Nice, I'm actually a professional soldier for a change, instead of a bumbling idiot that fell down a manhole. Nice plot development so far: no doubt Corbec's going to come along and put down the rebellion himself. Epic showdown, anyone? =P -Pyroshark-

I'm in it, oh yes, pelvic thrusts all round.

I wanna be in. Just make me some random depressed kid, cause that's pretty much what I am.

Accurate, I wonder how many other billions of people are just like that. Please PM me.

um... i have a face, and 2 arms, and 2 feet, and, i have black hair, umm... yea.

“Gamerz here, you guys in position?” Gamerz asked into the radio. “Yup, ready when you are.” Crackled the reply. “Right, on three. Three!” Gamerz smashed open a door to the Assembly Room just as three others did the same. The Assembly Room itself was rectangular, with white-washed stone walls, wooden floors and beautiful carpets covering them. In the centre sat a mahogany, long table with six chairs, three on each side. That was where the surrender of Septagonia would be signed. Standing all around it were dozens of diplomats, army officers of two different nations, press representatives, servants and black-suited MI5 agents. She rolled through, like the others did, a single flash-bang grenade. Immediately after, all of the freedom fighters slammed shut the doors. They waited, and heard a series of crumps followed by screams of panic. “Go! Make ‘em really scream!” Gamerz barked into the radio, and kicked open the door. Her fellow rebels followed suit and smashed down the doors. Gamerz raised her P90 SMG and fired a prolong burst into the air. Women screamed and no one fired back, everyone was blind. “Drop your -blam!- weapons! Do it now! Get down!” She roared. Everyone obeyed, being both blind and terrified. “Now! Floodians on the left, everyone else on the right!” Gamerz ordered. The people hesitated. She waved over some comrades to make sure all entrances were locked, and to police weapons. “Don’t bloody screw with us you -blam!-s! We’ll blow your brains if you stay where you are!” Another fighter barked at them, and they sprang into action like scalded animals. Once they had finished milling around: “Now everyone throws their mobiles into the centre of the room!” Gamerz snapped again. Both the Septagonians and the Floodians tossed their mobile phones into a heap on the carpet. “That better be all of them. Anyone still holds onto theirs and we’ll kill two other people.” One person held his up for all to see then gingerly threw it onto the pile. “Good.” Gamerz muttered, then unloaded her P90 onto the mobile phones, provoking a yelp from the petrified hostages. Plastic, silicon and all manner of delicate electronic chips were shattered under a close range hail of bullets. Gamerz held the trigger down until the clip emptied, then ejected it once it clacked dry. “Now all Floodians off their clothes, down to your underwear.” She spat at the locals. Slowly, hesitantly, they obeyed. But one girl, a press reporter, sat with her arms folded across her chest. “She said, get rid of the clothes.” Hissed a freedom fighter, pointing at Gamerz. No reaction, the girl stayed as she was. Gamerz rubbed her hand on her chin, thinking. She sniffed, then sauntered over to the girl and crouched down to her height. “Well, well, little miss priss. Too proud for you own good, eh? Listen here and listen good, if you don’t drop those clothes we drop you and your friends. Get me?” Gamerz paused, letting her words sink in. With balaclavas on, armed with weapons most people couldn’t name and beefed up in Kevlar, the freedom fighters probably terrified the civilians. “Get me?” Gamerz grabbed the girl by her hair and yanked the girl up to face her. The girl was whimpering now, scared witless. “Stop it, you terrorist -blam!-!” Shouted someone. Gamerz dropped the girl to cry on the floor. “Wanna say that to my face?” Gamerz asked aloud, scanning the hostages with a look of pure poison. No reply. “Didn’t think so.” There was a burst of automatic machinegun fire, echoing along the marble entrance hall of the Convention Imperial, followed by a scream. “What the hell was that?” Tartan asked, his head whipping around. “Tell Corbec to back off! Tell him!” Sniper hissed. “-blam!-. Guards!? To us!” Xbox Halo Guy ordered, and the six Floodian soldiers in dress uniform present dashed over to him. “I want you to find whatever the hell that was, understood? If it’s a threat, you have my full authority to kill the ugly son-of-a--blam!-.” The soldiers saluted and set off. Xbox Halo Guy drew his pistol sidearm. “We should go.” Sniper Mcgee started. Tartan began to warn away Corbec’s incoming escort via radio earpiece. “I hear you. Come on Tartan, best come with us.” Xbox Halo guy agreed, it would be best for everyone if the two highest ranking Floodian officials were not taken hostage or killed in some kind of raid. “Not likely, I’m going to help other MI5 operatives secure the area, we can’t take any chances, you understand. You two go ahead.” Before the two others could offer any argument, Tartan dashed away, rounding a corner and going out of sight. “Come o- oh -blam!-!” Xbox Halo Guy exclaimed. A pack of rebels, armed, armoured and shouting all manner of obscenities, had burst into the room, just as the final professional soldier around had moved on. Oh the Irony. Xbox Halo Guy dropped his pistol and, like Sniper, put his hands up in surrender. No point in fighting this hopeless situation. The lethal-looking newcomers, faces hidden behind balaclavas swept the area and three broke off to capture the Floodians. “Namita. Semtex. Door. Now.” One of the three hissed, and a second of person made for the front door. “Well, well, quite the catch, eh? Two of the most infamous bastards in the whole country right before me. Better prepare for a war-crimes tribunal you sick little runts. Take them up to the Assembly Room, Gamerz radioed in, it’s secure.” The first said contemptuously. The third man grabbed the two Floodians and marched them away. “And I want three people in here at all times with Namita! Watch the door and let nothing through!” Pyroshark, the first man, shouted for all to hear. All objectives secure, and no doubt all vital hostages too. Very nicely done, if he did say so himself. [Edited on 2/14/2007]

[b]The Nun's Knickers.[/b] Corbec’s Glacier Blue, 3.2 Litre engine Quattro Audi TT growled menacingly to a stop. A Floodian Soldier, resplendent in a regal blue dress uniform, trimmed with Gold, marched forward and opened the right hand door so that His Imperial Majesty Corbec could step out. A biting chill wind gusted through Flondon, capital of Floodland, carrying with it a fine drizzle of rain. Despite the weather, a crowd of "politically correct" citizens had been herded out by the Police to cheer on the Emperor, albeit at gunpoint. They stood on the pavement around the decorative traffic island before the Convention Imperial, a historic building in one of the oldest and most prestigious sections of Flondon. It sat within sight of the now redundant Houses Of Parliament, and stood proud with other important buildings around a paved roundabout in a culdesac just next to a main road. It was an old building, very, very old. It was made of gleaming white stone mined from many miles away and transported specially for its construction several generations in the past. The front aspect was made up of four tall marble columns supporting an overhang roof, a wide, dark mahogany door and two narrow windows spanning the height of the front wall. The building had witnessed many great things, and many more terrible scenes. Such as only a few hours ago, when a peaceful, pro-democracy, anti-war protest was brutally put down by riot police with electric cattle prods and live ammunition. The blood still stained some of the road and pavement. The citizens cheered as Corbec, immaculately dressed in a jet-black suit, took the marble staircase up to the building two at a time. The Septagonian truce delegation was already assembled inside. Namita Karazaki smoothed a stray strand of her light blue hair out of an eye as she finished wiring up the explosives pack. Behind her, another eighteen survivors of the 3rd Volunteer Division waited patiently in the total darkness, wearing Kevlar vests, some with black balaclavas, all of them armed with a range of weaponry. Namita was wearing a form-fitting combat suit, essentially Lycra with Kevlar molecules mixed in, and a backpack filled with ammunition and explosives. She was voluptuously thin and tall, tanned and had a ponytail of light blue hair that had an annoying habit of getting out of place at the worst moments. Such as wiring up several pounds of explosives to blow up the side of a tunnel, which could then cave in and kill you. No pressure really. “Pyroshark wants to know when you’ll be done.” Gamerz whispered into her ear, leaning over. “I’m almost ready, just have to figure out this final part here.” Using a handheld torch for light, she pointed at a part of the bomb that looked completely unremarkable. “Fine, whatever, just hurry up if at all possible.” Corbec burst through the front door of the Convention Imperial, and found Xbox Halo Guy, Chief of the Intelligence departments MI5 and MI6 and Sniper Mcgee, Minister Of Defence waiting for him. Just before the war, Colonel Corbec had used a loophole in the last Parliamentary decree for Heads of State that, if the country was in a state of dire emergency, the King or Queen (in this case Emperor,) could overrule both the Prime Minister and the Houses Of Parliament. Using the pretence that this was for the good of the country, Corbec dissolved Parliament and deposed the Prime Minister. He replaced all of his Cabinet Ministers with politicians friendly to his cause, and as such wiped out any and all political opposition to him. Because of this, the only Ministers Of Parliament that had even the vaguest hint of power were those who had befriended Corbec. One of those ministers was Sniper Mcgee, a man who had suppported the war against Septagonia from the start. Sniper was fairly tall, with short, light brown hair, he had soft features that made his slightly muscular frame stand out all the more. Xbox Halo Guy had been the head of both Foreign and Domestic Intelligence for quite some time now, and had recently been given control of the newly founded Department for Civil Protection (DCP for short)-in other words the Secret Police. The rumour mill said he personally ran “interrogations” using red hot pokers, saws, hammers and other brutal equipment that lasted for hours on end. The theory for his sinister, analytical nature was his puny size, perhaps giving him some sort of complex. “Is the police cordon set up?” Sniper Mcgee asked. “Almost. DCP’ll be clearing up the crowds outside in a moment.” Corbec said. “You know Tartan, I could never figure out why they selected you as a double for Corbec in the first place. I mean, you just need to say something and wham! Your cover’s blown.” Xbox Halo Guy remarked, pointing out that the real Corbec’s accent was regal, flowing and southern, whilst Tartan’s could only have come from the grim, post-industrial doomscape of a Northern Mining Town. “Well, orders are orders.” Tartan 118 explained. Tartan 118 was an MI5 agent that was being used to double up for Corbec-no chances could be taken here. Tartan was already fairly similar to Corbec, only a little smaller, and his hair was a shade darker than Corbec’s blonde. “Will the Empress be attending as well?” Xbox Halo Guy asked. “No, she’s off to the King’s Arms Hospital for her Lung surgery. How many people actually showed up for this thing?” Tartan replied. “Well, you’ve got some people from the Septagonian Army and Government, a truckload of news-crews from all over the planet, and a small army of security personnel on patrol. I’m telling you, Tartan, this place is more secure than a Nuns’ underwear.” Sniper explained. “Right, well, I’ll call in for Corbec himself to show up.” Tartan began fiddling with his hidden ear-piece radio. “And you’re sure Corbec’s in?” Pyroshark snapped into the radio. “Yeah, he just came in a blue Audi, look, I can’t see Sally, but I’m telling you he’s in there!” Came the reply from the twentieth member of the team, safely hidden away on ground level, watching over the front door of the Convention Imperial. “And you’re sure?” “I’m certain it’s him, go get him now.” Pyroshark slapped Namita Karazaki on the back. “Fire in the hole!” She shouted, and everyone in the tunnel opened their mouths so that the overpressure of the explosion wouldn’t burst their ear drums. Down the tunnel, a safe distance away, the powerful explosive tore apart the tunnel wall with a mighty blast. “Go kill something!” Pyroshark barked. The freedom fighters poured forward and through the breach they had created. Just as the stolen schematics of the building had said, they were in a sub-level basement of some kind, dark and unused, consisting of a corridor branching off left and right. “As we planned!” Gamerz ordered, and the group headed their separate ways, ten people, including Gamerz taking the right, and Pyroshark, Namita and seven others going left. The plan was that two groups, each of five people, would flank the Assembly Room, a spacious meeting room being used to hold the surrender. That was where the majority of the gathering would be, and those that they wished to capture. The second team of nine would set up shop around the front door, blocking the way out that most of the people would take to get out. Namita would then line the front door with Semtex explosives and wire them to explode on an infra-red signal. The hostages would be rounded up and herded into the Assembly Room, and the hostage takers would make their demands known by using a Laptop and web cam. Simple. Pyroshark kicked down a heavy, polished wooden door, and burst through into the room, Uzi SMG blazing. Unheeding of the bullets zipping just past his head, he riddled a pair of MI5 agents in suits and sunglasses, then raked more bullets across the room. Behind him, two more freedom fighters charged out through the doorway, blasting at anything that moved. Across the room, another door burst open and three more freedom fighters emerged to flank and cut down any other MI5 agents or Floodian soldiers. “Keep going! Kill anything that has a gun!” Pyroshark shouted. The room, a simple sitting area for VIPs to wait before meetings and sip whiskey lay now in ruin, with MI5 agents and soldiers in dress uniform scattered around. A fellow freedom fighter shot a third door in the room off of it’s hinges with a Spas 12 shotgun, sending the wooden partition hurtling into the adjoining area. The nine-strong team moved on, leaving no dead behind them. [Edited on 2/13/2007]

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Pyroshark Jeez, Corbec, you don't really give yourself much of a break do you? Most of us would've been content to wait a few weeks, and in the meantime you'd be able to get the general plot of the story together and maybe even write up the first few chapters before release. Then again, I'm not complaining. =)[/quote] Actually, it's pretty hard to get this by right now. I've got a Maths Tutor now, a truckload of homework that I'm still discovering even three days after I last had a day at school, a friends place to go to tomorrow, and my parents arguing whilst my prat of sister gets in the way right now. So yeah, next part should come today. [quote]I'm going to get my story up and running hopefully this week; sorry I wasn't able to do it during the weekend, but I was swamped with work. I'm setting myself the target of Wednesday. Hell, I'll even bring a USB pen into school and type it up there, if I can get away with it. Keep an eye open.[/quote] Ah, right, OK. Well, it's half term with me, so in theory I could get some more written up this week. That is taking into account the aforementioned interferences. [quote]Great job so far. I've noticed some new readers; that's always a plus. Hopefully there'll be a bigger fanbase this time round than in "Parallel Worlds" - it was pretty much me, JS and Xbox Halo Guy reading it towards the end. I'm wondering where Sid Saber's went...? [/quote] Yes, well I've taken measures to improve visibilty and public profile this time around, posting a pilot story to grab attention on many private forum-(to many a moderators chagrin,) and that seems to have helped. I also decided to throw in new people as well, many of the new people you see are around because I PM'd them, rather than leave the thread to do the grabbing of passers-by for itself. And as for SId? Well, I think she died somewhere.

Schweet, a new Flood story! Yayz! Jeez, Corbec, you don't really give yourself much of a break do you? Most of us would've been content to wait a few weeks, and in the meantime you'd be able to get the general plot of the story together and maybe even write up the first few chapters before release. Then again, I'm not complaining. =) I'm going to get my story up and running hopefully this week; sorry I wasn't able to do it during the weekend, but I was swamped with work. I'm setting myself the target of Wednesday. Hell, I'll even bring a USB pen into school and type it up there, if I can get away with it. Keep an eye open. Great job so far. I've noticed some new readers; that's always a plus. Hopefully there'll be a bigger fanbase this time round than in "Parallel Worlds" - it was pretty much me, JS and Xbox Halo Guy reading it towards the end. I'm wondering where Sid Saber's went...? Anywho, I digress. [i]Write, man, as if your life depended on it![/i] -Pyroshark-

To be fair, you left the start of this one fairly open ended and easy to understand.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Gamerz_Property Hey, Corbec, I read it, and I just wanted to say, nice writing. Props, and I hope I can be in the next one, as well. *huggles* -Kayla[/quote] So you understand what's going on? I tried to include a sort-of description, but you'd be best off if you read the others.

Hey, Corbec, I read it, and I just wanted to say, nice writing. Props, and I hope I can be in the next one, as well. *huggles* -Kayla

I just mull them over for several days just before I go to sleep.

I return from arse whooping on R6V and find a story to read. Hurrah! It's a damn nice intro to it as well. I just wish I knew where you got the imagination for all of these stories from...

Very well, carry on it is.

Hm. other aspiring or have made it, writters. hah, it's always interesting, seeing how the others are portrayed. keep going, please.

No, I just went to school. Nothing that special.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Colonel Corbec [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Sniper McGee How did you learn to write, Colonel?[/quote] I went to school? That help?[/quote] I was just wondering. Some people have been writing for years or had special training.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Sniper McGee How did you learn to write, Colonel?[/quote] I went to school? That help?

How did you learn to write, Colonel?

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Namita Karazaki A ha! It's fun stuff....can I join? [/quote] I don't see why not. I could probably fit you in. All I require for your entry to the story is a description or Photot of you. Please PM this to me so that I do not lose it.

A ha! It's fun stuff....can I join?

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Namita Karazaki I'm reading it...hold on...[/quote] Ah, sorry there, do carry on.

I'm reading it...hold on...

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Namita Karazaki meh 'tis the flood???? Interesting...[/quote] Can I help you?

meh 'tis the flood???? Interesting...