by Brnin8r » Sun Feb 28, 2010 10:58 pm
((I CAN'T TELL YOU GUYS HOW MUCH MOVING SUCKS!!!!)
It wasn't long before the humming of rotor blades echoed across the flat plains the boys now drove down. "Here they are..." Greg sighed, "Let's hope this works."
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The radio voice now sounded a little annoyed, "You've accomplished your objective soldier. You're not planning on deviating from the plan, are you?"
***
The Hierarch looked to Mary Anne, a silent approval to allow the maid to explain the mysterious machine to the girl rather than her. Mary Anne sighed again, "The Mark IV is the latest in a line of projects that have proved more detrimental than efficient...though their effect until such time is incredible. The Mark I was a metallic suit powered by hydraulics and pneumatics and was equipped with the original Femme X. Safeguarded by a rubber suit, the pilot was impervious to the electro-neural bullets of the boys and a single Mark I could devastate an entire platoon of boys before its power supply wore low." she paused, looking to the Hierarch just in case she had said something wrong before continuing, "We...intercepted the schematics for a new weapon the boys had developed: a sonic ray. With it, the boys could turn the tide of the war in the most brutal way. It's capable of firing concentrated sound at high speeds, easily penetrating our armor...and instead of knocking our girls unconcious like their weapons have done for these two years, these would scramble the victim's organs, effectively bleeding them dead from the inside. No mess." her tone became somber at the thought, "So the Mark IV is our response to the violence. The Mark IV is equipped not with Femme X or the Zeta particle, but with raw nuclear waste. We'll fire what remains from our reactors at the boys. The gamma radiation alone is enough to fry them instantly...let alone everything else that's produced after the plutonium cores are depleted. We've gone from fair war to a game of chicken...whoever flinches first loses."
The Hierarch interrupted, "And we won't be the loser. Which is what I'm afraid of. I won't allow our cause to be defeated through intimidation, but this means the war will get ugly...moreso than its been."
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