The constrict got word of these new rebel fighters and started to panic, they had no idea what to do about strike so they decided that the best course of action was to frighten strike into giving up by punishing the people of necrode that strike were so close to.
Code – Boris !
Boris – Yes sir, can I help you sir
Code – You can help me, I want to see the town suffer for the actions of this strike, how DARE they oppose constrict ……… round up at random 15 women and children and have them brought here and executed.
Boris – But sir …
Code – Just do it, I don’t want any of your whining
Boris - ...... Yes sir
Code – Strike think that they can take me out, they have another thing coming.
Into the distance code walked, the evil leader of constrict weapon in hand and the blood of 15 inoccent people on his soul. Heartless he retreated to the highest point of the constrict tower where he could glance over all of necrode and contemplate the destruction of this world and the creation of his.
"So… Where’s our first strike? Strike." The girl chuckled slightly at her own cheesy comment. "We don’t know yet." An older man huffed looking over a map of the main city that was necrode. "Well… can’t we figure something out!?" The man laughed "You just can’t wait to explode can you?" The girl smirked "Funny you should mention explosions ... I do tend to find myself at a sort of peak when blowing something to high heaven." The man laughed more "Lariah my dear, necrode's streets will be stained with blood because of you." The girl’s smile turned slightly wicked "Yeah!" She tossed her long brown hair to one side clenching her hand in a fist for dramatic effect.
"Is it possible for you two to cut the chit chat and let us in on a plan?" The girl glared up at one of the younger men. He was tall and bronze skinned lean, well built. But he sure had seen his share of battle. "Fine Hakto. So Tronto ... whatcha got for us?" Tronto gathered the group around a map and waited a moment before he began.
"Our first initial thought was to attempt to ravage one of the larger NRC’s of the city but since then we’ve realized that this would put more lives in danger. So we have come up with an alternate version of the same plan so that maybe we won’t have any unnecessary deaths on our hands."
"Alternate plan?? with an NRC?? what are we going to do, spray paint it in pretty colors with ‘ constrict sucks’??" Lariah leaned in closer to the map studying the area.
"If you’d let him finish, maybe you’d know Lariah." Hakto gritted his teeth eyeing her harshly.
"Oh ... Cann it Hakto, Tronto’s trying to tell us a plan if you didn’t notice." Lariah eyed him playfully
"CANN IT YOU TWO!!!!" Vince’s rich voice brought a silence behind it.
"Thank you Vince, now, as I was saying ... Obviously we aren’t trying to kill the people but instead free them. So, our revised plan would still involve seizing the NRC, but instead of destroying the thing, we exploit it for our own purposes." Lariah's nose twitched slightly in confusion
"What could be possibly gain from a keg of synergy that would be more useful than tech armour?" Sakira shifted slightly from her nitch against the wall.
"That’s simple, before NRC units were installed, most of the buildings were necrode trading offices or militia training bases, meaning ... we could find anything from tech armour and tech weapons, to incriminating files and synergy experimental creatures." Lariah nodded.
"So how do we get in?" Hakto asked
"As far as we know the safest way to get ourselves in would be a tunnel system 10km south of here"
“Where does it come out at?” Vince asked unsure, almost already knowing the answer
"That’s what we’re not sure of lad, we know it comes out somewhere within the NRC, but the tunnels are from back in the militia training days so to add to Sakira’s comment you may find some valuable gear there as well."
"10km? isn’t that a bit much to be walking?" Lariah traced her finger along the map
"Who said we’re walking?" Vince couldn’t help but smirk at Lariah’s nearly childish demeanor.
"Oh we’re not?" Lariah looked up to Vince slightly confused, but relieved.
"Heck no! right Tronto?" Tronto chuckled in his throat
"By no means not in this heat. The Tanker oughta be fine, take it." He threw Vince the keys
"You ain’t drivin’ Tronto?" Vince let the keys hit him in the chest and fall into his palm.
"No.... I won’t be going with you guys anymore ...... I’m getting to old for this save the world crap, at least ... on a direct level." Vince looked slightly saddened
"What about your ..." The man stood up and walked over to Vince
"I want you to have it, it’s served me well in battle. I’d hate to deny letting it free this land from the grip on constrict." He handed Vince his trusty Lunar Rifle.
The room grew quiet for a time, all left to their own thoughts about the old mans withdraw ..... Until he finally broke the silence.
"You start early tomorrow folks, rest people rest!" Most of the group responded with a nod or at least a ‘yeah’ and headed off to there beds. Tronto watched as everyone filed out to their separate places. He didn’t even have to turn to know who was behind him. "Something bothering you Zidane?" The man almost seemed to unmerge with the shadows around him, barley nodding his head but not saying a word and Tronto turned to stare at him.
"..... I want to lead the attack, I know the area." He shrugged pulling himself from against the wall…
"That’ll be fine, I don’t see why the others would mind" He looked back up and Zidane had already left.
As the new day dawned zidane arose early, he seemed to need to ready himself for the battle by walking around and contemplating the task at hand, he boldly took his steps into necrode where he found that there seemed to be something happening.
Zidane - (hhm, this is bound to involve constrict, always does in this hell hole, I better check it out)
Zidane strode over to a man who was observing what was going on.
Zidane – what’s going on over here.
Old man – it’s the constrict, they’ve taken some civilians off to be executed, they say it is because we are harboring that strike group, I tell you if I ever get my hands on one of them im gonna ……….
Zidane – (crap, always our fault, I better get outta here or it could get ugly.)
Bystander – hey that’s one of them, hes from strike, its his fault.
A man with a rather large hanto sword leapt up and yelled, “GET HIM!!”
Zidane – no way this is not my day, im outta here,
The civilians sarounded him, zidane had no clue what he should do, all of them angry and after his blood.
Zidane - (man I can’t fight them their just civilians, damn that constrict, I gotta get outta here, but I can’t go back to the hang out or they’ll know where we are ……….. ok im ready for them) CONSTRICT IM COMING AFTER YOU.
With that zidane pushed through the crowd and ran for the constrict building with his valance sword in hand, he left behind him the astonished crowd. The crowd were wispering, “hes crazy” “he’ll get himself killed” “good, if he didn’t then I would have killed him” as zidane approached the gates to the looming constrict tower the gaurds ran out to stop him, zidane withdrew his sword but to no avail, he was captured and had an uncertain future.
~constrict tower~
boris – code we have one of the strike traitors, what shall we do with him.
Code – hhm, I would like to see him executed for his crimes against us right now .... but I have a better idea, you see boris if we execute him then the others will flea in fear, but I want them all, instead we will lock him away and schedule a public execution, that should get the others out of their hiding.
Boris – yes sir, when shall we schedule the execution then
Code – lets see, hhm …….. two days time.
Boris – yes sir.
Code – at last, my will is finally becoming a reality, they will pay for trying to take me down, every last one of them ! When the time comes I will have them where I want them, HAHAHA.
Code slinked away to his watchtower, where he stands ever ready to take on what the world has in store for him.
~strike hang out~
as the morning drew to its peak the strike members awoke to take on the plans for the day, only to discover that zidane is missing.
Tronto – good morning everyone, are you ready for today.
Vince - sure is hell are.
Lariah – oh yeah let me at that constrict scum.
Sarine – as ever my magical attacks are at the service of strike.
Sakira – you bet, constrict our going down.
Hakto – time for some ass kicking.
Tronto – ok it seems like you are all ready, remember that you must show caution on this mission, the constrict are not to be underestimated, I want you all to come back you hear, this is NOT a one way mission. Now where is zidane I need to speak to him.
Lariah – I think he is still sleeping, not like him.
Vince – I’ll wake him up.
Vince entered zidane’s room to find it empty, he returned to the meeting room to inform the others.
Vince – hey it looks like zidane has split, geez he knows how important this attack is.
Lariah – that is so like him, he doesn’t care about anyone.
Hakto – well what the hell are we going to do now.
