Disclaimer: I don't own. If I did I would make the story like this…
Summary Overall: Tyranny, poverty, and an unjust system plague the world of a not so distant future. The only hope comes from a small band of rebels hidden within the corrupt society.
Warnings Overall: femslash, slash, het, blood, swearing, drugs, AU, adult themes
Summary: Freedom Fighter's war against the government has been going on for almost three generations. It was her duty to win the war. Now torn between her inner demons, will the Supreme Leader fulfill her duty?
A/N: charting in untested waters for my self. So lets see where it goes…
Uprising: The Stage is Set
The burning dry smell of the cowboy killer brand wafted like a dance up to the ceiling of the enclosed room. Round fingers, that the bone underneath was completely hidden brought the slime stick to thick lips. The owner of the lips inhaled deeply with a small wheeze. Many years of chain-smoking taking it's toll. Being a man that never cared for such things as heath he exhaled while speaking to the others in the room.
"Damn those vigilantes." He spat, "Always getting in the way!" he paced the room. His cancer stick's cherry, almost the full length of the shaft, dangerously shook to his movements. This mission was supposed to end hours ago. His men fucked up again, now he was stuck with these cheap tobacco sticks. "Can't you shit heads get ye act together? They're just some uneducated bastards of kids!"
"Um Mr. Fulbright…" a young Ninja spoke softy to his boss. His Battle Ready Amour[1 torn and broken from the encounter a few hours ago, hung around his braised shoulders. He was new. Too new that he didn't even have a chance.
"Who-" he growled spattering, "Who the hell is this?" His arms wave to his chest, "That would call me-" his thick face twisted and red, "I don't have time for this. Would you please?" He batted his hand back in dismissive, signaling to his other men.
Rapid-fire echoed loudly through out the warehouse. All that could be heard after was the dragging of a body across the concrete floor, getting softer as it was pulled out of the room.
"My name is Mr. Boss." Mr. Boss threw his cherry full cigarette into the freshly spilled puddle of DNA. "Now I want a minute by minute report on who was doing what and when. I don't care if they went to have a forty-five second jerk-off. I want to know how this happened. And who the fuck does the K-N-D think they are?!"
Mr. Boss' hand reached into his holster pulling out his six-barrel magnum, pulling the trigger once, aiming at the graffiti'd wall. Crating a smoldering bullet hole within the red spray paint letters spelling out: KND.
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1: Yes he's wearing a 'BRA', which is in a hilarious episode with Numbah 1 and Numbah 2, believe Cree's bra is B-battle R-ready A-amour. Which in the end it turns out it is. So I was thinking the guys must have one too. (or would it be a jock cup? Is it explained in the series?) Any way for this fanfic it's a necklace that when touched forms the Ninja suits. I'll explain how it's used in later chapters.
A/N: While trying to get (and then giving up) the 'spoken' accent of Mr. Boss I stumbled across a site that has people speaking the same paragraph from ALL around the word in English to 'hear' the difference in accents.
Interest as it was I still can not find a site that has the 'written' (yes I know I should just say what 'accent' they have after they 'speak' but I love when words that a person would speak is spelled out. i.e. Y'all, g'day, vant) Of course I know and have come across some words that are supposed to have an accent but I don't understand what the word means in 'proper' grammar spelling in English. Also if you're one of the few that can read/understand phonetics: then congrats to you. That shit's hard! Yes I'm a product of my generation. Went to public school and they never fully explained phonetics. (all I knew was that it was the symbols that helped 'sounding out' a word in the dictionary.)
