Hunted (LAI)

it seems that i am unable to keep from writing this. its based in our realm of Laser Arena International, our own little LQ fanfic. ive noticed that most of my characters are based on anime.

anyways before i get into the story, i just might be able to get my laptop sooner than i expected. as in tomorrow, which would be nice, cause that way i can start getting into my camcorder more, among other things imperial.

anyways onto the story.

LAI: Hunted

the city was as dead as a ghost town, and yet it seemed to be watching everything. Mile1 was in over her head this time. her and Alchemist were the only two left in the city game, compared to the four on the other team.

"how you holding up Mil?" Alchemist asked, he checked his numbers as he spoke.

"um... not to good" she let Al see her number chart, she had a handful of shots left and only two hits before she was out of the game.

Alchemist was beginning to worry, they were out numbered and out of options, their only advantage was the parking garage they were controling. the slight thud of footsteps was growing ever closer.

"holy crap their on to us, lets get out of here" Al grabbed Mil's hand and they were off like a shot. they hid behind a car when Al's suit powered down.

"where did that come from?" they pushed themselves back, next to the wall where they couldnt get hit.

"this is bad, we're cornered, that must me Farsee out there" the other teams sniper, Farsee, country girl with a nack for distance shooting. she was a regular at shooting competitions and other gun challenges. but her prefrence was the LAI, she could fire faster with a weapon that had no recoil.

"we need to get inside, where she cant hit us" Al started to sneak along the wall, looking for a spot where he could stay out of the firing zone. Mile1 grabbed his shirt and stopped him.

"what is it?"

"i... i can distract her, enough for you to get away"

"thats suicide, she's a crackshot, the moment you pull out for a shot, she'll have you" Al said as he stuck his hand out, they looked and saw a red dot flashing repeatedly.

"i... i know, i know her strategy, i can keep her occupied while you handle the others" their options werent looking good, but Alchemist knew that he could handle the others with a little bit of smarts and tactical placement. his worry was fading as he looked at Mile1, her shy and cautious shell was usually not as hardbound when she was near him, he didnt know why, but he had a feeling he might know in the future.

"alright, you get her attention and ill keep the others occupied down below, they wont even get close to you" he shuffled off and Mile1 did the other way, she lifted the stock of her rifle over the edge and watched as the red dot flickered over and over. she out stretched her arms and watched the dot as it stayed in place. she reared the stock back and forth, and saw as the dot got shaky and quick. if she could put Farsee's attention elsewhere for just a moment, she could find her position, after that, she would only have a chance to hit her for a fraction of a second. she saw a platform that led to another building, and platforms from there lead to where Farsee was, she could close the gap and make the fight easier.

she reached into her pouch and removed a single laser grenade. the disco ball like effect it made would be enough to distract Farsee and let her find her nest. she shuffled quickly and left the grenade on the hood of a car, three seconds later the show began, Mile1 slithered up and over the concrete wall and looked through her scope and started to glide her vision across the way.

everything was empty, there wasnt a soul to be seen, in the corner of her eye she saw something flicker. it was Farsee, she was shaking her head like she was a wet dog. her cowboy hat flew off and she bent to retrieve it. now was Mile1's chance, she looked for a soft spot and pulled the trigger on her sniper rifle.

Farcee jumped into the air in fright, Mile1 startled her, and she had a chance to hit her again. Farcee was bringing her weapon to bear and just as her suit went back up they both fired. Mile1 ducked back down, her suit went down. one more hit and she would be out of the game. her only chance was to close in and get Farsee out of her perch, her rifle was long, and that would make it hard to use in the building interiors. she shuffled along to the platform that met the other building. complete exposure, there was no way she could make it across without being hit. she had to think, then she heard it, a helicopter was closing in. they probably didnt have a good view of the action from where she was, then she hit a stroke of luck. the helicopter drew right into the firing zone. Mile1 looked over the edge and saw that Farsee was away from her scope, waving at the helicopter as it looked down on Mile1. she drew her rifle and fired through the helicopter and struck Farsee again.

Farsee's suit went down, now was her chance to ditch her hiding spot. she leapt to her feet and stretched her legs as far as she could without tumbling. she dove into the building and made a break for Farsee. she opened a door and found a tv that was flickering to life. Farsee's southern accent was overly strong.

"'Ello, this thang on?" the static was replaced with the nose of Farsee, as she struggled to get the picture working.

"there, hey'all out there and welcome to Farsee's battle video blog, awso known as the field cam. Mil, dear can you see this?" Mile1 looked around and found a camera next to the tv.

"um... hi, hi Farsee" she said as she looked away.

"aw well if your arent just cute as a button, i could eat you up like steak and gravy" Farsee started to plat at the camera like it was a baby.

"anywais, just what in tarnation you think yar doin there cutie pie? you arent thinking of com'n my way do ya?"

"if... if i st-stop you, we win"

"wHell, i just saw the scoreboard and it would seem to me like its just the two of us now, your darlin cattle hustler has beaten the best. ive got one life lieaft, and so do you" she tilted her hat forward and reared her head.

"if y'all got what it takes, lets make this worth my youtube account it ya dont mind me askin"

what am i? didnt see that one

I'm a Chevrolet Corvette!

You're a classic - powerful, athletic, and competitive. You're all about winning the race and getting the job done. While you have a practical everyday side, you get wild when anyone pushes your pedal. You hate to lose, but you hardly ever do.

Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.

the usual deal...

well once again i am sitting at the computer, on my day off... and everyone else is at work. on top of that, i have nothing to do. the worst part is, i just finished reading Britt's 40th post where she put up some of her own writing. and i want to write something, but... i dont know what to write about. i have no inspiration for Day/Off, and everything else i think of writing just seems lame. i would rather not write and save it for something worth the energy, then type something halfhearted.

i saw the trailer for the new transformers movie, and it looks awesome. unfortunately it looks like another general motors comercial (most of the autobots are GM products) then i started thinking of my own personal transformers i made up. i have two of them that i created.

the first is a limousine named Stretch (limo... stretch, im hilarious) his parts can detach from him and he can extend his parts out. one thing i havent done is decide what kind of limo he is, whether he's like an H2 limo or something more typical, one thing i have done is come up with the idea of him getting damaged to the extent that his body is repaired with parts from other transformers (cybertronian) so he becomes a limo/tank hybrid. thats about as far as ive gotten.

the other is a subaru WRX named Highspool (i bet you were expecting that one) he's the leader of a gang of transformers that arent sided with the autobots or the decepticons, and they also take on the shape of fast cars. Highspool doesnt like Optimus prime due to some history between them so Highspool broke away with others that felt the same way. they altered themselves to be combiners like devastator and the constructicons, but there isnt a disturbance between the combiners (when devastator combines the minds of the constructicons interfere with one another and devastator gets dumbed down) Highspool obtains full control.

well theres not much more to talk about now, hopefully something will happen that will be worth the time to put here for you to see

(please let something happen im so bored)