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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1097815" data-attributes="member: 9255">STRIKEFORCE: MORITURISEGMENT 002“The Captain”The man let out a long sigh and rubbed his neck and then his temples.  He took another sip of the green tea before returning to his reading by the fireplace.  His blonde hair was perfect with a slight wave to it.  His blue eyes sparkled of brilliance and energy.  Before him were several files.  On the top of each were names.  The top folder was labeled Vander.  Inside was a serious of photos, drawings and pages of descriptions.  He closed the file and neatly shuffled the five files into a perfect stack and pushed them away.  He picked up a sugar wafer cookie and only tapped it to his mouth.  And he thought dying was the hardest thing he was to do.He got and stretched.  Under his robe were many strong athletic muscles and yet he showed great grace.  He was once his country’s greatest warrior.  Some felt he was their greatest hope to end the war of wars.  If so, he had failed and this weighed heavily on him.  He walked to the mantle and looked at a small glass orb.  It was told to him to be magical.  Magical.He once considered the word to mean special or extra special.  He has since learned it meant other things.  He saw what magic could do for the first time very recently.  At least to him it was very recently.  What he saw has terrorized him to his core and it also cost him his best friend’s life.  It cost him HIS life.He picked up his tea and stared into the crystal ball.  He saw the air battle again.  He saw his friend die in a fiery blast caused by…magic.  He downed the tea and poured another.  He had to be ready.  He was to be their leader.  He had to learn.  He had to learn about Magic.He looked at the files once more and spread them out neatly.  He was to lead a team of Special Forces unlike any he knew or could even dream of.  These were no trained soldiers in his mind.  One was a damned brute.  Another a psychotic woman proclaiming she could heal any wound.  Another woman who said she used magic to master the weather.  The fourth was possibly the worst.  He was a mere thief that was dishonorably discharged from his country for acts of terrorism and aggression.  The tall man sat back down and looked over the files once more.  His heart was not in it.  He belonged to another time…another reality it seemed.  He closed his eyes and fell fast asleep.  A troubled sleep it was however.The soldier went down in a hurry.  Private Buckley had struck him perfectly with the canister of gas.  Together Buckley and his Captain dragged the body out of sight.  They moved slowly and silently through the warehouse trying to get closer.  Something was happening here.  Something that was so important and unexpected that the Captain and his small force of trained soldiers was called away from entering the secret base of the leader of the aggressive country.  They were now within the Arctic Circle near the home of the large and powerful country of the Red Bear.  It did not take long to find the warehouse.  Bribes and threats of violence not coming were all that was needed for men of weak minds and weaker wills.  The warehouse was built oddly enough away from the waters and onto a small mountainside.  Large caverns were linked to it and well guarded.  But well enough for Buckley and his Captain.Inside they found air ships unlike any other ever seen.  They were larger and could carry weapons of mass destruction.  Due to their location, these ships could fly over the Arctic and attack his country.  This offence was not to happen.  The Captain decided this long ago.  Even before he became The Captain.A battle broke out.  Several of the ships began to leave.  One was being operated by non-other than the Crimson Man.  He was rumored to be a secret top level agent for the Country of the Boar.  A rogue agent however.  A mad man with an intelligence that went beyond any known man on the world.Buckley was a gifted boy himself.  After they defeated the ground troops, he figured out how to fly the ship.  Together, he and The Captain went after the Crimson Man.  They caught up with him over the ice.  An air battle broke out.  The Crimson Man’s wingmen were shot down but Buckley had taken several hits.  The Captain’s round throwing shield had saved him from most of it.Desperate and without any means of stopping him, Buckley and the Captain tried to ram the craft together.  Instead, bolts of energy, possibly lightning shot out and damaged the ship further.  The Captain tried one desperate measure.  Despite the fierce and frigid cold winds he opened his overhead window and had Buckley fly close.  Instead of ramming the craft, the Captain leapt from one to another.  Even as he did this, a blast of hellish fire burst from one plane to another.  The image of Buckley the Captain has is of his open-mouthed scream of pain and anger.  Then the ball of fire with his craft fell to the ice below.The Captain attacked the craft’s engines using his hardened round throwing shield.  He felt a crushing blow from behind and fell.  To this day he swears he saw a large glowing hand there.  He fell and fell and fell.  He passed out before hitting the water.  He awoke as he hit the frigid liquid.  Bones burst and his shield broke.  His armored jacket dragged him under the surface.  Under the surface into oblivion. He then awoke speaking to a light.  The light said it had work for him.  If he agreed, he could live and ask for any ONE wish when it was over.  Otherwise, he could die in the cold icy water.  Angered by the Injustice, The Captain readily agreed without thinking about the situation.  He never thought about the light.  He only thought about….Truth, Justice and his country’s way.  And the villain whom looked to blow it all up.The Crimson Man’s laughter erupts and awakens the Captain.  Pale and obviously unnerved, he clears his throat and returns to his work.</blockquote>

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