You'll be Pleadin'...

"Doesn't seem like anything going, strangely clear. Bad sign?" Jen reported through her comlink.
"Shouldn't be, Red, move up and cover Ram. Rotrian, cover the back and plant a bomb on this vent to my right."
"Why?"
"Don't question me, just do it. Mase, contact Feron and tell him to start rounding up troops."
"Copy, sir."
"Rotrian, finished with the bomb?"
"Yessir."
"Good, let's move."
"Copy."
The four of them crept out of the vent, "Scout ahead, Jen."
"Roger, sir."
"Ram, your with Jen, on guard duty, tell us if anyone's coming, got it?"
"Got it, sir."
The trio stepped around the corner, and saw before them a gigantic artillery cannon, firing every five seconds, shells pumping out. "First one."
But it was guarded by three Thwackers, with a Mender supporting, and a heavy-duty Demo, armd with a plate shield and missle launcher.
"Okay, Rotrian, Ineed you to just run right next to the cannon, and plant your bombs there, Red and I'll cover your flanks, copy?"
"Coyp, sir."
"Okay, go!"
Rotrian rushed out of the corner and made a bee-line for the cannon, while Frost was batting Grems away with his Leviathan. Red dashed up to the heavy and sank his sword into the unfortnate Demo with his Spur, then leaping off with a fantastic flip as the foe died before hitting the ground. His Dusker coat whipped around. Meanwhile, the Thwacker Frost was fighting was never going to give up. He kept at throwing strikes with his Thwack hammer, the Vanguard deflecting them easily with his large sword. The Gremlin would not lose heart. "What's so important about this gun that you want to protaect it so much?"
Frost asked as he swung the sword down. Hard. It hit the Thwacker, but he would still not give up. "Leave! Leave now!," it hissed. "What the hell?"
"Bombs planted, sir."
"Copy that," he saud as he slashed, and as the Thwacker countered, he quickly shot the blade upwards, impaling the Gremlin's brain. It slid off his sword. "Why were you so defiant?
'Sir, we should get out of the blast rdaius," Rotrian said, shooting a Thwacker in the back with her Blaster.
"Good idea," Red commented.
"Let's go, then!"
As they cleared the area, a gigantic explosion of blue, red and white lit up the entire section. The cannon was offline. More or less destroyed.

Ram and Jen rounded a corner... And were met with a launcher to the face, "What do you suggest?"
"What? Figure it out yourself, I'm going dark." Jen disappeared.
"Thanks," Ram ran right into the crowd, sidestepping the launcher Grem and making a quick sideslash at a mender beside him, it's guts pouring out as he made a forward thrust at the Darkfang* Thwacker in front of him, driving his Ascended Calibur's blade into its chest. It didn't have time to block the sword with its shield. While Ram was fighting, Jen was clambering up a wall to get a good vantage point. 'It looks like the whole force here is trying to kill you..."
"Tell me something I don't know!", he replied into his comlink, as he was bringing his sword in a forward arc, the tip plunging into a launcher's head.
"That there are four cannons here,"
"Explains the resistance."
Jen fired off a full clip and proceeded to the cannons. She had a small arsenal of bombs if the need arose, so she knew that if Ram held off the attackers, she could take these out herself. Prove herself to Zire. Ram would be able to hold them off though. He was given the name because he'd customized his Cobalt helm with a ram's horns, even going as far to use them as weapons.
"Will you wake up and plant the damn bombs?"
"Yessir!" Jeez.

Ram was having a difficult time enough without Jensen going into reverie. "Hurry up!"
"I can't go any faster!"
"Yes you can!"
Ram had just finished pulling his sword from the skull of a Gremlin Lighter, as a goddman Mender whack him in the back of the knee in a last ditch attempt to protect the cannons. He responded with a swift arcing motion that tore through the furry neck and ended up caught in the bone. He tugged the sword out and hit again , this time severing the link between the body and the brain. "Little friggin' dog!"

"Ram, we have to go now!", Jen said, running up to him. "Five seconds!"
"Copy that..." Ram limped out, leaning on Jen for support. "Thanks."
White light. And a big boom.

"The hell was that?", Rotrian looked toward the explosion.
"Sorry."
"Jen, dammit, stole my kill!" She looked angry but then smiled. She'd always been like a big, loving sister to Jen.
"Still in training, give me a break!" Jen laughed.
"Guys, mission?" Red reminded them.
"Yes, Reddich, we know!" They said in unison and then burst into laughter.
Frostrex looked on, and saw him and Vot in the old days. Shake it off, shake it off..., he thought.
"C'mon guys, let's go," he told them. "Let's go."
"Jeez, calm down," Red told him. "They're just having fun."
"Yeah," Frostrex said. "Fun."

Mase and Zire we're playing poker, and Zire was winning. Another win. "Gimme all your Crowns!"
"I got nothin', you took it all!"
"Oh, yeah, that's right."
They'd found the cards in the bunker they'd blown up, somehow still in shape.
"Well, since you have nothing, then I get to keep the cards."
"Oh, come on! I found 'em!"
"I won them."
"I didn't agree to it!"
Zire's comlink beeped. "Zire, watch out. You may be attacked by some Grems. They've spotted you."
"But we're sitting in the bunker. How could they see us, sir?"
"While you were setting it up?"
"Damn."
"Just hold out if any come through. We just gotta finish up here. One cannon to go."
"Copy."
"Frostrex, out." The comlink crackled.
"Oh, damn."

SKEZALLL!!

"What the 'ell?"
Mase fell out of his chair.
"Mase, get up. Here's your sword." He handed Mase his Brandish. "Thanks."
Zire hauled his Troika over his should and it clattered against his Boosted Plate Mail. He flipped down the visor to his Boosted Plate Helm.
"Oh, dear god."
A mass of Darkfang Thwackers charged at them, a cloud of dust kicked up behind them.
"This. Is. Bad."
"Why couldn't it be Tenderfoots..."
Zire brought up his Troika and slammed it into the Darkfang as it lifted up it's shield.
The sword jammed into the shield and prevented Zire from killing. He lifted his Troika and slammed the Darkfang into a wall, killing it and dislodging the shield from the end of the stone sword. Mase was almost overrun by the sheer numbers. He hacked at the Gremlins with his Brandish. The thick sword let out a line of white explosions, blasting the mix of Thwackers* back. The explosions weren't lethal, but they were enough to stun them. Mase looked over behind Zire, and could feel the sweat running down the back of his neck. More Thwackers, joined by a launcher and a couple of Menders. How were they going to hold out. The Thwackers Mase had taken down were now gaining their bearings. Surrounded. Thwackers on either side. "Oh, no..."
"Mase, let's move up!"
"Uuh, the bunker?!"
"I think our lives are alot more important than a goddamn bunker!"
They began to move up, the Thwackers closing in on them. "Hurry..."
And the two of them would've got away if it wasn't for the wall of fire.
"Oh, brilliant..."

"You're kidding, w-we have to destroy that?" Reddich turned to his team.
"Yep, look's like it."
In front of them, a few feet away, was a Battlepod. It seemed to be connected to the gigantic cannon behind it.
"Couldn't we just open it up and kill the Grems inside*?"
"You gotta learn to look at your surroundings... You see what's over there?"
Several Gun Puppies were guarding it, accompanied by several Knockers and Lighters.
"Oh, well I can," Jen told Frost. "Easy."
"It's not the safest..."
"But it's the easiest." She was not going to budge.
"Jen, sometimes the hardest way is better."
"Whatevs. I'm going."
He'd lost it. All his anger. Kiri had left the Band, Vot was dead, he'd been titled Traitor of the Order, he was constantly being ignored by his new squad because they thought they knew everything just because they'd finished training. Training is not what prepares you. What prepares you is the battlefield. It never does anything nice for you. It takes your friends, your family. It takes away oppurtunies, what could have been. It takes and takes and never gives. The only thing it would ever give you would be pain and hatred, make you independent and dangerous. Make you a warrior.
"Jen, I'm going to tell you again, and it will be the IlastI time. You are InotI going out there alone. Understand me?" Frost said in a low, threatening tone.
"Yes, sir..."
"Good, now here's what we do..."

They were just setting out when Zire called through, "Sir, we've been cornered into a wall of fire."
"Wut? A wall of fire?"
"Yessir..."
"I'm sending Red now."
"Red? You sure?"
"He's the fastest. Why?"
"I don't think his Swiftstrike is gonna be enough to hold off the hammers..."
"Don't worry, he knows how to handle it."
"Yessir."
He signed off and turned to Red, "I need you to head back to Zire and Mase, they're having..." Best way to put it, "... difficulties."
"Yes, sir, but..."
"It's fine, Red. We'll cope."
He dashed off. "I hope...", Frost said under his breath.

"Okay, the plan has some minor, okay, major changes. Since we don't have Red, we'll need a different strategy. Rotrian, set your bombs to sticky and throw them at the Pups. Jen, I need you to cloak and take out the Lighters and the Knockers. I'll head for the Battlepod, and try to destroy it. After you two are done, I might need help. You got me?"
"Yessir," they said in unison.
"Good, now, let's go!"
The trio jumped over the low wall they'd planned behind. Rotrian charged her first bomb, a Nironome and chucked it at a Gun Puppy, the closest one. It blew up in a shower of sparks and flames. Nuts and bolts flew. She turned and launched another Nitronome. Boom. A Knocker turned to her and charged his wands. She quickly whipped up her blaster and fired off a round, smashing the charged wands. The wands were so full of energy, they were unstable, they exploded. The Knocker's face was almost burnt off. It fell back and began to cry out. "Oh, I can't not feel bad!"
"Rotrian, focus!"
Jen had already taken out many Knockers. Knocked them out, anyway. They hard to kill and, like Rotrian had said, you just had to feel bad. Frostrex seemed to have no remorse. He was just fine with butchering them. Jen looked over at a dead one, and realized it was severed in half. She almost vomited. "Uh... Sir? Really necessary?"
"Sorry, Jen. They walked into my sword..."
Frost laughed. He was nearing the Pod. Maybe Jen was right. Maybe he could go inside and kill the Grems. But he couldn't decide. The shield went down and he quickly flipped up a piece of metal, jamming it in the gap to stop it from closing. "Guys, when you're finished, I could use some help."
"Yeah..."
Frost leapt into the machine and spun as he did so. But it opened up it's guns and fired at him, point blank. Luckily, his shield was in front at the time. It blocked the shot, but blasted him to the ground. He saw stars. A figure shot past and smashed a Thwacker in the face. Another was standing in front of a Knight who was firing off rounds from a Super Blaster. He had a large object attached to his back. "Sir, gettup."
"Wah?"
"Get up?"
Frostrex shakily stood and saw Zire's face. "Not happening again!"
"Whatever. Who'd you find us?" Frostrex's ears felt like the had bell towers in them. Millions of bell towers.
"At that wall of fire, we found this elevator that went straight here."
Rotrian cut in. "Sir, the Pod's been ravaged, it's gonna go up."
Frost looked to his left, and saw a path that seemed to be an assembly line for missiles. It seemed to be halted right now because of the circumstances. "Through there."
"Um, sir the-" Jen was cut off.
"Ahh, crap..."
The lights blew, and Seerus' faces appeared in the darkness.

---Next Chapter---

... While your bleedin'

"You are brilliant foot soldiers, I can see, so I'm going to ask you once," explosion in the distance made what he said menacing, even if he didn't mean so, "politely. Will you join the Great Colony in our fight against your puny Order?"
"You know, insulting us is not going to do you any favours," Reddich remarked cockily.
"Well, since your only other option is death, I thought it might be easier to convince you, but you don't seem to be budging, so..."
"You can forget about it Seerus, we won't turn our backs on the Order."
"Welcome, to your 'Knightmare', I suppose."
The screen, well, screens, blinked and they couldn't see anything but eachother's luminescent eyes.
"What do you suppose that means?"
"I don't know, but we need to get out."
"In pitch blackness?"
A shower of sparks erupted behind them, lighting up the whole room. Then the Battlepod went up in a giant explosion of smoke, fire and flying shrapnel that nearly lodged itself in Mase's eye. "Let's move?"
"Lights on."
"Check." Jen.
"On." Zire.
"Mine's broke." Ram.
"Ow, my eyes." Mase
"Ready." Reddich.
"Yep." Rotrian.
"Let's go, then."

Trying to navigate a dead facility containing active missles and random explosions popping up in the dark wasn't the best fun. Especially when they came across the dead Knights, sawblades in their necks, backs, faces. Mase doubled over, vomited. A Knight leaning against a wall looked up and weakly said, "... they came..." he coughed violently, "the dark."
He coughed up blood and then calmed down. "Watch your backs."
"We'll bring you back with us."
"No need, I'm already dead, good luck."
"Very well, you've done the Order good. Requiescat in pace."
"And sir, kill that bastard Seerus. Semper Fi."
Frostrex nodded and saw the light drain from the fallen soldier's eyes.
The blade nearly fell Rotrian. The lights on Iota Nines helms flicked over a grey-furred figure, whose face was hidden behind a hood. It dissapeared as quick as it had appeared. "The hell is that damn thing?"
"Rotrian, we need to get out of here. If you have the chance, kill one, but you don't need to."
"Fine."
Another blade zoomed past Zire's ear, just clipping his helmet. "Jeez."
"Trust me, I know how it is, Zire," Rotrian remarked, just dodging another that came at her legs.

Finally! Another SMALL Spoiler: Chopper is an upcoming character, Frost's older brother. It is a tribute to my dog, Chopper, the Epic. Enjoy!(I didn't expect him to be looking directly at the camera, he's usually a bit shy!)

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Chapter 2(The rest of it) and Chapter 3 are coming along nicely. Expect them posted by the end of next week.

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