Post by ♥ Luna Xian ♥ on Feb 5, 2007 12:12:49 GMT -5
Alisha Crowthron
Name: Alisha Crowthron
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Status: Single
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The group flew directly into the attack, flashing Dragoon armour, the ringing as metal hit metal, the cries of the wounded, the smell of blood. Alisha loved it all, loved the thrill of battle, the thrill of killing the enemy. The year was 307 A.E (After the Explosion). It was a new Era, the one following the climax of human civilization. Then the Big Boom came, taking out everything.
Civilization was re-building, but now outside attacks bore down on the Earth, wanting a chance at the planet. The Dragoon teams were sent out to combat the malitas, in high-tech armor with the most advanced wepons they could afford to be given. Dragoons, as they were called, were considered the elites of civilization. It sometimes took years to gain enterance into the orginazation.
Alisha slashed at a man coming at her, dressed in similar armor, only in a blood red color that gleam like fresh blood. A quick thrust of her sword and he was sent writhing in agony to the ground, thousands of feet below. "Die." Alish hissed, sleashing madly into a ring of three.
By her sides, others in gleaming silver armour slashed, and killed apporaching men and woman. "Alisha!" A male voice called, "We are WINNING!"
Alish did not turn to see who had called her, only allowed herself a smirk, as she saw the fear in the enemies eyes. A half-ring surrounded one man, in armor redder then blood. The leader of the attack, kill him, and the rest will scatter. Alisha had this drilled in her mind, that it was like second nature to her.
With a shift of her wings she went downwards, pulling up quickly, coming up behind the ring, behing the leader. Without ceromony, or warning, she slit the throat of leader, feeling the warmth of his blood run down her arms. The others in the red armor heard the scream and turned, only to be taken by surprise in a full on attack by the Dragoons. They few who survived the attack fled hastily away.
Alisha smiled, watching them scatter, turning, she flew to the remianing Dragoons. "How many casualties?" She barked to a man near her.
"Three dead, two wounded." He replied, avoiding eye contact.
"Good, let us land." Alisha said nodding.
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On the ground Alisha removed the armour from her body, dressing in a comfortable attire. With great care she washed the bloodied armor, smoothing over scratches. She was in the loading bay, where all the armor was stored and locked away. Most of the men had left already, and were already in the Lunch Hall. Alisha was not as hasty, she could put off her hunger for awhile longer to insure her Dragoon armour would be battle ready.
Alisha stood, pulling the heavy wings into a special case, along side all the other equipment. She shut the door on the container, entered a series of number on a pin machine. With a quiet hiss, the container filled with her armour receeded into the ground.
Name: Alisha Crowthron
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Status: Single
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The group flew directly into the attack, flashing Dragoon armour, the ringing as metal hit metal, the cries of the wounded, the smell of blood. Alisha loved it all, loved the thrill of battle, the thrill of killing the enemy. The year was 307 A.E (After the Explosion). It was a new Era, the one following the climax of human civilization. Then the Big Boom came, taking out everything.
Civilization was re-building, but now outside attacks bore down on the Earth, wanting a chance at the planet. The Dragoon teams were sent out to combat the malitas, in high-tech armor with the most advanced wepons they could afford to be given. Dragoons, as they were called, were considered the elites of civilization. It sometimes took years to gain enterance into the orginazation.
Alisha slashed at a man coming at her, dressed in similar armor, only in a blood red color that gleam like fresh blood. A quick thrust of her sword and he was sent writhing in agony to the ground, thousands of feet below. "Die." Alish hissed, sleashing madly into a ring of three.
By her sides, others in gleaming silver armour slashed, and killed apporaching men and woman. "Alisha!" A male voice called, "We are WINNING!"
Alish did not turn to see who had called her, only allowed herself a smirk, as she saw the fear in the enemies eyes. A half-ring surrounded one man, in armor redder then blood. The leader of the attack, kill him, and the rest will scatter. Alisha had this drilled in her mind, that it was like second nature to her.
With a shift of her wings she went downwards, pulling up quickly, coming up behind the ring, behing the leader. Without ceromony, or warning, she slit the throat of leader, feeling the warmth of his blood run down her arms. The others in the red armor heard the scream and turned, only to be taken by surprise in a full on attack by the Dragoons. They few who survived the attack fled hastily away.
Alisha smiled, watching them scatter, turning, she flew to the remianing Dragoons. "How many casualties?" She barked to a man near her.
"Three dead, two wounded." He replied, avoiding eye contact.
"Good, let us land." Alisha said nodding.
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On the ground Alisha removed the armour from her body, dressing in a comfortable attire. With great care she washed the bloodied armor, smoothing over scratches. She was in the loading bay, where all the armor was stored and locked away. Most of the men had left already, and were already in the Lunch Hall. Alisha was not as hasty, she could put off her hunger for awhile longer to insure her Dragoon armour would be battle ready.
Alisha stood, pulling the heavy wings into a special case, along side all the other equipment. She shut the door on the container, entered a series of number on a pin machine. With a quiet hiss, the container filled with her armour receeded into the ground.
