BDark
Three Thousand Club
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This is based on a roleplay by @Thatonechillgirl which could be found here; <a href="<___base_url___>/threads/『balkyre』.225323/" rel="">『Balkyre』</a> so please go check out. So, without any further introductions, is the first chapter, which is undone as of 12:08 AM, Saturday, May 21, 2016. Language warning ! [1] <img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=http://img1.goodfon.su/wallpaper/big/6/f9/robot-swat-kiborg-pistolet.jpg&key=70d01788479cce28b0b84be0bce6320afc82b720f09970ee665ad97e5c5c7c61" class="ipsImage" alt="robot-swat-kiborg-pistolet.jpg" /> "I don't see him." The soldier said into the mic. "Over." The winds blew against him, but his black armour prevented him from feeling the breeze. The SLDR was standing on the side of a building, holding onto a metal cord that allowed him to stand where he was. It was not tethered to his suit, however, but was connected to a device in it. He looked around at his partner way below, barely visible even from his position, crouched behind a bunch of trash containers, still as a statue. The alley below was empty. Now all he needed was for <em>Storm</em> to show up- There ! His eyes caught the figure moving, shifting. The SLDR pulled out his gun and aimed, before making sure it was him. Gunfire. The soldier felt a sudden pain below his chest. He looked down at his armour, where blood was staining. The figure had completely disappeared. He looked down, and saw him standing near the trash containers. It was a ruse, and it had worked, for the soldiers gun fell to the ground, before he himself started falling, the device that held him in place broken by the bullet. His body dropped before Grant Alpensun's feet, lifeless and broken. White, black, and orange armour. He dropped beside the body and removed the white helmet, revealing the man's young face. Poor clone. He had to be killed, of course. He examined his armour and removed a white ID Card, before rising and walking out of the alley, leaving the body behind. The men of the district were going to remove the body, along with the other in trash containers. He got to the white <em>Bullet 2.9</em> and, using the ID Card, opened the door, which slid into the sides of the car. Really expensive. This'll be worth a fortune, he thought. Of course, all cars were worth a fortune, but Arrowheads most of all. The car was white, black and long, triangular, resembling the pointed end of an arrow. It had four wheels; two large wheels at the back and two smaller ones at the front. At the top was a glass dome, under which was a single seat in the front and two in the back. One one seat in the back was a large turret; a machine gun. Alpensun slid behind the single seat in the front, behind the wheel, and flipped a few switches. The door slid back, and the car smoothly sprang to life. It felt like it had no engine whatsoever; no vibration, or rumbling. As the car moved forward, he pressed a button, typed in a code, and a little tracking device popped out. He grabbed it in his fist and punched another button, so that the glass dome slid backwards. He threw the tracker out below the wheels, reducing it to nothing but some junk, then pushed another button, letting the glass dome return to its original position. <img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=http://www.diseno-art.com/news_content/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/Nissan-BladeGlider.jpg&key=eea43acf4682e08f39d8632734146c22fa01cf9b7494701c104f725f7c414d63" class="ipsImage" alt="Nissan-BladeGlider.jpg" /> There was a beeping noise coming from some device inside the car, signaling a call. As the holographic picture appeared, static, Alpensun reached for the spare baton below his seat. There was always one in these cars, and he was too busy driving to shift his position to pull out his own stun baton. He slammed the metal stick into the little device, shattering it. He brushed the remains of the communicator aside and replaced it with his own then pressed a button on it. It projected a green holographic screen. Static. Slow beeping. "Answer, you son of a bitch." Alpensun muttered as he drove, only slowing down and pausing because the traffic stopped. Another minute passed, and the white car once again moved swiftly forward, then the green screen changed, so that a man of Alpensun's age appeared instead of the static. "Hello, Grant." "Michael," Alpensun replied to the man on the screen without bothering to look at him. "Got the car, killed the soldiers. Comin' your way now." "Alright, great. Tell me when you-" "<em>Oh, shit!</em>" "What ?" "We've got company," Alpensun said, almost impatiently, "Gonna take the longer route." He swerved right and down a dark tunnel. He flipped a switch and the light at the front of the car activated, lighting the way before Alpensun. The light from behind told him the chasers have followed him into the tunnel. There were no cars here. He punched a button and the car immediately sped, eating up distance with each second. Seeing the end of the tunnel, Alpensun at last slowed down, returning to the sunlight. He drove away from the tunnel. There were no side streets which he could pause inside. Surprisingly, this part of the city had no cars or pedestrians. Alpensun looked behind him at the chasers. Three cars, identical to the one he was driving. The glass domes removed. One man driving, the other manning the turret. There was gunfire, and the bullets barely missed him. More gunfire. The glass dome shattered with a loud cracking noise to the smallest of pieces, leaving only bits of broken, sharp glass that once formed the base of the dome. He hastily studied the buttons and switches, and his eyes landed on one specific button. He placed his finger on it. "Goodbye, fuckers." His eyes back to the road, he pushed the button, and a cylinder rose from the back of the car with two barrels and a laser locator. The red dot aimed at the car in the front, the turret fired, but the car swerved to the right. More gunfire. The cylinder turned in place, locking on the target, and firing. The car returned to its original position, but the turret turned with it, its bullets sailing past the wheel and into the driver's head. More gunfire. Alpensun swerved, going right, turning back, going past the two drivers. The two cars turned, the third going forward still, the soldier in the back attempting the remove the driver and take his place. The locator locked on the right car and fired, missing. Then the world went dark as he got back into the tunnel. Alpensun tore his eyes away from the road for a moment; he didn't need to turn and there were no cars, anyways. He pulled out an apple-sized grenade and dropped it just as the chasers got into the tunnel. He sped up, and a few seconds later heard an explosion and felt the ground shake. He glanced back. The road was blocked with rubble and debris, and the burning remains of one chaser. The other was lost. He was now back to his original road. Pushed the turret button once again, the turret sliding back into place. He called Michael once again. Alpensun pulled up beside large, solid metal gates. Through the intercom, he heard Michael's voice. "A-and... It's open !" There was a clicking noise as the gates parted slightly. Alpensun sighed and manually opened them himself, got back into the car, parked in the garage, and got out. "I'm here." He said, as he reached for the door.
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This is based on a roleplay by @Thatonechillgirl which could be found here; <a href="<___base_url___>/threads/『balkyre』.225323/" rel="">『Balkyre』</a> so please go check out. So, without any further introductions, is the first chapter, which is undone as of 12:08 AM, Saturday, May 21, 2016. Language warning ! [1] <img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=http://img1.goodfon.su/wallpaper/big/6/f9/robot-swat-kiborg-pistolet.jpg&key=70d01788479cce28b0b84be0bce6320afc82b720f09970ee665ad97e5c5c7c61" class="ipsImage" alt="robot-swat-kiborg-pistolet.jpg" /> "I don't see him." The soldier said into the mic. "Over." The winds blew against him, but his black armour prevented him from feeling the breeze. The SLDR was standing on the side of a building, holding onto a metal cord that allowed him to stand where he was. It was not tethered to his suit, however, but was connected to a device in it. He looked around at his partner way below, barely visible even from his position, crouched behind a bunch of trash containers, still as a statue. The alley below was empty. Now all he needed was for <em>Storm</em> to show up- There ! His eyes caught the figure moving, shifting. The SLDR pulled out his gun and aimed, before making sure it was him. Gunfire. The soldier felt a sudden pain below his chest. He looked down at his armour, where blood was staining. The figure had completely disappeared. He looked down, and saw him standing near the trash containers. It was a ruse, and it had worked, for the soldiers gun fell to the ground, before he himself started falling, the device that held him in place broken by the bullet. His body dropped before Grant Alpensun's feet, lifeless and broken. White, black, and orange armour. He dropped beside the body and removed the white helmet, revealing the man's young face. Poor clone. He had to be killed, of course. He examined his armour and removed a white ID Card, before rising and walking out of the alley, leaving the body behind. The men of the district were going to remove the body, along with the other in trash containers. He got to the white <em>Bullet 2.9</em> and, using the ID Card, opened the door, which slid into the sides of the car. Really expensive. This'll be worth a fortune, he thought. Of course, all cars were worth a fortune, but Arrowheads most of all. The car was white, black and long, triangular, resembling the pointed end of an arrow. It had four wheels; two large wheels at the back and two smaller ones at the front. At the top was a glass dome, under which was a single seat in the front and two in the back. One one seat in the back was a large turret; a machine gun. Alpensun slid behind the single seat in the front, behind the wheel, and flipped a few switches. The door slid back, and the car smoothly sprang to life. It felt like it had no engine whatsoever; no vibration, or rumbling. As the car moved forward, he pressed a button, typed in a code, and a little tracking device popped out. He grabbed it in his fist and punched another button, so that the glass dome slid backwards. He threw the tracker out below the wheels, reducing it to nothing but some junk, then pushed another button, letting the glass dome return to its original position. <img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=http://www.diseno-art.com/news_content/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/Nissan-BladeGlider.jpg&key=eea43acf4682e08f39d8632734146c22fa01cf9b7494701c104f725f7c414d63" class="ipsImage" alt="Nissan-BladeGlider.jpg" /> There was a beeping noise coming from some device inside the car, signaling a call. As the holographic picture appeared, static, Alpensun reached for the spare baton below his seat. There was always one in these cars, and he was too busy driving to shift his position to pull out his own stun baton. He slammed the metal stick into the little device, shattering it. He brushed the remains of the communicator aside and replaced it with his own then pressed a button on it. It projected a green holographic screen. Static. Slow beeping. "Answer, you son of a bitch." Alpensun muttered as he drove, only slowing down and pausing because the traffic stopped. Another minute passed, and the white car once again moved swiftly forward, then the green screen changed, so that a man of Alpensun's age appeared instead of the static. "Hello, Grant." "Michael," Alpensun replied to the man on the screen without bothering to look at him. "Got the car, killed the soldiers. Comin' your way now." "Alright, great. Tell me when you-" "<em>Oh, shit!</em>" "What ?" "We've got company," Alpensun said, almost impatiently, "Gonna take the longer route." He swerved right and down a dark tunnel. He flipped a switch and the light at the front of the car activated, lighting the way before Alpensun. The light from behind told him the chasers have followed him into the tunnel. There were no cars here. He punched a button and the car immediately sped, eating up distance with each second. Seeing the end of the tunnel, Alpensun at last slowed down, returning to the sunlight. He drove away from the tunnel. There were no side streets which he could pause inside. Surprisingly, this part of the city had no cars or pedestrians. Alpensun looked behind him at the chasers. Three cars, identical to the one he was driving. The glass domes removed. One man driving, the other manning the turret. There was gunfire, and the bullets barely missed him. More gunfire. The glass dome shattered with a loud cracking noise to the smallest of pieces, leaving only bits of broken, sharp glass that once formed the base of the dome. He hastily studied the buttons and switches, and his eyes landed on one specific button. He placed his finger on it. "Goodbye, fuckers." His eyes back to the road, he pushed the button, and a cylinder rose from the back of the car with two barrels and a laser locator. The red dot aimed at the car in the front, the turret fired, but the car swerved to the right. More gunfire. The cylinder turned in place, locking on the target, and firing. The car returned to its original position, but the turret turned with it, its bullets sailing past the wheel and into the driver's head. More gunfire. Alpensun swerved, going right, turning back, going past the two drivers. The two cars turned, the third going forward still, the soldier in the back attempting the remove the driver and take his place. The locator locked on the right car and fired, missing. Then the world went dark as he got back into the tunnel. Alpensun tore his eyes away from the road for a moment; he didn't need to turn and there were no cars, anyways. He pulled out an apple-sized grenade and dropped it just as the chasers got into the tunnel. He sped up, and a few seconds later heard an explosion and felt the ground shake. He glanced back. The road was blocked with rubble and debris, and the burning remains of one chaser. The other was lost. He was now back to his original road. Pushed the turret button once again, the turret sliding back into place. He called Michael once again. Alpensun pulled up beside large, solid metal gates. Through the intercom, he heard Michael's voice. "A-and... It's open !" There was a clicking noise as the gates parted slightly. Alpensun sighed and manually opened them himself, got back into the car, parked in the garage, and got out. "I'm here." He said, as he reached for the door.
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