Post by Carillus on Oct 10, 2009 1:20:23 GMT 8
[Hawkeye, in position.]
[Gotcha. Cover us while we push forward.]
Kamin lowered her head. The scope of the NT-04 APAR glimmered slightly in the bright sun.
[Hey, you sure about this? I mean, attacking the enemy's alright and all, but...]
[Don't worry. We're not going to die on you. Watch out for the planes.]
Heh. Kamin closed her eyes, relaxing in the cool rays of the sun. From her vantage position, she could see for almost ten miles around.
The Propella tree glowed brightly even in the day, Propella pouring from its branches and flowing from the giant former oak in small rivers. It was a sight to behold, and the pride of Orlania.
It was also what they were fighting to protect.
--
The small army progressed slowly, crossing the large field that separated them and the next clump of forest. They had never been used to fighting across forested terrain; wide open spaces where their bullets could travel were more their sort of thing.
Liutenant Kirk Ambrose signalled his men to stay close. The enemy was nearby - he could practically smell it in the air.
A Dragonfly flew overhead, the whine of its engines easily noticeable in the silence, disturbed by none save the soft rustling of his men moving through soft grass and the thrashing of the 1200-horsepower jet engine of the Staghorn main battle tank.
"Guns up, people. We're nearing forest."
Slowly, the squad raised their rifles, the safety release of the standard-issue NTSL-02 clicking in the air.
--
Vedeloitte smirked slightly. They were advancing right toward them. She raised a finger, and remotely pulled a single book from the thousands of tomes that hung behind her.
Mystique Biblica - the Grand Mystical Library. A legendary artifact entrusted to her by her father. The ability to carry an essentially unlimited number of books on oneself, with the actual Mystique Biblica grimoire serving as a spatial dimension within which the tomes are stored.
It was the perfect companion for a Replicator. Since the strength of Replicators is restricted by the number of books they have on them, her own power was essentially unlimited.
In her hand now was Applied Chemistry by JGR Briggs. Manipulating it with her magic, she started flipping through the pages at speed.
"Composition of TNT."
With another hand, she pulled down Advanced Metalworking, the sole produce of William Smith, a master metalworker who had previously worked on weapons-grade steel. Once again, she flipped through, stopping at a small page.
"Blast cap amplification. Curving metal sheets. Riveting."
Modern Aircraft, Peter G. Lacey. US Army Tactics, Warren P. Gertrude. Applied Physics, J G R Briggs again.
"B-2 Spirit. Daylight bombing raids. Lift force, drag force, forward thrust."
The jewel in her right glove was glowing. Very soon, it would reach critical information mass.
[Critical information mass achieved. B-2 bombardment in 54 seconds.]
Vedeloitte raised her hand. The sheet of virtual paper that had been floating in front of her, recording information from the various books she had perused, glowed where it stood.
"Replicate!"
The sheet glowed, and dissipated into thin air. Overhead, a sudden white streak started to form in the sky.
The B-2 Spirit had been successfully replicated, and in its bay was a bomb the equivalent of five thousand pounds of TNT. All targeted at the small group crossing the middle of the field.
"And that's a wrap. They're done for now, at any rate."
Vedeloitte turned back with a small smile on her face.
Friedlich ou Igliesacht contemplated this statement with a silly look of intelligence.
"Replicators really have it good, don't they."
"Oh, wait till you see what we can do with Wikipedia."
Behind Vedeloitte, a large bomph went off. The screaming of dying men could be heard from miles around.
[Gotcha. Cover us while we push forward.]
Kamin lowered her head. The scope of the NT-04 APAR glimmered slightly in the bright sun.
[Hey, you sure about this? I mean, attacking the enemy's alright and all, but...]
[Don't worry. We're not going to die on you. Watch out for the planes.]
Heh. Kamin closed her eyes, relaxing in the cool rays of the sun. From her vantage position, she could see for almost ten miles around.
The Propella tree glowed brightly even in the day, Propella pouring from its branches and flowing from the giant former oak in small rivers. It was a sight to behold, and the pride of Orlania.
It was also what they were fighting to protect.
--
The small army progressed slowly, crossing the large field that separated them and the next clump of forest. They had never been used to fighting across forested terrain; wide open spaces where their bullets could travel were more their sort of thing.
Liutenant Kirk Ambrose signalled his men to stay close. The enemy was nearby - he could practically smell it in the air.
A Dragonfly flew overhead, the whine of its engines easily noticeable in the silence, disturbed by none save the soft rustling of his men moving through soft grass and the thrashing of the 1200-horsepower jet engine of the Staghorn main battle tank.
"Guns up, people. We're nearing forest."
Slowly, the squad raised their rifles, the safety release of the standard-issue NTSL-02 clicking in the air.
--
Vedeloitte smirked slightly. They were advancing right toward them. She raised a finger, and remotely pulled a single book from the thousands of tomes that hung behind her.
Mystique Biblica - the Grand Mystical Library. A legendary artifact entrusted to her by her father. The ability to carry an essentially unlimited number of books on oneself, with the actual Mystique Biblica grimoire serving as a spatial dimension within which the tomes are stored.
It was the perfect companion for a Replicator. Since the strength of Replicators is restricted by the number of books they have on them, her own power was essentially unlimited.
In her hand now was Applied Chemistry by JGR Briggs. Manipulating it with her magic, she started flipping through the pages at speed.
"Composition of TNT."
With another hand, she pulled down Advanced Metalworking, the sole produce of William Smith, a master metalworker who had previously worked on weapons-grade steel. Once again, she flipped through, stopping at a small page.
"Blast cap amplification. Curving metal sheets. Riveting."
Modern Aircraft, Peter G. Lacey. US Army Tactics, Warren P. Gertrude. Applied Physics, J G R Briggs again.
"B-2 Spirit. Daylight bombing raids. Lift force, drag force, forward thrust."
The jewel in her right glove was glowing. Very soon, it would reach critical information mass.
[Critical information mass achieved. B-2 bombardment in 54 seconds.]
Vedeloitte raised her hand. The sheet of virtual paper that had been floating in front of her, recording information from the various books she had perused, glowed where it stood.
"Replicate!"
The sheet glowed, and dissipated into thin air. Overhead, a sudden white streak started to form in the sky.
The B-2 Spirit had been successfully replicated, and in its bay was a bomb the equivalent of five thousand pounds of TNT. All targeted at the small group crossing the middle of the field.
"And that's a wrap. They're done for now, at any rate."
Vedeloitte turned back with a small smile on her face.
Friedlich ou Igliesacht contemplated this statement with a silly look of intelligence.
"Replicators really have it good, don't they."
"Oh, wait till you see what we can do with Wikipedia."
Behind Vedeloitte, a large bomph went off. The screaming of dying men could be heard from miles around.
