Fantasy Free For All: The Riot

[BrownBear]

"No sir I dont. You lost sir?" Nola said in his heavy lousiana accent. By the looks of his build, the way held a gun and his general demeanor.... this was no soldier.... this werent no boy scout... this man worked in an office.

 

[kjsprk]

Raiden had no intent to harm a man of business; however, he couldn't say the same for Nola. He pinned him tight against the tree, hand resting on his holstered pistol.

 

[Mooalally]

From a lot of different situations in his past life, Ranjit knew how to handle pressure.


"I'm not lost at all," he said, in a tone he liked to think suggested he knew more than he gave away. "Are you guys part of the UFA?" He wanted to get this over with, quick and easy. His gun wasn't with him anymore, but that wouldn't have done him any good anyways.


"If so, kill me now because I'm part of the NWOC. If not, then I've been looking for you."


Yes, that was it. He needed to seem omnipotent. Like Noah to the animals, he needed to be their savior.

 

[kjsprk]

Raiden gave Nola a look of 'This guys means business' He then pulled his arm back slowly and pick up the man's pistol and examined it. "I'm part of the FWF..." He unloaded the pistol. "Why, if you were looking for us, did you need this?" Shaking the pistol, unloaded.

 

[BrownBear]

"... oh" Nola said taking a moment to think back. "You guys... are those irrelevant pussies! Haahaha! Oh god... here we go... you can start the standard pompous lecture on diplomacy and shit Im all ears boy." Nola said. He began gathering nearby wood for a campfire. "Dont mind me im listening just prepping up." 
"Oh you can load that back up for him Mr. Raiden, this paper couldnt shoot a wall if he tried."

 

[kjsprk]

Raiden loaded the pistol and gave it back to the man, nodding. "Why are you looking for us?" Raiden was still close to the man. "Sorry if you're allergic to cat hair." Raiden noticed his suit jacket was coated in it.

 

[Mooalally]

Ranjit gave a dirty look to the less professional one before turning back to the one who had pinned him to a tree. Interestingly, the one who had used physical violence seemed more mature. How utterly repulsive this world had became.


"You keep the gun if you wish. We have many more where that came from, and, like your companion so," he glanced one more time at the one who was now gathering wood just to mock him, "perfectly put it, I'm an 'irrelevant pussy,' and can't aim." He threw it onto the snow, and used his hands to smooth out the shirt he was wearing. Just because he was in a potentially deadly situation didn't mean he couldn't look presentable. "I was looking for you because it's about time we started working together. We were watching that fight, you know, with you and the government. It was horridly crude. I, representing NWOC, want to hold out my hand in friendship and partners. Together," and as he said this, a glint entered his eye, "we could rule the world. Your men have the training and we have the resources. We would be an unstoppable force. But I can only do so much until you meet my hand and accept." The word 'submit' had briefly crossed his mind there, but it seemed too edgy and controlling and decided against it. He was staring straight into the man's eyes now, trying to intimidate, yet inspire him. He wasn't sure of whether it was working or not, but he was trying anyway.

 

[BrownBear]

"What makes you think... we have ANY power in our respective factions sir?" Nola said lighting the fire. "What makes you think our leaders will suddenly start trusting you guys? There is a reason why there are factions. We respresent different ideologies. And NWOC is especially known to be good in the game of backstabbing. The second we team up and overthrow UGA, YOU guys will be there to blast us with some nuke or something. Cause we all know you guys dont like getting your own hands dirty."

 

[kjsprk]

Raiden put the gun in the hand of the man and closed it. "Until you get another where this came from, you'll need it out here." Raiden brushed off the hair on the man's shoulder. "It doesn't matter honestly." He sat down in the snow. "I want, exactly what you want. I know we could do that. But I know the FWF, and they won't compromise with others. Trust me, I've tried. I can sit here all day and tell YOU how much that i want to join up...but I'm not the leader of the FWF. I'll help you with anything you need, but i can't promise even the slightest chance of a compromise with the FWF...it's just not in their nature." Raiden said agreeing with Nola.

 

[Mooalally]

"You have to try," he said, squatting down for the second time in the evening. "You have to convince them that otherwise, the rebellion will fail and we will all be wiped out. Even this place," gestured with his hand to show the area they were standing in, "I saw this place get obliterated by the government ship. We could've stopped that. We could've saved this entire damn town, and all the people in it. We could end this tonight." Some ashes flew onto his glasses and he took them off and blew the little specks away, after putting the weapon once again into the snow, but nearer to him this time. His shoes were getting wet, but that's what he deserved for coming out here without any boots on. "Do either of you smoke?" he asked, pulling out his cigarette case. He was a few short away from being completely out, and wouldn't be able to get more until he was given more, but he needed to make a good impression here. He waited for their answer to pull out one of his own, as it would be polite to let them have first choice, although they were all the same. Social conventions, so stupidly necessary.

 

[kjsprk]

"No sir. Never have..." He stretched again. "Never will. I'm 17." 
Raiden climbed up into a tree above the fire where the heat could reach him. "Business man, we'll talk more tomorrow. I wanna help, but i'm exhausted." Raidens eyes shut and his tail hung low off the branch and flicker for a while.

 

[BrownBear]

"I dont anymore... ive grown to hate the smell to be honest.... but go ahead if you must." Nola said warming up to the fire.

 

[PKCV2]

Poet sat down on his cot, taking off his pants to extract the bullet from his thigh. He used tongs and probes to dig the bullet out of him, pouring hydrogen peroxide onto the wound, he grit his teeth from the burning sensation, then he used a needle and spool to stitch himself up.


Satisfied with his job he walked around his room to get the numbness. He then at himself down and turned on his personal computer, switching to a live feed from one of the surveillance drones, the ones that couldn't be detected by the normal eye because of their tendency to stay above the clouds. He watched a feed from a drone watching a forest, the forest near the shoot out. Everything seemed clear...wait. Poet looked closer...three people and...he grinned. He recognized two of the three, that damn rebel and his black friend...but the third guy, never seen him before.


Poet imprinted the face of the Indian man into his mind, mentally drawing a red X over him. Poet leaned back. He'd deal with the third guy soon enough.

 

[kjsprk]

After about an hour, Raiden awoke from his "cat nap" and stretched out on the tree branch before hopping down. In his usual calm and monotone voice he said, "hey gotta keep moving. The next town over isn't too far from here. Raiden took a deep breath of cold winter air through his nose. "Mmm, I can smell the people cooking food..." He teased for the other two to follow him, "plus it's safer there." He added starting to climb up a tree to see if he could spot the town ahead. "From there I'll be able to contact the FWF for you sir." He said to the nicely dressed business man.

 

[klrkk123]

as Apollo woke up from sailing he sees the coast of Florida and he is extremely happy


"finally im near land. i need to find otheres from the AF and see were we stand in the riots"


as he hits a port he ties his boat down and he hops off and heads to solid land.

 

[BrownBear]

"Im ahead ust past that. So ill join you." Nola stood up and kicked snow in the fire. He finished his hookah pen and threw it in the snow. 

"Im ahead ust past that. So ill join you." Nola stood up and kicked snow in the fire. He finished his hookah pen and threw it in the snow.

(Im sorry i didnt know what to post. Things changed so quickly)

 

[klrkk123]

as Apollo walked throw city after city in Florida with his short staff in his hand he was ready for a lot of fights but was surprised he only saw a few but decided not to fight. as the night came along Apollo looked around for tall buildings to climb into and to sleep


"I thought Grand Turk had some bad fights but this is crazy. iv been walking for to long i need to find a place to sleep"


after walking for a little longer Apollo finds a building that is 8 story high and around the 6th, 7th floor there is a hole and Apollo decides to climb the building and rest there for the night.

 

[kjsprk]

Still dark outside, and snowing, Raiden continued through the deep snow. His jeans and socks soaked from his tattered boots and jeans. He sa a light in the distance, it was the city. "Here we are." he said as they approached the new landscape.

 

[BrownBear]

"DENVER BABY! Where the rebels please and the ladies tease."


He the know sneezed loudly.


"And the Kings sneeze... So this where the FWF are set up? Or just your unit?" Nola asked, crunching through the icy snow.

 

[kjsprk]

"Just me." He laughed. "My job is to recruit, not regroup." Raiden took a look around the area. "Damn. This city looks untouched almost." He looked at a building that was crumbling apart. "Almost... I gotta start lookin' for some way to contact the FWF from here..."

 

[BrownBear]

"Oh good! Cause AF's set up here!" He smiled. "ill show you the way"


Soon enough they were in the city. It truly was empty and cleaned out.


He lead him down in the subway system. "Youll get contact once we get there. My unit aint too big. Only about 25 guys.

 

[kjsprk]

"Oh joy, let's hope they don't tear me to shreds..." He ripped off his FWF insignia and shoved it into his pocket. He followed Nola.

 

[Ryia]

Ryia, Marcus, and her shock squad of 7 others are currently posted at a mobile scouting outpost about 30 miles away from the city. It consists of a mobile command center - a large armored truck loaded with computers and other communications on the inside - and a few tents. Her job right now is simply to gather information about hostile movement in the area, and to stay secret. She's been maintaining radio silence since they set up. It's her job to handle most of the servailance, after all, she is the best with technology. She enjoys being surrounded all day by the screens and interfaces of the machines in the truck, occasionally kept company by her brother, but usually alone.


Stationed in mobile command center, Ryia watches a screen showing the same footage that Poet is seeing. She watches and analyzes, making mental notes, assigning tags. Immediately one man stands out. He looks refined, unarmed, and clearly important. She pauses the footage, zooms in on what she can see of his face, and saves the image. She'll have it available on her helmet HUD for later reference - she always marks HVTs like this. Once they leave view, she stands and starts to leave, intending to inform the rest of her squad of the potential threats.


Just then, a transmission comes in at the main console. Ryia sighs before turning and sitting back down in the folding chair in front of the screen. The transmission is from the main UGA base in the area,the first one they've received since they went radio silent about two weeks ago. She accepts it and listens to the man on the other end, one of the generals at the base. Once the transmission ends, she stands back up, now going to prepare to mobilize and alert the others of their new mission.

 

[klrkk123]

waking up from his sleep a few hours later Apollo walks to the edge of the building and looks around for a few minutes surveying they area

 

[Diz]

Marcus stands watch with two other members of the squad on the outskirts of the tents. They've been here for two weeks now and there's been no action, no communication, just Ryia holed up in that truck making notes here and there. The other members of the squad are getting restless, too.


"How long?" He asks, not to anyone in particular.


"How long until what?" Comes a response from the soldier to his left, Nicholas.


"Until we do something, you know? We've been here for how long and we haven't done a thing." There's a hint of irritation in his voice. The third soldier is about to jump in when they hear the opening of the heavy door of the command center. All three heads turn to see Ryia stepping out, something that only happens when something important is happening -- or dinner time.


Marcus almost laughs at her appearance, she looks totally unprofessional. Without her armor, her size is clearly shown to be smaller than expected. Her hair is down, and the only things that separate her from an average civilian are the pistol hanging at her hip and the UGA insignia sewn into her shirt.