✝ Ŧhe Єhronicles of the Ѵillage Đarkroot (The RP) ✝

[Clutch 45]

These are The Darkroot Chronicles. The planet has been long ruled by a megalomaniac with dreams and aspirations for a perfect future, one that does not include the lower class, or any unsupportive or "nonconformist" subjects. Over the years, the despot has used his high tech army of robotic soldiers to systematically remove all opposition. Only a few have managed to escape, banding together to make the Darkroot Freedom Fighters. Who will be triumphant? Odds are favoring the unfair ruler, who has a few tricks up his sleeve yet to be revealed. Can the Freedom Fighters defeat this Tyrant? That, my friend, is up to you.

AND NOW, AS WE USED TO SAY BACK IN THE DAY,
LET'S DO IT TO IT!!

 

[Clutch 45]

Hello, and good evening. You're watching the channel six news at ten on this fine night, June fifth, 3387. This is Shawna Hart with your market update. We finally seem to be seeing closure in the dealings between world wide fast food titan Burger Haus and new mega corporation Chaotica.

Our sources say Burger Haus C.E.O. Jim Grey has accepted the eight million dollar buy-out offered by Chaotica. This marks the fifth in an ever-growing string of successful buy-outs offered by Chaotica founder Ronald Butchman, including Starla's Coffee.

In related news, a group of angry protesters filled the streets yesterday, linking arms to prevent Mr. Butchman from reaching the front doors of Brand*Mart corporate headquarters, the apparent next target on Chaotica's list.
One protester was willing to cooperate long enough to give his side of the story.

Well, of course they're unhappy! We don't need a monopoly just--POPPING up like this!! Take a look around you! All these big expensive buildings! You people think you're life's so hard if you have to get up off the couch to change the channel! Come to my hometown and you'll see a very different side of the poverty bracket. You'll realize something you've all been avoiding for years now. The gap between rich and poor is growing, and it's these huge companies that are at fault!

After the quake, our town was one of the thousands of cities and small towns completely wiped off the planet! Only you rich people survived! How many died? 27, or 28 million? And if that wasn't bad enough, those big money companies wouldn't lift a finger to help!! No, they decided to raise their prices instead!

We were left with nothing, and all those power hungry suites could care about was making a profit!! We were forced to build everything by hand, including the tools, nails and protective gear!

No vehicles of any kind, no electricity, no battery operated power tools, no high or even low grade lumber, no nothing. We had to cut down an entire forest just to keep from all dying! And now this 'Chaotica' is trying to buy all this power for themselves? It can only get worse from here!

The protester was, of course talking about the Great Quake of '78. The Quake tore the planet's flesh and shook it literally to the core, devastating the landscape, and nearly halving the world's population.
The death toll by the end reached 37 million dead, and 15 million missing, making this the worst disaster of any kind in recorded history.

Many mysteries surround the Quake, foremost in these being what caused it in the first place. Another, equally confounding mystery, however, is the pattern of the losses. a nearly equal amount of deaths were reported from every continent on the planet. These numbers have, of course, been cross-checked several times, and updated constantly whenever mistakes, or missing persons were found.

The results yielded by these reassessments, however, are quite startling, as they show that the number of deaths are actually far more uniform than we had originally believed. These, and many other unexplainable mysteries have caused scientists to spend the past decade puzzling, and with little success.

Some after-affects were more physical, however. After the Quake, the stock market dissolved into chaos, leaving those relying on it rummaging through the rubble for spare change. Few, even to this day, have more than just enough to feed and cloth their families.

They are finally finding their way back to somewhat where they were. Though they still are forced to stay in the homes they already have, they are beginning to once again enjoy some of the comforts they once did. In one of these nearly medieval villages, the residents have managed to pool together enough money to start up their own collage, calling it A.U., Alpha University, representing the beginning of the rebuilding of the education system. To this point, only elementary through early high school were available in these areas.

Other amenities have also begun to surface, such as batteries, superior plumbing, and even some electricity ,though the outer shells of the homes appear unchanged.

So, how does the uprising of a massive corporation like Chaotica really affect them? Most of those who lost everything in the Quake are often jealous of those who did not.

Another reason is that the majority believe them responsible for their bleak situation, blaming the super-rich and the mega companies for raising prices on supplies, thus keeping them out of reach of those who had real need of them.

Many in the higher bracket have a very different view the new corporate giant. Some have in fact said that this can only help those less fortunate than ourselves. "With one corporation controlling the prices, the constant competition of who can earn more is completely eliminated", said Chaotica spokesman Ben Hackman. Stay tuned after the break for more on channel six's exclusive interview with Mr. Hackman, coming up next.  

[Clutch 45]

January 12, 3390

Charles sat, calming himself, waiting for what was to come. He focused his thoughts on one thing;
victory.
He could hear the roar of the thousands just outside his sanctuary, some screaming their support, others only showed to help tear him down.
Ha! He'd show them. No one can stop him. No ever has.
And why do ya s'pose that is? He can't be stopped. There's no way. He knew what he was doing. He'd go to where his opponents are and dominate. He would make them look like children. Grind them into the dirt. Tear them limb from limb! He'd step onto that clean green grass and walk away from a blood bath!
No one will come out alive! They think they can defeat me? Me?! They don't know who they're dealing with! I'll-- NO! Stop it! focus!!
He closed his eyes in one last attempt to calm his mind before the coming storm. He took a deep breath, holding it for a second, then let it out. He was ready. He got up, walked across the room, stood up tall, and stepped through the door. He ran onto the field with his arms in the air, his perfect smile shining in the sun, and his adoring fans cheering him on. He could see the flashes as cameras in the stands went off--like a dazzling shower of sparks. He could hear the sound of his name being sung like some epic on the wind.
This. Everything about this.
This is what I live for.
The sun shone brilliantly on the perfect grass, the newly painted boundary lines. This will be a game to remember.

 

[crazyC0llec70r]

From the opposite side of the field, he strode cooly, and calmly from the locker room. He watched the antics of his opponent.
Typical. Another hothead.
His emerald eyes scanned the field. The opposing team didn't look too tough. Of course they didn't, they relied soley on their captain.
Jason had, of course, done his homework. He always did. The opposing team had not lost a match all season. They relied on their captain throughout the entire game. Hardly anyone else ever even got the ball. However, his opponent, this "Clutch", as his fans call him, was as much a ball hog as he was a hedgehog. Jason saw the easiest path to victory as making him angry, causing him to lose his focus. However, that required less skill, less finesse. No, he would win this match on skill alone. As he approached his side of the field, he locked gaze with his opponent.

 

[Clutch 45]

Jeremy sat in the bleachers staring intently at the back of someone's head who was sitting to his right.
Why the hell do they make me come to these stupid games, anyways? Do they think forcing me to watch my brother succeed at yet another sport will make me more like him or something?
He heard the crowd burst out in cheers and looked up to see Charlie running onto the field.
Just look at him. Acting like he owns the field. As if it actually belongs to him! You don't even go to school here!!
Jeremy closed his eyes and shook his head.
What a jerk.
As he opened them again, he saw the other players of his team, as well as the opposing team, begin walking onto the field.
S***, even his own teammates are below him!! "Remind me again why you dragged me here??"
He tuned his scowl at his parents.
"And when exactly do we leave?"

 

[crazyC0llec70r]

Ethan took a seat near the front, waving for Miguel and Rosa-Lynn to have a seat. The game was about to start. The players had taken up their places on the field. Ethan sighed as he watched Jason stride casually across the field. A ghost compared to his opponent, who was causing an uproar of noise as he strutted around. He leaned back on the bleachers, and sighed again.

Rosa looked at him. "Somethin' up?"

"Nah, just thinking about some stuff. I need to talk to Jase after the game."

"You think too much, man." Miguel shook his head, the sun reflecting off his ever-present shades.

"I know, I know..." He looked up at the sky. It was clear. A perfect day. Ethan couldn't think of anything that could ruin it for him.

 

[Ehrinn]

The wind was strong, blowing his white cloak about like waves upon the ocean. It crashed against his back, pushing him closer to the wall as he made his way up the side of the stadium. Such a climb was rather simple for him, as his gauntlets gripped the concrete with ease. It took a few minutes to scale the stadium wall, but he soon was perched atop a tall pillar, holding onto a flag pole. He peered down over the crowd and out onto the field. No one would take notice of his presence at this height, leaving him to make his observation without worry. He spent only moments watching the two teams kick a ball around as he had a job to do. The game itself was pointless to him, as were the people playing it. He turned on a communicator in his ear and opened a channel. "This is First Lieutenant Z-77, pass-code Nevermore. All troops move on the stadium..." He closed the channel and shut off the earpiece. It was unusual for a first lieutenant to command more than fifty units at one time, let alone the battalion he was commanding, but he was thankful for the chance to prove his worth to the general. He took a glance at the crowd. "These fools... they don't know what's in store for them..." He stepped to the end of the pillar and looked over the outside edge of the stadium. He leaped off the top of the stadium, his arms outstretched. The wind rushed by as he fell through the air.

 

[crazyC0llec70r]

Miguel's ear twitched. He thought he had heard something, something much quieter than the game, but before he could discern where it was coming from, it was gone. He shrugged.

Ethan looked at him. "What's up?"

"Thought I heard something, is all..."  

[Clutch 45]

A wicked smile spread across his face. Very rarely did he show such an emotion, very rarely, in fact, did he feel it. Those in the battalion who had the benefit of having their own free will often questioned his sanity, especially when a look like that covered his face.
"Yess..."
Just as quickly as it had appeared, his smile snapped back int his usual grimace of anger.
"ALRIGHT, THEN!! TROOPS--MOVE OUT!! FORWARD--MARCH!!!"
Without hesitation, the battalion began moving at a steady pace toward the small town, shaking the ground with each precisely timed step.

 

[crazyC0llec70r]

Miguel's ears perked up, he looked around frantically, then he leapt from his seat, flapping his wings to get airborne to get a better view. "No..." His jaw dropped and his eyes got wide. The mass of soldiers approaching the town was astounding. He screamed at the top of his lungs. "EVERYBODY GET OUT OF HERE! NOW! YOU"RE ALL IN DANGER!"

There was a confused pause, then, the screaming of a mortar could be heard over the confusion, and everyone began to scream in panic. Everyone in the stands found the nearest way off.

Ethan got lost in the crowd, separated from his friends. He looked around desperate to find them, then he saw Jason. Still on the soccer field. Then, the soccer field was lit up by an explosion, following by a defeaning roar. Ethan ran. He ran, and didn't look back. He ran untill he collapsed from exhaustion, having pushed his body far beyond it's normal limits.

 

[Clutch 45]

Charlie had heard the bat's high pitched warning, and listened. He immediately hopped the fence and worked his way up the bleachers to get a view of what was going on. He turned and saw a massive army approaching, mostly made up of robotic soldiers, leaving a trail of burning homes and crying children.

There must be thousands of them....
He began to panic at the sight of them, as they were quite clearly making their way for the stadium. He turned away and ran the only way he could think-- up the stands, to where his family was.
WHAT DO I DO???
He looked back to see the captain of the opposing team running to the exit-- the one that led directly out to where the attacking force was coming from.
Wha--?? LUNATIC!! What's he--

Just then, he heard a hideous wailing slicing through the sky, growing louder and deeper, until it became a moaning, like the sorrowful laments of some giant creature dying in agony. Then, the world went white, and Charlie's senses were overwhelmed by pain. His right eardrum burst, and began bleeding, the blood pouring out his ear and into his eye, already temporarily blinded by the blast. Shrapnel then flew past, slicing his right arm and severing a few nerves.
"AAAAAGGG!!!"

The piece of metal had flown upward- to the seat that his brother had chosen.
"JEREMY!!!"
He tried to yell again, but the blood dripping down his face and into his throat cut him off, making him cough instead. He continued pulling himself up the bleachers. Once he was near where his family were seated before the attack, he looked up to see Jeremy's hand laying motionless among the wreckage.

NO!!
That one word invaded his every thought, it was all he could think- over and over again. As he made his way up to where his brother was his thought became a yell.
"NO! NONONONONO!!!! JEREMY!!!"

A groan escaped Jeremy’s lips as he began to come to.

Charlie’s heart skipped a beat--ALIVE…! He’s…
"Jeremy!! You’ve got to get up! I-"

Jeremy smirked a bit, his eyes only half open.
"Heh. You look like s***, “Clutch”."

As his brother laughed at his own joke, a bit too enthusiastically, it dawned on Charlie-- "You’re in shock… I... Come on, Jeremy, we’ve got to get out of here… where’re mom and dad? Come on, we’ve got to find-"

no…

Charlie’s eyes, blinded by the light, stung by the smoke, and half doused in blood, went blank. There, laying amid the wreckage, were his parents. His mind went numb, his hands fell limp, and his heart simply stopped. No thoughts were present in his mind whatsoever. He couldn’t feel… anything. Then, as if lightning had struck an electrical plant, a wave of overpowering emotion swept over him. It felt as though his heart was about to explode. His eyes grew wide, his pupils pinheads in size, as his mouth opened in a silent scream.

You--- you--- no... no, you---

He tried to speak, but all he was capable of was a weak whimper. He hadn’t regained control over his body, his arms still hung limp in his lap, his jaw seemed unhinged, and his lungs wouldn’t open properly.

"no…

mom…

dad…

you…

you can’t… can’t be…

You can’t be… It’s… you can’t…
YOU CAN'T BE DEAD!! YOU CAN'T!! NO!!!"

As he sat, staring unblinking into the pale faces of his parents, a small groan reached his attention. Charlie was snapped out if his stupor just long enough to remember his brother.
"Jeremy!"
Charlie looked around at what was once a college soccer stadium, clean cut grass, newly built stands, and real electric floodlights. They were the first college to use electricity since the quake. Now as he looked around all he could see was destruction. Smoke swirling angrily into the sky, the grass all dead, destroyed by the blast, and absolutely no life anywhere. All he could see was indescribable horror. Nothing like any book he’d been forced to read in school, any movie he’d ever seen, nothing in his imagination came anywhere near this. He looked back to Jeremy.

"C’mon, ya gotta get up… we gotta get outta here."

"O-ok… Charlie… Ch-- Charlie...? I- I hurt…"

"I… It’s ok. I know, and it’s gonna be ok. C’mon, lets go…"

Charlie got himself up and pulled Jeremy out of the wreckage, and carried him out the exit. The town was totally destroyed, nothing and no one here would be able to help them. He’d have to carry Jeremy back to their hometown, that is, if it was still on the map. But he had to take that chance.
We have to get home.  

[crazyC0llec70r]

As Miguel yelled out his warning, Rosa-Lynn took off after Ethan, but quickly lost sight of him. She ran with the crowd, untill she saw the robots heading towards them. At that point, she peeled off from the crowd. The robots were everywhere, she couldn't escape. But then, she saw an opening. A single bridge over a stream. there was nothing but forest on the other side. The machines were closing on it fast, though. She dashe for it. It was a race against time. If she could make it to the brisge before those drones, she could make it to safety, but... they were fast. All she could do was run...

As Miguel ceased his desparate shout, he looked again upon the horde of machines. He made wing for the treeline, knowing that it was his only hope. He could not see any of his friends. But then... on the field was Jason. Miguel watched him for a moment, Jason seemed confused. That never happened to him. Jason started to move, but then... the explosion took the field. All miguel could see was fire, and smoke. Pieces of schrapnel took off for the stands, damaging them severly, peoeple still on them. Miguel shut his eyes, and kept flying. Then, blinding pain in his side. He'd been shot. His strength seeped out through the wound in a red wave. His speed slowed, and he descended... right towards a group of robots. He bit through the pain, and beat his wings more furiosly... the forest wasn't far now... but the machines were right on his tail, and he couldn't run much longer with his side bleeding.

As Jason heard Miguel yell, his attention was stripped from the field to look at him. Miguel was usually very quiet. He was his little brother's positive influence. Miguel was the good kid, why was he interrupting the game. Then, Jason looked out the gates to the coliseum, And he saw them. A long line of robots, picking up dirt, and destroying his home. His reaction was automatic.

He kicked the ball that was under his foot towards the gate, following it. Everything became an afterthought except for one thing. Those mechanic monstrosities were destroying everything he knew, and he simply would not stand for it.

He barely heard the bomb go off behind him, and cause the field to explode. He was already through the gates, still leading the ball forward. When they got near enough, he kicked the ball directly at one of their odd shaped heads, knocking it clean off, and causing the automaton to explode, taking out a few of them nearby, but then he realised, he had no more weapon. That ball had been his only means of defense.

He scanned around for a moment. There was a steel fencing pipe sitting unused on the ground next to him. He hefted it, testing it's weight. It would work.

He grasped the pipe in both hands, and readied it to swing. He was not, however, ready for the yellow arms that grabbed him from behind.

"So, I finally have you right here I want you, Jason." Snarled the mountain lion.

"Hunt? What are you doing, they're destroying everything." Jason cooly replied.

"Why, who do you think invited our friends to our mudpit of home, Jason?"

"What? You.... I should have known. You've always been a scoundrel, but this is a new low... Eh, even for you."

James Hunt smirked. "Now, I finally get the two things I have always wanted. This town wiped off the face of the planet, and to defeat you."

A number of robots were standing nearby, looking over the situation with confusion. Jason took this moment to act. He elbowed Hunt in the stomach, releasing himself, then grabbed Hunt's arm, and threw him at the robots, then charged forward with his pipe, and bashed the nearest rbot's head in.

It was too late when he realised his folley. The robot was crackling. Jason gasped. "NO!" The robot exploded searing Jason's body with pain.

He could feel his body burning, could feel as the nerves in his arms and legs screamed in fury at the intensity of the heat. He screamed, but could not hear it over the pain. Soon, the pain in his limbs lessened, and he realised his legs must no longer exist.

But the pain did not stop. The burning tore at his whole body. His mind went numb. All there was was pain. Pain was all there ever had been. His agony went on for an eternity.

As Jason hurled him, Hunt's mind was reeling. His plan had been perfect. Jason would die, this town would be gone, and he would be given a position on the side of his benefactors for leading them to this decrepit backwater burb. His thoughts were cut short as he landed on a robot's weapon, slicing his arm clean off. He screamed in pain, and grabbed the stump of limb with his other arm.

Then he saw another robot's head cave in. He could not move fast enough because of the shock. The explosion engulfed his legs. He watched in pain and agony as his legs burned, the robots doing nothing to help him, or end his pain. As he was about to black out from the pain, he thought to himself. I beat him... I lived, he died... there's no way he survived that explosion. And everything went black, but there was a twisted smile on his face.  

[izzabella11]

The dark bat stood a good distance away from the stadium, observing patiently as she watched burning red flames lick up the sky.
She ran her thumb over the smooth, cold metal of her gold locket.

"You gotta be kidding me... here? What the @#!*% could be here that they want?"
She sighed. "There is a balance to every action I suppose....this energy..."

At this point she looked around her to see if any fortunate survivors made their way out of the arena and overheard her. Or watching her.

"Almost... what's taking them so long to get out?"  

[Clutch 45]

Rage stopped at the front entrance to the stadium, one of the few structures still standing after the mortars had rained destruction onto it. Such a wonderful sound... the mortars screaming through the sky. As if the sky itself is being torn in two, just by the sound alone. And the feeling you get when they strike... the rush of wind, the sudden heat washing over your face-- your whole body, the deafening roar, the adrenaline rush you get from the entire collage. It was incomparable. Few things in life came close. He stood before the open entrance and took it all in. The only thing he could think of to compare it with was the aftermath it caused. He could smell the melting metal, burning plastic, and, by far his favorite, smoldering flesh. The sultry sound of aluminum supports screeching in protest made it's way to Rage's ears.
"Ah. The bleachers must be giving."
He was exited. He didn't want to miss this! It would be a thing of beauty for certain! He ran through the entrance, not paying attention to what was already around him at first.
Then he stopped dead.
He had found himself in what he could only describe as a contained, isolated paradise. He was overwhelmed with the beauty of this little garden of eden. All the sights, the smells, the sounds, even the air itself was incredible. It took all his senses to comprehend what he was seeing, and the scene still left him reeling.

Directly opposite to where he was standing, a huge metallic floodlight grew tall and proud, and bowed it's head to the ground in respect for Rage, muttering praises to him through creaks and screeches. A light bulb popped to his left, drawing his attention toward the outer wall where the stands were. He looked just in time to see a huge section of the stands collapse with a loud groan of relief. Rage was glad they had decided to wait for him.

Thanxxss...

Rang a voice in his head. He agreed. After all, he would've missed it if it hadn't been for that light. The more he looked around, the more he took in, the more he realized.
This.
This is, without a doubt... Heaven.
It must be. Nothing else could possibly top this. Ever.

But that doesn't mean you stop trying...

"Oh, of course not."
He answered. But this, this would always be his vision. His masterpiece. The one he helped create. And it was... perfect.
As the rest of the troops made their way in, the scowl returned to Rage's face.
"WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?!?"
He about-faced to see the troops standing in formation, waiting for orders.

Slow.

"Yes, they are. ALL RIGHT, YOU! GET MOVING! I WANT ANY SURVIVORS FOUND AND BROUGHT TO ME!"

Aliiivve...

"EXACTLY! I WANT THEM...
aliiivve..."
His eyes glazed over a bit as he said the last word. He couldn't help but think about all the different things he could do with them. The glorious punishment he'd give them for living through his masterpiece. He snapped himself out of his fantasies.
"Any dead, just pile up over here."
He pointed to a clear spot that had bothered him when he first noticed it a moment ago.
"WELL?? WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?? CHRISTMAS??? GET MOVING!!
EXCEPT YOU!!!"
He pointed to a young soldier who was just about to go into the bleachers. The boy stopped as dead as his heart. Rage began walking toward him, his eyes scanning the ground as he inched closer and closer. The young cat's pulse started to race with anticipation. For what seemed a glorious eternity Command Sergeant Major Rage continued inching closer to the soldier. Some of the other soldiers had stopped to watch in horror as their feared superior approached the unseasoned boy. Rage's voice cut the tangible silence like a chainsaw.
"So..."
Finally he stopped, only inches between their faces. He stood another agonizing minute, reveling in the utter fear that was personified in the young mobian in front of him. The smell was so thick, he could taste it. Even through the less wonderful stench of the boy's ample sweat.
"New recruit... eh?" Rage snapped his eyes up, so they suddenly leveled with the soldier's.
The boy's eyes went wide. He swallowed hard, his mouth was dry. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't seem to stop his heart from hammering.
Rage's face contorted into a look of utter loathing.

Silence...

Rage stammered a bit, unable to control his words through the anger.
"I believe... DO believe.... you... you were addressed...ADDRESSED by a SUPERIOR...."
superior...
The young mobian's face went cold as the blood drained from it. He knew he done for now, be the look on his's face, as well as the faces of the onlookers, many of whom had gone equally white under thier fur.
"Y-- SIR yes SIR...! uhm.. Private err.."
For a few fantastically satisfying seconds, the boy couldn't remember his own name.

John? Jake? Hamburger?

"Private Kenderson! uh, SIR!"

Kenderson hamburger!

"Private Kenderson Ha-- ahem Private Kenderson. Well, now. We'll have to... initiate you, so to speak."
The smile that ripped the Command Sergeant Major's face open across his chin was less than pleasant. PV Kenderson let a small whimper, unbidden, escape his throat.
"Heh. Alright, then, now--"
"SIR!! YOU--"
oh, no...
The Private First Class realized what he had done-- too late.

Traitor!

Rage turned to see the echidna who had interrupted him.
"No, not a traitor..."

Insubordinate!

His pupils became needle heads, even smaller than their unusually tiny size.
"Maybe Insubordinate..."

ANNOYING!!

"Yesss..... THAT he IS... very ANNOYING!!"
He started to walk slowly toward the echidna.

Sharp... Rang the familiar voice.

Rage's hand went to the dagger on his right leg.

point blank! Chimed another.

Rage's hand found it's way to his pistol.

NO... Argued yet another. Bare hands... At this they all chimed their agreement.

Yess... right lung!

"HA!! THAT'S THE ONE!!!"
As Rage approached him, he began to stammer.
"S-SIR! I... I found some survivors...!"
"And where are they? Why are they not here..?"
He indicated the area with a sweep of his hand.
"I-- because they-- they're already out of the stadium! I sen--"
"WHAT?!? THEN WHY ARE YOU HERE?!?!? GO AFTER THEM!!!"
"Sir, they had too much of a head start on us! I can't run that fast! Sir!! I sent some scout bots after them. They should be able to catch them, sir..."
"SHOULD?!?" He took hold of the PFC, pulling him into his own face. "UNACCEPTABLE!!! FIND THEM!!" He threw the echidna to the ground. "YOU!! WHAT WAS YOUR NAME??"

Hamburger!

"HAMBURGER!! NO!! KENDERSON!!"

Kenderson Hamburger!

"SHUT UP!! PRIVATE KENDERSON, YOU WILL GO WITH THE PRIVATE FIRST CLASS!! NOW!!!"  

[crazyC0llec70r]

At this very moment, a helicopter descended from the sky, privates scattering from it's intended landing site, hats flying off as the wind picks up, thus adding to the chaos when people have to chase their hats as well as do their assigned duties.

As the chopper lands, and it's blades slowly spin to a stop, Colonel Rowan "Thunderfist" Winters slides open the side door, a perpetual scowl on his face. Discusted by the disorder the troops were causing, he quickly spotted Sergeant Rage chewing out a couple of privates, and marched over to him quite rapidly, privates saluting him as he walked by. He did not notice them, as he only noticed such low ranking soldiers when they were not in order, when they were doing something wrong. As he neared the Seregeant Major, he bellowed. "Sergeant Major! I need to have a word with you and the lieutenant." He did not sound pleased, however, he never sounded pleased, so this was not at all out of the ordinary for the veteran polar bear.