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"This is Hunter class Intruder, call letters 3114-Allen-Ocean-Iowa outbound from obital station Alpha 3. Carrying equipment, personnel and level 3 prisoner containment. Requesting docking clearance."
"This is Phobos traffic control, send us your clearance codes...now."
"3114-Allen-Ocean-Iowa, you are cleared to enter airspace. Proceed to docking bay 4."
The heavy military transport came into view of the traffic control tower as it approached the specified docking bay with an unhurried speed. The massive doors of bay 4 which bore the letters UAC slid open, silent in the vacuum of cold dead space. As soon as the ship had landed, the stern face Sergeant wasted no time offloading their prisoners.
"Alright ladies, hurry up! Don't make me pull ya!" he barked gruffly through his cigar and mustache. "LeBean! Give me a head count!"
A short man of Irish decent rolled out with a weathered clipboard and shouted the names of those whom the Sarge spoke of.
"Can't you see me, shithead."
"LeBean, get it done!!"
He checks the clipboard. "Brown and Blazkowicz. That's all of them!"
Brown laughs, "Blazkowicz? The Hell kinda name is that?"
"Shut your pie hole, Brown," Sarge piped, as the main door opens after a successful softseal. "You're in the pit with him and 5 consecutive life sentences. Ain't no way you all getting parole! Hope you like the view."
Outside gracing the sky through a glass portal, red dirt of red planet glowed in the Martian sunlight. The planet named for the God of War. Mars.
And this place...
This place will be...their...
(Thank you so much for reading this short preview. If you liked it, give it a like or send me a PM if you want more. I'm working on multiple stories at the moment, so if you want me to give another particular one more attention just let me know I'm Snes1993, your SFO robot of destruction and doom...and I will see you in the next post.)
Chapter 1: Fetch and carry
A cool foggy night rested upon the valley fortress, an old wooden temple converted to suit the needs of a feudal lord, his interests and his men. It's presence was daunting and nolonging was a place of prayer or site for pilgrimage. Henchmen and paid thugs peppered the interior and exterior of the complex, not allowing passage through the main gate without shameful security check and forced searched. The feudal Lord's fortress was a fortress indeed.
Inside among all his treasures, trophies and prizes was a princess if not the valued heiress to a worthy esteemed clan sat waiting. Perhaps for relief in the form of an envoy of her father's to free her from this maddening situation. She wore the trappings of a princess and a brooding attitude to matched her obvious pampered lifestyle and constantly annoyed the guards blocking entrance to her room who knew not if the ransom money was even coming.
Suddenly there was noise. It sounded like a yelp or a cry for help cut short. The princess inhaled sharply in the direction she heard it. She also heard the floor boards creak where the guards stood, they heard too. There were three in total, two standing at the bedroom door and one seated at a table by a window overlooking the busy courtyard. The bigger of the two men order the man at the table to investigate. He complied and cautiously approached the lit hallway, but as the candle lit flames were extinguishednhe lost heart and tore off in the opposite direction. The gaze of the guards followed his path as they didn't move from their assigned place. When they looked back, they met their doom.
Two more deathwails sounded and the princess pulled herself away from the door in indescribable fear. The silence was deafening and was abruptly broken when the lock on the door gave way and open violently. There stood death given form, covered in a black cloak and carrying a curved sword drenched in onslaught. The only visible part of this assailant was the top portion of the head revealing oong crimson blood red hair and green emotionless eyebrowless eyes with a thick dark outline. Curiously enough was a tattoo near left temple. Was it the word for...love?
Whatever the case, there was no love in this person as the princess was cruelly grabbed to her feet and tugged along to the hallway, passed the mutilated bodies and passed even more evidence of malice. They stopped eruptly to hide in the shadows and the not as sheer footed bumped into her rescuer. And through the black cloak with her shoulder she could feel that this he was in fact a she. "Who are you," she asked to which there was reply. She just stared back at her cold green emerald eyes before once more venturing out into harms way.
They surprised two henchmen who were sipping sake like barbarians who in no time were made short work of. Five more came shooting from down the hallway and yelled to sound the alarm. The hornet's nest was kicked for sure.
Hurling the princess into a hiding place, her rescuer engaged the horde with skill and brutality unparalleled. There was not a shred of mercy in her swordplay, it was kill or be killed plain and simple. But the manner in which she preformed was not for the fainthearted. Not to mention her eyes were motionless, unmoving, not blinking, just wide and hateful yet devoid of compassion. The princess peered around the corner. She saw the blood and carnage that wasn't there not five second prior. Then through the window the foggy mist parted allowing the moonlight to shine unhindered. Something shined from her rescuers belt. It was a head band of Suna...the Sand Village. From that she put the rest together, the answer to her unanswered question. But someone beat her to it.
"Sabaku," a frightened henchmen piped, "Sabaku no Gaara! Run for your lives!!!"
Standing among the corpses Gaara smirked a devilish grin whilst extending her hand outward as if to grab the scaed man from his escape. But she did that is with her sand, which pooled at the man feet traveling upwards passed his knees and torso and finally his screaming mouth that was abruptly silenced. Gaara then twisted her wrist and tightened her fingers. "Sand coffin!!!" she roared, as the far end of the hallway became coated with exploding blood stained red sand.
A few minutes more and it was all over. The henchmen dead, the feudal lord slain, the object of interest secured...
Still the proclaimed Demon of the Sands felt unfulfilled as Gaara returned on the path wince she came with princess in tow. Now it was time to go home and wait for new mission that wasn't as boring as this one.
(Thank you so much for reading, there is more to come. Please give me a shout via personal messager for ideas and thoughts. I'm SNES and I'll see ya in the next posting)
The is a little fic I wrote while on DA. Please tell me what you think. please enjoy. ~~~~ Naruhina PT 1 A orange and black clad shinobi was walking through the streets of the Hidden Leaf Village, when a thought occurred to him. Naruto's Brain: "Was there something I had in mind today, something I was suppose to do? Tsunade-sama said there weren't any missions available and mostly everyone is away doing something. So, nothing to do and no one to do it with. Hmmm... !!! I know, I'll stop by Teuchi's!" Naruto rushed over to the ramen bar, leaping from rooftop to rooftop til he finally arrived... "Haha, now for some Ramen..." ...and saw that Teuchi's was closed for the day. "...and convers-ation?" Needless to say he was bummed. "Where the hell is everyone today?" Naruto said, standing in the middle of one the most busiest streets in the Hidden Leaf scratching his head. His thoughts were interrupted by the groaning of his empty stomach. "Crap, I need some food." Soon he found himself wandering the village desperate for someone to talk to. "Kiba? Sakura? Shino? Hell, anybody?! Dammit!" Just then when he was about to lose hope, a restful scent filled his nostrils. *sniff sniff sniff SNNNNNNIIIIIIIIFFFFFFF* "Food? RAMEN!!! SHADOW CLONE NO JUTSU!!!" A ways away, Hinata Hyuuga was in the kitchen. She was wearing an adorable apron over her ninja attire, happily stirring something in a pot (possibly ramen :3). Suddenly there came a thud at the window. Hinata paused and slowly glanced over at the sound's location. She jumped at the horrific sight of a shinobi with his face plastered to the glass, fogging the area around his tongue. "Ah! Na-Naruto-kun?" "RAAAAAWWWRRRRRMENNN!!!" he said muffled as the entire house was pelted by shadow clones that honed in on the scent and disappeared into thin air a couple seconds after impact. Hinata quickly ran outside and pulled the Uzumaki in. "What are you doing here, Naruto-kun?" "I just thought I dropped by." he said, finally coming to. Hinata's Brain: "I'm alone with Naruto-kun and he just thought he'd drop by? Does this mean he...he is...answering my...?" Naruto lifted his nose to the air and located the pot on the stove. "Ahha! There you are!!!" But before he could snatch the ramen, Hinata leaped in his path with her arms spread far apart blocking his passage. "Naruto, what are you doing?" "Ah so it was YOU who made it. Let me have some." "Wait," she thought a moment to herself and blushed, "W-what will you give me for the ramen?" Naruto too thought for a moment. "I'll be your training partner for the whole month." Hinata shook her head in dismay. "I already have one." Naruto thought even harder this time. "I'll do any missions you don't want to do." "I do them anyway, Naruto-kun, regardless if they seem boring." "Damn, aaahh! Ah, I'll take you out on a date!" "Huh?!!" "Nah, you probably don't want that either." "Yes!" "?" "I-Its a deal, h-heres your pot of ramen! Wait here I'll be back!" Naruto sat dumbfounded, he almost forgot completely what he said. He stood there staring into empty space recalling his words. "Me...date Hinata-chan?" A short while later Hinata was freshening up, her face beaming with excitement. Hinata's Brain: "Me on a date with Naruto-kun! I can hardly wait!" Naruto however sat slumped over eating his pot of ramen, worried. Naruto's Brain: "Dating Hinata? Shes my best friend next to Sauske. I don't know, can you date a best friend? Well I was interested in Sakura, but her punching me all the time didn't help. Hinata...Hinata doesn't hurt me at all. Come to think of it shes does the exact opposite, shes been nothing but helpful..." ...and thats why, I'm not afraid to die... ...because, I love you. I always will... Naruto dropped his eating utensils directly into the pot. Naruto's Brain: "It all makes sense now, the blushing, the fainting, her acts of kindness...they were special, weren't they? They were expressions...of...love...for me?" Hinata walked into the kitchen. It almost startled Naruto half to death as he looked at her as she passed by. "How was the ramen, Naruto-kun?" she asked. Naruto's Brain: "Hinata-chan loves me?" "Would you like something to drink?" Naruto's Brain: "How I ached for Sakura-chan...is that how she felt and for even longer?" He walked behind her slowly inching closer to her. He suddenly realized how beautiful she was and that Hinata was no plain flower among roses. Her radiance was unique, utter captivating. He never felt this way about Hinata before, wondering how he would have managed without this Hyuuga flower. "Naruto-k-kun?" Hinata turned around to find Naruto just inches from her face. He looked calm as he smiled and stared with kind eyes. There was something in his eye, it shimmered and sparkled in the light. It was a tear. "Naruto-kun, whats wrong?" she said touching his face. He touched her back. "No, why would anything be wrong. Hinata, the day...when you faced Pein..." Hinata's eyes widen. "What you said that day...do you still mean it?" "Y-yes." "Then say it again for me...please..." "I-I love you. "Again." Hinata's eyes are tearing up. "I l-love y-you." "Again...please." "I...I love you Naruto-kun." Her face angled down with tear streaming. Naruto placed the crest of his nose against her forehead and whispered, "Hinata, I love you too." - The End ~
Here is the main concept:
Set in a (dark) timeline for ending 3.
After Star Wolf had taken everything from him including the woman he once loved, Fox realized that because of Krystal he had brought nothing but shame and dishonor to the McCloud name. Unwilling to continue such a tortured existence, he turned toward his Samurai roots and decided that as penance he must commit ritual seppuku in order to die with honor. He however did not leave the world of the living alone, His remaining teammate, Falco, General Peppy, Bill Grey, and a few other old friends attended this ritual suicide and bowed their heads in respect once he had finished taking his own life.
After His Burial, Fox's soul continued to roam lylat as a Yurei until the day he was taken in by an Inugami, a dog-like sorceror once believed to be nonexistent by modern Cornerians. With the help of the Inugami's black magic, Fox's soul evoles into a Onryo, a ghost (yūrei) believed capable of causing harm in the world of the living, harming or killing enemies, or even causing natural disasters to exact vengeance to redress the wrongs it received while alive then takes their spirits from their dying bodies. He is always accompanied by two hitodama (souls), one is James McCloud (blue colored) and the other is Fox's ancestor from 2,500 BLW (more aggressive ball of fire, colored red).
As an Onryo, Fox relentlessly followed Star Wolf, appearing and manifesting before them in the form of terrifying visages and visions (once took the form of a Gashadokuro or a giant Fox skeleton that terrorized Star Wolf in one of their motherships) and intending to slay them one by one with his ghostly Katana and his bloodied Tanto while his eyes are set on Panther and Krystal. Thank's to the inugami's black magic, he has lost all sympathy toward "she who has broken his heart". and it seemed that not matter how many times they change motherships, he always follows them relentlessly.
Partially inspired by the Japanese ghost story, Yotsuya Kaidan.
anyone interested in writing a fanfic based on this concept ought to imagine this as a kabuki play rather than a normal fanfic. I'm telling anyone to write this as a kabuki play, just imagine it.
Recently, I came across the James Bond pen-and-paper rpg. Expecting it to be simply one game, I started searching and found that it is a bit complex. There are games for most of the movies from the 60's-80's along with other documents like the "Q Manuel", which, from what I gather, is the guide to equipping items in the field, a book called "For Your Information" which I believe is the gamemaster's guide, and many other books devoted to running the game rather than playing it.
All this introduction to say... I don't know how to play pen-and-paper games in the slightest. My coach plays D&D but in the short time I have with him, I can't ask him to spill the secrets of how to play pen-and-paper role-playing to me.
Does anyone know how to execute a pen-and-paper game?