good work D, i hope im taking my time off on some beach somewhere using my powers to surf around a bit and top up my tan 
the white suit will emphasis it 
good work D, i hope im taking my time off on some beach somewhere using my powers to surf around a bit and top up my tan the white suit will emphasis it
that was sick! Both good and bad meanings.
Burrel is certainly a nasty piece of work. A certain lady with a big gun would be keen to have a few words with him - probably along the lines of, 'Gun, Full Auto, Engage.' - even if the recoil would currently still lift her off feet and into the nearest wall.
UNION @Flitz 50, Lead Hose 50, Red Rag 50
DEFIANT Rose Bloodthorn 34
VIGILANCE Captain Caledonia 20 - Yeah, I made toons on the French server coz we only had 4 back then (might have to transfer/recreate them on one of the US servers)
..and many more!
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U pulled the words right out of my mouth 
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Very cool so far D, now I'm really wondering where this is going.
Ack!
Nice job D. I'm worried about little ol' Rogue though!
Bit grose but Great none the less
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The policeman placed the tip of his pen on the Precision Rangers emblem on Cinnamon Brandys chest. He had that on him
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ooh D you sly dog, I see where you're going with this 
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ooh D you sly dog, I see where you're going with this
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That CB is gonna get feeled up by aload of policemen?!?!?
Oh my god what did he do to her?!
Oh, and "Turning Terra was just in time to [censored] the ball out of the air. ". What's that meant to say? 
you won't believe me but it says S N A T C H
Getting it onto the site now: Ranger Tales
Hehe, the site doesn't have a language filter, I'll sort it out
G-Force
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Ah, yes!
Warning unpleasant scenes near the end...
Terra Byte looked at the ball in her hand, right now it was the source of all her frustrations, or rather the focus. It was her turn to be on duty in the operations centre, over the comm. she could hear all sorts of things going on, and she was stuck here. Her shift had finished a few minutes ago but no one had yet come to relieve her of duty, Genergy was next on the list and he was running late, again. So that left her with the ball. She rested it in her hand and focused.
Terra you have to concentrate, you have to control what youre going.
But the damn ball wont stay still, its keeps trying to roll off.
The morning had gone badly for Terra in her daily training session with Scapegoat. Shed been trying to balance the ball on a stream of energy from her hand for the last half an hour and she just couldnt get it, either the ball sped to the ceiling or dropped to the floor, she thought she had it on the last one but the ball had just rolled off her stream.
Look Terra, you have the ability to blast but you need to hone it and refine it, this exercise will give you accuracy and control in what you do. Scapegoat was being very patient today, the fiery heroine sometimes lost it before her student did but today she seemed at great peace with herself.
But surely I can just unleash a wave of energy and thatll do it for me, thatll do the damage.
Yes you can, but what if civilians are present, what if your target is a long way away, or there is something volatile near by? A wave of energy can do as much harm as good that way.
So I have to balance the ball? Terra asked, this was so frustrating.
Balancing a ball is the exercise, said the older Ranger, This is the power. Looking down the shooting gallery Scapegoat pointed her hand at one of the targets. After a moment she unleashed a blast of pure energy that punctured a precise hole in the target. If you want to do that then this, she said holding up a tennis ball, is the best way to do it.
Scapegoat held the ball in the palm of her hand and slowly it lifted off, balancing on energy that her body emitted. You see Terra when you focus one ball is easy. With her other hand Scapegoat picked up a second ball. The hovering ball moved as Scapegoat changed the energy flow to come from one of her fingers. It all seemed so casual, the ball didnt bobble, it just stayed perfectly stil., Scapegoat held the second ball over another finger and dropped it, but it did not fall, she then added a second a third and a fourth to the collection.
Terra may I have your ball for a moment please. Terra passed over the tennis ball she was holding and Scapegoat added it to the collection. The five balls then began to raise and lower seemingly of their own free will until they fell into a wave like rhythm that rippled across her hand.
Look Scape, no offence or anything, thats a great party trick and all but what in hell does it have to do with blasting?
Scapegoat gave a knowing smile and turned to look at the targets. Control is everything Terra, knowing when to use it knowing when to unleash it, as she spoke the balls raised high towards the ceiling, then slowly lowered down until they nearly rested on her finger tips. Control comes through discipline, discipline through practice and practice is the art of patience, patience is the ultimate control.
But how is balancing balls going to make me a better, stronger fighter? It looks cool, but surely I need to develop my strength rather than control it?
Exercise, start of with what you have and build on that. Scapegoat suddenly twisted her hand and the balls sped off down the shooting range. Five targets shuddered as the balls hit them. Scapegoat turned away and smiled at Terra, I think well leave it there for today, could you pick up those balls for me? Thanks, I have to dash.
Scapegoat walked out of the room leaving Terra standing opened mouthed, her protest at tidying up someone elses mess never leaving her tongue. She walked down the range and began picking up the tennis balls. Bloody Scapegoat and her bloody party trick, whats the bloody point of Terra stopped dead, looking at the targets she saw a perfect hole in the dead centre of every one that a tennis ball had hit. Perfect.
Terra kept trying with the ball. It just wouldnt work for her. In frustration she let out a petulant shriek and hurled the ball at the monitor in front of her before slamming herself back into the chair with her arms folded. The ball didnt bounce behind her. Slowly she turned around on the high backed swivel chair. Genergy stood there, the tennis ball in his outstretched hand.
My, my, dont we look moody today? Let me guess, Scapes trying to teach you the ball control thing. Terra just nodded, and consciously made herself pull her bottom lip in, Impressive isnt it.
Again Terra nodded. Genergy allowed the ball to levitate off his hand, You know, I could never do that as well as Scape, she has a truly incredible knack for it. Genergy dropped the ball into his hand. Anyway, Im on now, off you go, sorry I was late.
Thats ok Gen, not got a lot on today, everything seems to be going on in Creys Folly and I cant go there yet. Genergy nodded, I know, Im on Ops today or Id have gone along to. Terra stood up and began to walk towards the door.
Oh Terra. Genergy said as she opened it, Youll want this. Turning Terra was just in time to [censored] the ball out of the air.
Thanks Gen. Have a good day.
Oh I will, you too ok?
Terra nodded, just as she turned to go the speaker crackled to life. This is Frozen Rogue, I am on my way to Talos Island attached to the back of a train, I request back up from all available Rangers as soon as possible please!
Tell him Im coming! Terra had to refrain from squealing with excitement, she had to give the impression to all the rangers, especially one as senior as Genergy that she was always cool, calm and confident.
Frozen this is Gen. Can you SK Terra up?
Course I can, Id love to.
Right then, shes on her way. Genergy waved Terra out of the door, she nodded and as soon as she got around the corner she started to run. Activating her comm. unit she reported in Ranger Terra Byte, reporting and ready for action.
Genergys voice came over the comm. Frozen, Im sending Cross, Cryo and CB to you as well, where do you want to meet them?
The station will be fine.
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Doulos and the other Rangers walked through the sprawl of unconscious and injured Rikti. Anyone found which one was in charge yet? asked the Deadeye.
No, it all seems weird. They went down so fast after the nova. Aeronaut replied.
So did Yellow though. Luminos said smiling.
Hey D, I think Ive found something. Halo shouted from a nearby roof top, Come and check this out!
The rangers gathered on the roof of the building, around them lay the bodies of several Rikti, each seemingly executed by a single shot to the head, behind them lay the bodies of several men, each riddled with bullets. Halo squatted on his haunches. Well Ill tell you this for free, they didnt kill eachother.
Thanks for that Halo. Mumbled Changomonster, But there is something weird here.
What do you mean? asked Doulos.
Well correct me if Im wrong, you guys have fought more Rikti than me, but arent these all communications officers, that emblem on their breast? The masked ranger said as he pointed to one of the fallen Rikti.
So they are. Halo said scratching the back of his head, I cant believe I didnt notice it.
So we know where all those Rikti came from, Scapegoat interjected, but it doesnt explain why they came or why there was no one commanding them, there must be well over three hundred Rikti down their, any of you ever see that many with no leaders?
The Rangers shook their heads. Something is wrong, this feels bad. said Doulos. Ops come in, Ops this is Doulos.
Hi D, Gen here, what do you need?
You been following this Gen?
Yeah, its a weird one for me.
I need you to find satellite coverage of what happened on this roof, I need you to send it ASAP.
Im already on it. The systems got a back log today but I made the request when you guys got to the roof, it should be a few minutes if they have cover, as soon as I have it you will.
Thanks Gen, can you get the authorities to come in and clean this up? I dont think well have time.
Theyre on their way D, what are you doing.
Were moving out, I have a feeling we might be needing to move fast.
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Frozen Rogue stayed on the trains back window, the target had not moved since he boarded the train, and the station was approaching. As soon as he could he leapt off the vehicle and ran to the doors. His quary was just sitting their staring into space. Frozen walked forward and grabbed him on the arm, there was no resistance the man just followed him off the train.
On the platform Frozen looked into vacant eyes. Why did you run when you saw me?
The face looked at him, a monotone lifeless voice came from its lips, Because I was meant to have you follow me.
What in hell does that mean? Why do I have to follow you?
So that you are in the right time at the right place. The voice was empty of anything.
What do you mean? What is the right time and the right place?
Again the soulless voice spoke.
The right place is with your brother, the right time is soon.
Frozen grabbed the figure by both arms and leant forward shouting.
What do you know about my brother? Where is he? Did he send you?
You will find him and he will find you, when brothers departed are reunited you shall see that hope is blighted.
What?
The body repeated the same phrase, and kept repeating it, as it did thick black liquid began to spill over its lips and run down its chin, oozing like honey off a spoon, Frozen Rogue stepped back. As more of the black ooze ran from the figures mouth its eyes began to gain their colour and the body tremebled. Suddenly a scream ripped through the figure NO! NO! NO! Dont hurt me, no, what are you doing to me, NOOOOOOOOOO!!! Frozen Rogue could only watch as the figure toppled forwards onto its face, black ooze still pouring from its mouth, twitching and shaking violently. People who had gathered around to watch the scene screamed as the ooze spread across the floor.
What did you do to him? A man shouted.
Oh my God, you killed him! Screamed a woman.
A child began to wail, Frozen Rogue backed away from the people who were screaming, pointing and staring at him, I didnt do anything, I promise it wasnt me.
You killed him, you murdered him, he begged you to stop!
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A few minutes later Terra Byte and the other Rangers arrived on the scene. The police had cornered off the area and people were being asked questions. Cinnamon Brandy walked up to an officer. What happened officer?
Apparently some hero who was really a villain killed this poor hapless chap in a most gruesome way. Said the police man pointing at a body bag, Then he ran off.
What did he look like?
I cant be sure, people have made him everything form looking like a demon to looking like some punk kid, but the all agree on one thing though.
Which is?
The policeman placed the tip of his pen on the Precision Rangers emblem on Cinnamon Brandys chest. He had that on him
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Let me go mister, please. Begged the girl from the bed. Her ankles and wrist were bleeding where she had been fighting the restraints. I promise I wont tell anyone, Ill just leave.
Burrel, stood with his back to her, watching out of the window with his phone to his ear.
Please mister, please, Im just a kid really, please let me go. The young woman had tears flowing down her cheeks and bruises were beginning to appear all over her naked body where Burrel had beaten here.
Burrel took the phone away from his ear and turned his head motioning her to be silent, she screamed HELP ME! PLEASE HELP ME!
Ill call you back. said Burrel quietly into the receiver. Turning round he looked at her. Daphne wasnt it. She nodded, Now my dear let me explain something, you pleased me, I like things that please me, I keep them for a bit, if you hadnt pleased me youd be dead. Burrel walked across the floor a table by the wall and picked something up. So well, done, now as youve noticed, I am rather a busy man and I cant have you interrupting my phone calls. He walked towards the bed, Which means I need you to be quiet.
Raising his hand Burrel showed her a pair of pliers, then leaned forward with his other hand and grabbed her jaw forcing it open. Now this might hurt a bit he said as he moved the pliers towards her mouth. Daphnes scream was suddenly cut short.