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Special thanks to SherlyKaru and her BF
First story post to FA X3
Thousands of years ago, when nightmares existed on the earth itself, good and evil had been in a divine war for years... It has not yet ended but one thing has happened over the years that may finally turn the tides of war. Years past and the race of nightmare creating species that live in the world of dreams has been recreated into something more, orignally known as nightmarens... One of them was reborn a new race of nightmaren. Born as a man who can move between dream and real world. Originally born to create a nightmare beyond recovery and destroy the minds of people, he followed his orders, not a conscience because he did not have one at the time. But now things are different... The dark aura that surrounds him does not seem to be controlling him, this time... He controls it. With power in his hands and the willpower to decide things, he became something more than who he used to be and he will gather worthy heroes and heroines...
Sherly was busy trying to steal supplies from an abandonned truck. Knowing she is risking her life in the war torn streets of Nevectey, she had to be quick. Nevectey was originally an Island that then grew to a city... But Government powers upset many who lived there and a Rebellion formed, and the Rebellion caused a lot of trouble. It was getting dark and soon there would be a night sky filled with Anti-Aircraft fire, the Government did all they can to try and rid the Rebellion through Air methods yet the stolen AA weapons made it fiercely difficult. The black furred anthropomorphic found herself something of great value, a crate full of rations. "Oh goodie!" She grabbed her crowbar and broke open the cover. She had found what she wanted. Not wanting to waste time, she packed her small bagpack with the raided rations of aid. "Now to get back to the safe house..." She left the truck to be and slowly moved on. She stared into the sky which was gradually darkening, it was dusk. Gotta hurry! She took shelter at a small safehouse, it was safe enough from the Rebel forces because they don't usually raid small homes. She picked up the pace, her feet walking faster. Her red and blue eyes kept looking left and right, hoping she does not spot Rebel forces with them. She should have taken the other way as she carelessly walked into a small rebel camp. The Rebels quickly pulled arms at her, firearms were in hand and aimed directly at her. "Don't move!" Three men stood in front of her, devious smiles were on thier faces. One of them grabbed her arms in attempt to stop her from running away, she struggled to throw him off and her screams echoed the streets, but in vein... Or at least that is what she had thought. A bullet seemingly passed through the head of the one holding on to her, blood splattered from his head. The other two men were confused and did not know what to do, before they were shot in one clean blow to the head (or not clean, considering all the blood splattering out). Two men got out of thier hiding spots and helped the confused Sherly up. "Thank you... I was worried they'd rape me." One of the men was an anthropomorphic hedgecat, a cat's tail, a hedgehog's head, wearing a black shirt with combat gear and combat trousers. He looked like a mercenary. The other man was taller, sporting some kind of gold eye mask, some kind of red and black jester hat and a black trench coat, Sherly could not tell what he was but he wasn't human that was for sure. "Don't worry. We're evacuation soldiers, and I'm sure you need to be evacuated. Know anyone that needs the same treatment?"
"No... I live alone. My friends live in a different city. I've lasted at least a 2 days without food..." The taller man nodded and set his sniper aside and pulled out a custom Desert Eagle sidearm. The hedgecat did too and instead switched to his smaller HK416 Carbine Assault Rifle. "We can take you back to your place, and after you have a bit of rest we'll get you out."
"Hey wait... Do you have a name?" Sherly asked the taller man. He turned back to look at her, he sighed before responding. "He's Frost, you can call me... Shooter... 'Cause that's what I do. Now about this 'safehouse'. You mind taking us there?" Sherly nodded. 'Shooter' picked up one of the AK-47's from the ground and passed it to the petite woman who then grabbed it. He facial expression showed that she was a little worried about carrying a gun, let alone use one.
"So what do you do?" The taller man asked Sherly who lead them towards the safehouse. "I'm an alchemist. I've recently got my master's degree and I was hoping to become a famous one. But instead I kinda... Ended up going the wrong direction with the it." She chuckled nervously because she did not want to talk about how she actually used her alchemist abilities. 'Shooter' chuckled before he responded "You used it in sexual situations. For example, you made a potion once to one night stand a friend for a few hours." Sherly's unmatching coloured eyes widened in shock. That was too good for a guess. Frost decided to join the conversation. "Alchemist huh? You know, 'Shooter' here is looking for one for our team. You know any medical potions? Without the sex part..." Sherly nodded. She then had an idea, her face gave it away. "You know, I wanted to make 'honest' money for once. Not just money for the one night stand potions. So what is this 'team' of yours like?"
"We're the Reaper's, the first official United Operation Marines squad. We were funded by the UN but agreed that we are not controlled by any Government, so long as we don't abuse our power. We act more like a Mercenary group as opposed to standard Military forces." Sherly quickly lead the duo to her safehouse, she opened it with her key and they all rushed in so no one would spot them. She locked the door again and barred it with a wooden plank. "Make yourself at home... Well at least what's left of it. This isn't technically my home. It was already raided some time ago and marked so the Rebel's won't come to try and find anything here." She sat down on the floor and realised she had left her bagpack at the camp. It was too dangerous to go out there again. But... I'm so hungry. Leaning her back on the wall in defeat, she let her stomach growl for the necessity that is needed right now. Her eyes closed for a little while, but she then heard the sound of a can opening, that quick but distict sound of compressed Carbon dioxide escaping was just the motivation she needed to open her eyes. She stared at the offered can on Cola in front of her face, it was like a dream come true. She observed the food and drink the duo had brought on this trip to this war torn Island City: Cans of soda, sandwiches, tinned food like corn and goodness, a HERSHEY'S BAR! Given a fork to eat with, Sherly began her feast of devouring food. Shooter and Frost ate some food too but left most of it to Sherly who really needed to eat.
Tins and other packaging of rations were thrown aside to one corner, Sherly was satisfied and for once she had a good meal to keep her mind straight. Her thoughts turned to the duo who kepts firearms in hand and observed the streets which is so far empty. The taller man stood up and removed the eye mask, his eyes were scarred but yet his charm somehow kept to him, despite his features not being 'prince charming', he's probably far more attractive in personality... "Let's go, chopper's gonna be here soon." Sherly follwed the two who exited the door with weapons at the ready. Sherly looked at the Assault rifle she was given, she didn't really want to use it but she picked it up either way. Catching up with the soldiers, she looked around and noticed it was night. The three walked the desolated streets filled with abandonned vehicles, bullets, corpses and now and then the remains of tanks or even helicopters that were shot down. But then the two stopped Sherly immediately as the sounds of gunfire crashed from afar. Looking up into the sky was tracer rounds firing at a chopper. "Reaper 1, do you read, we're under fire and we're going to land a few meters away from extraction!"
"This is Reaper 1, we understand the circumstance! Stay safe!" Reala logged off his radio and he quickly gestured the other two to run. Sherly tried her best to keep with the well trained soldiers who had the stamina, but shortly after she ran out of breath and fatigue struck her. The hedgecat went back for her and carried her instead. "Remember there's nothing coming between us. Got it?" She nodded.
*****
Reaching the helicopter, the trio were persued by armed Rebels in thier trucks. United Operations Marines stood ready for anything outside the chopper, opening fire on the hostiles but there were too many. "We're running outta time!" The pilot said, as her nervousness began to build up.
Things got worse as Frost's leg was shot by one of the rebels, the bullet tearing some flesh off his leg. He fell and dropped Sherly at the same time, trying to hold in his scream. Sherly didn't have time to think, she picked up the rifle and randomly fired but hoping she didn't actually kill anyone. The rebels stopped thier trucks and militia ran jumped off the vehicles in order to shoot down thier enemies. Suppressed, they hadn't a good shot at Sherly and Frost. Reala ran for his friend and dragged him to the chopper while Sherly got up and ran for it. Finally entering the chopper, the other Marines hurried into the chopper before it took off. The rebel forces fired rounds at the chopper but as they knew, they could not do nothing but watch as they flew off.
In the chopper, Frost tightened an improvised bandage that put enough pressure on his wounded leg to stop the bleeding. He looked to Sherly, and noticed as she watched the city still being torn apart. Even at this night, she could see it was alit. "All this destruction... My oppurtunity..." She felt like it shouldn't have happened, but it did. "It's not your fault kiddo... Things happen... But now you got a new oppurtunity." Reala lit himself a cigarette , Sherly then nodded at him with a smile...
Special thanks to SherlyKaru and her BF
First story post to FA X3
Thousands of years ago, when nightmares existed on the earth itself, good and evil had been in a divine war for years... It has not yet ended but one thing has happened over the years that may finally turn the tides of war. Years past and the race of nightmare creating species that live in the world of dreams has been recreated into something more, orignally known as nightmarens... One of them was reborn a new race of nightmaren. Born as a man who can move between dream and real world. Originally born to create a nightmare beyond recovery and destroy the minds of people, he followed his orders, not a conscience because he did not have one at the time. But now things are different... The dark aura that surrounds him does not seem to be controlling him, this time... He controls it. With power in his hands and the willpower to decide things, he became something more than who he used to be and he will gather worthy heroes and heroines...
Sherly was busy trying to steal supplies from an abandonned truck. Knowing she is risking her life in the war torn streets of Nevectey, she had to be quick. Nevectey was originally an Island that then grew to a city... But Government powers upset many who lived there and a Rebellion formed, and the Rebellion caused a lot of trouble. It was getting dark and soon there would be a night sky filled with Anti-Aircraft fire, the Government did all they can to try and rid the Rebellion through Air methods yet the stolen AA weapons made it fiercely difficult. The black furred anthropomorphic found herself something of great value, a crate full of rations. "Oh goodie!" She grabbed her crowbar and broke open the cover. She had found what she wanted. Not wanting to waste time, she packed her small bagpack with the raided rations of aid. "Now to get back to the safe house..." She left the truck to be and slowly moved on. She stared into the sky which was gradually darkening, it was dusk. Gotta hurry! She took shelter at a small safehouse, it was safe enough from the Rebel forces because they don't usually raid small homes. She picked up the pace, her feet walking faster. Her red and blue eyes kept looking left and right, hoping she does not spot Rebel forces with them. She should have taken the other way as she carelessly walked into a small rebel camp. The Rebels quickly pulled arms at her, firearms were in hand and aimed directly at her. "Don't move!" Three men stood in front of her, devious smiles were on thier faces. One of them grabbed her arms in attempt to stop her from running away, she struggled to throw him off and her screams echoed the streets, but in vein... Or at least that is what she had thought. A bullet seemingly passed through the head of the one holding on to her, blood splattered from his head. The other two men were confused and did not know what to do, before they were shot in one clean blow to the head (or not clean, considering all the blood splattering out). Two men got out of thier hiding spots and helped the confused Sherly up. "Thank you... I was worried they'd rape me." One of the men was an anthropomorphic hedgecat, a cat's tail, a hedgehog's head, wearing a black shirt with combat gear and combat trousers. He looked like a mercenary. The other man was taller, sporting some kind of gold eye mask, some kind of red and black jester hat and a black trench coat, Sherly could not tell what he was but he wasn't human that was for sure. "Don't worry. We're evacuation soldiers, and I'm sure you need to be evacuated. Know anyone that needs the same treatment?"
"No... I live alone. My friends live in a different city. I've lasted at least a 2 days without food..." The taller man nodded and set his sniper aside and pulled out a custom Desert Eagle sidearm. The hedgecat did too and instead switched to his smaller HK416 Carbine Assault Rifle. "We can take you back to your place, and after you have a bit of rest we'll get you out."
"Hey wait... Do you have a name?" Sherly asked the taller man. He turned back to look at her, he sighed before responding. "He's Frost, you can call me... Shooter... 'Cause that's what I do. Now about this 'safehouse'. You mind taking us there?" Sherly nodded. 'Shooter' picked up one of the AK-47's from the ground and passed it to the petite woman who then grabbed it. He facial expression showed that she was a little worried about carrying a gun, let alone use one.
"So what do you do?" The taller man asked Sherly who lead them towards the safehouse. "I'm an alchemist. I've recently got my master's degree and I was hoping to become a famous one. But instead I kinda... Ended up going the wrong direction with the it." She chuckled nervously because she did not want to talk about how she actually used her alchemist abilities. 'Shooter' chuckled before he responded "You used it in sexual situations. For example, you made a potion once to one night stand a friend for a few hours." Sherly's unmatching coloured eyes widened in shock. That was too good for a guess. Frost decided to join the conversation. "Alchemist huh? You know, 'Shooter' here is looking for one for our team. You know any medical potions? Without the sex part..." Sherly nodded. She then had an idea, her face gave it away. "You know, I wanted to make 'honest' money for once. Not just money for the one night stand potions. So what is this 'team' of yours like?"
"We're the Reaper's, the first official United Operation Marines squad. We were funded by the UN but agreed that we are not controlled by any Government, so long as we don't abuse our power. We act more like a Mercenary group as opposed to standard Military forces." Sherly quickly lead the duo to her safehouse, she opened it with her key and they all rushed in so no one would spot them. She locked the door again and barred it with a wooden plank. "Make yourself at home... Well at least what's left of it. This isn't technically my home. It was already raided some time ago and marked so the Rebel's won't come to try and find anything here." She sat down on the floor and realised she had left her bagpack at the camp. It was too dangerous to go out there again. But... I'm so hungry. Leaning her back on the wall in defeat, she let her stomach growl for the necessity that is needed right now. Her eyes closed for a little while, but she then heard the sound of a can opening, that quick but distict sound of compressed Carbon dioxide escaping was just the motivation she needed to open her eyes. She stared at the offered can on Cola in front of her face, it was like a dream come true. She observed the food and drink the duo had brought on this trip to this war torn Island City: Cans of soda, sandwiches, tinned food like corn and goodness, a HERSHEY'S BAR! Given a fork to eat with, Sherly began her feast of devouring food. Shooter and Frost ate some food too but left most of it to Sherly who really needed to eat.
Tins and other packaging of rations were thrown aside to one corner, Sherly was satisfied and for once she had a good meal to keep her mind straight. Her thoughts turned to the duo who kepts firearms in hand and observed the streets which is so far empty. The taller man stood up and removed the eye mask, his eyes were scarred but yet his charm somehow kept to him, despite his features not being 'prince charming', he's probably far more attractive in personality... "Let's go, chopper's gonna be here soon." Sherly follwed the two who exited the door with weapons at the ready. Sherly looked at the Assault rifle she was given, she didn't really want to use it but she picked it up either way. Catching up with the soldiers, she looked around and noticed it was night. The three walked the desolated streets filled with abandonned vehicles, bullets, corpses and now and then the remains of tanks or even helicopters that were shot down. But then the two stopped Sherly immediately as the sounds of gunfire crashed from afar. Looking up into the sky was tracer rounds firing at a chopper. "Reaper 1, do you read, we're under fire and we're going to land a few meters away from extraction!"
"This is Reaper 1, we understand the circumstance! Stay safe!" Reala logged off his radio and he quickly gestured the other two to run. Sherly tried her best to keep with the well trained soldiers who had the stamina, but shortly after she ran out of breath and fatigue struck her. The hedgecat went back for her and carried her instead. "Remember there's nothing coming between us. Got it?" She nodded.
*****
Reaching the helicopter, the trio were persued by armed Rebels in thier trucks. United Operations Marines stood ready for anything outside the chopper, opening fire on the hostiles but there were too many. "We're running outta time!" The pilot said, as her nervousness began to build up.
Things got worse as Frost's leg was shot by one of the rebels, the bullet tearing some flesh off his leg. He fell and dropped Sherly at the same time, trying to hold in his scream. Sherly didn't have time to think, she picked up the rifle and randomly fired but hoping she didn't actually kill anyone. The rebels stopped thier trucks and militia ran jumped off the vehicles in order to shoot down thier enemies. Suppressed, they hadn't a good shot at Sherly and Frost. Reala ran for his friend and dragged him to the chopper while Sherly got up and ran for it. Finally entering the chopper, the other Marines hurried into the chopper before it took off. The rebel forces fired rounds at the chopper but as they knew, they could not do nothing but watch as they flew off.
In the chopper, Frost tightened an improvised bandage that put enough pressure on his wounded leg to stop the bleeding. He looked to Sherly, and noticed as she watched the city still being torn apart. Even at this night, she could see it was alit. "All this destruction... My oppurtunity..." She felt like it shouldn't have happened, but it did. "It's not your fault kiddo... Things happen... But now you got a new oppurtunity." Reala lit himself a cigarette , Sherly then nodded at him with a smile...
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