Badlands Justice Season One
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#26
"If you all want to take a look inside, be my guest, but I think we shouldn't waste too much time with it if we're going to get enough rest. I want to be fresh for when we catch up with those smugglers. Four hundred meters sounds like a good distance to set up camp though."
#27
I say we all just go to sleep, I will take first watch if need be. No reason to go poking our head in where we know there are truck eating monsters. Actually... Lets wire up the cave with a few nades! That'll give us a little home security throughout the night.
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#28
Wire the cave with...
"NO! No grenades!" Jay cried.
"NO! No grenades!" Jay cried.
"it takes two sides to end a war but only one to start one. And those who do not have swords may still die upon them." Tolken
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#29
No watch for you, I will do the honors. You grenade crazy freak....
"Sir, are you classified as human?"
"Negative, I am a meat popsicle."
Corbin Dallas - The Fifth Element
"Negative, I am a meat popsicle."
Corbin Dallas - The Fifth Element
#30
Now see, you guys talk about grenades like they are a bad thing. I look at grenades as a metaphor for life. All contained, holding itself in, until just the right moment, when it explodes into a brilliant show of fire and light. Just like us, we all live our lifes, not showing our true strength... until the right moment, when we explode into action, and truly shine. :)
At least, thats how Private Roberts feels about them... I tend to agree.
At least, thats how Private Roberts feels about them... I tend to agree.
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#31
"Metaphor for life my pale ass! If you string up grenades the barnabies we saw last time will trigger them and everyone in the damn desert will be able to figure out where we are. I don't know about you but given the amount of people we've pissed off... I'm against letting people know where we are just right now. NO GRENADES!" Jay declared with iron certainity. He was not driving through another arty barrage.
"it takes two sides to end a war but only one to start one. And those who do not have swords may still die upon them." Tolken
#32
Jaxon sighed and started heading to the back of the Longrunner, looking for a spare bunk. Whatever happened, he needed some sleep.
The cave and the area around it was relatively silent. A few creatures moved around in the sands, emerging from the caves now that night had fallen.
The cave and the area around it was relatively silent. A few creatures moved around in the sands, emerging from the caves now that night had fallen.
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#33
*Ca-Click* (Bullspringer+night vision goggles)
I'll keep and eye out tonight. You guys get some rest.
I'll keep and eye out tonight. You guys get some rest.
"Sir, are you classified as human?"
"Negative, I am a meat popsicle."
Corbin Dallas - The Fifth Element
"Negative, I am a meat popsicle."
Corbin Dallas - The Fifth Element
#35
The dug in Visigoth main battle tanks dominated the Militia line. Each tank was unmoving, waiting patiently for any tasty morsel willing to present itself. He had never feared the Militia, they had always seemed to be poorly trained, poorly motivated and if anything poorly skilled. Still, he had to grudgingly admit that their equipment killed just the same as their own and this time, whoever was in charge of that den of snakes knew what they were doing. The frontal armor of those tanks would keep anything that his platoon had to offer at bay. Without some sort of Gear or better yet Aller support there was not much that they could do but dig in and pray that the snakes did not have artillery shells to throw against them.
He remembered crawling back to the second layer of fortifications hoping that his commander had good news. He had been mistaken. He had not been present for the entire conversation but the camp was abuzz with activity. Something was going on and he was not exactly sure what. He distinctly remembered hearing snippets of conversation. Charge that line? It was suicide. There was no way that their numbers and their weapons could do anything against that Southern line aside from being swallowed up and devoured whole! He saw many faces, but it was the face of Jay that he remembered most of all. He had seen it coming moments before it had actually happened. He could have tried to say something, done something but he did not. He saw the train wreck that was about to happen in his mind’s eye but he did nothing. Why? Had it been fear or something else?
The sound of the shot resonated through the camp and dispelled all other noise. The CO had been trying to kill them, and he had been killed in turn. No one mourned him, not at first but they all realized what had been done. What Jay had done. Jay had saved their lives, spared them as equally as the Prophet offered salvation to all believers. Jay had offered his military career for the survival of their unit. When he spoke, the unit as a whole listened. There would be no charge, there would be no misguided but heroic sacrifice of northern blood.
His eyes snapped open as he awoke with a start. His hands instinctively reaching for the weapon he knew lay at his side.
“Shit.â€
He remembered crawling back to the second layer of fortifications hoping that his commander had good news. He had been mistaken. He had not been present for the entire conversation but the camp was abuzz with activity. Something was going on and he was not exactly sure what. He distinctly remembered hearing snippets of conversation. Charge that line? It was suicide. There was no way that their numbers and their weapons could do anything against that Southern line aside from being swallowed up and devoured whole! He saw many faces, but it was the face of Jay that he remembered most of all. He had seen it coming moments before it had actually happened. He could have tried to say something, done something but he did not. He saw the train wreck that was about to happen in his mind’s eye but he did nothing. Why? Had it been fear or something else?
The sound of the shot resonated through the camp and dispelled all other noise. The CO had been trying to kill them, and he had been killed in turn. No one mourned him, not at first but they all realized what had been done. What Jay had done. Jay had saved their lives, spared them as equally as the Prophet offered salvation to all believers. Jay had offered his military career for the survival of their unit. When he spoke, the unit as a whole listened. There would be no charge, there would be no misguided but heroic sacrifice of northern blood.
His eyes snapped open as he awoke with a start. His hands instinctively reaching for the weapon he knew lay at his side.
“Shit.â€
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#36
"Damn dawgs...", Davan whispered to himself, "alrighty then, lets see if we can pick up anything on the thermals."
"Sir, are you classified as human?"
"Negative, I am a meat popsicle."
Corbin Dallas - The Fifth Element
"Negative, I am a meat popsicle."
Corbin Dallas - The Fifth Element
#37
Jaxon twitched slightly as Jael woke with a start. The PaxSec agent was clearly having trouble sleeping as well, not from lack of sleep, but being unable to wake up from his own bad dreams. A Paxton-made pistol rested just a few feet from his bedroll.
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The thermal did not reveal much more, only obscuring the further targets. Hoppers skittered around the darkness, and a few Barnabies stirred inside the caves.
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The thermal did not reveal much more, only obscuring the further targets. Hoppers skittered around the darkness, and a few Barnabies stirred inside the caves.
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#38
*tap* *tap*
"Lael, your up for watch, so far just wildlife stirring around out there.... Have fun"
"Lael, your up for watch, so far just wildlife stirring around out there.... Have fun"
"Sir, are you classified as human?"
"Negative, I am a meat popsicle."
Corbin Dallas - The Fifth Element
"Negative, I am a meat popsicle."
Corbin Dallas - The Fifth Element
#39
Blue orbs slid slowly over his surroundings. He could feel the vibrations of the vehicle as it carried him and the others towards their final destination. His eyes came to a stop once he caught sight of their guest lying not too far away from him. It was not as if even a long runner could be considered roomy. Still, the Paxton security agent had handled himself well enough. It did not take long for him to realize that the agent himself seemed to be in the middle of his own dream induced struggle.
His first instinct was to help, to reach out to the stranger and attempt to guide him back to the real world. Of course, this instinct was suppressed for a moment as he considered his options. He had no idea what the man was capable of and more importantly what would be his reaction to an attempt to wake him? He knew Jay and the others. He had fought alongside them; he had bled and lived with them. For a moment, he hesitated as a part of him whispering that letting the man wake under his own terms was the best and safest course of action.
Nonetheless, did the Prophet not encourage mercy towards fellow man? Well, not towards the snakes of course but everyone else. He had nothing against Paxton arms itself. He took a deep breath and held it for a moment before slowly releasing it. In the handful of heart beats between those breaths he made his decision. He moved purposefully, untangling himself from his own simple bedding before making his way quietly to the agent’s side. The position and relative distance of the man’s side arm was noted but he made no move towards it. Touching that firearm might wake the man and set him off. He knew that if he found a stranger touching his firearm the reaction would be less than ideal. As such, he had to be careful.
His left hand reached out and touched the agent’s leg. The contact was brief but firm, his lips parting a moment later as he spoke.
“Agent.â€
His first instinct was to help, to reach out to the stranger and attempt to guide him back to the real world. Of course, this instinct was suppressed for a moment as he considered his options. He had no idea what the man was capable of and more importantly what would be his reaction to an attempt to wake him? He knew Jay and the others. He had fought alongside them; he had bled and lived with them. For a moment, he hesitated as a part of him whispering that letting the man wake under his own terms was the best and safest course of action.
Nonetheless, did the Prophet not encourage mercy towards fellow man? Well, not towards the snakes of course but everyone else. He had nothing against Paxton arms itself. He took a deep breath and held it for a moment before slowly releasing it. In the handful of heart beats between those breaths he made his decision. He moved purposefully, untangling himself from his own simple bedding before making his way quietly to the agent’s side. The position and relative distance of the man’s side arm was noted but he made no move towards it. Touching that firearm might wake the man and set him off. He knew that if he found a stranger touching his firearm the reaction would be less than ideal. As such, he had to be careful.
His left hand reached out and touched the agent’s leg. The contact was brief but firm, his lips parting a moment later as he spoke.
“Agent.â€
#40
Jaxon woke with a start at the mention of Milani's name, his hands reaching for a radio that wasn't there. Another time, before his cover had been blown, it might have been waiting, but now it was much like the PRDF gear squad Lael had mentioned, nonexistant. He looked up at the former military man with dreary eyes. Part of him wanted to glare at him for waking him, but the memories of the dreams that had clawed at him were still fresh. He mumbled something and nodded to the man, one hand idly checking to make sure his gun was still within easy reach before falling asleep.
The night was mercifully quiet and continued to be so. The most noise came from squabbles for food from the animals under the cold night sky.
The night was mercifully quiet and continued to be so. The most noise came from squabbles for food from the animals under the cold night sky.
#41
The night was dead.
The only sounds that pierced the silence were the sounds of animals arguing over scraps of food and the incessant hum of the Long Runner’s engine. His head moved from side to side as he scanned the horizon, his eyes augmented by a pair of very expensive and very advanced night vision glasses. Still, his surroundings were not the only thing on his mind. The look that the Paxton security agent had offered him after he woke still lingered in his mind. The man had said nothing and yet his eyes had said all that he needed to hear.
He had seen eyes like those before. He knew because he remembered having eyes just like those. Before he had joined up with Jay’s squad, he remembered. His first mission as a member of the WFP, a joint operation with UMF and Norlight forces. They had performed a raid on a Southern border town. UMF Intel had suggested that the elite Republican legion noire was massing in that town in order to perform clandestine operations into Northern territory. The legion was renowned for its masterful use of black operations, sabotage, assassinations, amongst other things. Stopping the legion now would spare Northern lives and maybe take some of the South’s best saboteurs and agents along with them.
It was believed that the entire town was reinforced, that it possessed a capable anti-air defensive grid incorporated seamlessly into its outer walls. The intelligence reports seemed unreal, but Ashanti itself was believed to possess a similar defensive grid. If this town was indeed a staging area for the legion, the Republic’s best it made sense that they would spare no expense. As for the people that lived within? There were civilians of course, but they were all believed to have their own ties to the Republic. In essence, these were not real civilians but Southern agents playing the role in order to fool Northern Intelligence. Well, they had failed.
The Northern leadership decided that an initial bombardment by no less than 24 bombers would be needed to pierce through the Southern defenses and anti-air coverage. After the air defenses were down Gear and infantry elements would move forward and secure the southern stronghold. He could still remember sitting inside his assigned APC when the bombs began to fall over the southern stronghold. The reports were fragmented at first, but the anti-air defensive grid had been breached. He remembered seeing the excitement in the faces of his squad mates as their APC roared forward and delivered them towards their final destination. They were delivering a fatal blow to the snakes, and they prepared to deal with the Legion Noire, the elite force of the South on favorable terms.
He recalled that the APC was not firing as it approached its target point, but that in of itself was not unusual. Maybe the snakes had been caught off guard so much that they had not been able to mount a coordinated resistance? With the legion was unlikely but it was possible. Maybe the prophet had smiled on them this day after all. The door that separated his squad from the southern town was lowered and he with the others ran out of his APC seeking southern soldiers to slay. He saw none.
After finding cover behind some debris his eyes slid over the town. The southern stronghold was in flames and no building seemed to be standing. The heat in the middle of the Badland night was palpable, clouds of black smoke rising into the sky. There was no movement, there was no shooting, and there was barely any sound aside from the roar of the engine of his APC. His head turned as he scanned his surroundings, Rob the communications officer of the squad clawed for his radio and began to ask for instructions.
“Sir, we have met with no resistance.â€
The only sounds that pierced the silence were the sounds of animals arguing over scraps of food and the incessant hum of the Long Runner’s engine. His head moved from side to side as he scanned the horizon, his eyes augmented by a pair of very expensive and very advanced night vision glasses. Still, his surroundings were not the only thing on his mind. The look that the Paxton security agent had offered him after he woke still lingered in his mind. The man had said nothing and yet his eyes had said all that he needed to hear.
He had seen eyes like those before. He knew because he remembered having eyes just like those. Before he had joined up with Jay’s squad, he remembered. His first mission as a member of the WFP, a joint operation with UMF and Norlight forces. They had performed a raid on a Southern border town. UMF Intel had suggested that the elite Republican legion noire was massing in that town in order to perform clandestine operations into Northern territory. The legion was renowned for its masterful use of black operations, sabotage, assassinations, amongst other things. Stopping the legion now would spare Northern lives and maybe take some of the South’s best saboteurs and agents along with them.
It was believed that the entire town was reinforced, that it possessed a capable anti-air defensive grid incorporated seamlessly into its outer walls. The intelligence reports seemed unreal, but Ashanti itself was believed to possess a similar defensive grid. If this town was indeed a staging area for the legion, the Republic’s best it made sense that they would spare no expense. As for the people that lived within? There were civilians of course, but they were all believed to have their own ties to the Republic. In essence, these were not real civilians but Southern agents playing the role in order to fool Northern Intelligence. Well, they had failed.
The Northern leadership decided that an initial bombardment by no less than 24 bombers would be needed to pierce through the Southern defenses and anti-air coverage. After the air defenses were down Gear and infantry elements would move forward and secure the southern stronghold. He could still remember sitting inside his assigned APC when the bombs began to fall over the southern stronghold. The reports were fragmented at first, but the anti-air defensive grid had been breached. He remembered seeing the excitement in the faces of his squad mates as their APC roared forward and delivered them towards their final destination. They were delivering a fatal blow to the snakes, and they prepared to deal with the Legion Noire, the elite force of the South on favorable terms.
He recalled that the APC was not firing as it approached its target point, but that in of itself was not unusual. Maybe the snakes had been caught off guard so much that they had not been able to mount a coordinated resistance? With the legion was unlikely but it was possible. Maybe the prophet had smiled on them this day after all. The door that separated his squad from the southern town was lowered and he with the others ran out of his APC seeking southern soldiers to slay. He saw none.
After finding cover behind some debris his eyes slid over the town. The southern stronghold was in flames and no building seemed to be standing. The heat in the middle of the Badland night was palpable, clouds of black smoke rising into the sky. There was no movement, there was no shooting, and there was barely any sound aside from the roar of the engine of his APC. His head turned as he scanned his surroundings, Rob the communications officer of the squad clawed for his radio and began to ask for instructions.
“Sir, we have met with no resistance.â€
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#42
The rest of Lael's shift was uneventful, aside from a pair of hoppers fighting for a scrap of food on the windshield of the Longrunner. The cold night was at least proving to be a restful one.
Back in the bunks, Jaxon was still sleeping, though far more soundly than before.
Back in the bunks, Jaxon was still sleeping, though far more soundly than before.
#43
Octavius was a heavy sleeper. He slept, and dreamt of people and places that he had never met. People and places that the voices told him about. He smiled slightly through his deep slumber.
#44
The sounds of the badlands around them did not change throughout his shift aside from what would be expected. His attention flickered back and forth sliding from scanning the horizon to looking behind them as their vehicle continued towards their eventual destination. It was boring work, but he was grateful for it. At least so far. His eyes flickered to the watch which circled his wrist and he smiled. It was almost time.
He moved slowly at first, allowing the muscles that had fallen comfortable to stretch for a few moments. Eventually, he dipped back into the cabin, his eyes darting about as he sought out his target. The paxsec officer was asleep again but seemed calmer than before. His eyes settled on Jay for a moment before he approached.
"Jay." The name was spoken firmly as he squatted by the man's side and waited for a reaction.
He moved slowly at first, allowing the muscles that had fallen comfortable to stretch for a few moments. Eventually, he dipped back into the cabin, his eyes darting about as he sought out his target. The paxsec officer was asleep again but seemed calmer than before. His eyes settled on Jay for a moment before he approached.
"Jay." The name was spoken firmly as he squatted by the man's side and waited for a reaction.
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#45
A word sliced through Jay's shadowy dreams and half formed sleeping thoughts. His brain kicked over into awakfulness and his eyes snapped open. He levered himself upright.
"Yes, Lael?" He asked throwing back his blankets.
"Yes, Lael?" He asked throwing back his blankets.
"it takes two sides to end a war but only one to start one. And those who do not have swords may still die upon them." Tolken
#46
He did not move as Jay stirred, his eyes watching those of their unofficial leader when they opened. He gave Jay a moment to gather his bearings and fully anchor himself in the world of the living. His lips parted as he prepared to answer Jay’s questions but he stopped before he could utter anything. How could he best describe what was going on out there? He paused, a small smirk appearing on his lips.
“It is quieter than a Grel in a whore house out there Jay but it is your turn at the watch.â€
“It is quieter than a Grel in a whore house out there Jay but it is your turn at the watch.â€
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Jay snorted slightly at Lael's humor as he got up and carefully streched a bit. His neck and back popped, evidence of a misspent life he told himself.
"Alright man I'm up and rolling, you go ahead and crash. I promise to yell real loud if something starts up." He said moving over to the watch station. He took up position grabbing a canteen, he was a bit thristy.
"Alright man I'm up and rolling, you go ahead and crash. I promise to yell real loud if something starts up." He said moving over to the watch station. He took up position grabbing a canteen, he was a bit thristy.
"it takes two sides to end a war but only one to start one. And those who do not have swords may still die upon them." Tolken