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8/23/2006 4:18:29 PM
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The Flood 2!
[b]The Coronation.[/b]
“And I swear to lead this great Nation with honour, and bravery! I will fight the pall oppression [i]The Ninjas[/i] have brought unto us all! The Republic Of Flood land will be a Free Nation!” Cortana5 finished. A Royal servant lowered the crown onto her head, and an explosion of cheering erupted from the crowd. Pieces of Confetti tumbled down from the clear, blue sky, and Church Bells rang. Cortana gave a bow in her purple, flowing dress to her adoring people.
“I’m Pika Ownage, reporting live from this joyous occasion. Cortana 5 has just now been crowned Queen of The Republic. People are cheering everywhere, safe in the knowledge Cortana will protect them from the tyrants that are [i]The Forum Ninjas[/i].”
As Pika Ownage mentioned [i]The Ninjas[/i], a crash of thunder sounded across the land.
“But that’s all from me, however, we’ll keep bringing Live updates to you soon. Back to JAVA at the studio.” Pika finished, and the screen switched to a rather disturbing man in pink.
“And now for some news on Colonel Corbec’s [i]fabulous[/i] new story, Spartan 3-”
He slammed his fist into the hard, mahogany table and closed down the Wide Screen he and the others had been watching. They sat around a semi circle, mahogany table that looked in on a Wide Screen TV.
But for overhead lights, the room was as black as their uniforms.
“This woman is a threat.” He said.
“Agreed.” Said another, the hard glare of the lights glinting off his bald head.
“What do we do?” Asked a burning man, seemingly undisturbed by the flames that consumed him.
“Do we finish her ourselves?” Asked another.
“No. To do so would have these idiots stand up in anger to us. If we killed her, then there would be a rebellion. We don’t need that right now.” Said another one.
“Then we have a Private Party to kill her.” Said the first, he pressed some buttons on his remote. The screen flashed into life, and cycled through some images until it reached one of a man with the markings of a Colonel on his shoulder boards.
“You called?” Said The Colonel.
“We would like to make an order. Cortana5 is endangering our stability. Kill her, but do it fast. The longer she stays in the throne, the worse it will be. We know you hold no love for The Republic.” The first speaker explained.
“Go on.”
“Cortana will be at a wedding tomorrow, one between GezaB and OC Girl. That will be your opportunity to strike.”
“I will be well paid, yes?”
“Yes you will.”
“Good, have the money transferred to my overseas account. And as usual, no-one finds about this, correct?”
“Correct.”
“Have the Intel sent over to me and I’ll see what can be done.” The Colonel said, signing off.
“We should send in another in case he fails.” Said the bald one.
“Alright then.” Said the first, and they cycled through images until they reached someone who blazed with flames and looked like a shark.
“Pyroshark, we would like to make an order…”
[Edited on 8/23/2006]
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Colonel Corbec [b]The Wedding.[/b] “And so, we are here today to bring this two people together. OC Girl, do you take GezaB to be your lawful wedded husband?” Halifax asked, clad in the purple/black robes of a Flood Land Priest. Colonel Corbec, perched on a tree some distance back, angled his SVD Dragunov Sniper Rifle. Hidden in the tree line that overlooked the wedding, he had a good position. The guests and some security were all in the Garden, which had been prepared for the occasion. That said, he couldn’t quite get an angle on Cortana5, but he could tell she was wearing a sweet short skirt. It was almost a shame to kill her. He drifted the barrel. Target lock, the back of Reanimation’s head. He drifted. Target lock, a security guard’s groin. He drifted. Target Lock, Halifax’s right eyeball. He didn’t make a shot, he only wanted to kill Cortana5. Muffin Man One was sitting on the back steps of the Wedding Reception. He was munching on a chocolate chip Muffin and crying into his glass of Whiskey when something hit him. Pyroshark tugged on the Garrotte as the squirming servant tried to break free. But before long, the struggles ceased, and Muffin Man lay still. Pyroshark dragged him away into the shadows. He relieved Muffin Man of his Muffin Inc. uniform and nametag saying: [i]Hi! My name’s Muffin Man One![/i] The perfect disguise. Pyroshark walked calmly into what seemed to be the Kitchen. “Muffin Man! Get on with it! The guests are going to be looking for their food!” Shouted a Chef, looking right at Pyroshark, but for some reason not seeing he wasn’t actually Muffin Man. Maybe it was the nametag, he thought. Pyroshark looked around and spotted a tray full of Muffins, sitting on a work surface, freshly baked. He went to the tray and carefully opened a small container he had hidden on his person. It was entitled: “Teh Mega Haxorz Dust.” As lethal as cyanide, he sprinkled some on one of the Muffins, being careful not to spill the poison everywhere. Pyroshark looked through an open doorway to the Wedding. OC Girl and GezaB had just reached: “You may now kiss the Bride.” He shook his head and picked up the tray, gingerly, he moved towards the cheering guests. Corbec cursed. He had just had a shot when everyone had stood up to clap and cheer for the happily married couple, but before he could decorate the garden with Cortana’s brain, someone had got in the way. He waited a little longer, the guests and the now married couple had congregated at another part of the garden. They either sat on benches or stood and talked. Servants moved amongst them. Grunt Farmer was going into a deep and complicated explanation of farming techniques, Mikethewarrior was being beaten up behind a corner, Ferret was telling a particularly loud joke and-there was Cortana5. He breathed out, and angled towards her head. No crosswind, account for the distance. One shot. Bam. Easy. Pyroshark walked towards where he had spotted Cortana5 last. She was sitting on a garden bench with GezaB and OC Girl, she seemed to be telling OC girl how nice her dress looked. “Your Highness. Would you like a Muffin?” He asked. “Certainly… Muffin Man One.” Said OC Girl, reaching over and taking a Muffin from the tray and reading his nametag. “I don’t know if that’s…” Pyroshark gasped as OC Girl took the poisoned Muffin and had a bite out of it. She gulped down the lethal snack, licking her lips. “Nice?” Asked GezaB. She didn’t reply. “Honey?” OC Girl made a choking noise, clutched her throat and rolled over onto GezaB. “Oh Hell, are you OK? Speak to me!” He pleaded to his writhing wife. She shook for one last time and lay still. “Nooooooooo!!!!1!” Geza cried, holding his dead lover close. Corbec had just got a shot in. “Sorry ma’am, just doing my job.” He said to himself and pulled the trigger-just as Halifax stepped in front of her. “Bloody Hell!” He spat. Pyroshark dropped the Muffins as Halifax dropped onto him. Slowly, he lowered him to the ground, grimly noting the bullet hole near his left armpit. He was already dead, and Pyroshark assumed the bullet had punctured the heart. Accompanied by the sound of GezaB’s wailing, a dozen of Cortana5’s bodyguards jumped in between The Queen and everyone else. “Step back!” One shouted at Pyroshark, kicking him for emphasis. Rubbing his bruised arm, Pyroshark staggered away. He went inside and leant against the Kitchen wall. All this misery. All this suffering. Why was he doing this? He wasn’t hard up for cash. He was a loyal member of The Flood, and he was suddenly ashamed for what he had tried to do. He got out his Mobile Phone and punched in: 01344 777 777. “Hello.” “It’s over. The Flood will never give in to you monsters. Cortana5 lives.” “You traitors! You and Corbec will bleed for this! Mark my words!” The Irate voice on the other end of the phone yelled, and cut off. Pyroshark threw the Phone to the ground and smashed it up with his foot. Corbec leapt down from his position. He went around the back of the tree he had crouched on and opened the zip on his equipment bag. With a speed only granted to those with years of experience, he disassembled his Dragunov Rifle and put the parts into his bag. He closed it up and slung it over his shoulder. No point in trying again here, the security was too alert. He ducked through bushes and jumped fallen logs until he reached the dirt track where his Glacier Blue Audi TT sat patiently. He opened the boot, dropped off his bag and closed the boot up. He went around to the right-hand side of his car and started up the 3.2 Litre Beauty. He roared away, no-one even knowing he was there. [/quote] *Spits out Cough medicine* A wedding.. no man... just NO. [Edited on 10/3/2006]
