Edgar was wide eyed as the crowd greeted his shuttle, he looked at Sam and then just set his head down on the console of his shuttle when it landed.
"Alright... get out of my shuttle..." Edgar sighed heavily over the intercom, and with that, Sam opened the shuttle hatch and the rear of the craft opened up, allowing Alpha to exit.
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Kokuten closed his eyes as the lights of the Alliance poured into the shuttle. To him, it was like the opening to paradise, here, this was the home of the marines of the NSS Alliance. He stumbled out of the hatch, his presence met with louder roar and applause. Kokuten scanned the room of people, and thought he saw a familiar head of green hai-...
"KOKUTEN!" roared a female voice from in the crowd, and soon, the head of green hair from the center of the crowd came crashing through. It was Suku, one-siding everyone in an effort to reach her friend.
"Hah! You're still alive!" She mocked as she approached.
"I'm a Chiaki, we're not made to get killed." Kokuten responded as if refering to himself as some kind of machine. Suku looked at the shuttle behind him.
"So where's Adrian? I wanna' sock'em one when he gets out of his armor." Suku said optimisticly.
"I don't know... He was in Epsilon, so he'd be in the other shuttle." Kokuten said, refering to the shuttle on it's way in...
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Stromm sat silently in his seat, his jaw missing, his mouth caked with blood and exposed through his AIR2. He seemed to be in some trance that couldn't be broken by his own means. In truth, the Sergeant was deep in thought. He kept thinking back to his incident with his jaw being clawed off by the Crooked Demon.
Everytime he thought back to it, he could feel a tingle, as if the claw were pulling at some ghostly jaw on his face. Everytime he'd feel it, memories would flood back of his dreadful night. It had rained that night, which made the pain worse. He could see his betrayers standing over him, bats in hand, their faces covered in smirks and grins. He could see them walking away, leaving him to die. The Sergeant could only stare, though, as he did now, unable to make a difference. In time, though, he became stronger, a more powerful man than he ever was, all it required was time.
"A Dekomir does not die!" ringed the words of his father. In that short moment of nostalgic pain, he wished that Crooked Demon had killed him.
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Jeffery Welson Coleman sat, flanked by both of the Demon pilots. Who of which were shoving to give their commander enough leg room to be comfortable. The Red Admiral held his hammer-headed cane infront of him, standing, both hands clasped on it, and his chin resting on the top. In all his years, he had never found himself in such a collosal fuck-up. The old man wiped his forehead of sweat and then continued to stare into space.
Melissa... Alyeanna... Will I ever see the two of you again? thought the Red Admiral, longing for his family.
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Ellen Oswald curled tighter into the bloodily armored bosom of her lover, Abel Exodar. The two of them had been in embrace ever since the two squads had linked up to the shuttle. She didn't care if she was getting covered in blood by being with him, all she cared about was being with him.
Abel, despite being the lesser cunning and less tempered of the two Exodar brothers, was the stronger and more passionate one of the two. She loved him for the safety she would feel in his strong arms, and yet strong, had a gentle touch that made it all the better. Her eyes would meet his ever once and a while, and soon she would be asleep.
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The last few weeks had been hell for Abel Exodar, at the start of the Offensive, he was in a battalion(Northern Tip) up to 1,000 strong, now, all that was left was him, and his brother. Sure, other battalions had survived the Offensive, but the fact remained, he and his brother were the last of 1,000 men. Before word was passed around that there was coup to be started, they were down to two squads. Yellow and Zeta squad, twenty men, heavily devided on what should be done under Jeffery's orders. Then it happened, both squad slugged it out in a horrible bloodbath to decide their future, Zeta was victorious, leaving 5 men left of the Northern Tip Battalion. Abel had lost many good friends that day, and the sadness built up into a lump in his throat.
Then there was Ellen, the light at the end of his tunnel. He was so demoralized by the time they were spray-painting their armors, he almost felt like just quitting right there. Word had come down that the Vidermok had been captured, and then destroyed when a few stubborn Reds refused to give it up. He knew Ellen was on that ship, and he knew that she looked to Jeffery like a grandfather. Gladly, though, his assumptions were swayed as word came down that she had survived with the old man. He tried to remind himself to thank him later.
Then there were the Greens... He couldn't find an opinion of them, nothing to say, as only a day ago, they were mortal enemies. He could say enough that the Delta guys were okay fella's, but the Epsilon guys made him nervous. His mind began to race then, and soon he couldn't think. What were the Greens going to do them? Would they kill Cain and himself? Would they just lock everyone up? He began to tremble as his mind couldn't take it, the thought to scream began to pulse through him but...
He looked down at Ellen, and looked at her for a moment, a young beautiful woman she was. Yet, she stained herself against his armor just be with him, his heart began to melt. All this time he had been thinking what had happened, and all the horrible things, when what did matter, was Ellen. He slid his claws ever so gently through her hair, causing her to stir for a moment and look up at him. She gave him a faint smile before falling back to sleep. He was glad he was concealed in his armor, because the strong man that was Abel Exodar, began to sob silently as he held his one true treasure close to him.