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Back to the Colony

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Original GWing Storyline, now AC 202.

Back to the Colony

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Aarkon on Mon Sep 19, 2005 1:24 am

Aarkon sat there quietly on the Leo, looking up at Zhelir through bloody, and glazed eyes. The shuttle shook some. They had landed. Aarkon shoved himself upwards as fast as he could with his broken leg and arm. He waited for someone to help him down.

"I wonder which Colony they brought me to... Heh, I wonder how long until they kill me..."His eyes shot back up to Zhelir.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Mon Sep 19, 2005 6:32 am

Zhelir glowered down at the man. He hadn't gotten the numbers on how many of their men had died on the Colonies' side. It was bad enough that any colonists had died, but if any of them were from L4, this man's stay was going to be a whole lot more unpleasent.

Get on your feet, ya maggot. I doubt ya can make any rapid movements, as fucked up as you are, but so help me God, if you pull anything, I won't hesitate to blow you apart, limb by limb.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Aarkon on Mon Sep 19, 2005 12:12 pm

Aarkon's attention was brought back to the man, whom he smiled his bloody smile at,"Well, someone needs a hug!"He chuckled his bloody laugh and slowly removed himself from the Leo's top, without further damaging himself... Well, what he knew. He couldn't feel a damn thing. Guards came in and surrounded him. Aarkon lifted a hand into the air.

"Oh no... Don't shoot."His eye rolled, and noticable sarcasm was in his voice.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Mon Sep 19, 2005 2:43 pm

Haul his ass off to the prison. Take a Taurus with you; the streets are wide enough. If he tries to escape, lay waste to him. Order the temporary evacuation of the route you're going to take, to be safe. I'm not taking any chances with this prick.

He then diverted his attention to the officer in charge of the shuttle bay.

You. I've got a paiontjob for Merc'. She doesn't quite fit in yet. It's all on here. He handed the man a datapad with the requested color scheme on it.

He began to make his way out of the shuttle bay when he quickly realised he was forgetting something. He whirled to face the guards. And for the love of God, have more sense than the police on L2. I want a full body cavity search, I wanna make sure he doesn't have enough on him to break a fuckin' toothpick.

The exhaustion of the battle and the 40+ hours lacking sleep finally catching up to him, he made his way out of the bay, and slowly down the streets, toward his office, intending on a good long sleep.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Aarkon on Mon Sep 19, 2005 3:27 pm

Aarkon was stripped, and cavity searched. Having removed any possible threatening objects, they placed Aarkon in the back of a large truck, where they tended to his new wounds on the ride to the prison; a Taurus walked slowly behind the truck as Police ushered any bystander away or into their home.

Aarkon was unloaded into the prison, Cell Block 3-42. He slowly laid down and closed his eye, the pill beginning to wear off and pain began to set in; but the police had given him a sedative which was kicking in and making the battered terrorist drift into sleep.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Mon Sep 19, 2005 3:52 pm

Upon his arrival ath is office, he stopped to speak to the secretary.

Do me a favor. Call up the prisons, have them give hits message to Aarkon Kasai: 'You may keep 25,000 of your credits if you'll do the government a small service. We've got specifications for a few articles of clothing we need made, and you'll be needing to keep yourself occupied. If you'll agree, the specifications will be sent to you, and you'll be given whatever materials needed. Also, we'll keep you on painkillers until the majority of yours wounds heal. Oh-- and we give you our word that you won't be put to death.

The secretary nodded, and he slid a datapad across the counter to her, containing the information for all of }{G's currently planned uniforms.

With that, he entered the elevator and resisted the strong urge to lie down right there and pass out. He pressed the button for the top floor, and a short trip later, was stepping out. He practically sprinted into his office, and dropped onto the couch that was in the more luxurious portion of the office. Not a minute later, he was already off to a deep slumber.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Aarkon on Mon Sep 19, 2005 4:08 pm

Aarkon was gently aroused from his sleep by a woman; one who didn't look all too bad. He smiled some,"Is this like, a last request for a death-row inmate?"The woman gave a slight confused look and handed him a letter, then walked away, the guard locking the door behind her. He peered down at the piece of papoer.

You may keep 25,000 of your credits if you'll do the government a small service. We've got specifications for a few articles of clothing we need made, and you'll be needing to keep yourself occupied. If you'll agree, the specifications will be sent to you, and you'll be given whatever materials needed. Also, we'll keep you on painkillers until the majority of yours wounds heal. Oh-- and we give you our word that you won't be put to death.

Aarkon gave a small pfft sound and crumpled the letter up and tossed it in the corner,"Like I can refuse..."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Aarkon on Thu Sep 22, 2005 3:48 pm

Aarkon sat in his cell, his elbows on his knees, and his chin in his hand. He no longer needed bandages, the wounds had closed, but he was left with scars on his face; one going across his right cheek, up the brim of his nose, and ending on the left side of his forehead. This was accompanied by one starting on his left cheek, going up across his eye, and ending on his forehead; crossing with the diagonal one. Then a smaller one on his rigth forehead.

His arms were covered in them.

He gave a heavy sigh which made his long, raven hair fall over his face, hands, and shoulders. He didn't bother pushing it back. He was tired, he had been up for three nights in a row, creating the design for the Space Suits for an unknown orginazation.

A loud buzz woke Aarkon up from his daze. His eyes slowly move towards the barred door, a guard was unlocking it,
"You've been released, Mr. Conner. But you're confined to the Colonies. We have your passport, credits, and any other essental items you would need. If you try and escape, you will be hunted down, and most likely terminated." Aarkon gave a small chuckle and stood. He walked slowly past the guard, his shoulder hunched over slightly.

"I want twenty-thousand of my credits. For living expenses while I'm on this floating hunk of metal."

"Fine... But you can not leave until the Colonist Leader speaks to you first. He will contact you."
The guard placed a communicator in Aarkon's hands, "And then he'll tell you what you can do." The Guard escorted Aarkon out of the prison, where a small red car waited for Aarkon. His only transporation, and a way to keep track of him.

"Better not start trouble just yet." He walked down and got in the car, "Take me to the nearest Hotel. Five-Star."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Aarkon on Thu Sep 22, 2005 4:44 pm

Aarkon moved into his hotel room. It was the Colony Select Hotel's sweet. Nice, large, everything you could want if you were vacationing. He moved to the large window on the far side, looking out over the L4 Colony's largest lake. He sneered some.

"If the Colonies hate Earth so much, then why mimic it? Why not just stay on the planet, where you don't risk a small explosion in the right place taking you, and the enitre place out. Fools."

Aarkon walked over to his kind sized bed, reaching into the bag which had all his confiscated items; except weapons; and pulled out his cellphone. Aarkon brought out a small item, which resembled an antena. Nothing out of the ordinary, it was common for people to use these to get better reception when calling Earth Sphere, or another Colony Cluster. But in this case, it was much, much more. It was a scambler. An item keeping anyone from tracking, tracing, or listening to his phone conversation.

After a moment of attaching, Aarkon dialed a number, which wouldn't be stored in his phone. He walked back to the window, looking at the blue water as he waited for someone to answer.


"Hello?"

"Hello... Crimson."

"Azure? You have some nerve calling me after all you did--"

"Calm down. You always did have a high blood pressure. Now, listen to me. I'm on the Colonies. the Forth Cluster. Afrer a meeting with the Leader of the Colonies, I'll be returning to Earth. South America."

"What? You think I'll accept you back just because you show up? I should kill you!"

"Yeah, yeah. You should. But you won't... Considering I have the qualifications to become the South American Nation's Leader."

"... Are you serious?"

"Yes. I'm gonna' go get the papers when I return to Earth, then run for leader of the Nation."

"You're one crazy bastard, you know that? ... Alright, you remember where the base is. Contact me once you're on location."

"What about Pink? Did she make it out of North America?"

"... Bye Azure."


There was a click, then three beeps, and then silence. Aarkon narrowed his eyes and tossed his phone into his bed, then looked at the communicator..."Hurry up!"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Aarkon on Thu Sep 22, 2005 8:48 pm

Aarkon awoke from his nap on the chair in the living room of the Hotel Room he was in by a loud continuing beep. He slowly rubbed his right eye with his right hand and stood, looking around for it's source, when he spotted his phone on the floor; it had rolled off after he threw it earlier. Aarkon moved over to the phone and lifted it up. He had left the antenna on it when he threw it. He put the phone to his ear and clicked the answer call button.

"AZURE!"

"Crimson?"

"Yes, I have some bad news... Very bad news."

"... Mind telling me?"

"... A foreign enemy is invading South America!"

"The Colonies?"

"No... Well, I don't know. We just had satellite feed and scouts report that a large scale Mobile Division are attacking various lower regions of South America."

"Well, what are you worried about? It's impossible for any of the bases to be found. It would take twenty years of searching every inch of the jungles, and that's of the large force you guys have doesn't take them out first. Yeah, you all have those Shadow Suits."

"We're not worried about us. We are people of South America, and we want to defend our home! But then again, it's against orders to interfere with any large campaign against another Nation or Colony."

"... Then why are you calling me?"

"You wanted to be Leader, remember? How are you going to do that, when the place has been taken over!"

"Easy. Befriend the conquering ones, and show him that a figure head of peace is needed."

"... Listen to you. You're just like the rest. You care nothing for the people."

"SHUT THE HELL UP!"

"..."

"You're wrong when you say I don't care for them. Even though they never wanted me. They HATED me, despised, and even wanted to KILL me! But I know what's best for them. True peace is only brought forth by means. This attacking force knows this. And by taking over South America, is bringing peace closer to Earth. Peace isn't real... Only obedience. If they all obey one figure, then they won't fight. It's not men who cause wars, but views! I'll be at the base as soon as I can. If you really wanna' stop these shitheads, then break your own damn rules and do it! You do this, and I'll help you. You're choice."

"..."


Aarkon was answered by a click and three beeps. He once again threw the phone on his bed and walked back to the chair he was sleeping in and sat, thinking.

"Should I let these people take over South America?"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Thu Sep 22, 2005 11:06 pm

Just a few minutes after Aarkon hung up with his allies the communicator began to ring. Simultaneously outside the hotel, the screeching of tires from apparently multiple cars could be heard followed by dead silence from the usually busy talkers outside the hotel. Without Aarkon even touching the communicator, a voice that was obviously Sinful's would begin speaking.
"Small change in plans. In approximately 30 seconds, your extraction from the Colonies will begin."
Exactly 30 seconds from the beginning of the communicator's transmission, the door to Aarkon's room had been kicked open. A squad of armed Space Imperial Guards flooded into the room securing it. The squad leader came straight for Aarkon, quickly swiping one of Aarkon's scarred arms. A wrist shackle was clamped onto Aarkon's right wrist, followed by the left wrist forcing Aarkon's wrists to stay immobile as they were clamped together. Aarkon was then forced out of the room at a brisk pace out into the hallway where even more SIG soldiers lined the walls. Soon, Aarkon had been led out of the hotel where military jeeps awaited him. Before Aarkon was forced into the jeep, another soldier chained Aarkon's ankles and then put a heavy black hood over his head. Aarkon was then forced into the jeep, and a few minutes later they arrived on the outskirts of the colony where Aarkon was pulled out of the jeep and shoved (still blinded by the hood) into a special bay. There awaited a shuttle that had...Some slight modifications.

THERE IS MORE! This is continued in the African Nation thread under "Election, Construction, and Beginning" created by MeiaGisborn.
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