man lowered his gun when he saw a HUcast come into the room, carrying a black package. This was the decoy that Black Paper sent in. The man smiled a fake, corny smile. Raziel knew there was trouble, and kept on alert. The man kept his hands on his Spread Needle, keeping his finger near the trigger. Raz's radio clicked on, and he took his finger off the trigger for a moment to put his earpiece in.
"...you got the shit that Black Paper owes to my organisation or what, man?" The RAmar asked in a cocky, snobby kind of voice. His manners were definatly not the best.
"Black Paper owes no one nothing, and only trades, never gives." The HUcast replied sharply.
"Yeah yeah, we know that. That's why I brought you this..." The RAmar reached for his black package, and opened it up. The airlock made a belch sound when it opened. Raziel zoomed in to see what it was. Hundreds of small blue crystals were in the package.
"...Sapphire Photons, huh?" The android said sternly. "Indeed a worthy trade. Black Paper will be pleased." The HUcast took one of the crystals, examined it, and placed it back in the package.
"But if you can, try to incapacitate him. A man with his education in computers will most definatly be a prize for the market. Wouldn't you agree, Raziel?"
The RAmar was shaking a bit.
"Lemme see your shit now." He asked. The HUcast held up his hands.
"Hold on a moment, don't be so pushy. Calm down." It said. Raziel's first thought was that the HUcast was being too nice, but being a trade-bot it probably had to be. The HUcast turned for his package, and the RAmar lifted up his Spread Needle, placing his finger on the trigger. Raz's senses all burst to life and immidiatly he took aim and fired his Wals at the hand of the RAmar. The RAmar screamed and dropped the gun. The HUcast turned around to face the RAmar and held a Suppressed Gun in his hands.
"Let this be a lesson to The Order, pal." The HUcast leveled the gun at the RAmar's head and blew it clean off. Blood sprayed in the air, the mortal crimson cloud becoming a fine mist and then dissapearing with the rain. The man lay limp on the floor.
"The order...I've always hated them...crazy religious hippies...Never trust one, Raz. Never."
The HUcast grabbed the other package. He turned to Raziel's general location and waved.
"Thanks for the assistance! I'll let Black Paper know of your performance. See you back at HQ!" The HUcast said, running out of the room. Raz stared at the newly dead Order-man. He took a deep breath, let it out, and turned his back, heading back for pioneer two.
The patter of rain around him was soothing, calming his nerves, making his aim easier. But at the same time, the rain obstructed his view, making his field of vision shorter. With each breath his nerves calmed and his heart paced. His finger on the trigger, his eye on the sight. His bright green hair was pushed back, out of the way of his eye so he could have a full field of vision. His hair was spiked up, and it strangely matched the bushes he was hiding in.
This was Raziel, a RAmar who graduated as top of his class from Lance's Military acadamy. And expert at marksmanship, disguises, and pychological torture. The profile for either a psycho-maniac, or a derranged sniper. He wore a green suit most of the time, as most of his work was in the forest. His red eyes made his spiked green hair stand out even more. He had custom-made a mouth piece to cover his mouth and nose, to work as a breathing apperatus. With it, he could easily resist many gases used in ambushes, as well as hide under water and hold his breath longer. But this was no helmet. He despised having his head covered. It was also used to administer anistetics in case of a severe wound.
Through his scope, he could see a RAmar with a red suit on, carrying a black package. He was nervously looking from side to side. He saw the man shivver a bit from the cold, but he felt nothing. Still watching his movements carefully, he noticed that he had a nervous tick. He would constantly scratch the back of his head while looking around. The man had a Spread Needle. He was DEFINATLY not planning on just self-defense.
"Remember, if the situation looks hostile, be SURE to eliminate the man without a second thought."
These words rang in his memory, and he immidiatly took them into mind when he saw the RAmar reach for the front of the Spread Needle and cock it back, preparing for an attack. The man suddenly turned to his left, and lifted his gun abit. Raziel put his finger closer to the trigger. His heart rate jumped abit, and he began to breathe slowly to get it back down. The man lowered his gun when he saw a HUcast come into the room, carrying a black package. This was the decoy that Black Paper sent in. The man smiled a fake, corny smile. Raziel knew there was trouble, and kept on alert. The man kept his hands on his Spread Needle, keeping his finger near the trigger. Raz's radio clicked on, and he took his finger off the trigger for a moment to put his earpiece in.
"...you got the shit that Black Paper owes to my organisation or what, man?" The RAmar asked in a cocky, snobby kind of voice. His manners were definatly not the best.
"Black Paper owes no one nothing, and only trades, never gives." The HUcast replied sharply.
"Yeah yeah, we know that. That's why I brought you this..." The RAmar reached for his black package, and opened it up. The airlock made a belch sound when it opened. Raziel zoomed in to see what it was. Hundreds of small blue crystals were in the package.
"...Sapphire Photons, huh?" The android said sternly. "Indeed a worthy trade. Black Paper will be pleased." The HUcast took one of the crystals, examined it, and placed it back in the package.
"But if you can, try to incapacitate him. A man with his education in computers will most definatly be a prize for the market. Wouldn't you agree, Raziel?"
The RAmar was shaking a bit.
"Lemme see your shit now." He asked. The HUcast held up his hands.
"Hold on a moment, don't be so pushy. Calm down." It said. Raziel's first thought was that the HUcast was being too nice, but being a trade-bot it probably had to be. The HUcast turned for his package, and the RAmar lifted up his Spread Needle, placing his finger on the trigger. Raz's senses all burst to life and immidiatly he took aim and fired his Wals at the hand of the RAmar. The RAmar screamed and dropped the gun. The HUcast turned around to face the RAmar and held a Suppressed Gun in his hands.
"Let this be a lesson to The Order, pal." The HUcast leveled the gun at the RAmar's head and blew it clean off. Blood sprayed in the air, the mortal crimson cloud becoming a fine mist and then dissapearing with the rain. The man lay limp on the floor.
"The order...I've always hated them...crazy religious hippies...Never trust one, Raz. Never."
The HUcast grabbed the other package. He turned to Raziel's general location and waved.
"Thanks for the assistance! I'll let Black Paper know of your performance. See you back at HQ!" The HUcast said, running out of the room. Raz stared at the newly dead Order-man. He took a deep breath, let it out, and turned his back, heading back for pioneer two.