FAN FICTION 1

"Drop the gun,now!" Commander Atlas yells at the escaped trainee"You're only gonna make this hard on yourself!"
The commander leveled his pistol at the trainee, it's setting on stun. That, in itself, didn't mean it wouldn't hurt like Hell if you got hit. His hand was steady, his gaze steely, like he could kill you with a glance. The trainee could almost believe he could do it. They'd been there only a week, and they'd already learned that this man was one of the most dangerous on 5 planets. This was gonna be difficult to get out of unscathed, but the trainee hefted the sub-machine gun in their hand and aimed anyway. They had to try. They had to get out of here. The trainee was only 13, and already they had been picked for this program straight from Hell that they had no choice in.Forced from their home and families and put through vigorous training. Resolute in that they had to do something, they fired. In a flash of muzzle and movement, the trainee was on the ground, shaking all over. the last thing they remember was Commander Atlas's boot, before their world went dark.

Ryder's eyes flashed open. Her strange,red and green eyes were painfully dilated. She closed her eyes tightly as the light shocked her. She let them adjust safely inside of their sockets. Her small figure gave the impression of a girl, but she was a full fledged woman. She stood at a mere 4’11 but was a tough cookie to fight. She couldn't hear anyone. She opened her eyes again. She was on the floor of a room. Her body ached. She sat up stiffly. She noticed they were wise to separate her from the group. She had an IQ of 187 and she has an Eidetic memory. She sat upright stretching her body. She looked at the door, couldn't be that simple could it. She stood up and poked the handle
“No electricity.” she mused, walking back to sit in the chair not even trying to unlock it. It’d be insanity. She sits calmly, patience being her virtue. Being the rebellious leader she was, it had to be.
" Commander Atlas, I'm awake.." she croons. Commander Atlas came in with Alan, the leader of the Black Ops pilot team WOLFPACK.

"Lieutenant Rylans, attend to your man.I don't want to report to the Rear Admiral about this."
"Yes sir, I'll handle her." Alan replies with a smart salute. The Commander returns the salute, gives Ryder a glance and walks off.
"So, we tried again did we?" Alan says with a look of mock sternness on his face.

Ryder purposefully closed her eyes and looked away as the Commander looked at her. She smiled and looked at the other man.

"Tried what now?"she asked innocently, blinking while she memorized everything in the room.

"To escape. Again." he says sighing.

"Ah, on the contrary, we weren't trying to escape, just demonstrating our unwillingness to be broken. When we actually try to escape we will." she assures him staring at him, noting everything quickly.

"Like always." Alan says with a small smile. Ryder was one of the best on his team. Stealth and small weapons specialist. And her machine, the Panther, was the fastest suit in the unit, outpacing his own ALX-Charger, by a few hundred miles.
"Anymore luck? How far'd you get this time?" he asks.

"We were about the climb over the fence. We actually got the electricity down." she replies nodding, standing up and walking toward him. She smirked, closing her eyes and then opening them, saving everything into her mind,"I hope they know how easy it will be to escape this room. I memorized the roofing." she says smiling,"How are you anyway?" she asks casually,"It's been a few days."

"Pretty well actually. And yeah this is not the best place to detain anyone from WOLFPACK. Atlas has been on my butt forever now about assigning the new trainees their suits. He's gone so far as to ask WOLFPACK to train 'em. We let them explore the launch bay a little. Hope you're glad I didn't let them touch the Panther." he replies with a look of exasperation. This would be their first time training recruits. It was not gonna be pretty. He checks his sidearm then looks at Ryder's.
"Where's your gun?"he says, pulling his extra Auto-Magnum and handing it to her" They finally get it into their heads to take it away? Wow, progress."he says with a grin.

Vypre says, "Thank God I was worried about the Panther." she says standing up. She dips her hand into her shirt, pulling out two daggers from each bra strap that she designed to be holsters.

"No gun but they always underestimate my ability to conceal weapons," She says returning them. She slinks over to him. "But yes, they've matured." she says taking his gun and balancing it, "You know I prefer lighter, but it'll do."

"You're welcome." he replies. Shifting into the whole commanding officer role, he says "Get your uniform on, pistol included. I want the Panther inspected and you on the launch bay floors in ten minutes. Understood?"

Ryder snaps into a salute , "Yes sir." she says slinking off waiting for him to leave. She quickly puts her uniform on. She looked at herself in the mirror. She strapped her gun into the holster on the inside of her uniform. She was known for stashing weapons. She had 6 knives and 1 gun on her. She put her hair up. She was looking rough, in that messy *CENSORED: Please avoid profanity* way. Her bi-colored eyes blinked twice before she slinked off. She whistles and her pet hawk flies onto her shoulder. He was useful because he could detect mines and C4.

"Hey bomber." she mutters heading to her prized weapon. She pulls the sheet off of it,

"Hello beautiful." she says running her hands down the sides of machine. She wiped it down quickly loading it and stalked to the Launch Bay floor lazily waiting for him to come with 3 minutes to spare.



sorry for the cursing Crow but that's the world they live in. I'll try to turn it down )

((wow good....Is the trainee a girl??? (that seems like the LEAST likely thing to happen, so i guessed it XD)

I like it, but my ADHD keeps making me focus most if my attention on the jumping emoticon (JUMP, LITTLE YELLOW GUY, JUMP! BOUNCY BOUNCY BOUNCY)

(Thanks I appreciate it. and I left the ender up in the air so whoever edits it next can either continue with that or give it a gender. And I Know what you mean Crow. I think I was off mesa when I created this and it probably shows.)

Ryder's eyes flashed open. Her strange red and green eyes were painfully dilated. She was the leader of the rebellion. She closed her eyes tightly as the light shocked her. She let her eyes adjust safe inside of their sockets. The small figure looked like a girl but she was a full fledged women. She stood at a mere 4’11 but still was a tough cookie to fight. She couldn’t hear anyone. She opened her eyes again. She was on the floor of a room. Her body ached. She sat up stiffly. She noticed they were wise to separate her from the group. She had anIQ of 187 and she has an Eidetic memory. She sat upright stretching her body. She looked at the door, couldn’t be that simple could it. She stood up and poked the handle, “No electricity.” Ryder went back to sit in the chair not even trying to unlock it, I’d be insanity. She sits calmy patience was her virtue. She said crooned," Commander Atlas, I'm awake.."

Commander Atlas came in with Alan, the leader of the Black Ops pilot team WOLFPACK.
"Corporal Rylans, attend to your man.I don't want to report to the Rear Admiral about this."
"Yes sir, I'll handle her." Alan replies with a smart salute. The Commander returns the salute, gives Ryder a glance and walks off.
"So, we tried again did we?" Alan says with a look of mock sterness on his face.

Ryder purposefully closed her eyes and looked away at the Commander looked at her. She smiled and looked at the other man,"Tried what now?"she asked innocently blinking while she memorized everything in the room. 

((wait...i thought you said she couldn't hear... (Just confused >.<)))

"To escape. Again." he says sighing.

"Ah, on the contrary, we werent trying to escape, just demonstrating our unwillingness to be broken. When we actually try to escape we will.@ she assures him staring at him noting everything quickly.

"Like always." Alan says with a small smile. Ryder was one of the best on his team. Stealth and small weapons specialist. And her machine, the Panther, was the fastest suit in the unit, outpacing his own ALX-Charger, by a few hundred miles.
"Anymore luck? How far'd you get this time?

"We were about the climb over the fence, we actually got the electricity down." she nods standing up and walking toward him. She Smirked closing her eyes and then opening them saving everything into her mind,"I hope they know how easy it will be to escape this room. I memorized the roofing." she says smiling,"How are you anyway, it's been a few days."

"Pretty well actually. And yeah this is not the best place to detain anyone from WOLFPACK.Atlas has been on my butt forever now about assigning the new trainees their suits. He's gone so far as to ask WOLFPACK to train 'em. We let them explore the launch bay alittle. Hope you're glad I didn't let them touch the Panther." he replies with a look of exasperation. This would be their first time training recruits. It was not gonna be pretty. He checks his sidearm then looks at Ryders.
"Where's your gun?"he says, pulling his extra Auto-Magnum and handing it to her" They finally get it into their heads to take it away? Wow, progress."he says with a grin.

Vypre says, "Thank God I was woried about the Panther." she says standing up. She dips her hand into her shirtpulling out two daggers from each bra strap that she designed to be holder, "No gun but they always underestimate my ability to conceal weapons," She says returning them. She slinks over to "But yes, they've matures." he says taking his gun and balencing it, "You know I perfer lighter, but it'll do."

"You're welcome." shifting into the whole commading officer role he says"Uniform on and gun strapped to your side. I want the Panther inspected and you on the launch bay floors in ten minutes. Understood?"

(Alright I'm turning this into a roleplay. I'll just edit the story on my own time.)

[Vypre] Ryde snaps into a salute , "Yes sir." she says slinking off waiting for him to leave. She quickly puts her uniform on. She looked at herself in the mirror. She strapped her gun into the hoister on the inside of her uniform. She was known for stashing weapons. She had 6 knives and 1 gun on her. She put her hair up. She was looking rough, in that messy *CENSORED: Please avoid profanity* way. Her bicolored eyes blinked twice before she slinked off. She whistles and her pet hawlk flies onto her shoulder. He was usefull because he could detect mines and C4. "Hey bomber." she mutters heading to her prized weapon. She pulls the sheet off of it, "Hello beautiful." she says running her hands down the sides of machine. She wiped it down quickly loading it and stalked to the Launch Bay floor lazily waiting for him to come with 3 minutes to spare.

ooc:// oops did I do something wrong?
CROW really Se.xy is not a bad word!

(No its just that its turning out to be more of a roleplay.)