Yosef_Vanya

Theres not much music that would have anything to do with AD, or any of my other characters. A few Led Zeppelin songs partialy fit 5th Incarnation AD, but they only fit the beat, none of the lyrics fit at all. So theres no music for any of my characters, sorry!

Three Years Later...

"I know, I understand." The boy, who was now a teenager stood there in the rain looking at someone whose face was coverd up by the umbrella that she was carrying. "I dont care, that you never loved me at all. I know thats a damn lie, but you know what? I dont care."

She was shocked at this statement, she started to cry. "I dont care either." She slowly walked over to him, he only took a step back, when she took a step foreward. "What the hell?" She asked with tears in her eyes.

He felt horrible for makeing her cry, he knew that she deserved it, but he also still had feelings for her. After she began to cry more he walked over to her and hugged her. He was very cold, but she was somehow warm, even when it was 53 degrees outside. He stroked her hair, and calmly told her, "Its ok, now...Its ok, everything is ok now."

She put her head on his sholder and started crying less. She also still had feelings for him, but she also felt horrible for cheating on him, with his best-friend. "Im soo sorry, Marcus."

He just looked at her with a look of disgust in his eyes. "Hun, Im kinda not Marcus, he is dead to me. Your crying on the wrong guys sholder." He still didnt care that she forgot his name.

She was embrased at her mistake but she also didnt care. "Im sorry." She mutterd, to him.

((Lmao...Uhhhm...I hope not, That was just some random name I came up with. Sorry Leo.))

Thuel had gotten multi-Heat-Locks on his intended targets. "Thuel here," He pulled out his radio "I want this town LOCKED down. We dont need anyone running." He walked through the crowd, twards his target.

He approached his target who wasnt aware of his presence. He snuck up on the target, who was only know by one name, Quick-Strike. "Mr. Quick-Strike." He spoke while he put his hand on Quick-Strikes sholder.

Quick-Strike froze with fear, he knew this mans robotic and very cold voice. He turned around, swinging his legs down low to try and knock Thule to the ground. Once he had deleiverd his frist, powerful blow to Thule, it was already to late to run. Thuel had been knocked down, breifly he was stunned. He decided to let Quick-Strike run, there was no exacpe from him, now that the town was locked down.

Quick-Strike ran down through the crowd with Thule still stunned, he ran down an alleyway that was littered with broked glass, bricks, paper, and other trash. While he was running he started to blend in with the enviroment around him, makeing him appear hidden.

Thuel caught up with Quick-Strike, seeing that Quick-Strike was now hidden, Thuel switched to Thermal Immageing Mode, and kept walking down the alley slowly, until he heard a knife being unsheathed. He quickly turned around but he was stabbed in the what would be his gut, if he had any human guts left, instead the knife periced his cooling system, Freon Gas came seeping out slowly, exposeing the hidden Quick-Strikes outline. Thuel didnt care that his coolent system was going down steadly, as it could be repaired with ease. Thuel drew his Crey X-35.9 Pistol and fired a shot of compacted energy at Quick-Strike.

Quick-Strike was hit in the chest with this bolt of enengy fired from the Crey X-35.9 Pistol. He was knocked back into a pile of broken glass, bricks, and heaps of discareded razor wire. He had kicked at Thuel in vain to keep him at bay, but there was very little effect in trying to hurt an android whose only human parts were burried deep inside of a hard metal shell.

Thuel pulled out the knife that Quick-Strike had thrown into him, and threw it into Quick-Strikes chest, pinning him down to the pile of bricks. "You are under arrest, by the power of Overmagus Archlich. Comply or be terminated." Thuel spoke in a cold robotic tone to Quick-Strike who was chokeing on his own blood.

"...W-what..." Quick-Strike started while chokeing on blood, "...I-I, com..." He choked on blood, "...C-com...mp...ly." He started coughing up blood. When he coughed, the razor wire only dug in deeper and the knife dug in deeper.

"You do?" Thuel asked, while clutching the pistol close to Quick-Strikes chest. "I can set this to blunt force, and it will knock ya sorry [censored] into that razor wire, and if I aim right, itd knock that knife straight through you." He threatend.

"...Y-yo...woul...da..." Quick-Strike spoke, while chokeing on more blood.

Thuel was just downright angry at any Underground member, expecialy one who had ingured him. "Alrighty, ya asked for it, ya know this, you wont be found. Ever." Thuel spoke, he switched the pistol to blunt force mode, and took careful aim at Quick-Strike, he fired. Quick-Strike let out a scream of pain, as the knife was driven deeply inside of him, pushing him into the razor wire behing him. Quick-Strike didnt die, he wouldnt die for quite some time, actualy.

Thuel just spit on Quick-Strike and walked off, letting him suffer. "Im gonna walk off, and let you suffer. Thats just part of being an enemy of Overmagus Archlich." Thuel walked back to the town and took out his phone. "Id like to report that, I have sustained cooling core damage, It was...percied by a blade. Id like a mechinaic to come down and repeair it ASAP." He hung up after talking to commands answering machine.

The boy awoke from his reaccureing dream, he frist received that dream, 13 years ago while he was in the hospital. He knew he was diffrent than all the other children at his school, everyone was so diffrent from him, they all led semi-normal lives in a socity that valued diffrences, but they did value his diffrences. They didnt value diffrences of those who were too diffrent.

They didnt care about him, he knew that he was diffrent, he in fact he had proven it to his parents, once. He had eaten without moveing his hands, food flying through the air breifly, and into his mouth. Soon after that incident there was a knock on the door, the man standing at the door was dressed in white cloths, he had asked for the boy to take a walk with him tommrow.

The boy had gotten out of bed, and waited down stairs for a knock on the door, the man was there again deressed in white robes, they left the house for the park to walk and talk.

They had been walking around the park, the man seemed to have been asking the boy questions, they boy answerd truthfully, he somehow knew the answer to the last question before it was asked. "Young boy, listen to me..." The man told him.

"I have been listing, I always have been, always will be. Its part of who I am." The boy responded to the man and walked off, he felt a cold, yet warm hand on his back, telling him to stay and listen. He turned around and looked to where the man was standin before he turned his back. All he found was the white robes and a letter. The boy head a voice saying something along the lines of: "There is a lesson to be learned from all of this."

The boy had walked back to his house, where he showed his father and his mother the robes and all about the man who had come to the door and asked to talk to him. They didnt seem to remember anyone who was at the door, all they remember is that he said that he was going to go take a walk. The boy knew he hadnt said that he was going to take a walk, then he finaly rememberd that he had reveived a letter, he opend it and read "Dear, Mr. and Mrs. Schroeder, We all have reason to beleive that your son is a Meta-Human, Please keep this infomation confidential untill we can confrim this fact." He read alloud to his parents who looked on in disbeleif. "We currently beleive that he is of Class 5+ Physicic Abilitys, meaning that he can potentialy do anything that he can think of, also that his capicaty is still growing at a rate up a year." His parents were shocked and in awe. The boy started to cry, all he wanted was to be normal, now this...most normal children would kill to be Meta-Humans, but Meta-Humans would kill to be normal. He walked around outside, holding the robes, and the letter, wich was now pocketed. He walked behind his house, he slipped the robes on, pulled up the hood and walked down the street. A local kid walked over to him and looked at him for a second and asked "What are you wearin them robes for? Join a Cult?" He laughed.

The boy looked at him, leaves began to rustle, the fall air began to grow cold and start to crackle, mist formed around his feet, a massive cloud formed over head, and lightning was heard over head. They boy looked at the other boy and sighed. "You really want to make me angry, right now?" He looked at the sky, the crackleing air, the lighting, the rustleing leaves. "Im sorry," He came to his senses "I didnt mean to scare you."

The other boy just walked away saying "There is a lesson to be learned from this."

Thuel pulled out his sheet with names, he had a few highlighted, he scanned the croud wich was now getting thinner, and thinner every second. He pulled out his radio and spoke into it, "OSA-35, give me the arial pictures of this city." OSA-35 chripped happily. "Alrihgt, meatbag."

Thuel received a thermal immage of the city with the targets highlighted, with a bright neon orange. "Thuel, moveing out." He raidoed into OSAD-35 who was over the townsquare, takeing a thermal picture every other second and forewarding them to Thuel, so he could get mutipul heat signature locks off of them, without stopping.

((This has been in my head for...oh I dont know, a few years or so...So Please comment/critisise it. Thank you, constructive critsism is welcome too ))

Paragon City, December 18th 2176, 3:33 AM...

"Im looking through a hole in the sky,
Im seeing nowhere through the eyes of a lie,
Im getting closer to the end of the line,
Im living easy where the sun doesnt shine,
Im living in a room without any view,
Im living free because the rents never due,
The synonyms of all the things that Ive said,
Are just the riddles that are built in my head,
Ive seen the stars disappear in the sun,
The shootings easy if youve got the right gun,
And even though Im sitting waiting for mars,
I dont believe theres any future in cause,
Ive watched the dogs of war enjoying their feast,
Ive seen the western world go down in the east,
The food of love became the greed of our time,
But now Im living on the profits of pride."

A very old, feble, helpless, blind, deaf, and dying old man mutterd those words, while on his death bed, dressed in a blue hospital gown, he lie there stareing up at the ceeling, his heart beating slower every second, till finaly, no beat at all. Pity he couldnt have lived ten more years, but after all 160 years old isnt to uncommon to be when he died, as the life expencicay was 138, due to all the advances in medical technology; Nanobots, fake organs taken from flash-cloned carbon coppies of the receiver, pills that accereleated growth, operations that could give one meta like powers, and so on.

"Doctors, fellow patients, friends, reletives" One of the last human employes in a hospital looked up from the status monitor of Patient #121876, after pushing the alarm, and the red flashing intercom buton. "Patient #121876 is now legaly dead as of..." She paused to look down at her watch. "3:38 AM, on December 18th, 2176." There was slience, then it was broken by a crying baby, born a few minutes ago. "Well, this is akward, we just have the death of one of the most respected men in the who world, and a child is born." She spoke with an irronic, almost entertained tone in her cold emmotionless voice.

December 18th 2176 7:24AM...

"Mr and Mrs Schroeder, we are sad to report that there were..." The Doctor pasued to find the right words. "complecations while we were giveing him his vaccines, and medications."

"Just spit it out, Doc." Mr Schroeder spoke to the Doctor, who was now looking though a folder that he was carrieing, he seemed to have found something that he was looking for. He pulled the paper out, it was white with black writeing all over it.

"Its his testing results," The doctor spoke to Mr Schroeder. "He failed everything, he somehow rejected the medications, and the nano-robitic life monotoring device, that we put in everyone, its just..." He paused again to find the right word. "...bizzare."

Mr. Schroeder looked down at his wife, who was now crying. He spoke for the both of them. "Who cares if he fails your 'tests' that gives you NO right to hurt him, He IS life unlike your robots who do all the maual work." Mr. Schroeder had snapped on the Doctor. "I dont really care, wether or not anything passes or fails these tests, its still life." He protested.

"Mr. Schroeder, Your son, is..." He paused for the right word, looking out the oneway window at the bay. "Special. He is very special, he didnt cry one bit when he was born, neither when he was given shots." He put the file back in his folder, and walked out of the room.

"Well, what should we do?" She asked, from her hospital bed.

"What I just told him we were gonna do." He replyed. "You look like you need sleep, get some sleep. Goodnight."

'In the Misty Morning on the edge of time. We've lost the rising sun a final sign. As The Misty Morning rolls away to die, reaching twards the Sky to blind the Stars.' The very old, feble, helpless, blind, deaf, and dying old man from the next room over, spirit spoke to the young helpess infant lieing down, sleeping. 'There is a hidden meaning in what I just told you, you will find it sometime. You are, me, I am you, and so on...You already know this. Dont make the same mistake I made.' With those words, the mans immange vanished from the infants mind.

When the man had vanished, the boys nightmares had yet to begin. The boy soon found him self walking alone, down an old beaten up country road in the middle of no where, it was dark outside, a storm was brewing. A streak of lighting ran though the sky, and came clashing down just a few feet from the boys head. He jumped, he had head beautiful, calm, and soothing music, then as the lightning struck near him he head horrible, angry, and depressing music. The boy looked around to see the source of the music, he found nothing. He looked down at his feet, he saw a cricket on his foot. "This is a valueable lesson to be learned, here." The cricket spoke and jumped off, instantly the cricket was hit with a powerfull bolt of lightning, vaporising the small insect with ease. The crickets voice ecchoed.

The boy kept walking, he came to a very steep hill. He walked over the hill, he knew it had to be early morning, as there was mist all around him, but there was no sun rising. Then the old mans voice ecchoed through his mind 'In the Misty Morning on the edge of time. We've lost the rising sun a final sign. As The Misty Morning rolls away to die, reaching twards the Sky to blind the Stars.' The old mans voice stopped echoeing in his mind. "Theres a lesson to be learned from this..." A star spoke in a deep, careing, and almost scarastic voice, to the boy.

((Ill write more tommrow.))

(( XP Yeah you kinda did. Khell, is New Mu in Europe? Im going to assume that it is, in this post.))

Thuel and the patrol from New Mu kept walking down the desolate country road with Boris in the transport craft, looking for a way out. They reached Thuels point, they kept moveing with out saying goodbye to Thuel as he walked back to town, sliently.

He got back to town, the population of the town was assembled in the town square, where a Steel Army trooper was takeing names from a group of people who knew someone in the Underground. He could make out a few screams of terror when a negbhor who just wanted revenge on his negbhor for stealing a plate from him, falsely turned him as a Underground Agent.

Thuel walked around, hands behind his back stepping silently on the scorched marble and cobblestone town square, there was a granite statue of a man on a horse in the middle of the square, he kept walking around without a sound, keeping a close tab on a few people in the croud.

Elsewhere, in Central Europe...

"Kommandant, The patrol from New Mu is here, to pick up Boris for further interogation." A Steel Trooper spoke to Thuel. "I know, Ive been keeping a bead on them for quite sometime. Did you know that the commander of the patrol is a human in very thick armor to look like a robot? I saw his face when he went to get a drink." Thuel noted.

The patrol from New Mu arrived at the Town Hall, the commander got out of the transport craft, and approached Thuel who was now climbing up from the basement. "Senior Operative," He started "Commander Blackrose of The Steel Army 4th Core. We came here to secure a transport for an Underground member to New Mu for interogation." Thuel responded with a look, and walked down to the basement to get Boris. "Get up here, now." Thuel started, "Ill accompany you two clicks down the road to New Mu, then I will turn back."

"Kommandant," A higher ranking Steel Trooper started speaking. "The Lightning Mages, and the Fire Mages are lined up in a trench the Earth Mages constructed. The Earth Mages used the soil from the trench to fortify the Town Centers lower walls, incase of bombing." Thuel stood up from the steps wich he had been sitting on, "Great," He began in a sarcastic tone. "Id suggest makeing a wall, about three feet thick, and five feet tall, to provide cover." Thuel orderd.

The Steel Trooper orderd the Earth Mages to gather around him. "Build us a wall right here, three feet thick, five feet high." He pointed on his map "Here, here, and here." He started talking again "Use some trees, quick-crete, soil, also put some shap sticks faceing outward out of them, and maybe some bricks from the houses." The Earth Mages looked around seeing only a few trees, lots of soil, no quick-crete, though there had to be some in the basement of the Town Hall, and a brick house next to the town hall. "Mages, get started on that wall!" The head Earth Mage spoke.

An hour later there were 4 new walls errected around the city, to protect it from any attackers, Steel Troopers stationed around it, the one platoon, broke up into many patrols, the city had 10 patrolls instead of 5. The patrols patroled around the city, keeping watch for anything or anyone. Scavenger units hidden inside of the walls, ready to pop out at unsuspecting attackers.

"Senior Operative Thuel," A Steel Trooper started in a dull robotic tone. "Patrols from New Mu are en ruote, they will be here within 5 hours." Thuel looked up from his work "Great." He spoke. "Prepare the town for possible attack, I think The Underground might launch a raid on the town." Thuel spoke. "Yes Kommandant, we will prepare for attacks." The Steel Trooper spoke.

Thuel put his phone back in his pocket and walked around the town square. "Listen up," He yelled to the townspeople "By order of the Overmagus, if you see any Underground members, turn them into the Steel Army officials here, in this city, Ill give you a hit to test your trust worthyness. There is one of there members in this croud gatherd around us." He spoke out loudly. There was a long discussion between members of the town, then Thuel pushed his way though the croud twards a man of medium hieght, dressed in a tatterd lether trenchcoat. "You kind sir, please come with me." Thuel asked the man. "I not Underground. Not hurt me?" The man asked in a thick Russian accent. Thuel pulled out his knife and put it to the mans back, ready to sever his spinal cord, in a seocnds notice. "You ARE Underground," He started shifting though his pockets to find a peice of paper, a wanted poster of sorts. "You, lets see Boris Andrei. Thats your name, so says your ID, so lets check my list of known Underground members. Here we are, Boris Andrei." Boris looked up in shock at Thuel. "How you find me?" He asked Thuel. "We have ways, now come with me, lets not make a secne." Thuel pushed the dull edge of his knife into Boris' back to make him move.

They walked down to Town Halls basement, where a Sorcer of Illusion and Control was waiting to ineterogate Boris. "Boris is it?" The Sorcer of Illusion and Control asked Thuel. "Yes dat be 'im." He replyed in a German accent, his old fully human accent. Boris put up little strugle on the way down stairs, knowing he could be kicked down at anytime. Boris was sitting down in a chair with metal restraints on it. The Sorcer of Illusion and Control went to work, while Thuel stood a few feet away talking to a Steel Army patrol via radio, about when to pick Boris up.

"Tell us all you know." The Sorcer of Illusion and Control started talking in a calm hypnotic tone. "Its safe here, there is no war, suffering, consiquences, and the like, here." Boris was stubborn, and wouldnt talk. "There is no Boris, there is only us." Boris was confused by this thought, but still didnt talk. "Boris know nothing, Boris swear." He blurted out after a few mintutes of scilence. "Boris knows alot, Boris wants to tell me, dosent he?" The Sorcer of Illusion and Control asked, keeping Boris under hypnosis. "Boris know where Underground safehouse is...Boris know who Underground Big-Man is..." The Sorcer of Illusion and Control laughed and started talking in a more sinister voice. "Thuel, he gave us the info, shoot him in the head?" Thuel responded. "No, A Steel Army patrol is picking him up tommrow morning."

((There we go, last night post, now to get some sleep!))

Thuel got back to town, sat down on the steps of the beaten down town center/town hall. Thuel let out a robitic sounding sigh and took out his phone and called Feliks Danya for another assignment. "Feliks, this is Senior Opperative Thuel, Im calling again for another assignment, sorry for useing an open line, nothing else was aviable..." He listend for his next assignment from Feliks Danya.

((Take it away, Cpt.Commie, please do be creative ))

"Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Lyden." Thuel spoke calmly to Lyden. "If you ever need anything again, just tell us." With that he walked off twards the road, picking up Unit OSAD-35 on the way. "Comeon, little guy lets get back to town." OSAD beeped and began reciting numerical series again. "01000001 01110011 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01110111 01101001 01110011 01101000 00101100 00100000 01101101 01100101 01100001 01110100 01100010 01100001 01100111 00101110 00101110 00101110 01001001 00100000 01110011 01110101 01110000 01110000 01101111 01110011 01100101 00101110 " Thuel sighed and stated "Unit OSA-35, Shut down." OSAD-35 obeayed and shutdown. The two walked down the deserted country road, twards the city.

Thuel appeard to be happy of Lydens surrender. "Lyden, is it? Well, Ill let you go for now." He let out a robotic sounding sigh. "I offerd twice for you to surrender, once in the warehouse, and once a while ago. Come here, I need to mark you." He shifted though his pockets for a neon-orange marker to innital Lydens sholder with a S.P.K.T.

"Hmmm? Clever, of him. Running." BANG! Thuel heard an explosion, his own grenade, blew up underground? Thuel ran out from behing the tree, rolled across the ground to an adjcaent tree, and kept watch on Lyden. He unloaded his gun, loaded the Assualt Rounds in, and took aim at a tree near Lyden. BANG... BANG... BANG. A three second pause between shots. "Do you surrender?" Thuel yelled to Lyden, who was behind a tree. "If you do, step out from behind the tree and hand over your ID card, that is all you WERE wanted for, until you resisted arrest, caused property damage to a Secret Police Offical, and resited arrest once again. Do you surrender, not comply will only result with a bullet in your head and a trip to the reaimater." Thuel threatend Lyden, fireing three more warning shots at the ground infront of Lyden.

Thuel started running but quickly found out that he could not keep up, Lydens heat signature locked on, Thuel teleported to him. He landed behind a tree, he watched and waited seeing Lyden run into a crater. How would I do this, frag grenade into the crater, hopeing that it would rolldown to where Lyden is, or quite possibly was, Or wait it out? He asked himself in his head. Ill go with the AR52CCRPG (Automatic Recoiless Model # 52 Crey Combo Rifle Propelled Grenade) into the crater. He decided and pulled out his AR52CCR and the Grenade Launcher attachment, screwed the attachment onto the rifle, pulled out a frag grenade, loaded it, and took aim.

"Steady... steady... steady..." Thule whisperd to himself. "Steady... steady... aim... fire" He pulled the trigger, the fireing pin struck the greanade, wich flew out of the AR52CCRPGs barel, flying till it made contact with the rock of the crater. The grenade had a 25 second timer on it, it rolled down the crater walls, it rolled to one side, then to the other... 15seconds left, when Thuel had heard some movement.

"Unit Lyden is not a threat?" OSAD-35 chriped happily and followed "Tracking device...Inniated." OSAD-35 shot a tacking dark out of one of its barels at Lyden. "You fool!" Thuel yelled at OSAD-35 who was now spinning around in cricles on the ground.

Thuel followed Lyden to deep in the woods. Thuel drew his knife once more, and cut off a thick branch from a tree with one single blow, he cut the top of it into a point, like a spear. He carried this makeshift spear with him while chaseing Lyden.

"Beep-beep-beep-beep-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-beep-beep-bee-" Unit OSAD-35 beeped along cheerfully with his 'game' that consisted of a moveing dot on a black screen. "OSA-35, please stop playing with the Radar...Wait, theres actualy something on there...impossible." Thule looked at the Radar on OSAD-35s back. "Oh my Overmagus...Where is that comeing from?" OSAD-35 made a few click noises and determined the location. "Half a click northeast." OSAD-35 beeped along hapily once again.

Thuel walked along, OSAD orbited around Thuels body, beeping loudly. Thuel drew his knife, retreived a heat-lock signiture from memory. It was Lyden for sure this time. "OSA, go in, talk to the man."

OSAD-35 flew in makeing all sorts of beeping and clicking noises "Howdy, Threat ID #04-04-2011" OSAD-35 beeped more and more waiting for a response... "Self-Destruct Activateing in 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...Ha Just kiddin' " OSAD-35 chriped happily.

Thuel grabed a few bushes put them in the gaps in his suit, so he would appear to be a bush. He walked slowly up the country hillside, to where OSAD was flying around in cricles around Lyden.

By order of Senior Oprative Thuel of the Steel Army, you are under arrest, surrender or lethal foce WILL be used. Thuel rehearsed over and over in his head. He aproached closer and closer.

"OSA, remind me again what your name means." Thule asked the now dormant Unit OSA-35 in his backpack. "Unit OSA-35, activate." "Unit HK-47 reporting for duty, master. Where is the meatbag to be killed?" Unit OSA-35 chirped happily, and laughed. His tone changed to a more serious tone. "Unit OSAD-35. Orbital Shielding Assault Droid- 35 Caliber." Thule looked puzeld at OSA, You had a D at the end of your name? Oh yeah, I just dropped it after you started insiting that your name was OSA-35." OSAD responded in a robotic tone, similar to his idol, HK-47 "Meatbag."

"Would you stop calling me meatbag, its gettin' annoyin'." Thule told OSAD-35. "01000110 01101001 01101110 01100101 00101100 00100000 01101101 01100101 01100001 01110100 01100010 01100001 01100111 00101110 " OSAD responded, reciting numerical sequence after numerical sequence. "Would you, please stop doing that." Thule commanded in an annoyed tone. "01000110 01101001 01101110 01100101 00101100 00100000 01101101 01100101 01100001 01110100 01100010 01100001 01100111 00101110 " OSAD recited again, ignoreing Thuel.

"Thats IT, Im shutting you down." Thuel yelled at OSAD-35. "Unit OSA-35, shutdown." OSAD-35 shut down, just as Thuel had commanded. Thuel walked further down the road, talking to himself. "Sometimes that annoying little droid is the only company I have..."

(( Germany, eh? Thule is German heheh. Im introduceing a new character here))

"Kommandant?" A robotic voice comeing from a Sheild Droid, with two 30Cal machineguns built into its arms. "Yes, what is it." Thule asked. "Unit OSA-35, found the fleeing meatbags potsition." Unit OSA-35 spoke in a robotic tone. "OSA, please stop playing Starwars as that droid fellow..." Thuel started, "Anywho where are they at?" OSA paused for a few seconds to get the exact location from the Stalites watching them, they watched everyone. "About 2 clicks north east, by the trees." He spoke.

"Alright, lets get going...Im going alone with you OSA. Keep me sheilded, also shut down, You have a tracker in you, we dont want any leakeing signals to get out." OSA shut down, Thuel kneeled down picked OSA up, who was now folded up like an over-sized laptop, 22centimeters by 33centimeters was his deployed size, his undeplyed size was 12centimeters by 17centimeters. Thule began to walk down the desolate country road...

"Senior Operat--" The sorcer was interupted by Thuel.

"Its Kommandant." Thuel responded, "Anywho, go on."

"Kommandant Thuel, Is there something wrong with your lenses, they looked scratched, also you missed your shot at that Avian." The sorcer asked Thuel.

"Nothing is wrong, there fine, I was just nervous." Thuel responded.

"You, nervous? Somethings wrong." The sorcer stated, while they both stood up.

"Nothing is wrong." Thuel turned around and drew his knife, a 22.12 centimenter long machete made of sharpend carbon-fiber-adamantium. He walked tossing the machete up in the air.

"If you say so, Senior Opera--" The sorcer was intereupted by Thuel swinging the machete at him. Thuels machete didnt hit the sorcerer, but came very close to near decapating the sorcerer.

"Dont, ever make that mistake again." He told the sorcerer. The whole platoon walked down the road slowly, twards the town center.
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Three hours later...
"Feliks, no they wernt taken in." Thuel spoke into his cell phone. "No, no I dont know when I'll be in New Mu, again." He spoke again. "How do you know my GPS system is off?" He spoke once agian. "Gotcya, Thanks for haveing the concern to place a chip in my head without my knowing to track that." He spoke with a sarcastic tone. "Goodbye Feliks." He hung up hearing the blades of a helicoptor in the background.

Thule had stood up from his seat on the stairs of the bombed out Town Center. He walked down to the Town Square where people were gatherd around a table in the center, where they were given a form to fill out. The form read...

Official ID Regestration Form.
Frist Name:________________
Last Name:________________
Serial Code:________________
Appt #:_____________
Family #:_____________
DNA String: X____ Y____ Z____
Finger Prints: On Back

Every citizen of The Overmagus HAD to fill one of these our, part of his infomation machine, to gather infomation aobut everyone and everything, those who didnt comply were taken care of by The Secret Police.

((Filler post, Wanted to get Thule back to the town center.))

Thuel stood there, still for a minute, getting a dual heat lock, wouldnt take a few seconds, a few minutes atfter the weapons being fired and the grenade. He got a heat signature off of Lyden from memory, it took longer to get a match off of Xey, who was moveing and has another close to him.

He decided to forget the match on Xey, he unloaded the assualt rounds from his AR52CC, took out the sniper barel, screwed the sniper barel on, loaded the sniper rounds and took aim...

He only needed one shot to take them both down. He took a deap breath and aimed. He was to nervous to get a clear shot, his finger slipped missed them by a few inches and slammed into a tree trunk next to them. They could see the bullet breaking the sound barrier, they could feel the power behind this peice of steel flying through the air at nearly a mile a second, slamming into the tree, flying through it and hitting the next one, and the next one untill it finaly struck a rock a mile away.

"Damnit, I missed?" he said in dissapointment, he stood up and teleported out of the building, leaveing a peic of paper tacked to the door saying "Building CLOSED, Under inspection." at the bottom of the paper was the Secret Polices insigna, the same as on Thules beret.

"One." BOOM

The crates adjacent to the greande were blown down, one fell on Thuel, the crate knocked Thuels black beret off, revealing a partialy exposed brain, and a small bundel of wires leading from where Thuels eyes were supposed to be connecting his robotic lenses to the computer imbeded into his brain. Thuel bent down to pick up his beret and put it back on.

Walking around the corner he waited and heard wings, flapping. "Avians?" He asked. He rounded the corner and fired another shot down the 'hallway'.

The panic grenade was spinning around on the floor, Thuel kicked the greande out the already broken window. "Now that that is out of the way-" He looked at Xey "Its like a goddammed bird-man!" He pointed his gun at both of them. "You both are under arrest, by Senior Opperative Thuel, please come with me, leathal force is authorised to be used." He tiped his beret with his free hand, his beret bared the Secret Police symbol.

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He held his pistol out a moment longer as he heard Thuel's steady approach, then was reminded again how he most definitely did not want to dig himself into a bigger hole by lethally engaging the apparent leader of the unit. Watching the hall infront of him and trying to anticipate when Thuel would appear, Lyden holstered his pistol and used that hand to reach around to his belt. He firmly clutched a cylindrical grenade and pulled it free from its bindings, then with a flick of his thumb, pulled the pin out and began cooking the fuse. Written in small white letters on one side of the thing were the words "GSR PANIC INCAPACITATION GRENADE".

Lyden waited.

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Thuel walked steadly around to the corner, he cracked his neck, and heard a small click, possibly that of a grenade. Thuel reached down to where he had kept his grenades. Frag, no to messy and to loud, Sticky, yes, but what happens if we both have sticky grenades? Ion, no far to leathal to me in close combat. Concusion, yes it might dent my armor, or there always is roll a grenade, possibly a frag or a sticky. He thought to him slef.

"Ill get tactical here." He said to himself, quite sure Lyden had heard him. He walked 10 paces backwards, took a concsion grenade out, and tossed it over the makeshift wall, he heard the grenade hit the floor, He hadnt thought about this, but there was a window three feet away from where Lyden had been standing.

The grenade had a timer on it, ten second timer, it was at 7 by the time it had hit the ground. Thuel would poke his AR52CC around the corner and fire one shot in the general direction of Lyden. He quickly detatched his sniper barel and unloaded the bullets, then put in a magizne for Assualt Fire. He took safety OFF, and scelected the Single-Shot fireing. He counted down from 7 to 0.