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Old 2013-08-22, 08:06 PM   [Ignore Me] #5
Re: Experiences of a Vanu

Klivosk held his breath and slowly poked his head above the edge of the stairway, Solstice at ready. The prone figure of the NC scout lay there, sighting the battle through . . . her scope. Definitely a her. An Infiltrator, no doubt, and actually a fairly small one at that. Klivosk was fairly slim, as most Vanu were according to their faction’s fighting style and armor, but he was much taller than the Infiltrator in front of him. Good. All the easier to capture her.

Slowly, very slowly, he crept up the final few stairs and began to move toward the blissfully unaware NC Infiltrator.

It was an odd experience, to say the least. Klivosk personally hated snipers, and in any other situation he would pumping this NC girl full of plasma. Now, he was right behind an enemy and couldn’t shoot them.

He noticed that the Infiltrator was wearing barely any armor, which was unusual for the NC. Normally, even their Medics were covered from head to toe in bulky body armor. It was the style of the New Conglomerate, but apparently this Infiltrator didn’t care much for it. As he drew closer, Klivosk could make out the conversation she was having over the radio.

“Dammit Rhia, I said hold position!” the radio barked.

“Jeez, I’m a sitting duck over here! Sooner or later, someone’s gonna find me!” the Infiltrator shot back, worry etched into her voice.

Somebody did find you.. .

“That is no excuse! Taking this facility is paramount to our cause, and you must be in a position to properly observe the battle, and specifically NC and VS dispositions!” the voice yelled back.

“So much for ‘live free in the NC!’” she shot back.

That comment appeared to have hit home on the other end. “Look, Beth, ok. I get that this is restrictive. But we absolutely must have an accurate assessment of enemy strength in the area, and you’re faulty drop pod makes it all the easier.”

“Yeah, I guess landing a dozen klicks closer to Heyoka helps.” she admitted, calming.

Klivosk chose that moment to act. He fired one shot from his Solstice into her Redeployment pack clipped to her belt, as was the case with all soldiers on Auraxis, and spoke in his most detached, hardened voice.

"Move and you’re dead, NC.”

Both the commander on the radio and the girl herself were silent for a few moments, before Klivosk continued.

“Turn over. Keep both hands where I can see them.”

The NC abruptly laughed, before complying to his order.

“What’s so funny?” a confused Vanu asked.

“Try not spouting contradictory orders next time.” she said, cracking a wry grin at him, seemingly unconcerned at the carbine levelled at her face.

Klivosk frowned, thankful that his HUD mask covered his arching eyebrows. On with business. “Why does the NC send a lone Infiltrator to a battle between TR and the Vanu Sovereignty?”

“Pfff.” she pouted at him, sticking out her tongue.

The Vanu was extremely confused at this point, but kept the gun pointed at her. He wasn’t going to be distracted by this misguided freedo-

His thoughts were cut off as her left leg, which had been curled up close to her body, shot out at his feet, knocking him completely off his feet and down the side ramp.

Helplessly, he lost grip of his carbine, and the Solstice dropped right in front of the Infiltrator, who had been trying to turn around her bulky NC14. She stopped, and grabbed the plasma weapon in front of her, aiming at the oddball VS below her.

Klivosk couldn’t help but chuckle as he frantically fumbled for his Beamer as the NC pulled the trigger of his Solstice, only to hear a nonlethal click for her troubles. Her expression was rather priceless as Klivosk thanked Vanu for the safety switch coded into his glove. His Beamer now out and aimed, he felt back in control.

“Surrender already, please.” he asked politely, cracking a smile of his own.

The NC’s response was to dive behind a wall, pulling out her NC4 Mag-Shot pistol as she did so. Klivosk groaned at his orders, and then himself dove into the jump-pad, pushed up by the nanites to the roof of the tower. In one fluid motion, he fired his jetpack, and descended at an angle at the second floor . . .

. . . only to see the NC leaping out of the tower at him, tackling him in midair and bringing both crashing to the ground. Beamer on the ground and forgotten, Klivosk leapt to his feet and threw a punch at the pesky Infiltrator, who was in the process of bringing up her NC4 at him.

Sending the NC back sprawling through a thick bush and into the wall of the tower, Klivosk wasted no time in diving after her, drawing his Force-Blade from it’s sheath on his belt.

Tackling the girl, he found himself with his Force-Blade at her throat, he discovered that her helmet had been knocked off. She had tied back brown hair.

Irrelevant. She also had information. Klivosk noticed his helmet was off as well, as the sound of heavy tank treads grinding into the road next to the tower flooded his hearing.

Vanguards. Lightnings sounded a lot lighter, and the Mag-Rider didn’t have treads at all.

He expected the NC to have a triumphant smile on her face, but turning back to her, all he saw was abject fear.

“Look.” she squeaked, pointing.

The thought of a trick didn’t even cross his mind as Klivosk did as bidden. Her voice was all the proof of legitimacy he needed.

Those weren’t Vanguards. Twin barrels telescoping from a rounded turret were visible from over the bush.


The Terran Republic.

“Shit.” he breathed.

“Yeah.” she agreed.

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