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Chapter 5 - Revolution In Arms

White Thunder started its decent into the clearing of one of the biggest battles in Erie history, the Battle of Ole' Maides. The crew of White Thunder were to meet up with the troops of Delta Force, and advance back into their neighborhood. Fucking they dont own any territory any more.
"Fucking we dont own any territory anymore," Commodore 64 said.
"Umm.. I know... Right?" Pretty Ricky said,
White Thunder landed in the clearing, Commodore was the first off followed by the rest of the crew. Commodore knelt down to the ground, the ground was considerably dry for the fall season, he picked up some dirt and ran it through his fingers recalling the battle that was waged here once long ago. Back when they were all just soldiers fighting in a war that they thought would never create an aftershock that they still fight today.
FROdo set foot on the ground and looked at Commodore, but realizing FROdo's gaze, Commodore got up quickly cleaning off his hand.
"PRRRRR" Darth Mullet made the bird call, and out of the bushes emerged Delta Force weapons drawn at their side.
FROdo started "Alright, Darth Mullet, you take your squad to my old house and secure the area. Commodore you salvage what you can from the Headquarters back on Kilpatrick. Then we are gonna need both of your teams to sweep the old tunnel system, once its been deemed safe, we have to move quickly to neutralize The Tango. DO NOT forget your gas masks when going into the tunnel system, if you recall back before most of this ever started, your sister, Darth Mullet, let loose the hiroshima bomb down there, and that air reeks and is not suitable for any man to inhale"
Darth Mullet shook his head at this piece of information, Commodore let out a chuckle recalling how disgusting it was when it happened. He can still remember the tremble it caused, Commodore's body shuttered when he thought about it, the shutter wiped the grin off his face.
Pretty Ricky began, "FROdo and me are going to track your progress from the air, if shit hits the fan, then that sucks to be you. But if it gets out of hand, get to the evac point for immediate extraction, we are not to draw too much attention to what we are doing. This isnt a game."
Commodore cut him off "Ya thats what you told Oreo Kanobi about joining the military and look where that has got him, command of a whole fucking army. Nice choice of words, douche.."
"Ya Pittsburgh is going to the Superbowl.." Darth Mullet broke in.
"Alright, any questions?" FROdo asked ignoring Darth Mullet's comment.
Commodore raised his hand, "Ya, dude, why do some of my turds float and some sink to the bottom of the toilet?"
Darth Mullet jumped in, "Oh that shit keeps me up at night for real!"
Pretty Ricky started, "Isnt it ironic Commodore is talking about poopoo, and Darth Mullet said 'oh that shit'? Or am i just letting my mouth think for me? Cuz you know, i do that a lot, well, probably more than a lot, soooo.. am i the only one realizinggg...."
Moda broke his thought "Shuttt the fuckkk UP!"
"Couldnt of put it any better" FROdo said.
The two divisions headed out to their objectives, they stuck together until they got 100 yards out from FROdo's old residence. The neighborhood is a ghost town now, the civilians either fled or were under the category of collateral damage. Luckliy members of The Revolution got their family to safety before bombs over baghdad started hailing.
Commodore lead his squad up to the Bayfront Connector, once a beautiful highway, now a deserted piece of concrete with crators littering the way. Slowly and staying hidden, Commodore's squad advanced until they reached the top of the street which their old HQ lay on. Commodore and his unit bounced from cover to cover down the street until they got to their HQ which was a network system of tunnels spawning from Commodore's house at the bottom of the street up to Darth Mullet's House and over to Moda's Residence. Commodore's thinking was cut short though when Jims voice sounded from beneath him..
Jim's voice was muffled but heard clearly through the ground."KAAAAAA-MEHHHHH-AAAAA-MEHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Commodore jumped up and soared through the air, flying for the first time in a while, he was suprised he still had the power. Commodore stood suspended in the air as he watched while his unit was blinked out of existence. Outraged, Commodore's power level soared to it's max, reaching higher than the max food Nikki Paradise can consume.
"Dude wtf, that shits old, molden, and crusty..." A voice played in Commodore's head, right, he had to stop bragging about his powers.
Commodore's wrists flung out and out shot the blades of his lightsticks. He soared down into the hole that the energy wave blasted out of. Oreo met his suprise counter attack with a fury of fists, Oreo slowed down time and inflicted more pain onto Commodore. Commodore was thrown back with the force of the punches and crashed up through the ground. He ended up in Moda's driveway, drawing his energy back, Commodore stood up slowly, he ripped off a piece of his tattered Big Ben shirt and wipe the blood off his forehead. He already felt the swelling on his face, when he finally regained himself, Commodore looked down at the ground and spat up blood, he was ready for another round. Commodore kicked off the ground, he drew his marker and unloaded a volley of paint into the hole that Oreo still remained in.. "That little nigger rabbit...."
"Nigger rabbit?" Oreo's voice came directly from behind where Commodore was suspended. Commodore doesnt remember the quick decent, because the next time he opened his eyes, he was on his back a few feet deep in the ground, his head throbbing. When the white stars finally cleared, Commodore found it in him to get up, he stood up and shook the dirt and dust off his body.
"I shall admit honkey..." Oreo began
"Dont call me honkey, its like calling someone cute, its pointless and fucking more retarded then mexicans entering a marathon. Cuz we all know they are gonna fall asleep and wake up when they hear the gun shot and speed off back to the motherland." Commodore stated.
"Way to take my bait, I called you honkey to see how racist i could get you to sound, and now you have pushed me to the max." Oreo said, in a sound of a fart Commodore was in hand cuffs and little mexican midgets came marching in singing the oompa loompa song in spanish and started to force feed Commodore refried beans.
Word finally reached Darth Mullet that Commodore had been captured this time instead of himself, and he just simple replied "Thats boughetto." The term 'boughetto' was equivilent to the term 'Broken Arrow' used in the military, giving the sitrep that all as been shot to hell and back to Mike Jone's vagina hole, and racism is about to be paid.