| Chapter 3 - Black Turkey Down |
| The sky slowly rained down ash upon the now burnt forest. The smell of burnt leaves and wood was heavy in the air, the orbital stike had struck down upon the new HQ with a heavy laser beam. Commodore 64 and the rest of The Revolution had recieved the order to board White Thunder for evac, but little did they know, their judgement await them onboard the craft. Commodore and Reggin were cautiously working their way through the forest towards the extraction point stopping every now and then because of the threat of The Tango. They came upon White Thunder when Reggin stopped, Commodore came up on his left side, "What is it?" Comodore asked. Reggin answered, "Something isnt right, this area is just to open for him to be, and look at that landing job, Pretty Ricky lands better than that. Something doesnt feel right, and I sense something is majorly wrong." Commodore tapped his mic to open up a comm link to everyone except the channel linking him to White Thunder, "Everyone stand down, evac is hot, i repeat stand the fuck down." "This is Darth Mullet and FROdo, the evac looks clear as Oreo's closet affection for Anton." Commodore radioed, "FROdo, do a thermal scan." FROdo lowered his eye monitor so it was level with his left eye, and took out his minature keyboard. He swept the evac area for a thermal scan to pick up the body heat of others that could be in the area. "That craft his hot, i repeat that craft his hot, picking up all kinds of heat signatures, they are too close together to get a number count." With that said FROdo lifted his eye monitor and tucked his keyboard away and unslinged his gun, he brought up the x ray scope. He blinked twice and then focused his eye sight through the scope. He peared through the hull of White Thunder, but did not sight any Tango. "The craft is clear, either that or they are wearing cloaked suits, which would be pretty newbish" FROdo radioed. Darth Mullet cut in, "No actually it would be pretty your momish." Reggin suggested, "FROdo why dont you take to the high ground and see if you can draw them out using the ways of the FRO and then mark them with the FRO tag so we can see them, and then the rest of us jump them." "Reggin that is to dangerous, you should sit this one out and watch and try to learn from me and Darth Mullet." Commodore said. Reggin's face showed signs of disappointment. "That is a possibility but we are talking about The Tango's soldiers of 1337 material here. Even if I did tag them, two people could not bring that many 1337 soldiers down. I suggest we wait for contact from Moda and the rest of Delta Force." FROdo implied. Just then Moda appeared through the brush behind FROdo, he was leading Delta Force. "I heard everything, lets get this show underway." Moda said. Rope made of FRO shot out of the top of FROdo's head and wrapped around a tree branch and he pulled himself up. "In position." He radioed. Just then, the doors of White Thunder opened up and rippled waves that cut through the air seemed to have jumped out. Strings of FRO shot through the air and tagged the outlines of bodies. "Now is our time." Commodore radioed. He drew his two lightsabers and jumped high out of the brush with his knees drawn up to his chest and lightsabers out to the side. Darth Mullet shot straight out and cut down two Tangos in the way of Commodore's landing. Paintballs flew through the air, one connected with the Tango to the six of Darth Mullet that had a clear shot on him. He turned around and at that moment felt very thankful, Commodore landed right behind Darth Mullet, and they faught back to back, Commodore drew back his saber and struck down a Tango to his right, both of them flung their sabers straight out sideways and cut down advancing Tangos on their 3 and 9. The sun was flickering for some reason and reminded them of the time they had a scuffle in Darth Mullet's living room and the dark forces were making the light flicker. Just then they both looked up to see a Tango dropping down from the top, but before they could react, a saber flew out of the brush and connected with the Tango sending him falling through the sky limp. Commodore looked over at Reggin and smiled. Back to back Commodore and Darth Mullet spun around sweeping the area for any more possible threats. "All clear" FROdo radioed. "Gret job guys" Moda said coming out of the brush slinging his gun across his right shoulder. The rest of Delta Force emerged doing the same. "Sorta reminds me of the pwnage Bike Smart Empire used to cause." Darth Mullet said recalling times past. "Well atleast your mom likes me more than you." FROdo said, catching a glance at Commodore who spun around to hide his laugh. Pretty Ricky finally stepped out of White Thunder, with a look of relief on his face. "Well do we have a Turkey to cook up or are we just gonna stand around and finger eachother and tell eachother how pretty we look pwning dbag noobs." "Walmart doesnt have charcol." Darth Mullet said. "Aye but it does have hotty mchott hott cashiers and little nug nug." Commodore said. They boarded White Thunder and had a Thanksgiving they would remember, the Thanksgiving spent onboard White Thunder. ~Hey make the cockpit light up~ |