Day 158: 06 Jan 2011:
The submarine surfaced just off the coast of Iceland today as military cleanup teams landed at the airport. I don't know who this Jason Black guy really is, but he has way too much pull to be just a Captain in the Air Force. Seriously.
Travis and Black are heading out on the submarine, while the God of the Skies is back up in the air somewhere, resting and healing. Me? No one's bothered to tell old Cassie what to do yet, so I think I'll just sleep for a couple of days. Been awake too long.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Day One Hundred and Fifty-Seven
Day 157: 05 Jan 2011
Well, that worked like a charm. We managed to take out most of Jared's forces, I think. Plenty of corpses. We'll have to tally them up, but I just know Jared escaped. It's what he does.
But there isn't time. I have to keep fighting. I managed to imitate the God of the Seas to get Jared and his people to come running, but now I need to take him out for good. And I have just the weapon to do it.
Well, that worked like a charm. We managed to take out most of Jared's forces, I think. Plenty of corpses. We'll have to tally them up, but I just know Jared escaped. It's what he does.
But there isn't time. I have to keep fighting. I managed to imitate the God of the Seas to get Jared and his people to come running, but now I need to take him out for good. And I have just the weapon to do it.
A short break. . .
Because this makes me giggle like a giddy little child.
That's some august company, that is.
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Back to your regularly-scheduled 200 Days action tonight.
--S
That's some august company, that is.
Hey! If you haven't yet, come over and check out http://www.47echo.com, and the blog at http://47echo.wordpress.com -- the official site and blog, respectively, of my book that's releasing from Carina Press in less than two weeks.
Back to your regularly-scheduled 200 Days action tonight.
--S
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Day One Hundred and Fifty-Six
Day 156: 04 Jan 2011
My men swam ahead of me -- they would assist our father, and I would hang back and deal with Travis myself. Part of me -- Jared -- screamed and railed against killing him, but that part is so easy to sublimate. Travis was a dead man.
But something was wrong. Far ahead of me, I could see several of my men stop moving. They hung in the water, inactive, stationary. In my mind, I heard their lives slowly ebbing. In the dark water, some of my men collided with the dying ones, and more after that.
Poison, I realized. Get out. . . get out NOW! I screamed into my people's minds. I turned around and sped back to the shore. As I pulled myself onto the land, I began to vomit.
A few hundred of my men staggered out after me, all hitting the ground, too. I could tell many of them were near death, and the rest were quite sick, like me. More than two hundred others were dead, sinking slowly to the sea floor.
And suddenly, Travis was there, a machine gun in one hand, one of the God of the Skies' obsidian swords in the other. He smiled. Then he started shooting.
My men swam ahead of me -- they would assist our father, and I would hang back and deal with Travis myself. Part of me -- Jared -- screamed and railed against killing him, but that part is so easy to sublimate. Travis was a dead man.
But something was wrong. Far ahead of me, I could see several of my men stop moving. They hung in the water, inactive, stationary. In my mind, I heard their lives slowly ebbing. In the dark water, some of my men collided with the dying ones, and more after that.
Poison, I realized. Get out. . . get out NOW! I screamed into my people's minds. I turned around and sped back to the shore. As I pulled myself onto the land, I began to vomit.
A few hundred of my men staggered out after me, all hitting the ground, too. I could tell many of them were near death, and the rest were quite sick, like me. More than two hundred others were dead, sinking slowly to the sea floor.
And suddenly, Travis was there, a machine gun in one hand, one of the God of the Skies' obsidian swords in the other. He smiled. Then he started shooting.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Day One Hundred and Fifty-Five
Day 155: 03 Jan 2010
The attack finally came today, and it was brutal.
First, there were the helicopters, MH-60 Black Hawks. They were fast and agile, and throwing the obsidian-tipped rounds that had already killed scores of my men. We lost hundreds.
But then the helicopters moved off, and I thought we were in the clear. Our troop strength was still at more than a thousand then. But as night fell, the second wave came.
We didn't hear them coming. It was the God of the Skies, with Cassie riding upon him. He swept low through the city, his obsidian wings slicing through a hundred soldiers at a pass. My men cut and slashed at him. I'm sure he was wounded, but not enough to stop him from cleaning out at least half of my remaining men.
But that wasn't all. In fact, it wasn't even the main attack. As my men were dying by the hundreds, I heard a call from our father. A call of distress. Travis was underwater now, off the coast, attacking him.
I took the rest of my men and went in after him as midnight dawned.
The attack finally came today, and it was brutal.
First, there were the helicopters, MH-60 Black Hawks. They were fast and agile, and throwing the obsidian-tipped rounds that had already killed scores of my men. We lost hundreds.
But then the helicopters moved off, and I thought we were in the clear. Our troop strength was still at more than a thousand then. But as night fell, the second wave came.
We didn't hear them coming. It was the God of the Skies, with Cassie riding upon him. He swept low through the city, his obsidian wings slicing through a hundred soldiers at a pass. My men cut and slashed at him. I'm sure he was wounded, but not enough to stop him from cleaning out at least half of my remaining men.
But that wasn't all. In fact, it wasn't even the main attack. As my men were dying by the hundreds, I heard a call from our father. A call of distress. Travis was underwater now, off the coast, attacking him.
I took the rest of my men and went in after him as midnight dawned.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Day One Hundred and Fifty-Four
Day 154: 02 Jan 2011
I'm starting to worry now. My men didn't find anything at the CIA airstrip. Where the fuck are they?
I'm starting to worry now. My men didn't find anything at the CIA airstrip. Where the fuck are they?
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Day One Hundred and Fifty-Three
Day 153: 01 Jan 2011
Just heard back from my men. No sign of Travis and his people. I want to move on, but our father says no. He says we are to stop them here, kill them and their god before travelling onward and fulfilling our mission of conquest.
So I'll speed up the timetable. I've sent two of the men from the advance recon team under order of stealth to the airport to make sure the plane landed there. They should report back within hours.
Just heard back from my men. No sign of Travis and his people. I want to move on, but our father says no. He says we are to stop them here, kill them and their god before travelling onward and fulfilling our mission of conquest.
So I'll speed up the timetable. I've sent two of the men from the advance recon team under order of stealth to the airport to make sure the plane landed there. They should report back within hours.
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