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Post by Brandon on Feb 27, 2010 0:07:19 GMT
In a bar on the lowly side of a city on Apothos, sat a man. He sat at the bar itself with a drink in one hand and a gun on the table. A man came and sat next to him. It was a soldier.
The man put his gun away. He knew if the soldier saw it that he would be in trouble. The soldier sat down and looked over at the man. The soldier decided to initiate a conversation.
"Hi."
"Hello. You're a soldier, ain't ya?"
"Yes sir I am. I am proud to serve my country. My name is Dave. What about you? You got a name?"
"Oh I have a name. I don't usually share it though."
"Oh come on, man. You can trust me."
"Actually I don't think I can. But you really seem to want to know my namel, so I will tell you. My name is Jacobs...Brandon Jacobs."
"Ah nice to meet yo- wait a minute...Brandon Jacobs!"
The soldier jumped for his gun, but before he could reach it...~click~. Brandon Jacobs stood poised to fire, a pistol in his hand. The soldier looked at him with almost a sense of awe.
"You've smuggled on almost every planet. You're said to be one of the best smugglers of all time. Men say you are a ghost...a phantom wandering from planet to planet. The Star Wanderer is what they are calling you."
"Well I'm glad they fear me. For they should"
THUNK!
Brandon clubbed the soldier with his gun. Then he heard another sound. It sounded like more soldiers. The door opened.
"Hey what did you do to that soldier. Someone call for backup!"
Two of the soldiers approached Brandon with guns out. They ordered him to come quietly. Brandon stopped for a moment, then fired!
"Someone grab him!"
Brandon ran out of the door. He knew he would'nt be able to make it to his ship. Good thing he had backup. The men chased him into the street. Brandon side stepped into an alley and climbed up a ladder. On the roofs they ran, Brandon out in front. Suddenly Brandon quickly turned and jumped over the edge of the buildings. The soldier stopped the others.
"Stop...where did he go?"
Suddenly a helicopter came over the building. They saw Brandon inside. Brandon smiled and turned to his friend the pilot.
"Punch it!"
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Post by Brandon on Feb 28, 2010 20:28:17 GMT
The helicopter made its way to a derelict skyscraper about 20 miles away. They landed on a helipad on the skyscraper. Brandon got out of the helicopter and stood on the pad waiting for the pilot.
"Haha. Thanks again Jerry."
"Geewhiz I told you Brandon. You can't even go out for a drink without causing some kind of trouble."
"Sorry that's just how I roll"
The two clapped each other on the back as they went inside. The skyscraper was abandoned, but not for smugglers. This skyscraper served as a base for Brandon and some other smugglers. They passed through the labrynth of halls until they came to a man sitting in a room full of monitors and radios. Brandon sat in a chair next to him.
"Whatcha got for me Gerald?"
"Not too much today. Their putting a bit more money on your wanted poster. Ummmmm...politician scandal...politician scandal...oh and a message from AU for you."
"For me?!"
"Yeah they said something about the next time they'll see you???"
"Ok. When you get a chance, message them and tell them I'll be there within a week."
Jerry turned and stared at Brandon.
"Wait, we don't nearly have the supplies needed..."
"I know, that's why tonight we finish our job here. I'll send you plans on what we'll need. You ready to do this?"
Jerry looked at him, and smiled.
"Always."
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Post by Brandon on Apr 11, 2010 1:02:33 GMT
All was quiet in the poorer, dilapidated area of Apothos. All was ready and prepared. Brandon stepped into the hangar on floors 36-40 of the building, which they had combined to make into a hangar. Jerry was there, tinkering with the Sunfighter. He turned around and saw Brandon entering the hangar. Brandon walked up to him.
“Is the ship ready?”
“Yep, everything is ready to go. All we need is you and what you are bringing in just a while.”
“All right. You remember the plan?”
“Of course. Exfil point in 3 hours, ready to tow.”
“Good I’ll see you then.”
Brandon stepped into the elevator, which raced down to floor one. He exited the building and hopped onto his motorcycle. He sped down the empty and unkempt streets, far exceeding the speed limits. He finally reached a warehouse in the industrial part of the city. He parked his bike down the street and walked up to the building. He looked at the front door. Two guards, one dog. He went into a side alley and looked around. He saw a ladder part of the way down the alley. He thought, “Wow, they must be new to this building…” He climbed the ladder and got up on the roof. He dropped about half his gear there and continued to a window above an office. He looked inside. One man in office dress. He pulled a silencer out of his bag of gear and attached it to his P-93. 3,2,1…three shots was all it took. He was down.
Brandon then pulled out a knife and cut through the glass. He slipped inside, and he knew he wouldn’t have many problems with security since the building wasn’t armed. He proceeded through the maze of hallways until he reached a huge room filled with army supplies. Ammo, weapons, even artillery. Brandon went to the corner of the room where he saw they had a stored PM-Cube (PM standing for Partial Minimilization). He minimized the whole room into the box (about the size of a crate).
5 minutes left. He heard the rotor of a helicopter coming close. Suddenly the door exploded open and soldiers poured inside. Brandon hopped behind the crate, pulled out his P-93, and began to fire on the soldiers. He picked up his radio.
“Jerry, where are you?!”
“I’m close. 30 seconds.”
“I don’t know if I’ll last thirty seconds!!”
“Hold on. Take cover!!” The roof suddenly seemed to deteriorate as bullets poured through it. Everywhere soldiers began to fall with multiple gun wounds.
“Ok, ok. Thanks for the air support.”
Brandon turned to check the crate when he saw another man entering. He was wearing bomb squad armor.
“Aw crap. You gotta be kidding me!”
Brandon fired at the man. No effect. The man swung a punch. Whack. Brandon fell to the ground. He noticed one thing about the armor. It was too small. The man was vulnerable at the ankle. Brandon dodged blow after blow. He put away his P-93 and pulled out Right and Left: his names for his Desert Eagles. Bang. Bang. Bang. A slight affect. Finally the man made the mistake of trying to punch Brandon in the face. Brandon dodged under and BANG! The man fell to one knee, blood pouring from his ankle. He struggled to get up. BANG! The other ankle shot. And Brandon stood above him, point-blank range from the man’s head.
“No please stop!”
Brandon stopped. He realized that this man had asked for mercy. He turned to leave. The man grabbed for a gun that was on the ground. Brandon turned, simultaneously firing two shots. And THUD! They hit the man square in the head: the weakest point of the armor.
The man fell to the ground a bloody corpse. Brandon turned. The hook from the copter had come through the roof. He heard more footsteps and hurried to hook up the crate to the hook. Then through the door came even more soldiers than before.
“Get me out of here!!!”
“Alright. Hang on!”
The helicopter began to go up, and so did the crate. He grabbed onto the side of the crate and climbed up to the top, where he ducked for cover from the bullets. They pulled out into the night sky. Jerry got on his radio.
“Sunfighter, do you come in? Sunfighter do you copy?”
“This is Sunfighter. We’re ready for departure at the exfil point. You better hurry here though. A warning to kill you has been sent out as well as a warning to shut down all space traffic.”
Brandon climbed up and took the radio.
“Well then it just looks like we’ll have to blast our way through, doesn’t it?” “Alrighty. We’ll be ready. We’re Oscar Mike in 5 minutes.”
Behind them suddenly came two ships. They sent pull over code to the helicopter.
“Here we go…”
The ships opened fire. They dodged the fire back and forth, swerving from side to side.
“Alrighty launch in 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. GO!”
The Sunfighter blasted out of nowhere, taking out both ships with RP Torpedoes. The helicopter pulled in above it, where a hatch was opening. They lowered the crate inside, then prepared to land.
“Three ships inbound. 20 degrees.”
Brandon picked up the radio.
“Copy. Alrighty, go!”
They darted from the fire and with the landing gear out, they made a crash landing. Brandon pulled the radio out.
“Ok, we’re in! Close the doors and let’s get out of here!”
The Sunfighter blasted out of Apothos.
“Ok course set. Next up: Earth 2.”
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