by Brnin8r » Tue Sep 16, 2008 1:41 pm
||ALMIGHTY TIME SKIP!!!||
The journey to the safe house was relatively unexciting the way back. The safehouse is hidden well enough, none of the boys saw it until the sand opened up to a ramp into an underground hole. The trucks and defense vehicle seem lonely in the massive vehicle bay since there's room enough for two more transports. Ken and Ashton as well as a few other boys are taken to the jury-rigged medical bay (A table and first aid basically), while the rest of the boys can situate themselves to sleep for the night. The time is about 8, so everyone's bunkering down and the platoon leader is talking with some of the higher officers about the numbers, "What are the reported stats?" "Well, from what the boys said, they counted each kill and among the thirty or so of us we took out ninety...which means we probably shocked up to 200-300 of the girls." The platoon leader groans in frustration as he hits the table, "But that just means we lost seventy boys! It doesn't matter if we knock out most of their force...if we lose or fall back, they have more troops the next day!"
Ken and Ashton regain conciousness.
Obviously as they pulled into the bay, Max's hands locked up something fierce as the adrenal injection wears off.
((All right, I'm sick and tired of calling it a defense vehicle, I'm giving Shawn creative priveleges to make up a name for it. So hammer down lol.))
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Anna ties Alana's hair in a ponytail when the almighty time skip occurs!!
The girl's transport rumbles into the base. A hard day's fight and their numbers have risen again. The hunter squadron set to take out the stragglers of the fort haven't returned to the base...but even if they lost those eight, they had seventy more ready for training. Anna helps Alana out of the truck, "All right, you don't have an official bunk yet, so you'll be sleeping in a temporary holding area for recent transforms. We have a room of clothes for you to change into down that hall and to the left for you to pick from. We don't have much more time tonight and you've had a rough day. Tomorrow we'll see what resources we have to replace that arm of yours.
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