Kage vs. Shell Squad - "Don't mess with the Kage!"
Hello, readers. If there are any of you out there. The reason I have so many un finished stories
is because I don't think anyone is reading them. I have left them up in the hopes that someone
will put just one review up. If I get one review, I'll update, but I would kinda like a review. Is
one asking too much?
Anyway, on with the story.
Oh, by the way, I don't actually own any of the characters I am writing about. The Shell Squad
is the creation of Mamoru Oshii, and the Kage is the creation of Rodney Thompson. Enjoy!
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Two black-clad figures sprinted across the shale roof, their footfalls never slipping, their balance
perfect, their poise flawless.
The figure in the lead, her lithe female form moving with an almost preternatural grace, reached
the end of the rooftop. Cat-like, she leapt across the alley below to the next roof, and continued
away from the second, who also leapt across the alley. This second figure's gentle movements
belied a power within her that was more than human.
The first figure dropped off the side of the building up ahead, slowing her fall with a nearby
pipe. Hitting the ground running, she fled across the thoroughfare, dodging in between cars and
trucks to reach the shadows of an alley across the way, and disappearing within.
Invisible to any normal person, she took a breath or two before gathering her bearings.
Across the way, the second figure scanned the city scape with her eyes. Her gaze halted on her
hidden prey.
With one great jump, she cleared the roadway and stood easily before the concealed.
"Kunoichi, stop running. You are not going to escape."
Kunoichi slowly rose from her crouch, her red plasteel mask facing her adversary.
Utterly silently, Kunoichi's body coiled up into a fighting stance, her ninja training whirring
inside her mind.
"We don't have to fight, you know. If you come with me, I promise you will not be harmed."
Kunoichi's response was a quick strike to her huntress' head, and then a cartwheel down the
alley. At the end of her spin, she bolted.
"Bateau, Kunoichi's approaching your position. Be ready for her." The huntress spoke into her
comm-set.
"Roger, Major." Came the response.
Behind the Major, a figure stepped out of a doorway.
"Major Motoko Kusanagi, I presume."
A ruggedly handsome Japanese with piercing ash-grey eyes, the new figure seemed ready for a
fight, judging from the katana slung at his hip. He was wearing armour that was reminiscent of a
Samurai's.
From the other side, another new figure became visible, this one a Chinese dressed in a black
tank top and fatigue pants, twin Berettas in his hands.
Across the street, another Japanese, this one in a dark green motorcycle suit and bearing an AW-
COVERT sniper rifle stepped off his motorcycle.
The katana-wielding figure stepped forward to Kusanagi, looking her straight in the eye.
"Major, you should have known better than to challenge us. Since you didn't, we can only
assume that others don't know, either. You will serve as an example to educate them in their
ignorance. That's what you do, isn't it? Serve and protect others? Pray that someone heeds this
warning."
With that, Kusanagi was ripped apart under a hail of high-caliber arms fire. The armoured man
had drawn a handgun from a hip holster, and both of the other figures had opened fire
simultaneously with his first shot.
Hello, readers. If there are any of you out there. The reason I have so many un finished stories
is because I don't think anyone is reading them. I have left them up in the hopes that someone
will put just one review up. If I get one review, I'll update, but I would kinda like a review. Is
one asking too much?
Anyway, on with the story.
Oh, by the way, I don't actually own any of the characters I am writing about. The Shell Squad
is the creation of Mamoru Oshii, and the Kage is the creation of Rodney Thompson. Enjoy!
********************************************************************************
Two black-clad figures sprinted across the shale roof, their footfalls never slipping, their balance
perfect, their poise flawless.
The figure in the lead, her lithe female form moving with an almost preternatural grace, reached
the end of the rooftop. Cat-like, she leapt across the alley below to the next roof, and continued
away from the second, who also leapt across the alley. This second figure's gentle movements
belied a power within her that was more than human.
The first figure dropped off the side of the building up ahead, slowing her fall with a nearby
pipe. Hitting the ground running, she fled across the thoroughfare, dodging in between cars and
trucks to reach the shadows of an alley across the way, and disappearing within.
Invisible to any normal person, she took a breath or two before gathering her bearings.
Across the way, the second figure scanned the city scape with her eyes. Her gaze halted on her
hidden prey.
With one great jump, she cleared the roadway and stood easily before the concealed.
"Kunoichi, stop running. You are not going to escape."
Kunoichi slowly rose from her crouch, her red plasteel mask facing her adversary.
Utterly silently, Kunoichi's body coiled up into a fighting stance, her ninja training whirring
inside her mind.
"We don't have to fight, you know. If you come with me, I promise you will not be harmed."
Kunoichi's response was a quick strike to her huntress' head, and then a cartwheel down the
alley. At the end of her spin, she bolted.
"Bateau, Kunoichi's approaching your position. Be ready for her." The huntress spoke into her
comm-set.
"Roger, Major." Came the response.
Behind the Major, a figure stepped out of a doorway.
"Major Motoko Kusanagi, I presume."
A ruggedly handsome Japanese with piercing ash-grey eyes, the new figure seemed ready for a
fight, judging from the katana slung at his hip. He was wearing armour that was reminiscent of a
Samurai's.
From the other side, another new figure became visible, this one a Chinese dressed in a black
tank top and fatigue pants, twin Berettas in his hands.
Across the street, another Japanese, this one in a dark green motorcycle suit and bearing an AW-
COVERT sniper rifle stepped off his motorcycle.
The katana-wielding figure stepped forward to Kusanagi, looking her straight in the eye.
"Major, you should have known better than to challenge us. Since you didn't, we can only
assume that others don't know, either. You will serve as an example to educate them in their
ignorance. That's what you do, isn't it? Serve and protect others? Pray that someone heeds this
warning."
With that, Kusanagi was ripped apart under a hail of high-caliber arms fire. The armoured man
had drawn a handgun from a hip holster, and both of the other figures had opened fire
simultaneously with his first shot.