Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha Character Creation and Discussion

[Aaron008R]

Originally Posted by LoweGear

Oh yes, you've lost it alright

*Activates Geass*

I command you to watch ARIA THE ANIMATION will all your strength!!!!!

I'll see...

Originally Posted by Saint X

Even though it was really a bit too exaggerated?

~RICHAAAAAARRRRRDDDDDD~
~ERRRRIIIIIKKKAAAAAA~

Yes. It was LOLtastic!

- A dedicated warrior hell bent on revenge and retribution can focus with a sword that basically climaxes during use.

She's like being done AKA HAVING SEX with by her user...

*runs from morality mob*

Originally Posted by LoweGear

It's time for... NOSTALGIA TIME!!!!!!

Spoiler for Tosho DAIMOS!!!!!:

Out of the three Nagahama Romance series, Daimos is my favorite, more so than BORUTESU FAIIIIIBU!!!!!!!!!

All in all, it had the best romance storyline in my opinion.

Originally Posted by Nightengale

Don't worry, I don't intend it to be legit. Build off misunderstandings and lol for most parts.

Just a thought, can we add these misunderstandings to the official timeline?

Just like how I intend to do my Saga-Lucino thing.

Rosen will be more serious, but even then, I already have plans on how to off his part of the chase. (( well, I better start writing a profile first. ))

Does he still look like Schumacher from Cyber Formula?

Well, I suppose Saga can be the supposed original Black, the Century King mode...

Spoiler:

First time I saw this!

Though toku-wise, Ryukendo is probably a better fit for Saga since they both use... keys.

Yep. Much more fitting.

"He must be very nice to you."

"Only in my dreams."

"But even so, he works well with you, does he not?"

Taking her words slightly different from the intended question, Tesla grimaced as she remembered dream 'him' ogling her. "You could say that..."

It drives me crazy though.

Originally Posted by Evangelion Xgouki

Being a fairly new resident, what does that mean, anyway?

Friends in heart/spirit.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

Blaster Mode upped the damage radically, but as I recall they say that even "normal" spam is not ideal and ought to be avoided if reasonably possible.

IMO, only the Aces and the like can do 'normal' spam and not feel tired.

In an anime romance? When has that happened ever? Defeating one rival will just make another one pop up the fight is never over until you acutally get married.

It doesn't even end in marriage.

Indeed we wouldn't want to bring Godwin Law down on our heads...

Already happened with arkhangelsk and Mirificus on a roll during the episode discussions...

Originally Posted by krisslanza

I have the feeling today will be the usual slow days for me... Curse my inability to be on when almost everyone else is!
*cough*

I'm, as usual, too lazy to make a backlog. But I did remember hearing Princess Maker. Didn't know any but the 2nd one had any sort of translations done... Although the 2nd one has some ero bits in it I believe... If you get the original version. The one that would've came to the states is editted.

I've actually finished a draft on that dragon girl Keroko made me want to make Keep in mind: This is all a work in progress. Anything can change before I finalize it. Heck, I may never finalize it so >.>

Spoiler for Experiment Dragon Subject-Forty Seven:

Before I go on, I'll point out 3 things in this are references to something else... Although some are pretty obscure, but I don't think as obscure as the references in Rune's profile :P

Name: EDS-47 or No.47
Codename: 'Glass'
Gender: Female
Age: Two months (Working age)
Race: Unknown, dragon hybrid
Dragon color: Emerald
Skin color: Pale
Eye color: Gold/Pink
Hair color/length: Pale green/knees
Height: 4' 5"
Weight: 76 lb (Random number here... I'm not good at 'healthy' weights )
Mage rank: Created S+, now C
Mage type: Neo-belkan
Device type: Armed device, claw
Device name: Nei
Other notes: I'm just going to toss this out here... A buxom loli. *Runs*

Also pretty finalized on Rune... When I get my computer back, or maybe one day when I'm feeling up to it, I'll think of fixing the 'spoiler' I made in Fanfic and show it here with her

Looks good. Though is she stand-alone or a familiar?

Originally Posted by Keroko

Tesla: Hehehe this is addicting.

Fate: Are you sure this is allright?

Tesla: Sure, ooh there he goes again!

Tesla found a new hobby...

[Tk3997]

Originally Posted by FlameSparkZ

For some reason that reminds me of this...

Spoiler for OMG x_x:

And the eyes of the Ranger are upon you,
Everything you do he's gonna see,
When you're in Texas look behind you,
'Cause that's where the Ranger's gonna be...

Must purify myself with anime! NAO!!!
*runs*

I've often wonder whether the Texas Rangers enjoyed or were mortified by that show...

Well, it's be RH's fault for having such a trigger-happy personallity

[twisted saying]"People don’t kill people, devices do."[/twisted saying]

Originally Posted by Evangelion Xgouki

Hmmm...I can't help but think of that scene in Evangelion where Misato is staring at the pile of complains, fines, and other joyous paperwork on her desk after the failed attack against the 7th Angel

Like I said that would be the least of her worries once the lawyers showed up...

Originally Posted by stormturmoil

Did you Have to use that particular phrase in connection with this person?

wrong choice of words on so many levels...

How so last I check Keroko wasn't into beastiality, half dog, etc...

Originally Posted by Keroko

Tesla: Hehehe this is addicting.

Fate: Are you sure this is allright?

Tesla: Sure, ooh there he goes again!

I'm sure he's done enough stuff we don't even know about to warrant it.

Sure... if you live long enough after killing her. A pissed Keroko is not something you want when standing over the corpse of her familiar.

And no party would ever be able to take her with all the top players being college age dorks they'd be too busy ogling her to acutally attack effectively...

I should get the time to start writing myself again soon.

I've finally got a bit of time myself as well I've got a little over 1,500 words done on the VxF piece, but it's slow going writing action is much easier...

Tesla: Darn. Change of plans, switch to magic damage!

I'd just switch to bullets it's rather hard to have resistance to really fast bit of metal tearing through your flesh.

'Soul Mate' It's a lucky star reference.

This makes more sense then another vague translation I got out of Aaron a while ago. Though I always knew where it came from at least.

Don't be so sure, there are people who like a challenge.

And those are the ones that end up dying young.

'psycological warfare'

A buzzword of dubious merit that’s basiclly never really swung battles… at least not by affecting the enemy. Just look at what effect such efforts have had throughout history the most common is to give the targets a good laugh before they get back the business of killing you. Really unless the person is already actively suicidal getting them to kill themselves is going to be nearly impossible, short of mind control as I mentioned.

Forgot to adress this one... try watching episode 2 again, particularely the part where Signum goes to pick up Erio and Caro. You'll notice that the station is swarming with familiars.

Or the TSAB is just fairly diverse and includes a number of standard sci-fi near/abhumans… Acutally that seems entirely more likely then having huge numbers of familiars roaming around. I just find the idea they’re swarming all over the place with presumably pretty low level civilian mages a tad suspect.
I mean what would someone like that even use one for? Besides a servant which raises so many moral and ethical questions it’s not even funny… Acutally Familiars do that anyway and as such pose all kinds of civil rights questions. You might be able to glance over these somewhat if they’re a fairly tiny population, but they become allot more contentious if they’re common place. Familiars that we see have human level intellects which ought to, by most enlightened thinking, entitle them to human level rights including telling their “masters” to get bent when they tell them to go stand in front of the enemies buster spell...

So can Familiars tell their masters to get bent and leave? Do the masters “own” them? What rights do they have? Are they citizens? Etc, etc… Just stuff to think about.

Sleepers daughters...

Sleeper Cell Daughters.

Didn't we do that a few pages back already?

It's really only when you start talking about it seriously that you get in trouble...

Tesla: Remind me to contact you when thee is some torture needing to get done.

You bet I've watched into documentaries on the subject and reall you don't need anything as high tech as electricity or the like to do it. I mean some of the stuff they did the middle ages... medieval indeed.

Good point, though 'solo' in this case means more along the lines of 'not having any backup of the same level.' With high-ranked mages being rare, most of her backup will be grunts. when encountering higher level threats, having backup that at least matches your abillities would be handy.

Probably, but the point is you'd still have guys around to watch your back and even a small group of grunts is probably at least as good as a single familiar.

It's times like these that make me wish they expanded on Fate's job a bit more.

Yeah well it's not like we got much more then vague hints about really anyone else's job besides Nanoha either, and even then it was mainly the manga that saved her from being nearly as ambiguous as everyone else. The role and missions of the various forces in the TSAB haven't really been well laid out in canon which has left us to kind of try and piece it together with frankly not nearly information. I'm mainly working off what would make sense and reduce overlap and redundancy between forces while fitting with what scraps we get from canon.

Well, Rogue Squadron wasn't just some run-of-the-mill Squadron. They did infiltration, sabotage and in some cases espionage (usually to gather intel for the first two) as well. So Keroko will have some experience on that part.

The Espionage might have some usefulness the sabotage and infiltration rather less so, an Enforcer wears a uniform and seems to work in an official capacity so infiltration probably isn't really something they do. Plus the higher level ones might well be rare enough that allot of criminals will know the ones that work in their area so undercover ops are probably right out as well.

Oh, trust me, it won't be as easy as 'hey, I wanna be an Enforcer' and done. Even with the experience, elite-mage treatement and string-pulling from both Fate and Keroko it will take a full year before Keroko can even begin as a serious Enforcer.

Still seems pretty quick, but I suppose with help from the inside it might be possible. I'd still put some emphasis on the differences and try not to make her seem ultra competent right out of the gate. I'd think she'd bum around close to Fate for quite a while after being fast tracked into the community helping her with cases and such and no acutally begin taking any major ones on her own for several years.

Originally Posted by Liingo

Did their GM ever go off at them like this?

I’ve been that guy before on the VOIP in FPS and RTS games more then I’d care to admit…

“No you fuckers go to the objective, the objective its THIS WAY, stop camping the damn airplane spawns!”
“Damn AT will you put away that god damn SMG and shot the tanks like you fucking SUPPOSED TO!”
“This is a vehicle map why dose this squad have 5 fucking snipers camping the only building on the map?!”
“The UAV shows the area is clear stop camping and PUSH asshats!”
“Just stand next to the damn flag this isn’t that complicated!”
“Damn it you’re the medic why don’t you have the fucking Defib dumbass?!”
“Smoke grenades on top of our own defensive positions are NOT helping numbnuts!”
“God you’re all fucking retarded, I hate you all so much.”

I don't really like to lose much...

[Reiji Tabibito]

Originally Posted by Aaron008R

You sure did.

Uguu~!

Originally Posted by Aaron008R

Hey, I have my own share of taste for steamy material too. I just prefer cute and MOE more.

Note to Self: Begin Operation In-Touch-With-Inner-Ecchi...

Originally Posted by Aaron008R

I'll be making some large changes to avoid too much referencing.

Leave SOME in there...especially Urataros...

"May I string you along?"

Originally Posted by Aaron008R

Very nice. you wrapped up the arc quite nicely, albeit quickly.
Though it also reminds me to study some Kansai variations of words when I make Hayate speak in Japanese...

...I forgot that she doesn't speak Standard.

And the resolution couldn't take too long...I have plans for everyone.

Originally Posted by Aaron008R

Okay... Jun surprised me more than the story itself...

There'll be references to Nexus, and when I watch them, Den-O and 555 scattered everywhere.

Originally Posted by FlameSparkZ

Hmmm....should I?

YERS!!

Originally Posted by FlameSparkZ

Now that you mentioned Yuuno...I remember seeing in A's Artwork Book Side-A, that the ribbon Yuuno wears in the Epilogue and StrikerS, is one of Nanoha's ribbons
Also, didn't Vivio say that the ribbon she wears on her hair is also one of Nanoha's?
And of course, how could we ever forget the first time she gave her ribbons to someone? Fate

I guess Nanoha has the habit of giving ribbons to people she cares about
*runs*

...I need to get Arcas one of those...

Originally Posted by Keroko

Nicely done. And thus the Arcas/Grandis issue is resolved.

Though... Emo Arcas is emo.

For now...wait till the marriage plans go public.

Though, Arcas will be less angry and more weepy about that...

Originally Posted by Saint X

Kyla: Don't you know that it's a long lost Mid tradition that giving ribbons to someone is a sign of...

- Deep Friendship to the same Gender?

- Formal recognition as a child to people younger?

- Engagement to the opposite sex?

Thread:

Kyla: What?

Arcas: Well, yeah. It's an enormous part of the Emira family.

Originally Posted by LoweGear

And Arcas finally learns to accept Hayate's own feelings about Grandis. At least it'll be smooth sailing from this point on we hope

Like I said, till marriage.

Originally Posted by LoweGear

Though the TSAB knows Stockholm Syndrome as Bauer Syndrome? Does the certain TSAB officer have a penchant for having a very hectic and EPIC 24 hours?

That he may...

Originally Posted by LoweGear

*Activates Geass*

I command you to watch ARIA THE ANIMATION will all your strength!!!!!

WARNING: Geass does not affect targets who already carry belief.

Originally Posted by Liingo

Although Bauer? I guess this TSAB officer has had a few hectic 24 hour days huh?

...Perhaps.

Originally Posted by FlameSparkZ

For some reason that reminds me of this...

Spoiler for OMG x_x:

And the eyes of the Ranger are upon you,
Everything you do he's gonna see,
When you're in Texas look behind you,
'Cause that's where the Ranger's gonna be...

Must purify myself with anime! NAO!!!
*runs*

HEY! I liked that show...


...and don't forget:

"If you can see Chuck Norris, he can see you. If you CAN'T see Chuck Norris, you might only be seconds away from death."

[Aaron008R]

Originally Posted by Reiji Tabibito

Note to Self: Begin Operation In-Touch-With-Inner-Ecchi...

Bug off, Oppai-fetishist. Almost everybody is pretty much a pervert, just by varying degrees of what they have and how much they show.

Leave SOME in there...especially Urataros...

"May I string you along?"

Naturally. I'll have him against Tesla in the finale.

BTW, casualties in war WILL be there.
I'd like to deviate from the Nanoha stereotypical stories for a bit and really introduce villains that will get killed off by the protagonists instead of the 'Everyone lives!' type... Maybe some on the protagonist side as well, so I guess I might just make OC's for the good guys too.

Ah, crap... More work for me... Though the decision to kill off my pseudo-Taros Quartet is still up in the air...

...I forgot that she doesn't speak Standard.

Tut, tut. That's one of her defining traits.

There'll be references to Nexus, and when I watch them, Den-O and 555 scattered everywhere.

Approved!

[Kagerou]

Not at all satisfied with the way this ended, but that's why this is a one-shot in 3 parts. And also, look for a couple blatant Star Wars references and an Ace Combat reference.

Spoiler for Sorairo Days:

Entropy Through Order: Case Files of the Order of Freelance Mages
Third Order: Sorairo Days
-- Second Arc: Sky-Colored

The Surface of Belzac, Pre-Dawn
-- Two Days Ago

The desert was vast, wide, quiet. Its endless expanse was marred only by the dunes and the occasional plateau, parts of dead ranges from a land that saw little rain, only endless sandy wind. Among the sand, small creatures scurried about, looking for the fading shade as the dawn sun began to break over the horizon line. From the east, the very star that had caused part of this blasted land began to show its face.

On top of a particular rock formation that was a hybrid slope/plateau, a man leaned his back against a rock that jut from the surface of the plateau. Wind lapped at the loose ends of his duster, causing it to flow slightly in the air. Glimmers of light danced off the metal studs in the duster and the metal on his boots. A heavy hand rested on his wide-brim hat as tired eyes looked up, brown-gray orbs containing years of experience. As he stared at the sun, his eyes took in the light and seemed to alight him, preparing him for the day to come.

"I wonder..." he said to himself. "How th' day will go?" A second later, he assumed his customary grin. "It'll go well, that's how! Righ'!"

With that, the man turned around and looked down from his vantage point. As if on cue, the sun's rays illuminated him from behind, shining around him. Simultaneously, the wind changed direction and blew against him from behind, causing his duster to billow dramatically. His grin seemed to light up on cue as he looked down at the small camp. Stepping forward, he walked on to the side of the hill and began to slide down it. When he hit the bottom, he walked between the other four heavy sleepers.

"Alrigh' now, time ta get up!" he shouted. "Wide an' awake, kids!"

"Ugh, morning already?" Franz groaned as he rolled over. "Just a few more minutes, sir."
"Stifle it, Franz," Glen muttered as he half-pushed a groggy Emili off of him. "I'll gather our things. Phoenix."

[Ja.] The sword responded.

Emili pushed against the ground and lifted herself, stretching. "Mou... I hate sleeping on the dirt."
"Tell me about it," Naomi sighed as she stood up and patted off the dirt on her. "This'll never wash out!"

"Aw, come on," Erick said. "It's not tha' bad. Hell, people used ta live like this back on Erusia!"
"Before a little thing called 'civilization' was invented," Emili shot back. Franz groaned and put his duster over his head.

"Come on, guys, I want to sleep!"
"Baka no Franz!" Naomi shouted, kicking her older brother in the side, causing him to flip over rather comically. "Get up!"

Franz opened one eye and glared at the girl before sighing in resignation and getting up to a stand. Putting on his trademark sunglasses, he grabbed his duster and quickly put it on as the rest of the camp did the same.

"Ah, 'ere she comes." Erick intoned, turning and standing sideways as he looked over at the sun. "It's a beautiful morn,"

Glen, who was kneeling near Erick as he gathered everyone's belongings, looked up at the sun as it rose. Next to him, Emili leaned on her rifle, and Naomi walked around to the side of Emili and stood with a hand on her hip and a hand over her eyes as she stared at the star. Next to Erick and across from Glen, Franz put his hands in his pockets as he also stared at the sunrise.

"Ayup..." Erick said to himself. "It's gonna be a good'n today."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

And they walked.

Through the pounding desert heat and sands, they walked. A group of five people, sticking close to each other as they walked next to a large cliff face, and looking every part the average citizen of the planet; dusters, wide-brim hats, revolvers, boots, the whole nine yards. They looked like they belonged as they walked, seemlingly unaffected by the desert heat.

But when you got closer, it was obvious that this was untrue.

Erick, having trained all his life in all kinds of terrain, looked positively in his element. As he walked with the other four, his smile never faltered, his confident gaze scanning the horizon for any signs of civilization or trouble as they walked.

Glen also seemed perfectly calm and collected. Possibly due to being a fire-element mage, he seemed unaffected by the heat as he walked stoically (though his eye twitched occasionally). Then again, Glen had also seemed calm and stoic while standing watch in a blizzard, so it was hard to tell. As they walked through the desert, he took measured steps and conserved as much energy as possible, in the event they were attacked.

Franz seemed less able to cope with the pressure of the sun. He sweated profusely as he hiked, occasionally pausing to rub his eyes. Though he was used to being cooped up in heavy armor during PT training, the sun alone was making the weather hotter than the armor. If his Jacket was on, he figured he would have collapsed from heat exhaustion.

Now, Emili and Naomi...

If their feet dragging was any indication, the two ice-element mages were feeling the heat all too well. Emili was dragging her rifle behind her, and Naomi was about ready to collapse. Only the need to keep going north was the constant that kept the two girls moving, and as they walked it seemed as if they drank gallons of water.

But they weren't complaining. Only one person was.

"I'm just saying," Franz was going on. "There are better infiltration methods! There's a whole other side of the planet to drop on and, assuming they don't have arrays sticking up out of the water, it would have been a perfect place to slide in! On top of that, as vast and barren as this place is, would it have killed us to bring a Warthog? Seriously."

Glen sighed and rubbed between his eyes with two fingers. He hasn't shut up for an hour. He said to Emili.

Just leave it. Emili replied as she took another drink of water. The only thing we need to worry about is our dwindling water supply.

She's righ'. Erick said, rubbing a chin thoughtfully. We've been on this planet for less than a day. Now I thought there was suppose' ta be a town aroun' here somewheres.

There should have been. Naomi agreed. I remember the global map well. If we are where I think we are, there should be a town somewhere within five or six kilometers.

So where would it- Glen started; his thought was interrupted by a glass bottle falling and smacking Franz in the head, shattering and subsequently sending him to the ground... along with shutting him up... sorta.

"Ow!" He shouted. "What the hell was that?!"
"Our town," Emili said, grinning, as she looked up the side of the cliff they were walking next to. "There's gotta be a way up there!"

"Righ, let's keep going!" Erick shouted. "We'll follow the plateau face until we find a way up! Come on!"

Reinvigorated, four of the five mages went running along the side of the cliff, looking for a way up. Meanwhile, Franz slowly stood up, shaking his head and making sure he wasn't bleeding.

"It's okay," he said. "I'm alright. Nothing wrong here... Hey, wait for me!" He broke into a run, slowly catching up to the others as they ran alongside the plateau's cliff face. "Damnit, why am I always the one to be left behind!"

Naomi turned around in mid-run and flashed him a smile. "Because you're the slow one, Nee-san! Now hurry up!" She slowed her backward running to wait for her brother to catch up. When he caught up to her, he slowed down and smiled at her, patting her on the head gently. Naomi frowned for a second, but soon her grin returned and she latched on to her brother's arm. Together, the two walked to catch up to the other three.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

The town atop the plateau was recessed into what appeared to be a natural hole in the top of the plateau; or rather, the really massive hill. As it turned out, the northern side of the plateau was more of a shallow embankment, a steadily rising hillside that appeared both naturally cut out and artifically altered. Why the town was built in the hole was odd at first, but Erick figured it out first.

"Image bein' the enemy," he said. "Would ya notice a town in th' dirt on top of a hill? I dinnit think so."

It was odd logic, but it made sense. "Course, this point is now moot with those giant windmills."

Indeed, as the group began making their way down an inclined plane (built out of what seemed to be a part of the plateau itself) into the town, they noticed that there were fifty or so windmills at various points along the top of the rock formation. Further inspection revealed that much of the town had grown outside the hole and sprawled along the edges of it as well.

"Probably from long ago," Glen commented. "This town could be hundreds, if not a thousand years old."
"All the way out here?" Naomi asked, confused.

"Well consider its location, then relate it to a waypoint," Glen told the girl as they walked into the town. "Originally, this town was probably used as a stop for military forces or travelers, and grew from there. From the number of windmills and radio towers, it also probably serves as a communications hub of sorts."

"So they offer communications, and probably power to other nearby areas... or maybe a nearby laser array?"
"More likely." Emili said, then pulled Naomi closer. "Watch it. I've seen places like this. They're always wretched hives of scum and villany."

"O-okay..." Naomi said, nodding. "I will, ma'am." Erick, not having heard them, began to leave the group.
"Emili, you and Jaeger go get us some water! Naomi, Glen, y'all follow me. We're gonna ask around for some information."

"Yes, sir," Naomi agreed, and nearly skipped as she walked alongside Erick. Glen turned to Emili.

"Be careful." he said. "And watch Franz."
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?!" Franz shouted.
"I'll keep both eyes on him!" Emili answered, grinning. "You can count on me!"

Glen put an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. "Hey, if you need anything..."
"I'm a grown up, too, baka," Emili said to him, kissing him on the cheek. "You have nothing to worry about!"
"...That just makes me worry more." Glen responded, sighing. "Anyway, I'll see you later."
"Hai." With that, Glen released Emili and turned back around, walking calmly to Erick and Naomi. Emili watched him go before looking at Franz. "Ready?"

"Yep!" Franz grinned. "Hopefully, this won't take too much out of our time!" Together, the two walked into the main strip, behind Glen and the rest, as they began to search for someone who sold water... and lots of it.

Meanwhile, Erick slowly began to realize that this town was oddly populated for its location and seemingly outoftheway-ness. This is odd... he thought. To Glen, he said: You'd reckon the town'd be smaller.

Perhaps Emili is correct, then, in assuming that this place is a hub of... less legal activity. Glen replied. ...Speaking of a hub of "villany", what exactly are we looking for information wise?

I'm hopin' for somethin' like transportation. Erick answered. I've been noticin' dust clouds in the distance while we've been walkin, and you remember those wheel tracks we'd seen this morn'. We'd figured they'd have vehicles, but not out here in th' desert. Well, not so much.

...we could always... 'acquire' one... Glen mused. But I haven't seen any vehicles around here.
Neither've I. Erick thought.

"Hey, a bar," Naomi suddenly commented, interrupting the two's telepathic conversation. "Think we can find some info there?"

"Well I reckon we could, darlin'," Erick said to her, grinning and patting her on the back. "...but you're a bit young to go in a bar."

"I won't drink, sir," Naomi countered. Erick looked at Glen, who only shrugged his shoulders, before looking back at Naomi. "Promise!"

"...a'ight." Erick said, slightly uncertain. "Glen, you'll watch her?"
"Of course. I don't drink either."
"That's cause you're a prude, Glen." Erick jested, grinning.

"Yes, sir."

Together, the three went inside. Glen flipped Phoenix upside down and hid it in the back of his duster as they walked in, while Erick made it a point to let people know he was armed.

The bar was what you'd expect: dusty, sandy, and full of unsavory types. Really horrid music that sounded like bluegrass blared from an old jukebox-looking object (which was surrounded by bullet holes, by the way) in the corner, and the various patrons were drunk or in some state of smashed. The three mages made their way to the bar and took seats on the metal stools. Erick ordered up a bottle of water and a shot of whiskey as he made idle conversation with the patrons near him, while Naomi and Glen just took a glass of water.

...are you okay? Glen asked Naomi as she looked back and forth between the patrons.
I'm kinda nervous... Naomi answered. I haven't seen any bad-looking people like this before.

Well, this is your unofficial first mission. Glen said to her. Think of it as your first seventy-two hours on the field. We have to deal with these types all the time, and if you plan on joining the Order in the next few years, you'll have to get used to these types.

Some of them are giving me gross looks. Naomi thought as she saw lecherous and, for some reason, angry eyes, stare in her direction.

You'll be fine. Glen said. I'll protect you.

Naomi looked at Glen, somewhat amazed; she'd never considered him the friendly type, despite his romance with Emili and the fact the Air Wing of the OFM seemed to be on good terms with him. Glen gave her a reassuring look and nodded once before turning back to his drink.

Naomi sighed. She really needed to stop being so judgemental.

Suddenly, a tap at her shoulder.

Turning, Naomi had to stop from recoiling as a scarred, one-eyed man glared at her. "I don't like you," he said.

"...uh, sorry," Naomi answered, staring at the man. The gruff fellow pulled an equally hideous guy over.

"He doesn't like you, either," he said. "You better watch yourself, little girl. We're wanted men! I have the death sentence in twelve cities!"

"I'll be careful," Naomi replied shakily, her voice wavering slightly.
"You'll be dead!" The man raged.

Glen suddenly moved, putting a hand on Naomi's back and standing up. "This little one is not worth the effort," he said, his voice like steel as he and the man glared at each other. "Let me get you something."

"I'll get you something!" The man screamed, drawing a revolver almost faster than the eye could blink.

Almost.

A gunshot rang, the bullet flying rapidly into the ceiling. The man stared as there was suddenly a sword pushing up against his gun, the blade digging into the trigger guard of the revolver. Glen's steel gaze had gained a few hundred degrees.

"I suggest you stop," He growled.

The man didn't listen. He screamed in fury and pulled out a second gun. Glen was faster, swinging his sword twice; the first off to cut off both revolver barrels, and the second to cleave off the man's entire right arm. The man screamed bloody murder and dropped his other gun. His "friend" whisked away, running for his very life, as other patrons backed away from the bloody scene. Glen looked around once, twice, before using the man's own shirt to wipe off his sword before resheathing it.

"We're leaving." he said. "Naomi."
"R-right." Naomi replied, standing up. Behind them, Erick (who had been watching the entire time) bent down and picked up a dropped set of keys.

"Looks like I got th' info I wanted," he said. "Let's get outta here." Before they left, he dropped a stack of coins on the bar. "Sorry 'bout th' mess."

Together, the three mages walked out, leaving behind a very shocked set of bar patrons.

"That was smart," Glen said to himself. "I suggest we leave as soon as possible, sir."
"Righ'," Erick agreed, jingling the keys. "Now, we just gotta find where these go to."

"I think I know." Naomi said. "On our way up the slope, I noticed a set of tire tracks leading to what looked like a wooden bridge, that led into the side of the hill. The four of you were busy talking and didn't notice it, I guess."

The two men looked at each other. Erick had a grin plastered on his face while Glen had a smirk. "What?" Naomi asked.

"Leave it ta women," Erick said.
"I suppose. I bet Emili noticed it too." Glen commented.

"Oh... Men!" Naomi huffed.

"Guys!" a voice behind them shouted. Turning, the three mages saw Franz and Emili running up to them, carrying massive plastic cases; Emili carrying two effortlessly with one arm (and one in the other), and Franz carrying one in each hand, straining. "I know it's a lot, but I was thinking we could make Franz the supply bitch and he could carry them!"

"Very funny." Franz wheezed.
"...how did you get those?" Glen asked. Emili's smile faltered somewhat. "...you didn't..."

"You were the one suggestin' we steal a ride," Erick pointed out.
"I was joking," Glen growled. "You didn't hurt anyone, did you, Em?"
"Nah..." Emili said... then looked away. "Well... maybe one... or two... or half a dozen..."
"How was I supposed to know that water is a huge commodity in the desert?!" Franz whined. "And that there was an almost black market trade in it?!" Glen grabbed Franz by the collar and yanked him forward.

"A desert, motherfucker, a desert!" he shouted, waving his other arm in an arc for emphasis. "Do you see it?!"

"Uh... well..." Franz sweatdropped. Behind he and Emili, screams and shouts could be heard... angry ones.
"Damnit, every time..." Glen muttered, letting go of Franz and sighing. "Right. Sir, shall I get the ride while you hold them off?"

"Be mah guest," Erick answered, tossing the keys to Glen. "Hope you're fast."

"Of course I am," Glen said confidently. "I'll meet you guys on the slope. Phoenix."

[Jawohl! Sonic Move!]

In a flash, Glen was gone. A half-second later, Erick and the others made a run for it. Emili and Franz dropped one of the water cases each, using their free hands to draw their guns as they ran. Erick pulled out both revolvers as they ran, screaming for the people in front of them to get out of the way. Naomi also drew a revolver.

"Wh-where did you get that?!" Franz almost shrieked.
"I trained for the mission too, Bruder," Naomi said.
"You're not old enough-"

"We'll discuss appropriate ages for people to use firearms in life-or-death situations later!" Emili shouted as gunfire suddenly rang out around them. "Damnit!"

"I got this," Erick said, skidding to a stop. "Y'all keep goin'." As the others ran past him, Erick turned to face the incoming marauders as they pointed every kind of gun at him. Twirling a revolver in one hand, Erick began to walk backward, popping off six shots in rapid succession. Each bullet struck one of the persuers squarely between the eyes; one even passed through the skull of one to hit the one behind him in the eye.

"Hah!" Erick boasted. "Six shots, seven kills!" As they opened fire on him, Erick leaped sideways, down an alley. Opening the revolver chamber with one hand, he quickly tossed the reolver's companion in the air and pulled out a speed-loader as he emptied the cylinder, quickly reloading it and slapping the cylinder closed as he grabbed the second revolver.

Some of the persuers broke away from the main group that chased Emili and the others, going after Erick as he ran down as alley. He turned a corner, reaching an area between a building and the wall of the hole. Using skill alone, he bounded between the wall and the building, landing on top of the small home. As the persuers rounded the corner, he fired off four shots, three of them hitting as he turned and ran.

Leaping from rooftop to rooftop effortlessly, Erick listened as shots were exchanged by Emili's group and the persuers. Musta really pissed 'em off. Erick mused. Ta send this many people after us. Skidding on a rooftop along the main road in the town, Erick hopped down, confident he had lost his pursuers. Running to catch up with the rest, he heard anguished shouts nearby. Turning to look, Erick saw that one of the marauders had taken the time and the effort to stop chasing the rest and try to rob a streetside house.

Erick narrowed his eyes, vaguely remembering a time years ago when he saw soldiers of his own people doing the same thing. He wouldn't stand for it.

Striding confidently, Erick wasted no time in raising one of his guns and pulling the trigger, the bullet hitting the thief in the back and sending him crashing to the ground. He looked at the terrified woman and her children, at their wounded and bleeding father, and resisted the urge to console them. I'm not th' Hero. He thought. I'm just a Bringer of Death.

Behind him, Erick heard the distinct sound of hammers being pulled back before firing. ...Sidearm.

[Yes, Gunslinger. Protection.

As bullets fired, they bounced off of Erick's Protection bubble. A rage consumed Erick's old eyes as he glared at the people who had chased him.

"I'm not supposed ta use this power against y'all," he said. "But y'all have royally pissed off th' Devil today!" Holstering the revolvers and clenching both fists, he summoned up magic power from within. "Lemme show ya how your 'conquerors' try ta do things! Proton Bolts!" Two balls of light formed in his fists. With a scream, he hurled them forward, through the Protection field, right into the nearest two people.

The resulting magical detonation forced the group backward and on their ass, their guns skidding along the ground. As Erick strolled out of the shadowy house, he looked like a mythical Titan as he walked out of the shadows, his eyes cold like steel and his motion equally as metallic. "Feelin' scared?" He growled. "Afraid? That's just death lurkin' around." He pulled out both revolvers. "See you in Hell."

Bullets fired as Erick executed his pursuers.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Spoiler for Sky-Colored Days:

"Okay, so maybe, things didn't go exactly as planned." Franz said. "But hey, at least we have water!"

Glen sighed as he leaned back in the driver's seat, one arm on the wheel and another on his gun, as he scanned the horizon. As it turned out, the keys belonged to an oversized version of a sand buggy, designed to hold six or seven people plus equipment, thus becoming quite a nice fit for the group. The controls were easy - no more complex than a standard car - and Glen's only problem driving were the constant sand dunes. "Erick and I had to use spells to get things done. Our time limit is tighter than ever now, assuming that any of those people report what happened today."

"Well, they were prolly lookin' for survivors," Erick mused as he cleaned a revolver in the passenger seat. "So we jus' gave them a clue. Besides, it's not like we ain't used spells on a mission before. I remember one time when you used a spell to light a fire, Glen."

"It was fifty below zero and no one could start it," Glen responded as the buggy started up yet another dune. "I had to do it or we would have died. That's survivalism. What happened back there was just... a fuck up."

"Nah, it wasn't too bad," Emili shrugged as she stretched, her heavy rifle lodged between the bottom and top of the buggy. She ran a hand through her violet hair. "Glen, dear, don't be a prude. Besides, once dark settles in, they'll never find us."

"Yeah, but isn't this thing solar-powered?" Naomi asked, stretching up to poke the top of the vehicle, where a set of solar panels gathered energy. "So at night, we couldn't move for long anyway."

"Unless you wanted to walk," Franz said behind them, sitting on the back of the buggy. "But I don't think we'll do that again."

"I agree," Glen said. "Okay, so maybe it wasn't too bad."
"Damn straight!" Erick said, grinning. "Now look, we got less than two days to make it there. Glen, you ready to floor it?"

"Floor it?" Glen echoed. "I think we have more time than-"
"Nonsense!" Erick shouted, almost standing up. He pointed straight ahead. "Ya see that! That's your road, Glen! You gotta drive it! We gotta get goin'! We gotta be the first ones there cause we're the best!"

"Eh..."
"Yosh! You agree guys?!"

"Of course! Hotblood is always the best!" Franz shouted.
"Well, maybe not hotblood," Emili mused. "But yeah, we are! We got a mission to do, and we gotta do it, no matter what!"

"Um..." Naomi looked almost shy. "Y-yeah. I mean, this is my first mission and all, but I... I really wanna do my best! I've gotta!"

Glen looked back at the others, then at Erick. "So..." he said. "What you're telling me is to just... scream ahead?"

"Yosh!"

Glen sighed. "Hotblood..."

But a smile crept up on his face. "All right, let's play then." Taking his hand off his gun, he reached for the gear shift. "You want speed? Let's go then!"

Glen pushed down the petal, and the buggy lurched forward as it leaped over another dune. Erick whooped in excitement as the buggy almost flew. Emili and Naomi shrieked and screamed excitedly simultaneously, and Franz nearly fell off the buggy.

The ride was on. Their mission clearly ahead, the five mages rolled onward. Above, the blue sky watched as they sped off, to a mission that was theirs.

Yup. Erick thought as Glen's smirk became obvious. It's a good day, alright.

Whoo that was fun. Final part will be called "The Liberation of Belzac."

Listen for this song:

[Liingo]

Originally Posted by Tk3997

I’ve been that guy before on the VOIP in FPS and RTS games more then I’d care to admit…

“No you fuckers go to the objective, the objective its THIS WAY, stop camping the damn airplane spawns!”
“Damn AT will you put away that god damn SMG and shot the tanks like you fucking SUPPOSED TO!”
“This is a vehicle map why dose this squad have 5 fucking snipers camping the only building on the map?!”
“The UAV shows the area is clear stop camping and PUSH asshats!”
“Just stand next to the damn flag this isn’t that complicated!”
“Damn it you’re the medic why don’t you have the fucking Defib dumbass?!”
“Smoke grenades on top of our own defensive positions are NOT helping numbnuts!”
“God you’re all fucking retarded, I hate you all so much.”

I don't really like to lose much...

Hahahahaha... while I've never lost it at people playing with me.. there have been alot of times where I'm sitting there going WTF are they doing?

Of course, not having a mic probably helps them

Originally Posted by Kagerou

Not at all satisfied with the way this ended, but that's why this is a one-shot in 3 parts. And also, look for a couple blatant Star Wars references and an Ace Combat reference.

Spoiler for Sorairo Days:

Entropy Through Order: Case Files of the Order of Freelance Mages
Third Order: Sorairo Days
-- Second Arc: Sky-Colored

The Surface of Belzac, Pre-Dawn
-- Two Days Ago

The desert was vast, wide, quiet. Its endless expanse was marred only by the dunes and the occasional plateau, parts of dead ranges from a land that saw little rain, only endless sandy wind. Among the sand, small creatures scurried about, looking for the fading shade as the dawn sun began to break over the horizon line. From the east, the very star that had caused part of this blasted land began to show its face.

On top of a particular rock formation that was a hybrid slope/plateau, a man leaned his back against a rock that jut from the surface of the plateau. Wind lapped at the loose ends of his duster, causing it to flow slightly in the air. Glimmers of light danced off the metal studs in the duster and the metal on his boots. A heavy hand rested on his wide-brim hat as tired eyes looked up, brown-gray orbs containing years of experience. As he stared at the sun, his eyes took in the light and seemed to alight him, preparing him for the day to come.

"I wonder..." he said to himself. "How th' day will go?" A second later, he assumed his customary grin. "It'll go well, that's how! Righ'!"

With that, the man turned around and looked down from his vantage point. As if on cue, the sun's rays illuminated him from behind, shining around him. Simultaneously, the wind changed direction and blew against him from behind, causing his duster to billow dramatically. His grin seemed to light up on cue as he looked down at the small camp. Stepping forward, he walked on to the side of the hill and began to slide down it. When he hit the bottom, he walked between the other four heavy sleepers.

"Alrigh' now, time ta get up!" he shouted. "Wide an' awake, kids!"

"Ugh, morning already?" Franz groaned as he rolled over. "Just a few more minutes, sir."
"Stifle it, Franz," Glen muttered as he half-pushed a groggy Emili off of him. "I'll gather our things. Phoenix."

[Ja.] The sword responded.

Emili pushed against the ground and lifted herself, stretching. "Mou... I hate sleeping on the dirt."
"Tell me about it," Naomi sighed as she stood up and patted off the dirt on her. "This'll never wash out!"

"Aw, come on," Erick said. "It's not tha' bad. Hell, people used ta live like this back on Erusia!"
"Before a little thing called 'civilization' was invented," Emili shot back. Franz groaned and put his duster over his head.

"Come on, guys, I want to sleep!"
"Baka no Franz!" Naomi shouted, kicking her older brother in the side, causing him to flip over rather comically. "Get up!"

Franz opened one eye and glared at the girl before sighing in resignation and getting up to a stand. Putting on his trademark sunglasses, he grabbed his duster and quickly put it on as the rest of the camp did the same.

"Ah, 'ere she comes." Erick intoned, turning and standing sideways as he looked over at the sun. "It's a beautiful morn,"

Glen, who was kneeling near Erick as he gathered everyone's belongings, looked up at the sun as it rose. Next to him, Emili leaned on her rifle, and Naomi walked around to the side of Emili and stood with a hand on her hip and a hand over her eyes as she stared at the star. Next to Erick and across from Glen, Franz put his hands in his pockets as he also stared at the sunrise.

"Ayup..." Erick said to himself. "It's gonna be a good'n today."

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And they walked.

Through the pounding desert heat and sands, they walked. A group of five people, sticking close to each other as they walked next to a large cliff face, and looking every part the average citizen of the planet; dusters, wide-brim hats, revolvers, boots, the whole nine yards. They looked like they belonged as they walked, seemlingly unaffected by the desert heat.

But when you got closer, it was obvious that this was untrue.

Erick, having trained all his life in all kinds of terrain, looked positively in his element. As he walked with the other four, his smile never faltered, his confident gaze scanning the horizon for any signs of civilization or trouble as they walked.

Glen also seemed perfectly calm and collected. Possibly due to being a fire-element mage, he seemed unaffected by the heat as he walked stoically (though his eye twitched occasionally). Then again, Glen had also seemed calm and stoic while standing watch in a blizzard, so it was hard to tell. As they walked through the desert, he took measured steps and conserved as much energy as possible, in the event they were attacked.

Franz seemed less able to cope with the pressure of the sun. He sweated profusely as he hiked, occasionally pausing to rub his eyes. Though he was used to being cooped up in heavy armor during PT training, the sun alone was making the weather hotter than the armor. If his Jacket was on, he figured he would have collapsed from heat exhaustion.

Now, Emili and Naomi...

If their feet dragging was any indication, the two ice-element mages were feeling the heat all too well. Emili was dragging her rifle behind her, and Naomi was about ready to collapse. Only the need to keep going north was the constant that kept the two girls moving, and as they walked it seemed as if they drank gallons of water.

But they weren't complaining. Only one person was.

"I'm just saying," Franz was going on. "There are better infiltration methods! There's a whole other side of the planet to drop on and, assuming they don't have arrays sticking up out of the water, it would have been a perfect place to slide in! On top of that, as vast and barren as this place is, would it have killed us to bring a Warthog? Seriously."

Glen sighed and rubbed between his eyes with two fingers. He hasn't shut up for an hour. He said to Emili.

Just leave it. Emili replied as she took another drink of water. The only thing we need to worry about is our dwindling water supply.

She's righ'. Erick said, rubbing a chin thoughtfully. We've been on this planet for less than a day. Now I thought there was suppose' ta be a town aroun' here somewheres.

There should have been. Naomi agreed. I remember the global map well. If we are where I think we are, there should be a town somewhere within five or six kilometers.

So where would it- Glen started; his thought was interrupted by a glass bottle falling and smacking Franz in the head, shattering and subsequently sending him to the ground... along with shutting him up... sorta.

"Ow!" He shouted. "What the hell was that?!"
"Our town," Emili said, grinning, as she looked up the side of the cliff they were walking next to. "There's gotta be a way up there!"

"Righ, let's keep going!" Erick shouted. "We'll follow the plateau face until we find a way up! Come on!"

Reinvigorated, four of the five mages went running along the side of the cliff, looking for a way up. Meanwhile, Franz slowly stood up, shaking his head and making sure he wasn't bleeding.

"It's okay," he said. "I'm alright. Nothing wrong here... Hey, wait for me!" He broke into a run, slowly catching up to the others as they ran alongside the plateau's cliff face. "Damnit, why am I always the one to be left behind!"

Naomi turned around in mid-run and flashed him a smile. "Because you're the slow one, Nee-san! Now hurry up!" She slowed her backward running to wait for her brother to catch up. When he caught up to her, he slowed down and smiled at her, patting her on the head gently. Naomi frowned for a second, but soon her grin returned and she latched on to her brother's arm. Together, the two walked to catch up to the other three.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

The town atop the plateau was recessed into what appeared to be a natural hole in the top of the plateau; or rather, the really massive hill. As it turned out, the northern side of the plateau was more of a shallow embankment, a steadily rising hillside that appeared both naturally cut out and artifically altered. Why the town was built in the hole was odd at first, but Erick figured it out first.

"Image bein' the enemy," he said. "Would ya notice a town in th' dirt on top of a hill? I dinnit think so."

It was odd logic, but it made sense. "Course, this point is now moot with those giant windmills."

Indeed, as the group began making their way down an inclined plane (built out of what seemed to be a part of the plateau itself) into the town, they noticed that there were fifty or so windmills at various points along the top of the rock formation. Further inspection revealed that much of the town had grown outside the hole and sprawled along the edges of it as well.

"Probably from long ago," Glen commented. "This town could be hundreds, if not a thousand years old."
"All the way out here?" Naomi asked, confused.

"Well consider its location, then relate it to a waypoint," Glen told the girl as they walked into the town. "Originally, this town was probably used as a stop for military forces or travelers, and grew from there. From the number of windmills and radio towers, it also probably serves as a communications hub of sorts."

"So they offer communications, and probably power to other nearby areas... or maybe a nearby laser array?"
"More likely." Emili said, then pulled Naomi closer. "Watch it. I've seen places like this. They're always wretched hives of scum and villany."

"O-okay..." Naomi said, nodding. "I will, ma'am." Erick, not having heard them, began to leave the group.
"Emili, you and Jaeger go get us some water! Naomi, Glen, y'all follow me. We're gonna ask around for some information."

"Yes, sir," Naomi agreed, and nearly skipped as she walked alongside Erick. Glen turned to Emili.

"Be careful." he said. "And watch Franz."
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?!" Franz shouted.
"I'll keep both eyes on him!" Emili answered, grinning. "You can count on me!"

Glen put an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. "Hey, if you need anything..."
"I'm a grown up, too, baka," Emili said to him, kissing him on the cheek. "You have nothing to worry about!"
"...That just makes me worry more." Glen responded, sighing. "Anyway, I'll see you later."
"Hai." With that, Glen released Emili and turned back around, walking calmly to Erick and Naomi. Emili watched him go before looking at Franz. "Ready?"

"Yep!" Franz grinned. "Hopefully, this won't take too much out of our time!" Together, the two walked into the main strip, behind Glen and the rest, as they began to search for someone who sold water... and lots of it.

Meanwhile, Erick slowly began to realize that this town was oddly populated for its location and seemingly outoftheway-ness. This is odd... he thought. To Glen, he said: You'd reckon the town'd be smaller.

Perhaps Emili is correct, then, in assuming that this place is a hub of... less legal activity. Glen replied. ...Speaking of a hub of "villany", what exactly are we looking for information wise?

I'm hopin' for somethin' like transportation. Erick answered. I've been noticin' dust clouds in the distance while we've been walkin, and you remember those wheel tracks we'd seen this morn'. We'd figured they'd have vehicles, but not out here in th' desert. Well, not so much.

...we could always... 'acquire' one... Glen mused. But I haven't seen any vehicles around here.
Neither've I. Erick thought.

"Hey, a bar," Naomi suddenly commented, interrupting the two's telepathic conversation. "Think we can find some info there?"

"Well I reckon we could, darlin'," Erick said to her, grinning and patting her on the back. "...but you're a bit young to go in a bar."

"I won't drink, sir," Naomi countered. Erick looked at Glen, who only shrugged his shoulders, before looking back at Naomi. "Promise!"

"...a'ight." Erick said, slightly uncertain. "Glen, you'll watch her?"
"Of course. I don't drink either."
"That's cause you're a prude, Glen." Erick jested, grinning.

"Yes, sir."

Together, the three went inside. Glen flipped Phoenix upside down and hid it in the back of his duster as they walked in, while Erick made it a point to let people know he was armed.

The bar was what you'd expect: dusty, sandy, and full of unsavory types. Really horrid music that sounded like bluegrass blared from an old jukebox-looking object (which was surrounded by bullet holes, by the way) in the corner, and the various patrons were drunk or in some state of smashed. The three mages made their way to the bar and took seats on the metal stools. Erick ordered up a bottle of water and a shot of whiskey as he made idle conversation with the patrons near him, while Naomi and Glen just took a glass of water.

...are you okay? Glen asked Naomi as she looked back and forth between the patrons.
I'm kinda nervous... Naomi answered. I haven't seen any bad-looking people like this before.

Well, this is your unofficial first mission. Glen said to her. Think of it as your first seventy-two hours on the field. We have to deal with these types all the time, and if you plan on joining the Order in the next few years, you'll have to get used to these types.

Some of them are giving me gross looks. Naomi thought as she saw lecherous and, for some reason, angry eyes, stare in her direction.

You'll be fine. Glen said. I'll protect you.

Naomi looked at Glen, somewhat amazed; she'd never considered him the friendly type, despite his romance with Emili and the fact the Air Wing of the OFM seemed to be on good terms with him. Glen gave her a reassuring look and nodded once before turning back to his drink.

Naomi sighed. She really needed to stop being so judgemental.

Suddenly, a tap at her shoulder.

Turning, Naomi had to stop from recoiling as a scarred, one-eyed man glared at her. "I don't like you," he said.

"...uh, sorry," Naomi answered, staring at the man. The gruff fellow pulled an equally hideous guy over.

"He doesn't like you, either," he said. "You better watch yourself, little girl. We're wanted men! I have the death sentence in twelve cities!"

"I'll be careful," Naomi replied shakily, her voice wavering slightly.
"You'll be dead!" The man raged.

Glen suddenly moved, putting a hand on Naomi's back and standing up. "This little one is not worth the effort," he said, his voice like steel as he and the man glared at each other. "Let me get you something."

"I'll get you something!" The man screamed, drawing a revolver almost faster than the eye could blink.

Almost.

A gunshot rang, the bullet flying rapidly into the ceiling. The man stared as there was suddenly a sword pushing up against his gun, the blade digging into the trigger guard of the revolver. Glen's steel gaze had gained a few hundred degrees.

"I suggest you stop," He growled.

The man didn't listen. He screamed in fury and pulled out a second gun. Glen was faster, swinging his sword twice; the first off to cut off both revolver barrels, and the second to cleave off the man's entire right arm. The man screamed bloody murder and dropped his other gun. His "friend" whisked away, running for his very life, as other patrons backed away from the bloody scene. Glen looked around once, twice, before using the man's own shirt to wipe off his sword before resheathing it.

"We're leaving." he said. "Naomi."
"R-right." Naomi replied, standing up. Behind them, Erick (who had been watching the entire time) bent down and picked up a dropped set of keys.

"Looks like I got th' info I wanted," he said. "Let's get outta here." Before they left, he dropped a stack of coins on the bar. "Sorry 'bout th' mess."

Together, the three mages walked out, leaving behind a very shocked set of bar patrons.

"That was smart," Glen said to himself. "I suggest we leave as soon as possible, sir."
"Righ'," Erick agreed, jingling the keys. "Now, we just gotta find where these go to."

"I think I know." Naomi said. "On our way up the slope, I noticed a set of tire tracks leading to what looked like a wooden bridge, that led into the side of the hill. The four of you were busy talking and didn't notice it, I guess."

The two men looked at each other. Erick had a grin plastered on his face while Glen had a smirk. "What?" Naomi asked.

"Leave it ta women," Erick said.
"I suppose. I bet Emili noticed it too." Glen commented.

"Oh... Men!" Naomi huffed.

"Guys!" a voice behind them shouted. Turning, the three mages saw Franz and Emili running up to them, carrying massive plastic cases; Emili carrying two effortlessly with one arm (and one in the other), and Franz carrying one in each hand, straining. "I know it's a lot, but I was thinking we could make Franz the supply bitch and he could carry them!"

"Very funny." Franz wheezed.
"...how did you get those?" Glen asked. Emili's smile faltered somewhat. "...you didn't..."

"You were the one suggestin' we steal a ride," Erick pointed out.
"I was joking," Glen growled. "You didn't hurt anyone, did you, Em?"
"Nah..." Emili said... then looked away. "Well... maybe one... or two... or half a dozen..."
"How was I supposed to know that water is a huge commodity in the desert?!" Franz whined. "And that there was an almost black market trade in it?!" Glen grabbed Franz by the collar and yanked him forward.

"A desert, motherfucker, a desert!" he shouted, waving his other arm in an arc for emphasis. "Do you see it?!"

"Uh... well..." Franz sweatdropped. Behind he and Emili, screams and shouts could be heard... angry ones.
"Damnit, every time..." Glen muttered, letting go of Franz and sighing. "Right. Sir, shall I get the ride while you hold them off?"

"Be mah guest," Erick answered, tossing the keys to Glen. "Hope you're fast."

"Of course I am," Glen said confidently. "I'll meet you guys on the slope. Phoenix."

[Jawohl! Sonic Move!]

In a flash, Glen was gone. A half-second later, Erick and the others made a run for it. Emili and Franz dropped one of the water cases each, using their free hands to draw their guns as they ran. Erick pulled out both revolvers as they ran, screaming for the people in front of them to get out of the way. Naomi also drew a revolver.

"Wh-where did you get that?!" Franz almost shrieked.
"I trained for the mission too, Bruder," Naomi said.
"You're not old enough-"

"We'll discuss appropriate ages for people to use firearms in life-or-death situations later!" Emili shouted as gunfire suddenly rang out around them. "Damnit!"

"I got this," Erick said, skidding to a stop. "Y'all keep goin'." As the others ran past him, Erick turned to face the incoming marauders as they pointed every kind of gun at him. Twirling a revolver in one hand, Erick began to walk backward, popping off six shots in rapid succession. Each bullet struck one of the persuers squarely between the eyes; one even passed through the skull of one to hit the one behind him in the eye.

"Hah!" Erick boasted. "Six shots, seven kills!" As they opened fire on him, Erick leaped sideways, down an alley. Opening the revolver chamber with one hand, he quickly tossed the reolver's companion in the air and pulled out a speed-loader as he emptied the cylinder, quickly reloading it and slapping the cylinder closed as he grabbed the second revolver.

Some of the persuers broke away from the main group that chased Emili and the others, going after Erick as he ran down as alley. He turned a corner, reaching an area between a building and the wall of the hole. Using skill alone, he bounded between the wall and the building, landing on top of the small home. As the persuers rounded the corner, he fired off four shots, three of them hitting as he turned and ran.

Leaping from rooftop to rooftop effortlessly, Erick listened as shots were exchanged by Emili's group and the persuers. Musta really pissed 'em off. Erick mused. Ta send this many people after us. Skidding on a rooftop along the main road in the town, Erick hopped down, confident he had lost his pursuers. Running to catch up with the rest, he heard anguished shouts nearby. Turning to look, Erick saw that one of the marauders had taken the time and the effort to stop chasing the rest and try to rob a streetside house.

Erick narrowed his eyes, vaguely remembering a time years ago when he saw soldiers of his own people doing the same thing. He wouldn't stand for it.

Striding confidently, Erick wasted no time in raising one of his guns and pulling the trigger, the bullet hitting the thief in the back and sending him crashing to the ground. He looked at the terrified woman and her children, at their wounded and bleeding father, and resisted the urge to console them. I'm not th' Hero. He thought. I'm just a Bringer of Death.

Behind him, Erick heard the distinct sound of hammers being pulled back before firing. ...Sidearm.

[Yes, Gunslinger. Protection.

As bullets fired, they bounced off of Erick's Protection bubble. A rage consumed Erick's old eyes as he glared at the people who had chased him.

"I'm not supposed ta use this power against y'all," he said. "But y'all have royally pissed off th' Devil today!" Holstering the revolvers and clenching both fists, he summoned up magic power from within. "Lemme show ya how your 'conquerors' try ta do things! Proton Bolts!" Two balls of light formed in his fists. With a scream, he hurled them forward, through the Protection field, right into the nearest two people.

The resulting magical detonation forced the group backward and on their ass, their guns skidding along the ground. As Erick strolled out of the shadowy house, he looked like a mythical Titan as he walked out of the shadows, his eyes cold like steel and his motion equally as metallic. "Feelin' scared?" He growled. "Afraid? That's just death lurkin' around." He pulled out both revolvers. "See you in Hell."

Bullets fired as Erick executed his pursuers.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Spoiler for Sky-Colored Days:

"Okay, so maybe, things didn't go exactly as planned." Franz said. "But hey, at least we have water!"

Glen sighed as he leaned back in the driver's seat, one arm on the wheel and another on his gun, as he scanned the horizon. As it turned out, the keys belonged to an oversized version of a sand buggy, designed to hold six or seven people plus equipment, thus becoming quite a nice fit for the group. The controls were easy - no more complex than a standard car - and Glen's only problem driving were the constant sand dunes. "Erick and I had to use spells to get things done. Our time limit is tighter than ever now, assuming that any of those people report what happened today."

"Well, they were prolly lookin' for survivors," Erick mused as he cleaned a revolver in the passenger seat. "So we jus' gave them a clue. Besides, it's not like we ain't used spells on a mission before. I remember one time when you used a spell to light a fire, Glen."

"It was fifty below zero and no one could start it," Glen responded as the buggy started up yet another dune. "I had to do it or we would have died. That's survivalism. What happened back there was just... a fuck up."

"Nah, it wasn't too bad," Emili shrugged as she stretched, her heavy rifle lodged between the bottom and top of the buggy. She ran a hand through her violet hair. "Glen, dear, don't be a prude. Besides, once dark settles in, they'll never find us."

"Yeah, but isn't this thing solar-powered?" Naomi asked, stretching up to poke the top of the vehicle, where a set of solar panels gathered energy. "So at night, we couldn't move for long anyway."

"Unless you wanted to walk," Franz said behind them, sitting on the back of the buggy. "But I don't think we'll do that again."

"I agree," Glen said. "Okay, so maybe it wasn't too bad."
"Damn straight!" Erick said, grinning. "Now look, we got less than two days to make it there. Glen, you ready to floor it?"

"Floor it?" Glen echoed. "I think we have more time than-"
"Nonsense!" Erick shouted, almost standing up. He pointed straight ahead. "Ya see that! That's your road, Glen! You gotta drive it! We gotta get goin'! We gotta be the first ones there cause we're the best!"

"Eh..."
"Yosh! You agree guys?!"

"Of course! Hotblood is always the best!" Franz shouted.
"Well, maybe not hotblood," Emili mused. "But yeah, we are! We got a mission to do, and we gotta do it, no matter what!"

"Um..." Naomi looked almost shy. "Y-yeah. I mean, this is my first mission and all, but I... I really wanna do my best! I've gotta!"

Glen looked back at the others, then at Erick. "So..." he said. "What you're telling me is to just... scream ahead?"

"Yosh!"

Glen sighed. "Hotblood..."

But a smile crept up on his face. "All right, let's play then." Taking his hand off his gun, he reached for the gear shift. "You want speed? Let's go then!"

Glen pushed down the petal, and the buggy lurched forward as it leaped over another dune. Erick whooped in excitement as the buggy almost flew. Emili and Naomi shrieked and screamed excitedly simultaneously, and Franz nearly fell off the buggy.

The ride was on. Their mission clearly ahead, the five mages rolled onward. Above, the blue sky watched as they sped off, to a mission that was theirs.

Yup. Erick thought as Glen's smirk became obvious. It's a good day, alright.

Whoo that was fun. Final part will be called "The Liberation of Belzac."

Listen for this song:

Well I saw the SW refs. no clue about the Ace combat ones since I've never played the games

I loled at Franz's complaints that sounded very much like those that got leveled at you before .

Although I can't say that their next actions were that great......... Never the less this is going well.

[Kyral]

Originally Posted by Liingo

Did their GM ever go off at them like this?

I still luv this vid xD

Originally Posted by Tk3997

“No you fuckers go to the objective, the objective its THIS WAY, stop camping the damn airplane spawns!”
“Damn AT will you put away that god damn SMG and shot the tanks like you fucking SUPPOSED TO!”
“This is a vehicle map why dose this squad have 5 fucking snipers camping the only building on the map?!”
“The UAV shows the area is clear stop camping and PUSH asshats!”
“Just stand next to the damn flag this isn’t that complicated!”
“Damn it you’re the medic why don’t you have the fucking Defib dumbass?!”
“Smoke grenades on top of our own defensive positions are NOT helping numbnuts!”
“God you’re all fucking retarded, I hate you all so much.”

I don't really like to lose much...

lol!
reminds me of my. "Idiots! Stop dying in places where I got gunned down as soon as I try to rescue you!!"
I'm always medic in such games... can be pretty frustrating but it's also very exiting to keep your squad alive all the time xD

Originally Posted by Kagerou

Not at all satisfied with the way this ended, but that's why this is a one-shot in 3 parts. And also, look for a couple blatant Star Wars references and an Ace Combat reference.

Spoiler for Sorairo Days:

*snip*

Not bad at all

Originally Posted by Kagerou

Whoo that was fun. Final part will be called "The Liberation of Belzac."

Listen for this song:

Never played the Ace Combat games but the Music is nice!

[Keroko]

Originally Posted by Evangelion Xgouki

Given that she IS Nanoha's sister...it'd probably make 'befriending' seem like a pin prick

Nanoha's befriending lets you live, Keroko's vengeance doesn't.

Originally Posted by Evangelion Xgouki

Onyxia is an interesting fight. There are 2 major rules:

1) Avoid Deep Breath in Phase 2 at all costs or end up being a pile of ash
2) FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY AVOID THE WHELP ROOMS

So I noticed.

Originally Posted by Evangelion Xgouki

Mental note: Do NOT get on Tesla's bad side...

No, no you don't want that.

Originally Posted by Liingo

Did their GM ever go off at them like this?

No, but that guy needs a psyciatrist. Now.

Originally Posted by Kagerou

Not at all satisfied with the way this ended, but that's why this is a one-shot in 3 parts. And also, look for a couple blatant Star Wars references and an Ace Combat reference.

Spoiler for Sorairo Days:

Entropy Through Order: Case Files of the Order of Freelance Mages
Third Order: Sorairo Days
-- Second Arc: Sky-Colored

The Surface of Belzac, Pre-Dawn
-- Two Days Ago

The desert was vast, wide, quiet. Its endless expanse was marred only by the dunes and the occasional plateau, parts of dead ranges from a land that saw little rain, only endless sandy wind. Among the sand, small creatures scurried about, looking for the fading shade as the dawn sun began to break over the horizon line. From the east, the very star that had caused part of this blasted land began to show its face.

On top of a particular rock formation that was a hybrid slope/plateau, a man leaned his back against a rock that jut from the surface of the plateau. Wind lapped at the loose ends of his duster, causing it to flow slightly in the air. Glimmers of light danced off the metal studs in the duster and the metal on his boots. A heavy hand rested on his wide-brim hat as tired eyes looked up, brown-gray orbs containing years of experience. As he stared at the sun, his eyes took in the light and seemed to alight him, preparing him for the day to come.

"I wonder..." he said to himself. "How th' day will go?" A second later, he assumed his customary grin. "It'll go well, that's how! Righ'!"

With that, the man turned around and looked down from his vantage point. As if on cue, the sun's rays illuminated him from behind, shining around him. Simultaneously, the wind changed direction and blew against him from behind, causing his duster to billow dramatically. His grin seemed to light up on cue as he looked down at the small camp. Stepping forward, he walked on to the side of the hill and began to slide down it. When he hit the bottom, he walked between the other four heavy sleepers.

"Alrigh' now, time ta get up!" he shouted. "Wide an' awake, kids!"

"Ugh, morning already?" Franz groaned as he rolled over. "Just a few more minutes, sir."
"Stifle it, Franz," Glen muttered as he half-pushed a groggy Emili off of him. "I'll gather our things. Phoenix."

[Ja.] The sword responded.

Emili pushed against the ground and lifted herself, stretching. "Mou... I hate sleeping on the dirt."
"Tell me about it," Naomi sighed as she stood up and patted off the dirt on her. "This'll never wash out!"

"Aw, come on," Erick said. "It's not tha' bad. Hell, people used ta live like this back on Erusia!"
"Before a little thing called 'civilization' was invented," Emili shot back. Franz groaned and put his duster over his head.

"Come on, guys, I want to sleep!"
"Baka no Franz!" Naomi shouted, kicking her older brother in the side, causing him to flip over rather comically. "Get up!"

Franz opened one eye and glared at the girl before sighing in resignation and getting up to a stand. Putting on his trademark sunglasses, he grabbed his duster and quickly put it on as the rest of the camp did the same.

"Ah, 'ere she comes." Erick intoned, turning and standing sideways as he looked over at the sun. "It's a beautiful morn,"

Glen, who was kneeling near Erick as he gathered everyone's belongings, looked up at the sun as it rose. Next to him, Emili leaned on her rifle, and Naomi walked around to the side of Emili and stood with a hand on her hip and a hand over her eyes as she stared at the star. Next to Erick and across from Glen, Franz put his hands in his pockets as he also stared at the sunrise.

"Ayup..." Erick said to himself. "It's gonna be a good'n today."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

And they walked.

Through the pounding desert heat and sands, they walked. A group of five people, sticking close to each other as they walked next to a large cliff face, and looking every part the average citizen of the planet; dusters, wide-brim hats, revolvers, boots, the whole nine yards. They looked like they belonged as they walked, seemlingly unaffected by the desert heat.

But when you got closer, it was obvious that this was untrue.

Erick, having trained all his life in all kinds of terrain, looked positively in his element. As he walked with the other four, his smile never faltered, his confident gaze scanning the horizon for any signs of civilization or trouble as they walked.

Glen also seemed perfectly calm and collected. Possibly due to being a fire-element mage, he seemed unaffected by the heat as he walked stoically (though his eye twitched occasionally). Then again, Glen had also seemed calm and stoic while standing watch in a blizzard, so it was hard to tell. As they walked through the desert, he took measured steps and conserved as much energy as possible, in the event they were attacked.

Franz seemed less able to cope with the pressure of the sun. He sweated profusely as he hiked, occasionally pausing to rub his eyes. Though he was used to being cooped up in heavy armor during PT training, the sun alone was making the weather hotter than the armor. If his Jacket was on, he figured he would have collapsed from heat exhaustion.

Now, Emili and Naomi...

If their feet dragging was any indication, the two ice-element mages were feeling the heat all too well. Emili was dragging her rifle behind her, and Naomi was about ready to collapse. Only the need to keep going north was the constant that kept the two girls moving, and as they walked it seemed as if they drank gallons of water.

But they weren't complaining. Only one person was.

"I'm just saying," Franz was going on. "There are better infiltration methods! There's a whole other side of the planet to drop on and, assuming they don't have arrays sticking up out of the water, it would have been a perfect place to slide in! On top of that, as vast and barren as this place is, would it have killed us to bring a Warthog? Seriously."

Glen sighed and rubbed between his eyes with two fingers. He hasn't shut up for an hour. He said to Emili.

Just leave it. Emili replied as she took another drink of water. The only thing we need to worry about is our dwindling water supply.

She's righ'. Erick said, rubbing a chin thoughtfully. We've been on this planet for less than a day. Now I thought there was suppose' ta be a town aroun' here somewheres.

There should have been. Naomi agreed. I remember the global map well. If we are where I think we are, there should be a town somewhere within five or six kilometers.

So where would it- Glen started; his thought was interrupted by a glass bottle falling and smacking Franz in the head, shattering and subsequently sending him to the ground... along with shutting him up... sorta.

"Ow!" He shouted. "What the hell was that?!"
"Our town," Emili said, grinning, as she looked up the side of the cliff they were walking next to. "There's gotta be a way up there!"

"Righ, let's keep going!" Erick shouted. "We'll follow the plateau face until we find a way up! Come on!"

Reinvigorated, four of the five mages went running along the side of the cliff, looking for a way up. Meanwhile, Franz slowly stood up, shaking his head and making sure he wasn't bleeding.

"It's okay," he said. "I'm alright. Nothing wrong here... Hey, wait for me!" He broke into a run, slowly catching up to the others as they ran alongside the plateau's cliff face. "Damnit, why am I always the one to be left behind!"

Naomi turned around in mid-run and flashed him a smile. "Because you're the slow one, Nee-san! Now hurry up!" She slowed her backward running to wait for her brother to catch up. When he caught up to her, he slowed down and smiled at her, patting her on the head gently. Naomi frowned for a second, but soon her grin returned and she latched on to her brother's arm. Together, the two walked to catch up to the other three.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

The town atop the plateau was recessed into what appeared to be a natural hole in the top of the plateau; or rather, the really massive hill. As it turned out, the northern side of the plateau was more of a shallow embankment, a steadily rising hillside that appeared both naturally cut out and artifically altered. Why the town was built in the hole was odd at first, but Erick figured it out first.

"Image bein' the enemy," he said. "Would ya notice a town in th' dirt on top of a hill? I dinnit think so."

It was odd logic, but it made sense. "Course, this point is now moot with those giant windmills."

Indeed, as the group began making their way down an inclined plane (built out of what seemed to be a part of the plateau itself) into the town, they noticed that there were fifty or so windmills at various points along the top of the rock formation. Further inspection revealed that much of the town had grown outside the hole and sprawled along the edges of it as well.

"Probably from long ago," Glen commented. "This town could be hundreds, if not a thousand years old."
"All the way out here?" Naomi asked, confused.

"Well consider its location, then relate it to a waypoint," Glen told the girl as they walked into the town. "Originally, this town was probably used as a stop for military forces or travelers, and grew from there. From the number of windmills and radio towers, it also probably serves as a communications hub of sorts."

"So they offer communications, and probably power to other nearby areas... or maybe a nearby laser array?"
"More likely." Emili said, then pulled Naomi closer. "Watch it. I've seen places like this. They're always wretched hives of scum and villany."

"O-okay..." Naomi said, nodding. "I will, ma'am." Erick, not having heard them, began to leave the group.
"Emili, you and Jaeger go get us some water! Naomi, Glen, y'all follow me. We're gonna ask around for some information."

"Yes, sir," Naomi agreed, and nearly skipped as she walked alongside Erick. Glen turned to Emili.

"Be careful." he said. "And watch Franz."
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?!" Franz shouted.
"I'll keep both eyes on him!" Emili answered, grinning. "You can count on me!"

Glen put an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. "Hey, if you need anything..."
"I'm a grown up, too, baka," Emili said to him, kissing him on the cheek. "You have nothing to worry about!"
"...That just makes me worry more." Glen responded, sighing. "Anyway, I'll see you later."
"Hai." With that, Glen released Emili and turned back around, walking calmly to Erick and Naomi. Emili watched him go before looking at Franz. "Ready?"

"Yep!" Franz grinned. "Hopefully, this won't take too much out of our time!" Together, the two walked into the main strip, behind Glen and the rest, as they began to search for someone who sold water... and lots of it.

Meanwhile, Erick slowly began to realize that this town was oddly populated for its location and seemingly outoftheway-ness. This is odd... he thought. To Glen, he said: You'd reckon the town'd be smaller.

Perhaps Emili is correct, then, in assuming that this place is a hub of... less legal activity. Glen replied. ...Speaking of a hub of "villany", what exactly are we looking for information wise?

I'm hopin' for somethin' like transportation. Erick answered. I've been noticin' dust clouds in the distance while we've been walkin, and you remember those wheel tracks we'd seen this morn'. We'd figured they'd have vehicles, but not out here in th' desert. Well, not so much.

...we could always... 'acquire' one... Glen mused. But I haven't seen any vehicles around here.
Neither've I. Erick thought.

"Hey, a bar," Naomi suddenly commented, interrupting the two's telepathic conversation. "Think we can find some info there?"

"Well I reckon we could, darlin'," Erick said to her, grinning and patting her on the back. "...but you're a bit young to go in a bar."

"I won't drink, sir," Naomi countered. Erick looked at Glen, who only shrugged his shoulders, before looking back at Naomi. "Promise!"

"...a'ight." Erick said, slightly uncertain. "Glen, you'll watch her?"
"Of course. I don't drink either."
"That's cause you're a prude, Glen." Erick jested, grinning.

"Yes, sir."

Together, the three went inside. Glen flipped Phoenix upside down and hid it in the back of his duster as they walked in, while Erick made it a point to let people know he was armed.

The bar was what you'd expect: dusty, sandy, and full of unsavory types. Really horrid music that sounded like bluegrass blared from an old jukebox-looking object (which was surrounded by bullet holes, by the way) in the corner, and the various patrons were drunk or in some state of smashed. The three mages made their way to the bar and took seats on the metal stools. Erick ordered up a bottle of water and a shot of whiskey as he made idle conversation with the patrons near him, while Naomi and Glen just took a glass of water.

...are you okay? Glen asked Naomi as she looked back and forth between the patrons.
I'm kinda nervous... Naomi answered. I haven't seen any bad-looking people like this before.

Well, this is your unofficial first mission. Glen said to her. Think of it as your first seventy-two hours on the field. We have to deal with these types all the time, and if you plan on joining the Order in the next few years, you'll have to get used to these types.

Some of them are giving me gross looks. Naomi thought as she saw lecherous and, for some reason, angry eyes, stare in her direction.

You'll be fine. Glen said. I'll protect you.

Naomi looked at Glen, somewhat amazed; she'd never considered him the friendly type, despite his romance with Emili and the fact the Air Wing of the OFM seemed to be on good terms with him. Glen gave her a reassuring look and nodded once before turning back to his drink.

Naomi sighed. She really needed to stop being so judgemental.

Suddenly, a tap at her shoulder.

Turning, Naomi had to stop from recoiling as a scarred, one-eyed man glared at her. "I don't like you," he said.

"...uh, sorry," Naomi answered, staring at the man. The gruff fellow pulled an equally hideous guy over.

"He doesn't like you, either," he said. "You better watch yourself, little girl. We're wanted men! I have the death sentence in twelve cities!"

"I'll be careful," Naomi replied shakily, her voice wavering slightly.
"You'll be dead!" The man raged.

Glen suddenly moved, putting a hand on Naomi's back and standing up. "This little one is not worth the effort," he said, his voice like steel as he and the man glared at each other. "Let me get you something."

"I'll get you something!" The man screamed, drawing a revolver almost faster than the eye could blink.

Almost.

A gunshot rang, the bullet flying rapidly into the ceiling. The man stared as there was suddenly a sword pushing up against his gun, the blade digging into the trigger guard of the revolver. Glen's steel gaze had gained a few hundred degrees.

"I suggest you stop," He growled.

The man didn't listen. He screamed in fury and pulled out a second gun. Glen was faster, swinging his sword twice; the first off to cut off both revolver barrels, and the second to cleave off the man's entire right arm. The man screamed bloody murder and dropped his other gun. His "friend" whisked away, running for his very life, as other patrons backed away from the bloody scene. Glen looked around once, twice, before using the man's own shirt to wipe off his sword before resheathing it.

"We're leaving." he said. "Naomi."
"R-right." Naomi replied, standing up. Behind them, Erick (who had been watching the entire time) bent down and picked up a dropped set of keys.

"Looks like I got th' info I wanted," he said. "Let's get outta here." Before they left, he dropped a stack of coins on the bar. "Sorry 'bout th' mess."

Together, the three mages walked out, leaving behind a very shocked set of bar patrons.

"That was smart," Glen said to himself. "I suggest we leave as soon as possible, sir."
"Righ'," Erick agreed, jingling the keys. "Now, we just gotta find where these go to."

"I think I know." Naomi said. "On our way up the slope, I noticed a set of tire tracks leading to what looked like a wooden bridge, that led into the side of the hill. The four of you were busy talking and didn't notice it, I guess."

The two men looked at each other. Erick had a grin plastered on his face while Glen had a smirk. "What?" Naomi asked.

"Leave it ta women," Erick said.
"I suppose. I bet Emili noticed it too." Glen commented.

"Oh... Men!" Naomi huffed.

"Guys!" a voice behind them shouted. Turning, the three mages saw Franz and Emili running up to them, carrying massive plastic cases; Emili carrying two effortlessly with one arm (and one in the other), and Franz carrying one in each hand, straining. "I know it's a lot, but I was thinking we could make Franz the supply bitch and he could carry them!"

"Very funny." Franz wheezed.
"...how did you get those?" Glen asked. Emili's smile faltered somewhat. "...you didn't..."

"You were the one suggestin' we steal a ride," Erick pointed out.
"I was joking," Glen growled. "You didn't hurt anyone, did you, Em?"
"Nah..." Emili said... then looked away. "Well... maybe one... or two... or half a dozen..."
"How was I supposed to know that water is a huge commodity in the desert?!" Franz whined. "And that there was an almost black market trade in it?!" Glen grabbed Franz by the collar and yanked him forward.

"A desert, motherfucker, a desert!" he shouted, waving his other arm in an arc for emphasis. "Do you see it?!"

"Uh... well..." Franz sweatdropped. Behind he and Emili, screams and shouts could be heard... angry ones.
"Damnit, every time..." Glen muttered, letting go of Franz and sighing. "Right. Sir, shall I get the ride while you hold them off?"

"Be mah guest," Erick answered, tossing the keys to Glen. "Hope you're fast."

"Of course I am," Glen said confidently. "I'll meet you guys on the slope. Phoenix."

[Jawohl! Sonic Move!]

In a flash, Glen was gone. A half-second later, Erick and the others made a run for it. Emili and Franz dropped one of the water cases each, using their free hands to draw their guns as they ran. Erick pulled out both revolvers as they ran, screaming for the people in front of them to get out of the way. Naomi also drew a revolver.

"Wh-where did you get that?!" Franz almost shrieked.
"I trained for the mission too, Bruder," Naomi said.
"You're not old enough-"

"We'll discuss appropriate ages for people to use firearms in life-or-death situations later!" Emili shouted as gunfire suddenly rang out around them. "Damnit!"

"I got this," Erick said, skidding to a stop. "Y'all keep goin'." As the others ran past him, Erick turned to face the incoming marauders as they pointed every kind of gun at him. Twirling a revolver in one hand, Erick began to walk backward, popping off six shots in rapid succession. Each bullet struck one of the persuers squarely between the eyes; one even passed through the skull of one to hit the one behind him in the eye.

"Hah!" Erick boasted. "Six shots, seven kills!" As they opened fire on him, Erick leaped sideways, down an alley. Opening the revolver chamber with one hand, he quickly tossed the reolver's companion in the air and pulled out a speed-loader as he emptied the cylinder, quickly reloading it and slapping the cylinder closed as he grabbed the second revolver.

Some of the persuers broke away from the main group that chased Emili and the others, going after Erick as he ran down as alley. He turned a corner, reaching an area between a building and the wall of the hole. Using skill alone, he bounded between the wall and the building, landing on top of the small home. As the persuers rounded the corner, he fired off four shots, three of them hitting as he turned and ran.

Leaping from rooftop to rooftop effortlessly, Erick listened as shots were exchanged by Emili's group and the persuers. Musta really pissed 'em off. Erick mused. Ta send this many people after us. Skidding on a rooftop along the main road in the town, Erick hopped down, confident he had lost his pursuers. Running to catch up with the rest, he heard anguished shouts nearby. Turning to look, Erick saw that one of the marauders had taken the time and the effort to stop chasing the rest and try to rob a streetside house.

Erick narrowed his eyes, vaguely remembering a time years ago when he saw soldiers of his own people doing the same thing. He wouldn't stand for it.

Striding confidently, Erick wasted no time in raising one of his guns and pulling the trigger, the bullet hitting the thief in the back and sending him crashing to the ground. He looked at the terrified woman and her children, at their wounded and bleeding father, and resisted the urge to console them. I'm not th' Hero. He thought. I'm just a Bringer of Death.

Behind him, Erick heard the distinct sound of hammers being pulled back before firing. ...Sidearm.

[Yes, Gunslinger. Protection.

As bullets fired, they bounced off of Erick's Protection bubble. A rage consumed Erick's old eyes as he glared at the people who had chased him.

"I'm not supposed ta use this power against y'all," he said. "But y'all have royally pissed off th' Devil today!" Holstering the revolvers and clenching both fists, he summoned up magic power from within. "Lemme show ya how your 'conquerors' try ta do things! Proton Bolts!" Two balls of light formed in his fists. With a scream, he hurled them forward, through the Protection field, right into the nearest two people.

The resulting magical detonation forced the group backward and on their ass, their guns skidding along the ground. As Erick strolled out of the shadowy house, he looked like a mythical Titan as he walked out of the shadows, his eyes cold like steel and his motion equally as metallic. "Feelin' scared?" He growled. "Afraid? That's just death lurkin' around." He pulled out both revolvers. "See you in Hell."

Bullets fired as Erick executed his pursuers.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Spoiler for Sky-Colored Days:

"Okay, so maybe, things didn't go exactly as planned." Franz said. "But hey, at least we have water!"

Glen sighed as he leaned back in the driver's seat, one arm on the wheel and another on his gun, as he scanned the horizon. As it turned out, the keys belonged to an oversized version of a sand buggy, designed to hold six or seven people plus equipment, thus becoming quite a nice fit for the group. The controls were easy - no more complex than a standard car - and Glen's only problem driving were the constant sand dunes. "Erick and I had to use spells to get things done. Our time limit is tighter than ever now, assuming that any of those people report what happened today."

"Well, they were prolly lookin' for survivors," Erick mused as he cleaned a revolver in the passenger seat. "So we jus' gave them a clue. Besides, it's not like we ain't used spells on a mission before. I remember one time when you used a spell to light a fire, Glen."

"It was fifty below zero and no one could start it," Glen responded as the buggy started up yet another dune. "I had to do it or we would have died. That's survivalism. What happened back there was just... a fuck up."

"Nah, it wasn't too bad," Emili shrugged as she stretched, her heavy rifle lodged between the bottom and top of the buggy. She ran a hand through her violet hair. "Glen, dear, don't be a prude. Besides, once dark settles in, they'll never find us."

"Yeah, but isn't this thing solar-powered?" Naomi asked, stretching up to poke the top of the vehicle, where a set of solar panels gathered energy. "So at night, we couldn't move for long anyway."

"Unless you wanted to walk," Franz said behind them, sitting on the back of the buggy. "But I don't think we'll do that again."

"I agree," Glen said. "Okay, so maybe it wasn't too bad."
"Damn straight!" Erick said, grinning. "Now look, we got less than two days to make it there. Glen, you ready to floor it?"

"Floor it?" Glen echoed. "I think we have more time than-"
"Nonsense!" Erick shouted, almost standing up. He pointed straight ahead. "Ya see that! That's your road, Glen! You gotta drive it! We gotta get goin'! We gotta be the first ones there cause we're the best!"

"Eh..."
"Yosh! You agree guys?!"

"Of course! Hotblood is always the best!" Franz shouted.
"Well, maybe not hotblood," Emili mused. "But yeah, we are! We got a mission to do, and we gotta do it, no matter what!"

"Um..." Naomi looked almost shy. "Y-yeah. I mean, this is my first mission and all, but I... I really wanna do my best! I've gotta!"

Glen looked back at the others, then at Erick. "So..." he said. "What you're telling me is to just... scream ahead?"

"Yosh!"

Glen sighed. "Hotblood..."

But a smile crept up on his face. "All right, let's play then." Taking his hand off his gun, he reached for the gear shift. "You want speed? Let's go then!"

Glen pushed down the petal, and the buggy lurched forward as it leaped over another dune. Erick whooped in excitement as the buggy almost flew. Emili and Naomi shrieked and screamed excitedly simultaneously, and Franz nearly fell off the buggy.

The ride was on. Their mission clearly ahead, the five mages rolled onward. Above, the blue sky watched as they sped off, to a mission that was theirs.

Yup. Erick thought as Glen's smirk became obvious. It's a good day, alright.

Whoo that was fun. Final part will be called "The Liberation of Belzac."

Listen for this song:

Noted the Star Wars references, and how blatant they are. Bar scene is cool, though.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

How so last I check Keroko wasn't into beastiality, half dog, etc...

She isn't.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

I'm sure he's done enough stuff we don't even know about to warrant it.

Tesla: Exactly!

Originally Posted by Tk3997

And no party would ever be able to take her with all the top players being college age dorks they'd be too busy ogling her to acutally attack effectively...

Oh, the accuracy.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

I've finally got a bit of time myself as well I've got a little over 1,500 words done on the VxF piece, but it's slow going writing action is much easier...

I'm going to have a first crack at romance. I think I have the scene figured out, but then I suck at writing romance so we'll just have to see where it ends up.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

I'd just switch to bullets it's rather hard to have resistance to really fast bit of metal tearing through your flesh.

Tesla: Bullets are more lethal then magic though. Although we could aim for the non-vital spots....

Originally Posted by Tk3997

And those are the ones that end up dying young.

Or become great geniuses, or very very rich.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

A buzzword of dubious merit that’s basiclly never really swung battles… at least not by affecting the enemy. Just look at what effect such efforts have had throughout history the most common is to give the targets a good laugh before they get back the business of killing you. Really unless the person is already actively suicidal getting them to kill themselves is going to be nearly impossible, short of mind control as I mentioned.

Not themselves, eachother. For example, using the friction between the Ground Forces and Navy to spark a 'civil war' in the TSAB.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

Or the TSAB is just fairly diverse and includes a number of standard sci-fi near/abhumans… Acutally that seems entirely more likely then having huge numbers of familiars roaming around. I just find the idea they’re swarming all over the place with presumably pretty low level civilian mages a tad suspect.

Aliens that just so coincidentally happen to look exactly like familiars? Not to mention that there has been no mention of alien races anywhere in the Nanohaverse whatsoever? the credibillity for this idea doesn't even make it of the ground.

That aside, does someone even need city-destroying power in order to make a familiar? Sure, Yuuno mentioned 'a mage powerfull enough to make a familiar' in the Triad subs, but as usual with the Triad subs their accuracy is questionable. Listening to the sentence sounds more like 'a mage able to make a familiar' which is a different thing entirely.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

I mean what would someone like that even use one for? Besides a servant which raises so many moral and ethical questions it’s not even funny… Acutally Familiars do that anyway and as such pose all kinds of civil rights questions. You might be able to glance over these somewhat if they’re a fairly tiny population, but they become allot more contentious if they’re common place. Familiars that we see have human level intellects which ought to, by most enlightened thinking, entitle them to human level rights including telling their “masters” to get bent when they tell them to go stand in front of the enemies buster spell...

Funny thing, they are used as servants. Take Linith for example. Obviously morals and ethics are either dumped or limited to how you treat them. For example, you can own a pet despite that its an intelligent being. You can make your pet do anything you want as long as you don't abuse it. And even then the line between 'normal' and 'abuse' is thin. Hell, the fact that they adress their creators as masters or parents should tell us that their rights are limited to the amount they recieve from their masters.

As for telling the masters to get bent when they should be tanking the blow, familiars are linked to their masters. When the master dies, so does the familiar. Even should the familiar want to tell ther masters to get bend, its not the smartest of choices.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

Probably, but the point is you'd still have guys around to watch your back and even a small group of grunts is probably at least as good as a single familiar.

Not in anime they're not. Grunts always get whiped out in one blow, leaving the heroes to do the hard work. Nanohaverse is no different, so having someone watch Keroko's back who can at least match her abillities is more then just advisable.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

Yeah well it's not like we got much more then vague hints about really anyone else's job besides Nanoha either, and even then it was mainly the manga that saved her from being nearly as ambiguous as everyone else. The role and missions of the various forces in the TSAB haven't really been well laid out in canon which has left us to kind of try and piece it together with frankly not nearly information. I'm mainly working off what would make sense and reduce overlap and redundancy between forces while fitting with what scraps we get from canon.

Which may backfire completely, concidering how much TSAB follows guidelines (Nanoha and Fate transfered to Ground Forces and back where they came from with no problems, lol whut?) but its all we got.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

The Espionage might have some usefulness the sabotage and infiltration rather less so, an Enforcer wears a uniform and seems to work in an official capacity so infiltration probably isn't really something they do. Plus the higher level ones might well be rare enough that allot of criminals will know the ones that work in their area so undercover ops are probably right out as well.

Police wear uniforms too, yet you have undercover agents.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

Still seems pretty quick, but I suppose with help from the inside it might be possible. I'd still put some emphasis on the differences and try not to make her seem ultra competent right out of the gate. I'd think she'd bum around close to Fate for quite a while after being fast tracked into the community helping her with cases and such and no acutally begin taking any major ones on her own for several years.

Having her stick close to Fate was the idea from the start, I did put her on the same ship, didn't I? That aside, define 'pretty quick' by Nanohaverse standards. I'm already making this take longer then I need to, as we know that transfering in the Nanohaverse is rather easy, concidering the entire RF6.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

I’ve been that guy before on the VOIP in FPS and RTS games more then I’d care to admit…

“No you fuckers go to the objective, the objective its THIS WAY, stop camping the damn airplane spawns!”
“Damn AT will you put away that god damn SMG and shot the tanks like you fucking SUPPOSED TO!”
“This is a vehicle map why dose this squad have 5 fucking snipers camping the only building on the map?!”
“The UAV shows the area is clear stop camping and PUSH asshats!”
“Just stand next to the damn flag this isn’t that complicated!”
“Damn it you’re the medic why don’t you have the fucking Defib dumbass?!”
“Smoke grenades on top of our own defensive positions are NOT helping numbnuts!”
“God you’re all fucking retarded, I hate you all so much.”

I don't really like to lose much...

Wait, what? This guy relies on UAV's? Oh god please let him fight us! While he's running for the so-called 'clear' area, we'll just lie in waiting with our UAV jammers on.

[FlameSparkZ]

Originally Posted by Keroko

I can't read Japanese at all, so I'll have to make do wit what I hear.

I can read hiragana/katakana and some kanji, so I somehow manage

Originally Posted by Keroko

Well, for the Warcraft Onyxia its her dragon form.

For the Nanoha Onyxia its her humanoid form.

I see...

Originally Posted by Saint X

WE WANT FANSERVICE! WE WANT KITSUNEMIMI MAREN! WE WANT EC-

*Saint X feels the fury of T3H UNSPEAKABLE*

EC- ?

Originally Posted by Saint X

Yes... something based on the Raid host but also based on the Raid him (i know there is not such thing as a male edel raid)/herself...

NO EDEL RAID HAREMS PLEASE!!!

THAT.IS.HAXX!!!

"In the name of the Divine Metherlance Family... I command you to stop this madness!!!"

Right...still...it's kinda tempting

Originally Posted by Saint X

What he said is that we should be following EG canon, 1 Raid to one Pledger only... only but some Key Device Semi-Haxx can we do a harem... and in my case, it's Ashton having 3 Pledgers... Subaru as the formal and two others, sparking a rather silent love square-ish event.

lol it's actually because Ash is not a normal Edel Raid in a sense- remember that there are NO MALE EDEL RAIDS... why did he exist unless he's somewhat...

Saint X is Killed by Isis

Yeah, funny on how there isn't any male Edel Raid, it may be because they live long lives...and probably because they can reproduce with human males...

Coud: Is that true?
Ren: *blushes*
*Creator-kun is pwned by Cisqua's missles*
Cisqua: Like I'll let that happen!

Originally Posted by Tk3997

I've often wonder whether the Texas Rangers enjoyed or were mortified by that show...

Who knows

Originally Posted by Tk3997

[twisted saying]"People don’t kill people, devices do."[/twisted saying]

And we saw in Vice's flashback what harm magic can do to someone without protection

Originally Posted by Tk3997

I’ve been that guy before on the VOIP in FPS and RTS games more then I’d care to admit…

“No you fuckers go to the objective, the objective its THIS WAY, stop camping the damn airplane spawns!”
“Damn AT will you put away that god damn SMG and shot the tanks like you fucking SUPPOSED TO!”
“This is a vehicle map why dose this squad have 5 fucking snipers camping the only building on the map?!”
“The UAV shows the area is clear stop camping and PUSH asshats!”
“Just stand next to the damn flag this isn’t that complicated!”
“Damn it you’re the medic why don’t you have the fucking Defib dumbass?!”
“Smoke grenades on top of our own defensive positions are NOT helping numbnuts!”
“God you’re all fucking retarded, I hate you all so much.”

I don't really like to lose much...

I see
And with such an incompetent team...I can understand why

Originally Posted by Reiji Tabibito

YERS!!

Ok...

Originally Posted by Reiji Tabibito

...I need to get Arcas one of those...

Well, it's not necessary
*points at Hayate*
No ribbons

Originally Posted by Reiji Tabibito

HEY! I liked that show...


...and don't forget:

"If you can see Chuck Norris, he can see you. If you CAN'T see Chuck Norris, you might only be seconds away from death."

True

~~~~

I'm surprised no one even commented on the episode 10 screenshot I put up

*goes listen to Filia's private song + mini drama*

[Tormenk]

Originally Posted by FlameSparkZ

I can read hiragana/katakana and some kanji, so I somehow manage

Kanji only. Though being able to read hiragana/katakana is so very useful.

EC- ?

Ecchi.

And we saw in Vice's flashback what harm magic can do to someone without protection

Imagine getting hit in other areas. Wonder how would head-shots and crotch-shots turn out..

Well, it's not necessary
*points at Hayate*
No ribbons

Who knows. Nanoha might have given her new ones over the years.

~~~~

I'm surprised no one even commented on the episode 10 screenshot I put up

*goes listen to Filia's private song + mini drama*

~~~

Recent anime and manga blitz has left quite some ideas for future plans, thankfully the only cracktastic being about a certain UD.

Some choice picks from Little Buster! 4komas to share here. Spoilered for length.

Spoiler for Rin:

Spoiler for Noumi:

Next on the list is SS04 for more ideas.

[FlameSparkZ]

Originally Posted by Tormenk

Kanji only. Though being able to read hiragana/katakana is so very useful.

Nice

Originally Posted by Tormenk

Ecchi.

Oh...I see...

Well, Maren doesn't like to wear such tiny clothes that expose her body, especially around the chest area, it'll be mentioned again in the beginning of this next chapter

Here's a teaser...

Spoiler for Soaking:

[Hot Bath Room]
Yui: Hrmmmm~ *streches arms upwards* *relaxes* Soaking after training feels good~
Teana: *nods* So true~

Originally Posted by Tormenk

Imagine getting hit in other areas. Wonder how would head-shots and crotch-shots turn out..

Originally Posted by Tormenk

Who knows. Nanoha might have given her new ones over the years.

Maybe

Originally Posted by Tormenk

~~~

Recent anime and manga blitz has left quite some ideas for future plans, thankfully the only cracktastic being about a certain UD.

Some choice picks from Little Buster! 4komas to share here. Spoilered for length.

Spoiler for Rin:

Spoiler for Noumi:

Next on the list is SS04 for more ideas.

Rin and Noumi are MOE!!!
*runs*

[Jimmy C]

Originally Posted by tk3997

So can Familiars tell their masters to get bent and leave? Do the masters “own” them? What rights do they have? Are they citizens? Etc, etc…

Nanoha Sound Stage 2, which features Linith and the creation of Arf, has a lot of info on familiars. The most important being that master and familiar establish a contract that states their expectations, obligations and conditions of service to each other.

[Evangelion Xgouki]

Originally Posted by Reiji Tabibito

...and don't forget:

"If you can see Chuck Norris, he can see you. If you CAN'T see Chuck Norris, you might only be seconds away from death."

Ah yes, Chuck Norris. Now if he came to the OC...THAT'D be haxx

Originally Posted by Kagerou

Not at all satisfied with the way this ended, but that's why this is a one-shot in 3 parts. And also, look for a couple blatant Star Wars references and an Ace Combat reference.

Spoiler for Sorairo Days:

*snip*

Whoo that was fun. Final part will be called "The Liberation of Belzac."

Listen for this song:

Woohoo!! Excellent story . Very well written, too. Can't wait to see what happens next

Originally Posted by Kyral

lol!
reminds me of my. "Idiots! Stop dying in places where I got gunned down as soon as I try to rescue you!!"
I'm always medic in such games... can be pretty frustrating but it's also very exiting to keep your squad alive all the time xD

Ah, I feel your pain. Everyone my friends wanted to play something (Infantry, RO, etc), they always picked the offensive classes and said they needed a medic/healer...which was always given to me. I never got a chance to play any other class, really . And go and figure when I start to play a game and actually be able to choose, kinda...I opt to be a Priest in WoW .

Originally Posted by Keroko

Nanoha's befriending lets you live, Keroko's vengeance doesn't.

That's, um, good to know

Originally Posted by Keroko

I'm going to have a first crack at romance. I think I have the scene figured out, but then I suck at writing romance so we'll just have to see where it ends up.

I wish you much luck with it . Can't wait to read it!

Originally Posted by Keroko

Tesla: Bullets are more lethal then magic though. Although we could aim for the non-vital spots....

Let's see....feet, knees, hands, elbow, shoulder...

Originally Posted by Tormenk

Kanji only. Though being able to read hiragana/katakana is so very useful.

You learned Kanji before hiragana/katakana? That's...interesting. I can still kinda read hiragana/katakana....but I have no ability to read Kanji...plus there's soo many

Originally Posted by FlameSparkZ

Here's a teaser...

Spoiler for Soaking:

[Hot Bath Room]
Yui: Hrmmmm~ *streches arms upwards* *relaxes* Soaking after training feels good~
Teana: *nods* So true~

I can't help but think of the bath scene from Aim for the Top!

[stormturmoil]

wrong choice of words on so many levels...
How so last I check Keroko wasn't into beastiality, half dog, etc..

No, but you were using a certain Fate T Harloun as your enforcer example...

Which would make the pooch in question...

and given, then, that it is Arf, how unlikely is it then?

answer: Not very unlikely at all. (worse if she has male colleagues with her. Beastiality or not, they'd be lining up round the block to make use of that euphemism...)

[Kagerou]

Originally Posted by Tk3997

“No you fuckers go to the objective, the objective its THIS WAY, stop camping the damn airplane spawns!”
“Damn AT will you put away that god damn SMG and shot the tanks like you fucking SUPPOSED TO!”
“This is a vehicle map why dose this squad have 5 fucking snipers camping the only building on the map?!”
“The UAV shows the area is clear stop camping and PUSH asshats!”
“Just stand next to the damn flag this isn’t that complicated!”
“Damn it you’re the medic why don’t you have the fucking Defib dumbass?!”
“Smoke grenades on top of our own defensive positions are NOT helping numbnuts!”
“God you’re all fucking retarded, I hate you all so much.”

For me it's like:

"No, LM! Hold LM! It's not that hard!"
"Inc BS! No, BS, dumbass, not stables! Where are you going?!"
"Okay someone get the flag while I hold off these guys... no, the flag! Right next to you!"

"I hope all of you die."

Arathi Basin gives me migraines.

[krisslanza]

Thanks Keroko and Aaron for the little comments.
But shame on you both for not attempting to figure out the references.

Since none of you have tried, here's the cheat sheet

Spoiler for Cheat sheetu!:

Rune Juril: Her name is a reference to Yggdra Union. Rune is Luciana's middle name and Juril is Yggdra's middle name in Japanese. Her device, Crea, is a reference to Phantasy Star Universe's 'Crea' weapons.

No.47: The intentional references... Her name, ESD-47 is a reference to HK-47 of Knights of the Old Republic. It's also, unintentionally, a reference to Hitman as his number is 47. Her device, Nei, is a reference to the Phantasy Star series as one of the key characters in Phantasy Star 2, I believe is the one, was named 'Nei'. Also her codename, Glass, is a reference to the Glass from Morrowind.

But yeah, I purposely made No.47 relatively weak, well at her creation (so to speak), to offset the fact I made her so... Special. I'll explain eventually how she started out as S+ and somehow lost her powers to drop down to a lowly C rank.

And yeah she's a standalone, not a familiar. She's the 47th dragon experiment subject (at that time). That doesn't mean there are 47 other ones. It just means before her, there were attempts at 46 other ones. As you can assume, many of those died.

[Tk3997]

Originally Posted by Keroko

No, but that guy needs a psyciatrist. Now.

Na just some Valium that mellow him out.

Tesla: Exactly!

I am pretty good at making up plausible excuse to hurt people...

I'm going to have a first crack at romance. I think I have the scene figured out, but then I suck at writing romance so we'll just have to see where it ends up.

Tell me about it... I know mostly what I want to do, but getting it to sound right is proving a pain.

Tesla: Bullets are more lethal then magic though. Although we could aim for the non-vital spots....

Oh you just want him alive... Oh well. *loads his shotgun with Beanbags… and aims for his nuts.*

Or become great geniuses, or very very rich.

The later still die young ODing on blow or driving off the road in their 500,000 dollar sports car.

Not themselves, eachother. For example, using the friction between the Ground Forces and Navy to spark a 'civil war' in the TSAB.

Then you should have said each other not themselves! Getting enemies to attack each other isn’t exactly a cakewalk either though it’s at least possible unlike getting them to commit mass suicide.

Aliens that just so coincidentally happen to look exactly like familiars? Not to mention that there has been no mention of alien races anywhere in the Nanohaverse whatsoever? the credibillity for this idea doesn't even make it of the ground.

First off they’re basiclly just generic “animal human hybrids” (or not at least one of them seems to have funny ears, but no tail or anything) such things are not stunning rare in fiction acutally the look of Nanoha familiars is utterly generic in most ways. That said what exactly dose or ought a familiar look like? Really they should come in TON of variations acutally them all looking pretty much the same makes no damn sense at all unless they're acutally a species.

Then you factor in that of the dozens even hundreds official TSAB mages and personnel we see… three of them are familiars, but then among random civilians they’re common as dirt? This doesn’t make ANY kind of sense to me. I have no doubt Keroko could create one, and while they’re probably not stunning rare the idea that they wander the streets by the thousands at the very least strikes me as just WAY off.

Plus I just don’t buy that the TSAB has no aliens or human derivatives living in it either. Indeed we’ve got a bunch of OCs that aren’t human and have fought a number of alien races as well so at least in our canon it clearly dose. As for why we don’t hear about that… Shit we don’t really know what an enforcer dose, we know basiclly nothing about the navies size or deployments, only the vaguest hints of TSAB political structure, no idea of its definitive size, the Air Force’s exact mission is vague as is it’s relation to the navy, and the enforcers relations to both, etc, etc. We’ve got so many gaps in our knowledge of the TSAB society and politics that them not mentioning anything about its demographics doesn’t really surprise me, plus Zafia is filling the "token non-human team member" slot already.

That aside, does someone even need city-destroying power in order to make a familiar? Sure, Yuuno mentioned 'a mage powerfull enough to make a familiar' in the Triad subs, but as usual with the Triad subs their accuracy is questionable. Listening to the sentence sounds more like 'a mage able to make a familiar' which is a different thing entirely.

Either interpretation IMO implies being a bit surprised and impressed by the feat, it's clearly being used as a way to roughly gauge her power which he is judging as rather high.

Do I think you need to be Nanoha or Fate to do it? No not really, I think even someone around the older forwards level at the end of the series (High B low to low A rank) could probably do it, BUT the resulting familiar would be a gimp probably at or below D rank and fairly useless in battle. So no you don't need to ultra powerful to make one, but you DO need to be really powerful to make one that will do anything besides get it's shit ruined instantly against vaguely competent foes. That's the key thing a familiar is going to be pretty much just a shadow of the mages power, and the more power it draws the weaker the mage proper will become. So once again this will most benefit those with allot of excess power floating around already.

Funny thing, they are used as servants. Take Linith for example. Obviously morals and ethics are either dumped or limited to how you treat them. For example, you can own a pet despite that its an intelligent being. You can make your pet do anything you want as long as you don't abuse it. And even then the line between 'normal' and 'abuse' is thin. Hell, the fact that they adress their creators as masters or parents should tell us that their rights are limited to the amount they recieve from their masters.

The intelligence of a pet is extremely questionable and it’s pretty much assured to live a better, happier life with a reasonably competent owner being feed all the time and living in a warm house then it would on the street. A familiar is such a monstrously different issue that the fact you’d even compare it to a dog is frankly insulting. Dogs don’t talk, reason, or understand the concept of freedom but a familiar dose. A familiar is a effectively a human being and being allowed to “own” it is basiclly endorsing indentured servitude at best and slavery at worse.

Children aren't their parents property (at least under any enlightened society) and butlers also after call their employers Master.Blank, but you don't own your Butler either. If the TSAB functions like this it’s little better then any other salve holding state in history and completely morally bankrupt as well as being in need of a good coup.

As for telling the masters to get bent when they should be tanking the blow, familiars are linked to their masters. When the master dies, so does the familiar. Even should the familiar want to tell ther masters to get bend, its not the smartest of choices.

All the more reason not too it doesn’t work both ways so not only do you “own” them, but you’re telling them to basiclly die on command for you. If the shot won’t kill you they have no reason too, if it will kill you then it will surely kill them so they don’t lose anything either way if they hate you which any sane intelligent being probably would if they’re treated as property.

Not in anime they're not. Grunts always get whiped out in one blow, leaving the heroes to do the hard work. Nanohaverse is no different, so having someone watch Keroko's back who can at least match her abillities is more then just advisable.

Frankly I don’t give a rats ass about anime rules or shit writing like that. What I give a rats ass about is reality and in reality a familiar draining off just a likely rather small percentage of a person core is NOT going to be a match for even a half dozen average mages using the full output of there’s. The whole “Everyone besides the hero is totally useless” is one the stupidest and frankly most annoying clichés in fiction and I hate it with a burning passion. More so in a setting like this with a large organized military force; it makes no sense for the rest of the army to be totally incompetent and useless aside from a tiny handful of “heroes”. The heroes being above average goes without saying, but that’s an entirely different thing then everyone else being worthless brain dead gimps that are only around to be slaughtered often in incredibly stupid ways or fail ay any task given them.

Like I said it’s fucking stupid and if the “professional” writers in charge of StrikerS aren't smart enough to break free of it we should at least endeavor do better rather then perpetuating the stupidity. It’s not even debatable everyone knows its stupid jokes about it a abound, and yet people keep perpetuating it anyway.

Which may backfire completely, concidering how much TSAB follows guidelines (Nanoha and Fate transfered to Ground Forces and back where they came from with no problems, lol whut?) but its all we got.

See below I personally don't think they transfered at all.

Police wear uniforms too, yet you have undercover agents.

Yeah, but they're specially selected and trained for that and are pretty much never taken from the higher profile areas, acutally they often like to use new guys for undercover work, and after even one really extensive deep cover operation they'll often never be used again in that capacity. Using and Enforcer on any other sort of sting besides that would be a total waste you don't need a damn Enforcer to go up and buy some drugs from some guy on a street corner for instance.

Having her stick close to Fate was the idea from the start, I did put her on the same ship, didn't I? That aside, define 'pretty quick' by Nanohaverse standards. I'm already making this take longer then I need to, as we know that transfering in the Nanohaverse is rather easy, concidering the entire RF6.

I doubt that myself RF:6 is a bad example as it’s founder had a both a flag officer and what appears to be a highly influential politician backing her and seems to have selected her troops mainly from her friends nearly regardless of their positions. RF:6 is NOT a good example at all of how things would normally work. Plus the manga pretty much shows it took years of string pulling and dealing to get it to happen.

In real life a transfer between MOS even inside a service is rare. You won’t see many tankers up and transferring into field artillery, or infantry becoming helicopter pilots, etc. Inter-service transfers are basiclly unheard of. Sometimes though you’ll get a task force made up of components of each service, but these are pretty much always temporary (though they can still last years). Take Task Force 121 in Iraq a quick list of some of its components:
First off it’s commanded by an Air Force Brigadier General and later a Colonel (leader of the Delta Force) and includes troops from:
-DEVGRU (United States Navy Special Warfare Development Group, Navy Seals)
-Delta Force
-US Army Rangers
-CIA Agents
-Air Force Pararescue men
-Air Force Combat Controllers
-Air Force Special Operations Aircraft and their pilots
-At various times has also included British and Australian SAS, Norwegian Marinejeger, and Polish GROM personnel.

The Taskforce keeps changing names for security reasons, but has now been active in one form or another for going on six to seven years. It’s been formed for the mission of targeting high value enemy personal for capture of termination.

This in my opinion is roughly what RF:6 was a taskforce assembled for a specific mission just like the above taskforce. This is supported by the fact members often continued to wear their old uniforms and most simply returned to their old units when it was disbanded. In fact under this scheme it wasn’t a transfer at all, it was simply a temporary duty assignment. It’s possible that Hayate was hoping to leverage off good results to make it permanent, but that clearly failed and so it ended up being what she probably pitched it as to start with, a temporary taskforce to deal with a specific problem.

Wait, what? This guy relies on UAV's? Oh god please let him fight us! While he's running for the so-called 'clear' area, we'll just lie in waiting with our UAV jammers on.

Ain’t no such thing in BF:2142… Which despite over a year is still pretty much the best team based FPS around IMO. Quake Wars is pretty good, but BF2142 still “feels” better balanced and more polished, BF2142 with some QW artillery functions would be pretty much my ideal TFPS.

Originally Posted by FlameSparkZ

I see
And with such an incompetent team...I can understand why

Tch that’s just the standard level of pubbies you’ll run across in most public servers. Sometimes when I play I feel more like a tard wrangler then a squad leader. I mean crap you get FREE BONUS POINTS just for following orders and people still won’t do it! (and I get them too acutally I get all of my squads bonus points combined… which almost makes it worth the hair pulling)

Originally Posted by Liingo

Hahahahaha... while I've never lost it at people playing with me.. there have been alot of times where I'm sitting there going WTF are they doing?

Of course, not having a mic probably helps them

The Mic is truly a double edged sword... Not that I need a Mic I'll cuss people out to fight harder and smarter with text too.

Originally Posted by Kyral

reminds me of my. "Idiots! Stop dying in places where I got gunned down as soon as I try to rescue you!!"

I normally just leave those fools out in the cold, if you want me to heal you don’t act like an idiot as I’m not gonna risk my ass to go res you so you can probably just keep running right at the tank that gunned you down.

Plus if I’m the squad leader then you're all pretty much expendable since as long as I live you can just keep coming right back into the fight. (Assuming you’re smart enough to click on me or the spawn beacon, which stunning some people apparently simply aren’t…) Now don’t get me wrong I’m not encouraging you to just repeatedly suicide into the enemy in hopes of doing some minor damage... which is another thing I see entirely too often I often wonder what goes through some of these guys heads while playing it must be something like this:
"Hmm they cut down the first two guys with machine gun fire, but I'm sure their trigger fingers are tired so I'll definitely make it!"

I'm always medic in such games... can be pretty frustrating but it's also very exiting to keep your squad alive all the time xD

http://www.2142-stats.com/Nameless+stats.html speaks for itself as to my preferred role. I like to play squad leader and squad leaders should almost always be medics IMO so do the math... It helps that in BF2142 (my preferred team FPS) Medics can fight rather well, Quake Wars medics have decent weapons and armor as well.

Originally Posted by Evangelion Xgouki

Ah, I feel your pain. Everyone my friends wanted to play something (Infantry, RO, etc), they always picked the offensive classes and said they needed a medic/healer...which was always given to me. I never got a chance to play any other class, really . And go and figure when I start to play a game and actually be able to choose, kinda...I opt to be a Priest in WoW .

I like playing combat medics acutally in fact I don’t like games without them or ways to heal my allies actually, and if it has one there is a very high chance I’ll be playing it. I’ve never been the greatest twitch shooter anyway so I tend to avoid being right at the front mixing it up to hang back a little with a longer ranged weapons/spells to cover and heal others as my normal MO.

[Kyral]

Originally Posted by Evangelion Xgouki

Ah, I feel your pain. Everyone my friends wanted to play something (Infantry, RO, etc), they always picked the offensive classes and said they needed a medic/healer...which was always given to me. I never got a chance to play any other class, really . And go and figure when I start to play a game and actually be able to choose, kinda...I opt to be a Priest in WoW .

In fantasy settings im always a warrior... and the tank... even if I don't want to be a tank! I want do crush my foes with my mighty axe, not let them beat the crap out of me until they get nuked away! ¬¬

Originally Posted by Tk3997

I normally just leave those fools out in the cold, if you want me to heal you don’t act like an idiot as I’m not gonna risk my ass to go res you so you can probably just keep running right at the tank that gunned you down.

Jupp... thats what I do.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

Now don’t get me wrong I’m not encouraging you to just repeatedly suicide into the enemy in hopes of doing some minor damage... which is another thing I see entirely too often I often wonder what goes through some of these guys heads while playing it must be something like this:
"Hmm they cut down the first two guys with machine gun fire, but I'm sure their trigger fingers are tired so I'll definitely make it!"

Yeah! I prefer such people on the enemy team... ^^'

Originally Posted by Tk3997

http://www.2142-stats.com/Nameless+stats.html speaks for itself as to my preferred role. I like to play squad leader and squad leaders should almost always be medics IMO so do the math... It helps that in BF2142 (my preferred team FPS) Medics can fight rather well, Quake Wars medics have decent weapons and armor as well.

Yeah... 2142 is quite nice. Its fun playing in a walker when the engineer is smart enough to keep you alive. xD
My requests for repair often get ignored... ah well... *shrugs* ^^

I only played the Quake Wars Demo. It was interessting playing a Strogg Medic and the Idea with the objectives is good.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

I like playing combat medics acutally in fact I don’t like games without them or ways to heal my allies actually, and if it has one there is a very high chance I’ll be playing it. I’ve never been the greatest twitch shooter anyway so I tend to avoid being right at the front mixing it up to hang back a little with a longer ranged weapons/spells to cover and heal others as my normal MO.

The Assault/Medic Combo is also my favorite ^^
And I often stay in cover. I think of me as a medic, when I die the others die too. ^^'
But sometimes its quite fun to run to the front and shoot around. Well, short fun but fun nonetheless! xD

[Evangelion Xgouki]

Originally Posted by Kagerou

For me it's like:

"No, LM! Hold LM! It's not that hard!"
"Inc BS! No, BS, dumbass, not stables! Where are you going?!"
"Okay someone get the flag while I hold off these guys... no, the flag! Right next to you!"

"I hope all of you die."

Arathi Basin gives me migraines.

Ah....the joys of pug battlegrounds

Hmmm...all these talks about familiars makes me contemplate giving Shamsel one
...like her:
http://www.yamatotoysusa.com/page.cfm/418

[krisslanza]

The Arathi Basin memories are floating back up...
*Begins to twich on the ground*