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| Topic Started: May 18 2011, 11:57 PM (53 Views) | |
| Zepp | May 18 2011, 11:57 PM Post #1 |
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After a stern sleep, Saigo woke up. All he could hear was the splash of the tides. His uniform, his plane, his co-pilot were nowhere to be befound. He sat, stark naked on the shores of a forlorn and unfamiliar place. "What is this?" Saigo spoke aloud to himself. The splashing of the tides were a calm break from the labyrinths of information that spiraled within Saigo's mind. Gradually, the information escaped, as the calmness of the waves mixed with the trauma of the event and make Saigo's mind clear as waters running down Mt. Fuji. For a stark few minutes, all Saigo could hear was the sound of his breathing. He closed his eyes. Calm yourself, it refrained. Feel the emptiness. His eyes opened with piercing clarity. Edited by Zepp, May 22 2011, 01:57 PM.
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| Zepp | May 19 2011, 12:09 AM Post #2 |
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Saigo walked through the jungles framing the beach, having fashioned a rudimentary covering to make himself decent. The place was tropical, full of creatures he was unfamiliar with.. was it possible he was in Indonesia? Enemy occupied territory.. he must be careful. He crawled through the jungle haphazardly, hoping to come upon some kind of settlement. He was no army grunt, that was for sure. Bugs nipped at his arms, and the sound of cicadas helped hide the loud cracks that gave away his position. It was getting dark now. In the distance he could see the glow and smoke trail of a fire. He hurried his pace, desperate to dry himself and get back to civilization. Before he knew it, the jungle ended, and the fire was before him. It was a campfire with an array of tents around it, laundry, dried fish. The occupiers were absent. Saigo helped himself to some green soldier's fatigues and fried fish. The food was a pure blessing to him and he basked in the warmth. Then suddenly, the cicadas stopped. "Halt!" Edited by Zepp, May 22 2011, 02:09 PM.
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| Zepp | May 22 2011, 02:15 PM Post #3 |
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Out of the jungles crept the residents. An army patrol. They were a well organized group.. with a strange array of weapons. Carbines, a bow and arrow, an axe. Their uniforms were the telltale green of American G.I.s. He was definately somewhere.. strange. He held his hands in the air, and one of the men approached him. He was tanned and Asiatic.. collaborators? The man looked in his eyes, up and down his body, pushing him as if to test his balance and circling him. "You're new here, aren't you?" "My plane crashed and I don't know where I am. If you wish to interrogate me, shoot me now." Saigo closed his eyes in anticipation and fear.. but only heard a resounding laugh respond to him. "Yup! Definately new! Welcome to the Brotherhood controlled territory!" Saigo's eyes narrowed in confusion.. he lowered his hands. "So we're not in.. Indonesia?" The man shook his head. "I'll tell you what they told me when I got here. Wherever you're from, it doesn't exist anymore. Whatever's your mission, it's over now. If you want to pledge loyalty to something, pledge it to your brothers." American propaganda. But there was no use in fighting it. Not until he could get back to friendly waters. "How do I.. do this?" Saigo snarled. The Emperor would be displeased. The man lifted his hand, showing a horizontal scar. The rest showed theirs, revealing the same. "Swear on your blood to defend the young, the old, the defenseless and the innocent. Swear loyalty to the CO. Swear to give up your past for brotherhood." The man handed him a knife. Here goes nothing.. Edited by Zepp, May 22 2011, 02:24 PM.
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