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Battle Prelude: gAg part 1
Posted By: Mister Frodo<tbone17lig@yahoo.com>
Date: 15 October 2005, 10:25 pm
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(Note: This story kind of dissolves into weirdness at the end. Sorry, I didn't have enought words. Enjoy.)
The Spartan raised his gun. "Really, see, it'd be a waste of ammo to shoot you, because you're just going to run out there and suicide. Again." He rolled his eyes. "Even I'm better than all you noobs running around here." He waved his hand. "Go on, get. Your score's about to go down one, anyway."
The noob ran away.
"Sev?"
The Spartan pulled out his radio. "I'm here."
"Where have you been?"
"Kicking noob butt on Foundation."
"Ol' Cappy wants you here, Sev. And let me tell you, he's pretty P.O.ed."
"Good. We'll win more battles that way." Sev clicked the com off and pressed a button on his wrist. "Teleport to Containment, Anduril. And make it snappy."
A silver A.I. popped up. "Fine, fine. That match at Burial Mounds was just getting good, too..."
"I don't give crud about your spectating. Now."
"Right, right. Keep your pants on." He snapped his fingers. Green and blue rushed past Sev as he closed his eyes.
Someone slapped him on the back. "Sev, you made it."
He opened his eyes. Leafblade and Dr. BOB stared at him.
"About time you got here."
Sev turned around. Klone, captain of their team, walked up to him. "Doc here tells me you've been playing with the noobs at Foundation." He narrowed his eyes. "On a Sunday."
"Sorry, sir."
"Yeah, Cappy, he didn't mean anything."
"Quiet, Doc. You never, and I mean, NEVER, play against noobs on a Sunday! It's disgraceful."
Sev sighed. "Sorry, sir."
"Don't do it again, Sev." He turned back to the others. "Head's given us a mission. We have to enter the High Stakes Tourney." He looked at everyone. "And win."
"The HST?" Leafblade whistled. "Those guys are good, Cappy. I mean, 1337 good."
"I know, Leaf, but I can't change that. We're leaving in the morning." He started to walk away. "Be ready at Dawn."
They watched him leave. "You know, that reminds me." Leafblade glanced at the others. "RedDawn is going to be in the tournament. You know how good they are."
"That's all hype." Sev clicked his SMG. "We'll be ready for them."
"Um, yeah." Dr. BOB looked at the others. "Um, guys, the story's not 750 words yet."
"What!?" Leafblade groaned. "Come on! That was the perfect ending place!"
"I know. But hey, rules are rules."
"Great." He raised his eyebrows. "What are we going to do for another 300 words?"
"We could play plasma grenade catch."
"Oh, no, I know you. You're always like 'I'll throw first', and then, BOOM! I hate playing with you."
"We could surf the web."
"We don't have a computer."
"What about Andy?"
"It's Anduril."
"Yeah, whatever. We could use him."
"Nah, alot of websites are adopting this thing where they put the writing in like little, tiny, microscopic letters."
"HBO doesn't do that."
"It'd suck if they did, anyway."
Sev held up his arms. "Okay, you two, come on. Let's go to Warlock and beat up some noobs."
"It's a Sunday, for Pete's sake, Sev." Dr. BOB shook his head. "Ol' Cappy'd have a fit."
"Are we at 750 words yet?"
"I doubt it."
"Crud. What are we going to do?"
"We could go to sleep?"
"Do you know how uncomfortable naps are in this armor? Even in this subzero weather, it's like a billion degrees!"
"You know what would be cool?"
Sev looked at Leafblade. "No, what?"
"Like a rifle, like the old pistol, unlike these cruddy magnum thingies."
"Yeah, Pistols forever!"
"Come on, let's go out for ice cream. My treat."
"Of course, when you say my treat, you mean I pay, right?"
"Of course. Brotherly love, after all."
"Never work with a guy from Philadelphia."
Sev started heading towards the Warthog. "I'm going for a drive. Anyone want to come?"
"Sorta." Dr. BOB looked back at the base. "You think Cappy will mind?"
"He'll be fine." Leafblade jumped into the passenger seat. "This is going to be fun. Trust me."
"Right." Dr. BOB climbed to the turret. "The moment I trust you, it's BAM! Right in the kisser."
"Oh, shut it." Sev put his foot down on the pedal. "Let's go to the left."
"No, the right."
"Left."
"Right."
"How about straight?"
Sev shrugged. "Nice suggestion, Doc." He drove straight ahead. "Wonder what's it like in Beaver Creek right now?"
"Sunny skys, of course."
"As usual. We get a base at this icehole, but Crabboy, he gets Beaver Creek! Can you believe it?"
"Yes. It's fate."
"Let me tell you something. Fate sucks."
Dr. BOB looked back. "Uh, guys?"
"Yeah?"
"Where's our base?"
Sev stopped the jeep. They looked back.
"It's gone!" Leafblade jumped out. "We're lost forever!"
"Not forever, Leaf. Someone will eventually find our dead bodies and give us a proper burial."
"Always looking on the bright side, huh, Doc?"
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