[FFRP] Kidaroc Myths: A Fighting Chance

[Mystic Mina]

(Whoa! Nice to see you finally back, Brnin-8r. I was worrying about you!)

Name: Ashton Higgins
Age: 15
Height: 5' 7"
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Red

Background: After losing his mother to mysterious circumstances, Ashton decided to join the ever growing Boy's Army both to vent the grief of his loss and hopefully discover the reason as to why it happened. He isn't the most intelligent soldier, nor is he the strongest, but what he lacks in brains and brawn he makes up with relentless determination.

"Agh, what the heck? We're under attack!?" Ashton shouts as he scrambled out of bed and threw on his gear. "Of all the times....!"

[Mendi-chan]

((Good night dude ^_^))

"Shoot" Max said under his breath as he moved away from the console, staggering slightly from the large tremor. His hands had gotten burned pretty badly, but nothing that would cause any permanent damage. Of course he would be a bit less dexterous now, something that would definitely not be good for him on the battle field.

Looking for the nearest officer, the boy cradled his hands as he reported the status of the console. "Sir, forward guns are beyond repair. The damage is far to extensive. Also, requesting medical attention. It seems I've injured my hands slightly during the attempted repairs."

[Sailor Ganymede]

(Thanks for bringing up my bad writing N8, I have improved though. Is it alright if my parents died 7 years ago?)

Name: Allen Aaron Albert

Age: 17

Height: 6'2"

Hair Color: Brown

Weight: 215 lbs

Picture of Allen: Allen

Picture after TF of Alana Ashley Albert if Applicable: Alana(obviously she wouldn't be wearing that when she first transformed.)

Background: Allen's parents died seven years ago from a mysterious causes. He has no idea what caused his parents to die. He is armed with a long sword and a short sword he is also a Martial Artist of Third Degree Black Belt in Karate and is certified in 6 Okinawan Weapons. He also has a shotgun leaning up against the wall in his room. Allen is a friendly laid back guy most of the time, but when he gets pissed watch out he is not easy to get along with if he is pissed.

[Shadowmaster]

Ken readies himself for the imminent attack. He moves behind the nearest thing that can be used as cover and gets ready to fire upon the girls when he sees them.

[Brnin8r]

As the forward guns explode, the battlefield quiets and from Julian's point, it seems as if the battle had ended. The artillery fire stops and the barrage of chemicals slows to a stall. Nothing's happening.

As Ashton dresses for combat a marine comes into his room, "Private, you're a bit late, it seems like the girls have decided to pull back." With that message, he quickly nods and leaves.

The boy Max spoke to nods and quickly fetches a first aid kit while telling another boy to get the nearest medic to help. "You did all you could and we got one last flurry on their forces."

((All right...you dare write in that font color again and the previous threat of internet violence may occur. Black font works for me, the color of your font does not portray to me your personality...it just makes my eyes hurt. And you need a background REAL quick.))

Since Allen didn't post a description, his violent snores can now be heard in the dead quiet of the complex.

Ken sits on the front lines in the quiet tension filling the room. What's happened outside?

[Mendi-chan]

With a nod, Max responded solemnly, "Thank you sir." He turned his eyes towards the console as the rain of shells stilled. He couldn't help but feel that something was coming, like the moment in the movie when the axe murderer is about to bust through the front door. Instinctively he prepared to brace himself for some sort of impact.

[Sailor Ganymede]

(Hey so sue me for having to work. I have to pay the bills somehow.)

*Allen wakes up to an empty complex.*

"Hey where did everyone go? They were all here last night? What happened to all of them?" Allen asks as he gets up and gets ready.

[Mystic Mina]

"What? You're kidding, right? Did I sleep through all of the attack or something?" Ashton mutters to himself. He was a deep sleeper, sure, but not that deep! "Well, since I'm already up...."

He heads outside his room and begins to walk around the facility, looking to see if he can be of some use to anyone.

[Knight Errant]

Julian decides to keep a watch out regardless... at least until he is told otherwise.

He scans the battlefield for any stragglers... any sign that it might not be over.

Of course he would love for it to be over, he just wasnt naive.

[Haylie]

(Hmmm... is it too late to sign up?)

Name: Shawn Brown
Height: 6' 2"
Age: 17
Hair: Black crew-cut
Eyes: Multi (Right eye is green, left is blue; he's often made fun of)

Shawn was drafted into the Boy's Army after they noticed his skill in AirSoft. He's generally quiet and mild-mannered, often staring off somewhere lost in thought, sometimes bordering on trances. Before that he was very personable, but he lost it after his sister turned on him in his own house at the start of the war and barely escaped with his manhood. He enjoys the use of his shotgun and is most at home in the turret of a vehicle, or behind the wheel. He's also been known to employ the odd RPG or Bazooka, and always carries around his "trusty" blowtorch. Basically he's an engineer, but he's got some experience with an M40 or maybe a sniper. He's also a worthy chopper pilot.

PsychEval: As stated before, he's usually fairly quiet and only speaks either when he feels it necessary or is spoken to. He shows respect for his superiors, whether he likes them or not. He almost never smiles until he's holding down the trigger of a Humvee turret or in an Apache. He's not the most approachable guy ever. He gets really angry when anyone mentions a female relative of his, particularly his sister, and if he's holding his shotgun at that moment, the person that mentioned his sister is liable to lose his face, teammate or not. Also mildly touchy about his eyes and their color.

In the victimized bunker:
Shawn was sitting at his bed, reading the latest Hellsing book sent in by his father in another country, fighting another war when the first shell hit. He was almost knocked onto the floor, but managed to keep himself up, but he dropped his book and lost his spot. His blue eye remained opened while his green remained shut, for he was blinded by his lamp. After a brief moment of thought (or panic, it's difficult to tell with him) he leaps out of bed and grabs whatever he can get his hands on: his blowtorch and a spare gas tank, shotgun and shells, a backup Deagle and two clips, a spare RPG and three extra rounds, his helmet, and a backpack with food. He doesn't pay much heed to his fellow soldiers, nor does he make much noise himself. He looks... focused, almost bloodthirsty, as if ready for payback.

He charges outside, RPG ready, looking for anyone with a face that still has stubble. He doesn't look panicked, though. He's hoping for an officer, or some sort of superior. Preferably a competent one. But he'd also settle for someone new. Right now, he's not going to be picky.

[Shadowmaster]

Ken sits, his body rigid, as he waits. What's going on? he thinks to himself. It's gotten quiet...is the attack over?

[Brnin8r]

(Nope, you're fine to join right now)

Only Julian is able to witness the first act of what was to become the final wave. From the woodwork of the seemingly empty buildings sprout throngs of girls that charge the gates. The artillery and heavy guns of the hidden tanks, now aimed directly at the front gate burst into sound a split second before the rounds hit the fortified portal. The eight-inch solid steel door folds and buckles like aluminum foil and through the impossible tears of the ripping metal oozes the fearsome pink gas. In an instant, the last obstacle to the fort is torn down and a seemingly infinite amount of chemically charged bullets rip into the defensive line. Most bullets simply disintergrate on the defensive structures, but the screams of boys struck with the 'deadly' chemical can still be heard over the impossibly loud barrage.

As a medic began the procedure to healing Max's electrical burns, the complex shook with an impossible rumble as the front door was blown to bits. "Oooh...no..." The medic mumbled as he looked up from his work. "I'm afraid you'll have to deal with this. I'm needed on the front." with that, the medic injects a stimulant into Max, "This'll keep your hands moving and you won't feel the pain in them for a few minutes. Though...once it wears off you shouldn't use your hands too vigorously for an hour after. Let's hope we get through this..." and the medic runs through the halls to the frontlines.

Allen would find that the halls weren't terribly populated and any marines he could see would be charging toward the front gates, their assault rifles readied for combat.

With the massive rocking of the building, Ashton could easily find things to do as everyone scrambled for the defense of the boys' front.

((First of all, good description Haylie.)) While Shawn was scanning the complex, the building seemed to shake with an audible roar. A platoon leader, particularly high-ranking it seems, is ushering more soldiers to the front. "Go! Go! Go! We need to push them back!"

Ken, needless to say, is in the middle of something very bad. The hum of the defense turrets, the random sparks of the crippled building, the enemy fire, combined with the screams of poisoned boys make the entire scene unreal. The girls charge forward with more zeal than any soldier holding the line could ever remember. In their eyes burn an obscene desire to eliminate any and all boys in the room.

[Mystic Mina]

"Christ, they've started up again!? Today just isn't my lucky day, is it?" He grumbles as he arms his rifle and follows the other boys towards where he assumes the girls are attacking from. "Ok.... Time to show those prissy little @#$&!%'s who's boss!"

Ashton's a relatively inexperienced soldier, having gone through only three real battles during his time in the army, but he's an excellent shot with the rifle, and he also manages to keep a clear head when the going gets tough. Hopefully, his skills would get him through this assault as well....

[Knight Errant]

Julian distances himself... his mind emptying as he just focuses.

His rifle cracks over and over, each spent round sliding out as he cocks the rifle with an almost continuous fluid motion. The girl in the lead... the one to the left... the one behind her... the one aiming a pink RPG. He pauses, reaches over, snaps in another six rounds, then the cycle repeats itself.

One of the girls he hits snaps her head backwards, falling back onto the ground roughly. He imagines her squeal of pain. Julian feels a tinge of regret... he always did. Before the war he had been shy and a little protective when it came to girls... he almost had a girlfriend once too...

Sarah... sometimes he wonders if she ended up fighting against the boys with the rest... Every shot he takes a part of him wonders... someone's sister, someone's friend... someone's cousin. But it didnt matter... He didnt want to be a girl. None of the boys here did. And if he was to protect himself and the others... he had to do this.

[Sailor Ganymede]

(Nope, you're fine to join right now)

Only Julian is able to witness the first act of what was to become the final wave. From the woodwork of the seemingly empty buildings sprout throngs of girls that charge the gates. The artillery and heavy guns of the hidden tanks, now aimed directly at the front gate burst into sound a split second before the rounds hit the fortified portal. The eight-inch solid steel door folds and buckles like aluminum foil and through the impossible tears of the ripping metal oozes the fearsome pink gas. In an instant, the last obstacle to the fort is torn down and a seemingly infinite amount of chemically charged bullets rip into the defensive line. Most bullets simply disintergrate on the defensive structures, but the screams of boys struck with the 'deadly' chemical can still be heard over the impossibly loud barrage.

As a medic began the procedure to healing Max's electrical burns, the complex shook with an impossible rumble as the front door was blown to bits. "Oooh...no..." The medic mumbled as he looked up from his work. "I'm afraid you'll have to deal with this. I'm needed on the front." with that, the medic injects a stimulant into Max, "This'll keep your hands moving and you won't feel the pain in them for a few minutes. Though...once it wears off you shouldn't use your hands too vigorously for an hour after. Let's hope we get through this..." and the medic runs through the halls to the frontlines.

Allen would find that the halls weren't terribly populated and any marines he could see would be charging toward the front gates, their assault rifles readied for combat.

With the massive rocking of the building, Ashton could easily find things to do as everyone scrambled for the defense of the boys' front.

((First of all, good description Haylie.)) While Shawn was scanning the complex, the building seemed to shake with an audible roar. A platoon leader, particularly high-ranking it seems, is ushering more soldiers to the front. "Go! Go! Go! We need to push them back!"

Ken, needless to say, is in the middle of something very bad. The hum of the defense turrets, the random sparks of the crippled building, the enemy fire, combined with the screams of poisoned boys make the entire scene unreal. The girls charge forward with more zeal than any soldier holding the line could ever remember. In their eyes burn an obscene desire to eliminate any and all boys in the room.

*Allen is finally ready and follows the rest of the Marines to the Front Defense of the complex with his two sword Sheathed and his Shotgun slung over his shoulder.*

"What is with Girls nowadays. We used to get along just fine. Oh well." Allen says as he follows the rest of the marines in the Defense of the Complex.