Snek
Boop the snoot, you get the shoot
(Theme song for this RP: "Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria [media]
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He could still hear the shots of GAC-grade energy rifles, could still hear the screams of civilians and the shoutings of the rebels around him who were frantically flocking to the escape pods.
Vex stood up and gazed wide-eyed at the chaos around him, watched in horror as his comrades either stumbled and tripped over rubble as they fled to the escape pods, or were shot down by the GAC platoon that was swiftly advancing.
Suddenly, a voice nearby shook him from his horrified daze.
"VEX! We have to get the rest of them out of here at any cost! I'm going to start a counterattack, it's the only way to ensure the rest of us get out safely!" yelled a rebel leader named West, who was a few feet away. West was one of Vex's best friends, and one of the strongest leaders in the rebellion.
"Are you insane!?" yelled Vex in response, "That goes against almost every code of action that exists in our organization! It's suicide!"
"Codes of action don't mean anything anymore, Vex! This is about more than keeping the rebellion alive, this is about saving our race, it's about returning to where we belong!! And I would commit a thousand suicides if it were for the sake of our people! Now go! Help Thursday get the rest of them out of here! HURRY!"
Vex clenched his teeth. West was right, there was more than just the rebellion at stake here.
He turned and ran towards the escape pods, where Thursday was helping fellow rebels board the escape pods. The two of them ushered a father, mother, and daughter aboard one of the pods and sealed the door, releasing the pod into space. This sort of process continued for about four more minutes.
The shouts of a GAC officer pierced through the clamor of the battle. Vex turned, and before his very eyes, West was shot by an energy rifle blast and fell to the floor. Vex yelled West's name, and the last thing he saw was the GAC platoon bearing down upon them.
~
Vex jolted upright in his bed, sweating profusely and gasping for breath. It was early dawn, and the light from Earth's sun was just beginning to seep through the entryway of Vex's tent. He looked around at the crude dwelling he slept in, identical to all of the ones everyone else slept in. They would normally have used more advanced technology for shelter purposes, but it was decided amongst the Council that they would all reserve their resources until the safety and habitability of the environment in which they had landed was determined.
He rubbed his face and stretched, and was just about to pull aside the blankets that covered him when a fellow Council member burst through the tent flaps. Vex didn't recognize her, but she must have been a lower ranking, because Vex didn't recognize her, and the teenage girl flushed when she saw Vex's bare torso protruding out from the bedsheets. Pfft. Greenhorn, no doubt.
"What is it?" asked Vex sleepily and irritably, his wavy blonde hair a mess from tossing and turning all night.
"Uh...Vex, there are more of us landing soon, and one of the other officers requested help with making sure resources for the incoming rebels' shelters were distributed efficiently and correctly."
"There aren't any other available officers?"
"No, most of them are dealing with a matter brought up by one of our scouts. Something about the local wildlife."
Vex rubbed his face a little more in irritation, then rose from under his covers. He wore only a pair of white and blue plaid boxers. The greenhorn flushed redder and turned around.
"Go tell the officer requesting help that I'll be there in a few minutes, I have to get dressed and check in with the engineers first."
"Y-yes, of c-course, Vex, sir."
The greenhorn hurried out of the tent.
When Vex finished dressing himself, he stretched one more time and exited his tent.
I miss being able to sleep in.
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He could still hear the shots of GAC-grade energy rifles, could still hear the screams of civilians and the shoutings of the rebels around him who were frantically flocking to the escape pods.
Vex stood up and gazed wide-eyed at the chaos around him, watched in horror as his comrades either stumbled and tripped over rubble as they fled to the escape pods, or were shot down by the GAC platoon that was swiftly advancing.
Suddenly, a voice nearby shook him from his horrified daze.
"VEX! We have to get the rest of them out of here at any cost! I'm going to start a counterattack, it's the only way to ensure the rest of us get out safely!" yelled a rebel leader named West, who was a few feet away. West was one of Vex's best friends, and one of the strongest leaders in the rebellion.
"Are you insane!?" yelled Vex in response, "That goes against almost every code of action that exists in our organization! It's suicide!"
"Codes of action don't mean anything anymore, Vex! This is about more than keeping the rebellion alive, this is about saving our race, it's about returning to where we belong!! And I would commit a thousand suicides if it were for the sake of our people! Now go! Help Thursday get the rest of them out of here! HURRY!"
Vex clenched his teeth. West was right, there was more than just the rebellion at stake here.
He turned and ran towards the escape pods, where Thursday was helping fellow rebels board the escape pods. The two of them ushered a father, mother, and daughter aboard one of the pods and sealed the door, releasing the pod into space. This sort of process continued for about four more minutes.
The shouts of a GAC officer pierced through the clamor of the battle. Vex turned, and before his very eyes, West was shot by an energy rifle blast and fell to the floor. Vex yelled West's name, and the last thing he saw was the GAC platoon bearing down upon them.
~
Vex jolted upright in his bed, sweating profusely and gasping for breath. It was early dawn, and the light from Earth's sun was just beginning to seep through the entryway of Vex's tent. He looked around at the crude dwelling he slept in, identical to all of the ones everyone else slept in. They would normally have used more advanced technology for shelter purposes, but it was decided amongst the Council that they would all reserve their resources until the safety and habitability of the environment in which they had landed was determined.
He rubbed his face and stretched, and was just about to pull aside the blankets that covered him when a fellow Council member burst through the tent flaps. Vex didn't recognize her, but she must have been a lower ranking, because Vex didn't recognize her, and the teenage girl flushed when she saw Vex's bare torso protruding out from the bedsheets. Pfft. Greenhorn, no doubt.
"What is it?" asked Vex sleepily and irritably, his wavy blonde hair a mess from tossing and turning all night.
"Uh...Vex, there are more of us landing soon, and one of the other officers requested help with making sure resources for the incoming rebels' shelters were distributed efficiently and correctly."
"There aren't any other available officers?"
"No, most of them are dealing with a matter brought up by one of our scouts. Something about the local wildlife."
Vex rubbed his face a little more in irritation, then rose from under his covers. He wore only a pair of white and blue plaid boxers. The greenhorn flushed redder and turned around.
"Go tell the officer requesting help that I'll be there in a few minutes, I have to get dressed and check in with the engineers first."
"Y-yes, of c-course, Vex, sir."
The greenhorn hurried out of the tent.
When Vex finished dressing himself, he stretched one more time and exited his tent.
I miss being able to sleep in.