Low and Lazy, just the way I like it. After SC, anyway.
Expect some sort of Graphics comp to come....something along the lines of 'design a new logo for the Grey Wolf Merchandise'.
The idea, of course, is that 'SC:VI Champions' or 'TCCOM's Own' or 'ASF Flagship' is displayed prominently. Gotta love being on top :D
I'm looking at some sort of competition between the squadrons. Details to follow shortly. |
Apologies, I have had no time to work on Call to Chaos - The Book.
The first chapter rocks, so its still down below :P
Hopefully a regular feature,
this is first installment of 'Call to Chaos
- The Book'. The characters were last seen at the beginning
of the world. We are approximately up to mission
1- officer briefing.
I will continue to emphasize important things
in bold. Hah. |
It's a period of relative peace
in the Emperor's Hammer. Except, that is, for two groups of
individuals who seem hell-bent on wreaking havoc on those around
them.
The first group calls itself the Grey Wolf Secret Order of Monks,
or GWSOoM. They are a collection of ASF reprobates who take
pleasure in making their superiors bang their heads into walls
to escape their antics. In particular are their leaders, the
so called 'High Monks'. They are as follows (extract taken from
their Security Office files)
High Monk Joey "Ace Ventura" C, HCI file #192883
High Monk Pickled "Gangrene" Yoda, HCI file #183827
High Monk Vladet "Dark Knight" Xavier, HCI file #127368
High Monk Choosh "Scriptm3ister" HCI file #192780
High Monk Tk-6686 “Trent” HCI files #196686
The second group is a 'One-man-army'. This is, of course, General
Drake. (HCI file #1) These two groups have single-handedly caused
more chaos inside the Emperor's Hammer than the fabled 'Snij
Clones' or 'Wil Striker Thesis/Reports'. This was the reason
that prompted a Combined Arms raid by Intel and Hammers Fist….
, which led to the capture of the two parties and their vessels.
But instead of being booted out of an airlock, GA Ronin took
pity and found something for these two groups to do that would
benefit both parties...
1
“Sir?”
Grand Admiral Ronin looked up at his communications officer,
who had evidently just got some news. “Yes, Lieutenant?”
“Sir, Agent Harlequin has reported that everything is
in place and that the broadcasting stations is surrounded.”
“And what of our little operation on the Grey Wolf?”
“Agent Winters awaits your command, Admiral.”
“Excellent. They may commence.”
The last Chiss Grand Admiral sat back in his chair, deep in
thought. Another successful operation would soon make the
Emperor's Hammer a safer place. And yet, what should happen
to those rebellious individuals. Surely they were just releasing
their pent up energy, with no one to fight.
Ronin smiled. He had just the thing for them.
* * *
Five figures huddled around a sabacc table, playing cards
and handing over their money. Suddenly, the door burst open
and a squad of elite Hammer’s Fist soldiers rushed into
the room, Blastech E-11 rifles at the ready. The leader, Sergeant
Davik, addressed the card players.
“Get up slowly. You are under arrest and will be taken
to the Victory Star Destroyer Stalwart until your trial.”
Suddenly, Davik realized that no-one had so much as acknowledged
their presence. He tapped one of the gamblers….and his
hand passed straight through. It was a hologram!
“Damn it! They aren’t here. Call Winters and request
backup for a search!”
* * *
Not far away, five real people, all robed in Monk fashion,
were watching a live feed from a security camera. They were
laughing and grinning inanely.
One of them, Captain JoeyC, was feeling particularly pleased.
“I TOLD you that Khadgar was looking far too happy this
morning. He kept looking at us and smiling. He hasn’t
even talked to us since the Motti incident.”
Seated next to him, Major Pickled Yoda had to acknowledge
that Joey had actually done something right for once. “Nice
work, reprobate. Those are nice holograms. Your work, Choosh?”
The second smallest Monk after Yoda, Choosh was an Ewok. His
past was shrouded in some mystery, as no one really understood
how an Ewok could speak Basic, much less fly or code like
Choosh could. “Of course it is. That particular system
has been in for a while, actually.”
“Hey look, they’re moving out.” Vladet was
looking at the monitor. “Have they given up already?”
“Hardly. They must be searching for us. We better find
a place to hide.” Captain Trent, the Monk’s most
proficient in small arms, was facing away from the door. He
frowned. “What’s the matter guys?”
The other monks looked grim and Yoda pointed behind Trent.
A squad of stormtroopers had their guns pointed directly at
the five High Monks. Sergeant Davik poked Trent to make sure
that he was real, and then grinned. “It is too late
to hide now, Trent.”
The muzzle of a storm trooper’s rifle was the last thing
that Joey saw before everything went black.
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