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| Wild | Oct 5 2010, 10:55 PM Post #1 |
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"Rogues heading down Main Street!" "They're trying to get to I-95!" "They're past the blockade!" Several explosions ripped through the city of Philadelphia as the United States Military Police struggled to contain a lone motorcycle carrying a pair of individuals wearing Power Armor. Riding a red motorcycle, the all-black armor drove the machine forward as the white and blue armor rode shotgun, stabilizing himself as he fired a beam rifle at the stragglers behind, his cloak blowing in the gusts of wind. "We're past the final blockade before we hit I-95, Wild." "Great Angel, we'll head north for now towards New York or Yankee Territory. I'll be sure later," Wild responded back, checking the sensors quickly to see how many were pursuing them. Adjusting himself to hold onto Angel, Wild breathed a sigh of relief as he clipped the weapons to his hips. "Wild are you sure about this? We could have continued back over near Philadelphia..." Angel says, a small hint of sadness in her voice. "I'm sure. I know you want to stay close but the Military's been more aggressive as of late. To be honest- crap!" In that moment a Night Raven approached from afar as it fired off its beam chaingun at the pair. Reacting quickly, Angel maneuvered as quickly as possible to dodge the initial volley of fire as Wild held his left hand out, a panel flipping up as the shots deflected harmlessly away. "I got this Angel, pick me up in a minute!" "Right." With that, an anchor launched out from his front armor and latched on successfully to the side of the chopper. Reeling himself up, Wild uses his armor's thrusters to catapult himself into the opening of the chopper. Staring in surprise, the anchor let go as Wild landed inside and slashed the closest soldier and kicked out the stunned pilot to the ground below. The other three inside quickly grabbed their rifles to shoot the rogue Power Armor, however Wild was faster as he already drew his beam pistol and shot the next soldier. Knocked back temporarily as the ceramic exploded to save the soldier, Wild wasted no time to stab upwards into the ceiling, directly into the rotor blade motors. "See ya," Wild says, smirking inside his armor as he dragged through the ceiling and out, cutting part of the chopper as it began smoking and spinning wildly out of control. Descending down to the highway below, close to the outskirts of the city, Angel could be seen driving back as she extended her hand out. Receiving her hand, both used their momentum to bring Wild back onto the motorcycle, as they drove off north on I-95 away from Philly. Two hours later, Angel stood by the motorcycle at a rest stop in what used to be Central Jersey. Her armor was deactivated and withdrawn underneath all across her jacket, showing her blonde hair blowing gently against the breeze. From the rest stop Wild emerged with his armor withdrawn as well. Taking off his glasses, Wild walked over to their vehicle and sat down on the seat, looking over to Angel. "Well, from what the people inside have heard, the Rangers are struggling to hold the Mideast. Rumor has it the Knights are going to step in again for several more pushes. Yankee Territory is safe for now. We can head up there and recover for a week or two before we go back down," Wild states, looking over to her. "Angel...I know you're worried. Are your parents ok?" Wild asks, putting his glasses back on. "They're ok, I was able to see them from afar yesterday. Only nine more months to go right?" Angel quickly asks, steering the subject away. "Yeah, are the scars going away?" "Slowly...we'd better get going," Angel says, looking up to see storm clouds starting to roll in. "You're right, we'll stop at a hotel along the way when it gets worse, you get some rest, I'll drive," Wild says as he climbs on. Angel follows suit and wrapped her arms around his chest, leaning her head against his back to get some rest. As the motorcycle sped off, Wild wondered to himself what to expect up north in Yankee Territory. |
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| Wild | Oct 15 2010, 11:54 PM Post #2 |
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A few days had passed since their breakout from Philadelphia, as Wild and Angel were on the border between the Mideast Territory and Yankee Territory. Inside their motel room, Wild disengaged the power armor from his body and pushed a button on the side. As the compacted armor unfolded and unsheathed itself to its full size, Wild looked over to a set of tools for maintenance. Alongside the bed on the night table, another compacted armor lay, colored in black. For Wild it was maintenance time, as he began checking over his armor. Angel had gone out for the day to do some exploration earlier, so Wild had taken the time to fix hers up first. Having finished, Wild took on his own armor, as he checked his glasses to switch over to diagnostics mode. Part of his equipment included a set of glasses he wore that acted as both the lens to the Gundam and as a display for whatever he needed. A red flash appeared on his display as he inspected the arm of his unit, finding the area and fine-tuning it as needed. As he preceded to continue for the next hour, Wild found some cracks in his armor. Groaning at the additional work needed, Wild picked up some additional tools to repair it before it became a much more serious problem. Finishing his work, he heard the door open and looked over to see Angel returning back. "Angel! Just in time, I finished up the repairs. What did you find?" Wild asks, as he looks on to see Angel's face turn into a scowl at the sight of the room. "Wild! Couldn't you just once work on the floor?" "Sorry but I need the height and the bed's the only one that has that. You know that. Anyway, did you find anything?" "Yeah, I walked around for a bit and found a few places. You said you were done right? The locals recommended a nice restaurant. We could go there." "You sure? We kinda- wait...you went shopping didn't you?" Wild asks, noticing the bag in her hand. Sighing to himself, he shook his head. "You were planning on this weren't you?" Wild asks, pushing the button as the armor compacted itself back. "Yeah. Actually I got some of the night planned if you're willing to play along," Angel says, smiling at her companion. "Oh and it's my treat, so you don't have a choice." Hanging his head in defeat, Wild nodded in defeat. "Ok, fine. Let's get our armors back on," Wild relents, as he hands Angel her armor and puts his own back on. "So, what did you have in mind." "You'll see." |
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| Wild | Oct 26 2010, 12:24 AM Post #3 |
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Several hours later, both Wild and Angel returned back from their night out. Both of them groaning, they both collapsed directly on the bed. "Wild, why did you have to fight those two...?" Angel asks, a hint of how tired she was from everything. "We didn't have much on us...besides they threw me..." Wild responds back, rubbing his back as the jacket he wore was slightly torn up. "It's not like anyone saw me shift..." "Yeah...thanks at least for going along with it," Angel states, rolling over so she could get to the bed's edge and sit herself up. "I'm glad we spent a normal day...or at least one as normal as we could get." "Sure thing...night..." Wild mutters, slowly crawling to the pillow and passing out. "Hey!" Angel exclaims as she looks back over, seeing him fall asleep. Shaking her head, Angel stood herself up and walked over to the bathroom. Undressing herself from the night's clothes, she stopped to look at herself in the mirror. All across her body, white scars were visible on her chest and back. Slowly tracing across one scar on her side, a look of sadness appeared on her face as she remembered briefly that day. Explosions rocked across the building, as Angel looked outside the window to see a fight between the Barcalow Knights and the Rangers. The Knights were being quite aggressive, as they attacked the Rangers from all angles. Missile fire rained down on the nearby buildings, as Angel looked out in shock. Calming herself quickly, she looked to her young students. "Everyone, we need to leave now." As she finished, a missile struck the floor above as they heard screams on the floor above. Moving quickly, Angel guided her students out of her classroom, before seeing a light fixture breaking above the last of the students. Reacting quickly, she moved above the child and took the impact of the fixture landing on her back, pieces of glass stabbing into her shoulder. Shaking her head quickly, Angel splashed her face with water, and sighed. "Wild...why did you really do this to me? Why did you save me that day? At least the scars are going away slowly." A small smile appeared as she checked her arms to see the scars had gone away. Even the worst scars on her arms were nearly gone. Dressing herself for sleep, Angel shut off the lights and sat on the other side of the bed. Placing a hand on his head, Angel smiled a little at the man that saved her life and stayed to make sure she was safe. "Wild...thanks," Angel muttered, crawling underneath the covers and closing her eyes, never breaking contact with him. |
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