tallices story extracts

[Alison Marie]

climbing the grandstand was easy, as well as finding a place to sit at the top. the hard part- not being recongnized.
 
in the early 2100's humanity started to create and experament with creating new types of centiant life. some were short lived. others worked, purhaps to well. the life expectancy of the new creations were four times that of a normal human being. for fear of retaliation or wide spread panic coused by these new life forms governments around the world decided to place them in internment camps. inside the internment camps the political stress to maintain unity grew dencer and dencer till it finaly broke. different clans were formed, walls put up to seperate them, and the creation of a black market. one one side of the fence the living conditions were to par with regular people. on the other side though, they lived in the mud. fighting for the scraps of food, killing each other for survival. on both sides times were hard, as well as living. so the pilgrimage was comitioned. at a certain age a group of three from each generation would be scent to find somthing of intrest or value on the black market. if they returned succesful then they could stay amungst the clan. if not they were disowned.
 
"kagami, dont you think that we should be in hiding?"
the small soma asked trying to hide her tail and pink hair. the cold air nipped at the nose on the end of thier dog like face. thier heads covered with hoods, tails neatly tucked into thier clothing, pink hair genly pulled back so no one could see.
 
"this is the best way to learn of thier culture and how to interact with them. you should know that by now."
 
"kagami is right, it is the best way. not the...most secure or ideal but it will have to work, azumi."
"i know that shazad..i am not cumfortable with the fact that we are in public. and what brutality!! i am out raged that they willingly hold rivalry against each other for a game! what is this, foot ball? what does this have to do with a ball or the foot?"
 
"azumi! calm down ok. come with me and shazad we are going to the consetion stand for something to drink."
 
"ok...dont be angry with me i do not question your leader ship but your tactics and impliments of information gathering are at the least questionalble, kagami."
 
"to some."
 
"ok, you two stop."

the three recieved many acward glances on the way down. some more suspitous than others. the crowd was suddenly distracted by the touch down that was scored. the one side of the stadium staning up cheering and yelling in the name of the team.
 
the three arived at the consetion stand. the line was long so a wait was obvious to all three of them. what was not was the encounter with the drunk. the man came wadling and stumbling tward the three.
 
"i..i...i dont...dont like you." he stammered.
 
"yes and we dont like you eather so whats your point." kagami snapped back.
 
"noo..n....n.n...no i kno.....w...wha...what you..you..t..t..three are."
 
the look of terror came to azumi's eyes. with out thinking she instinctively grabbed for the gun straped to her leg.
again with out thinking she pulled the trigger twice, sending two slugs into the head of the drunk. all of this happed wihting four seconds faster than any one could react.
 
"damn it azumi!! shazad we've been compromised!"
 
the croud scattered screaming. all three knew the next step would be the security guards. soon they would be all over them. the three ran for the side of the building using the drain pipe, scaling the buildings. ontop of the roof shazad stoped to put his hood back down. looking off the roof he saw a young boy, at least old enough to talk, looking at him.
 
"azumi, gun."
 
she silently handed him the fourty five. one, two, three shots rang threwout the stadium. the boy fell quietly to his knees. blood leaking from his brian case. the mother stood panickingly over the body.
 
"we must move you two!" kagami screamed.

[Kaya]

( O>o ...... i envy the people like you... you have wonderful ways of writing things........)

[Black-Horse]

That is very very good mah pet >.< I mysefl has an imagination to create stories >.<

[Alison Marie]

there is more...just had to get off cuz my dad needed the computer so reed it agian! it hath changed!
 
this thread will be full of them!! some have the same theme others not. so read and leave a comant!!
 

[Døvu]

Wow! I really like it. I like the characters' tones, they really established their own personalities through dialogue alone...impressive...please post more, the story itself is quite phenomenal too.

[Kaya]

*bows low then falls on face* please continue... pwease.........

[Alison Marie]

war, it consumed the county side as it always has and always will. the bombs fell with direction and purpose. burning towns and cities. people and animals. by that time most of the earth was destroyed. anthros ruled, the plants only excisted in habbitats, and the soil, sky and water were red. red with blood some liked to say. but threw the dust and the howling dark, hope. a convoy of vehichles bound for the eastern coast were the habitats were. the dark night covered the small bombed out settlement. the sound of twenty trucks growling in the distance. anthros young and old prepared bags to leave. as the trucks rolled passed some peeled off of the line and stopped to pick the once strong anthros of the settlement from thier dreary and destroyed lives. with the small group a young female anthro. wearing grey cargo pants that may have been a size to big. holes in the anckle area and covered in dirt. the red soil showing faintly. she sported an olive drab shirt. the sholders only covered. quiet though, frail looking, stuck to herself. some would have said tramatized, others shy. none are true. she would grow to be one of the most solitary but devoted of the survivers. devoted to the cause. the cause of survival, the call of life. she tossed her bag in the back and chose an empty spot were the bed of the truck met the cab. she sat down back in the ninedy degree angle and tucked her legs in to her chest. she slowly moved her arms over her legs. when they had finished their reach across her legs the hands grabed the arms. she sat looking expectently at the vast desert. the dull autum sun shown off of the D-ring on her collar.
another anthro being courious asked her " your name?"
 
the reply never came. she sat there the truck moving threw the desert her long green hair blowing in the wind. her kanine like ears pointed in the direction of the male.
 
the male reached to touch her head. she quickly pulled back, lifting one side of her lip and let out a low growl. ignoring her warning the male reached even farther. she stood up grabbed her hidden .45 put her arm around his neck and leveled her weapon.
 
a hundered calls rang out telling her to put the gun down.
a hundered times she was threatended.
a hundered times she made her point clear.
 
"try and touch me agian and you will see how it feels to be shot." her thick sideiran acent flowing fluently from her lips. the black on her face made it hard to read the expression that when with the words.
 
"one life means nothing if it saves the rest." she said.
the words could be no more true.
 
-ABOUT THE EXCERT-
so the insperation came from a song that i have been listening to i think its by eminem, slim shady something like that. i do believe the name of the song is i wont back down?? idk.
 
oh what people do in there free time! lol

[Døvu]

funny, i just listened to that song 5 minutes ago. I like the story though, please continue!!!

[Alison Marie]

so you could picture that with the song right??

[Alison Marie]

SUPER SOLDIER-PART 1
 
the gun fire rang through the stadium. the changing climate went from snow to desert in less than four minutes.
 
"contact! left flank left flank! twelve o' clock! tango down!"
 
the two teams competed against each other. the difference between the two was the color of the teams. red and blue in a continous battle. forces locked in a never ending war.
 
" this is two lemer one, red command you copy?"
 
" roger two lemer one, send trafic over."
 
" i have three contacts ahead. sending live feed."
 
" roger we have your feed. base out."
 
two lemer one, or rather cannadate 13-590-3203, slowly approched ridge. his speacially tailered armor fit his head perfictly. the swivleing ears on top allowed him to move his real ears as if with out the helmet. the small rectangular visor responded to voice cammands as well.
 
" enhance" the command was simple and sweet. the helmet responded by beeping and desplaying a reticle in the center of the visor. the vison inhanced by four times its normal vison, and with a maximum of 12x magnificaton he could easily see any one or thing creeping up on him from up to fourteen kilometers away.
 
the base color of the armor fitted well to the environment. grey on grey. digital patterns of course. and with the flash freezing and thawing the suit held a constant tempuratre of seventy degrees. a single red line about four centemeters thick wraped half way around his left calf. the snout of his helmet closely resembled that of a kaynine.
 
" base, two lemer one, i have eyes on objective. and then some."
 
" two lemer one what do you have."
 
" no need for the formality. and dont kill yourself with all the manners."
 
" protocal dicktates my actions two lemer one or do we need your number?"
 
" the call sign is fine base."
 
the extensive training program had lasted more than three weeks on end with no rest no brake. at this rate most of the cannidates figured this was thier suppiriors way of wasting rescources to avoid budget cuts. the truth was they were weeding out the weak, the low self esteamed, the liabilities.
 
" two lemer one, red three, four, and eight i need your locay' "
 
" red three, two lemer one, directly east of your position."
 
" roger i got you at three clicks. i need you here three minutes ago i have eyes on objective."
 
the mask of night would not keep them hiden forever and at this rate the noise that they had already made with the breach charges, the unsupressed weapons, and the vehichles the blue team should already know that they were there. but combat efficiancy had held that at bay.
 
" right behind you two lemer one."
 
" so you got it?"
 
" ya all three of us have confirmed. thats it."
 
the thermal imaging had revealed the masive structour hiding beneath the ground.
 
" they will never see the coming storm field team. base out."
 
- ABOUT THE EXCERT-
i was SOO bored!!

[Døvu]

yeah I can...if it were a movie, that would be the song to play with it ;P

[Alison Marie]

SUPER SOLDIER-PART 2
 
"two lemer one, evac iminant"
 
"roger base ground team out" the objective, or rather the massive underground complex that up untill twelve minutes ago had spotted, mapped and heat charted. and now the ground team wanted nothing more than to get back to there bunks.
 
"red three, what do you have for provisions?"
 
"not much in the way of delicacies, why weres your pack?" the question had caught the attention of the other two who looked at him quizicly.
 
"i had to drop it. those damned things arent ment for scouting." this was true. the large bags took up all of the armor backing. on top of that they weighed about twenty seven to twenty eight kilograms. the bags were the 'new and emproved' version of the three day assult pack. the dark grey digital camo coloring matched the armor exactly, as not to give away possition. a great idea minus the wieght and the over all bulky design. as he was on a recon mission he had abandon even the slightest thought of lugging the thing with him. for recon the best pack was the small thigh attatchment that carried a multitude of objects inside.
 
normaly he would have his cleaning kits for his 35-a-7 side arm. the dirt, snow, sand, and ever changing temerature were virtual hell, and if he didnt say so himself so was the damned arena. the other cleaning kit was for his 96B-14 assult rifle or A-MOD as they were called. the rifle and pistol both had intergraded magnifiacation that linked wirelessly to the visor in the helmet. by switching them he could easily see through the sights of the weapon.
 
next he had the target designator. the weapon looked similar to the standard side arm from the grip down. after that it looked like a large green box with a lazer pointer and a screen. it was used to call in air strikes and orbital assets or to point turrents in the right direction.
 
a tacktical knife never hurt any one eather, as long on you were on the right side of the blade that is.
 
 
-PART 2-
 
of course obviously part 3 is next. when i get off of my lazy but and bend down to pick up my computer off of my floor and off of the charger. i actually wrote most of this while at the collage with my mom. i had to go with her because i had nothing else to do!! twaz fun twaz fun.

[Alison Marie]

 - SUPER SOLDIER PART 3-
Red thee, four, and five all sat down in a small circle talking amongst themselves. “ Were is red one, two and six?” The words hung in the air like a stale odder in a room with out a fan. Finally red three broke the silence. “ dead.”
“ sorry didn’t mean to open any wounds.”
“ its fine, it was their time.” the three were not actually dead. But with the simulation being as real as possible they may as well be. If you were shot your armor would lock up from the polymer that interacted with the armor in the rounds. The rounds were called tactical training rounds or TTR for short by there superiors.
The fire teams were extremely close as well. They knew the others movements before any one else. This had to do with team placement. Each fire team was set in place at birth. They were born together, trained together, and slept in the same rooms together back on base. Because of this their combat efficiency increased tremendously.
The exception to this was two lemur one. He was alone. No fire team, no squad to back him up just him. In a way he was special. He was sent into a combat zone behind enemy lines for reconnaissance. All he had with him was his gear and BIG BROTHER. BIG BROTHER was a machine that walked on all fours. Able to carry heavy objects including the HMG 329 or the heavy machine gun 329. Once fitted with the proper suppressor all that could be heard was the firing mechanism. The small clicks of the shell being ejected and the new one being fed to the chamber and being primed. BIG BROTHER was typically used for the heavy lifting and carrying of objects that were unwieldy in the field. On this mission though he was expecting little more than two days in the field alone so BIG BROTHER was not ranked high on his ‘lug this around’ list.  “ scene the question is burning in your head, they died of two bullets to the chest and four to the head.” red five had finally spoken. Her voice seemed annoyed at having to speak. No one knew what her face looked like. With the exception for the CO’s and doctors that is. She usually wore full tactical gear. If not she would wear the standard ‘lounge pants’ or BDU’s with the same camouflage as the armor and a short sleeved grey shirt. She would have her face covered with a grey shemagh though. The face wrap exposing nothing not even the eyes.
“ I suggest we start walking before sun up.”
“ I’m with red one, we need to move. Three what do you got on aerials?”
“ Nada we’re clear for now.”
“ Alright four, five lets move. Two lemur one you coming.”
“ Ya if you know witch way evac is.”
The four walked about twenty five kilometers before retrieving the pack that two lemur one had left behind. The sun was just barley above the horizon. Of course all of it was simulated. There was no sun rise just the glare of the giant overhead light that simulated the sun.
In the distance the roar of a helicopter could be heard.
“ Hold tight ground three Charlie five in bound hot!”
“ Roger that marking LZ.” pulling out blue cold smoke he looked around noticing the movement in the background. Dropping the smoke after pulling the pin he yelled “ Contact six o’clock!”  Springing into action the four turned around at the sound of the words. They had been drilled so hard that it was instinct. The order was part of their bones at that point. The four leveled their weapons and all pulled the trigger. Shots were muffled by the roar of the grenade launcher mounted on the side of the helicopter.

[Alison Marie]

-SUPER SOLDIER PART 4-
"ok lets go home before the rest of the scout party shows up" two lemur one said, frustration burning inside of him. he boarded the helicopter with out a look back.
 
"alright come on, let get moving before the lady gets pissy!"
"i would hate to hear what brass has to say about our scout mission if they find out we decide to take on their own scout parties." with that the helicopter withdrew, crew and pasengers alike ready for to go home.
"come on take me home." two lemur one said closing his eyes ready for sleep.

[Alison Marie]

THE HUNT-PART 1
 
the cold air blew across his face. the onlything hiding his position was the dark. in the distance the running and barking of a dog was heard.
 
"find him! hes close!"
 
climbing the tree, he got as high as possable. with any luck the people searching for him would pass under him with out knowing.
 
" the survivor collony isnt far. just a few more miles."
most of the fur population was frowned upon. looked at as a, blasphamic abomination. though governments could not disagree they aproved of the 'survivor' project. in essence the project would provide habbitats for the fur populatoin. the ones who werent mass exicuted. the collonies were spaced out at great distances both from each other and from human populations. the lucky ones lived in camps inside of the cities, constantly protrolled by riot guards.
 
sneeking out was not unusuall for teenagers living in the camps, but being shot was. usually they were detained if caught.
 
the guards passed under him with out a second though, he jumped down and ran the other direction.
 
-- ok just a trial, read it and see how u like it if you dont like the begining tell me. i am soooo bored i have nothing else to do.--